Thread: The Madness Among Us... [Blissy & November]

To explain the death of someone close to anyone was practically impossible without giving out each and every little detail. To hide the truth that the victim's relatives or friends wished to know only harmed the mentality and heart that Bigby had kept as strong as humanly possible. Keeping files under classification was the only route that he could go. Even Bigby knew that to show Alice the photos of the Hatter that had been taken the night prior would not be in anyone's best interest. To show the slaughtered and hacked up body that lay there helplessly on the ground, beaten and bruised all the more it was quite the horrible sight to see. To hear that little Alice herself had been at the scene of the crime already riddled the mentality of Bigby, who sat opposite to her on his side of the desk. Who's brows furrowed whilst watching the young girl mirroring him tear up in misunderstanding and fear. Her body almost trembling, searching within herself for some sort of answer. An explanation was necessary, it was needed, her expression absolutely demanded it. The terror that was brought forth had even the big bad wolf feeling sorrowful fill him in all it's glory. No decent fable of this city would not understand how Alice felt. Throughout the years, each one had lost something of importance and at worst, lost a relative or someone they deemed closest to them. Alice had lost the Hatter, someone she considered to be her guardian perhaps, someone worth looking up to, someone strange, but loyal and kind. As it were, a long time ago even Bigby had lost someone close to him, his mother who he deemed the most important person in his entire lifetime. With her gone and out of the picture, he remembered the hopelessness that dawned over him. Due to her death he did horrible things but he never wanted anyone else to follow in his footsteps. An innocent girl such as Alice could not have seemed more dreadful as her eyes bore with tears and her face flushed of red colour. Mismatching the blue she wore as she was made out to be the most innocent of all Fabletown. A witness was said to have seen her? Really? Bigby did not think he could believe such lies and slander. Unable to understand why someone would have proclaimed that Alice herself was the main reason for the death of the Hatter- was that what they were saying or was Bigby just turning around their words for the worse? If she had been a witness, would she truly have been filtering the tears that bore from her big blue eyes? Witnessing such a beautiful girl in such a distraught unhappy place now was never alright to witness. Why oh why did it always have to be the most attractive girls of Fabletown that he got himself involved with? No matter where he went, it seemed as though he'd have to swoop down and help them to the best of his abilities. Of course this did not mean that he could help Alice. Truth be told Bigby had always felt as though a curse had been placed on his very soul. That those around him could never be happy, that he would never experience true happiness. Perhaps if he wasn't the Sheriff, than Fabletown would've done just fine without him. Had he not been in charge, would this not have happened? Would the Hatter still be alive and Alice well within his grasp? One thing was for certain, that such a fantasy would never be revealed as time itself would continue to tick and be unable to turn counter-clockwise. Regardless as to the tears that fell from Alice's face he'd tend to the file that presented itself in front of him. Her perfume had truly caused him to be unable to focus, as did her crying, but he did what he could to see it through to the end. Right now his attention had to be on explaining to her what happened, to give her answers to the hundreds of questions her mind expressed. With a gentle sigh he'd look through the written up text, paper after paper. Lists of witnesses and statements that had been made so far. It was tragic, truly it was. Bigby hadn't seen a crime like this in over a month and yet he thought due to the events with Crane and The Crooked Man that all of this would come to and end but it hadn't. It should have, but it didn't. For once the all so powerful wolf had fallen victim to the crimes of Fabletown and felt like he'd been ripped of his half-decent future he'd been hoping to accomplish here. Absolutely nothing was going his way. Nothing would ever go his way. His fate had been on trial already and had been since the day he entered Fabletown. Once a bad guy, always a bad guy... I'm sorry Alice, I wish there was something I could do for you. An apology was not enough, he knew that it was not his fault but still he felt guilty. His attention was focused on her and her alone right now and the situation at hand. Never had he been so uptight before. Another smoke would do him some good but he couldn't bring himself to take another taste of the sweet cancer stick. Not even once had he actually touched the package since he'd put out the last one. But he was fidgety and uncomfortable but his mind knew to focus. We don't know who or why yet. But we will. We'll get to the bottom of all this Alice, I promise you that. I'm going to do everything in my power to solve this for you. But I have to ask you a few questions and you'll have to answer truthfully. I need to know where you were last night, between six and midnight. Interfering with others personal lives what not something he'd ever enjoy doing. Not once in his life had he found it interesting unless they were the scum of this very earth. Alice's life was interesting to him but he did not want to invade it. Bigby was so certain for some reason that she did not do anything. That she would never do something like this. By the innocence in her eyes, the tears that burned her red, the fear that danced around her. Why would she be like this if she had done it? Perhaps his witnesses were wrong. Perhaps the women who were around the scene of the crime were in fact... well, the murderers? Was that possible? Or perhaps they just did not fancy the blonde girl as another Fable and decided to shun the blame on her. There were many horrible people in this city, many of which he thought were corrupt and unfaithful. It was quite possible that someone was blackmailing Alice into all this. That she was the victim just as much as the Hatter...