Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Emile never did like to be lead, she felt like the people she couldn't see stood behind glass windows, pointing and laughing at the poor blind woman who was incapable of being a functioning member of society. But today she allowed it, an officer's hand was laid on her shoulder, her fingers wrapped around Spark's leash. Her footsteps began to echo more and more, the further down the hall she continued. The turned her to the left, and she was lead to a metal chair, the door swung shut behind her with a click. She only sighed as she pet the dog's head gently. Finally, after what left like an eternity, the door swung open again. Emile felt Sparky's head move to look at the intruder, then fall to her lap, his cold nose pressing against her equally chilly hands. For a moment Emily only listened to the male walk-- she knew it was male from the sound of his footsteps, far too heavy to be a woman, unless she was a large woman, in which case, Emile apologized mentally. His voice filled her ears and she tilted her head in his direction, Hello Lieutenant Kinsman. She spoke politely, stroking the dog's nose with a little hand. His words struck her as odd. Emile automatically felt a strong dislike for the man, his tone spoke as if she were a guilty member, not an affected one. My 'story'? That's a crude way to put it, but fine. She cleared her throat a little, shifting in the uncomfortable metal seat they provided. It was exactly a month ago, Saturday night. It was one of those weird weekends where Dennis' office was closed. But Dennis told me he forgot to send of something the day before that was extremely important, so before heading to the dinner he had planned, we decided to jump up there very quickly. It was... really cold, so I asked if I could come inside instead of waiting in the car, and he told me that would be fine. We walked into the building-- he was holding my hand, the halls are all marble and it screws up my hearing-- and went to the elevator. Emile was controlled for the moment, not yet bursting into tears and sniffling. When we got to his floor we were sitting in his neighbors office, talking while he tried to find the fax numbers he needed. He was telling me he might be able to afford getting my eyes fixed, but... but then he found the fax numbers. She hesitated for a moment, He left the room, and I was listening for him. But I heard something like.. like a shuffle? But in the other room, it was muffled. I went to go and help, if I could, and when I came into his office something was wrong. All I could smell was... well now I know it was blood, but it smelled metallic. She wrung her fingers together, closing her eyes tightly. Sparky whined on her lap. I called out for him, but no-one answered. I thought maybe he was playing a trick on me, because I could hear someone-- something breathing in the room. B-but I slipped... in h-his bl-blood. Emile hiccuped a little, tears threatening to leak from her eyes. She brought her hands up and began to rub away the salty moisture. Bu-but someone caught me... and w-when I realized i-it couldn't be h-him I b-backed away. Th-then I listened to someone move around in th-the room... and then all I could hear was the woman on the other side of the 9-1-1 call. An-and he was g-gone... Emile covered her face for a moment, only once had she been asked to repeat what had happened, thankfully with new technology the cops had a tape they could watch. But this cop... he wasn't going to settle for that. W-while I waited f-for the police I tr-tried to find Dennis... wi-with my hands... and I fou-found a part of h-him... and I j-just hugged it and cr-cried. Then the police showed up and to-took him away.. and they brought me here, where they as-asked me to re-repeat wha-what had happened... The young woman was crying by this point, there was no need in hiding it, she was not proud of her grief, but she had no reason to hide it. An unattractive hiccup rocked her body as she clung to Sparky, who licked the lips of her fingers. M-may I have a t-tissue? She whispered, after using her sleeve to wipe her eyes yet another time. Kinsman moved, or so she heard, and returned with a tissue, placing it into one of her outstretched hands. She muttered a half-silent thanks and began to dab at her eyes, snuffling indignantly.