Thread: Case Closed: Case of the Shrinking Detectives

A chill ran down Anthony's spine when he had put the rope around Eli's wrist, to show the terrible way that the victim had died. Terrible didn't seem like the right word... a better word would be clever. Anthony was always up for a good challenge, but unfortunately he had not gotten a challenge lately. It was just one murder case after another, one that he always managed to solve. Anthony thought that the chill came from Eli's joke, since there was some feelings that hid deep down in Anthony, that he refused to admit. But he was unaware that these were different feelings. It was the feelings of being watched, the feelings of cold eyes staring into the back of his skull. His heart nearly stopped, and he continued the example. As the Inspector was bringing out cuffs, the question that Anthony knew would be asked was asked. Anthony looked down at the ground, Eli's question burning deep into him. He felt exhausted... He felt like his body was aching... which was weird since he didn't feel sick, and he woke up a few hours ago to check this case. He saw a soda can that was on the ground and he picked it up, before throwing it at the fisherman's hat and the hat flew off of the fisherman's head. The fisherman quickly yelled, No! As the hat fell to the ground. Inside of the hat was two stacks of hundred dollar bills, about a few thousand meshed together with rubber bands, and a few bags of white powder. Narcotics. He simply said. The fisherman wrestled out of the Inspector's grasp and lunged for the boy, attempting to pin him down, beat him up, do something. But Anthony was too quick, and his knee crashed into the fisherman's body, before putting his hand onto the man's forehead, and pushing him backwards softly to the ground. His knee was so powerful that the fisherman was out of breath with one kick. Anthony then sighed. You killed him because he probably was your partner. You would hand him the ice cooler that was back in the train, which had fish inside of it. The fish would be filled with ounce bags of cocaine, which he would then sell. I'm guessing that he took too much of his own cut, and you decided to eliminate the middle man. There is some white powder on your cooler, and your pupils are dilated, which means you are high right now. He said, smirking. A murder over narcotics. If you went to school, you wouldn't be in jail. That feeling hit him again and he felt his chest throb. Out of his sight but in Eli's sight, one of the men in black had loaded something within what looked like a prototype gun into the gun. Since everyone had their focus on Anthony, they didn't see the translucent dart hit Eli right between the eyes, before disappearing into Eli's body. Eli would soon feel what Anthony was feeling, pain. Pain beyond anything he would imagine. Anthony was slowly feeling it, since he was already used to painkillers, and had a few of them into his system. Take him away... Anthony said, feeling like throwing up. Excuse me... I have to go to the bathroom. He said as he ran, running into the stall and closing the door. He ripped at his dress shirt, letting out a yell in pain as he fell onto the ground, not caring about the sanitary conditions of the bathroom as the pain flooded through him. Both of the men in black were told that they could leave now, and they did, smirking at the boy that almost ruined the drug part of their operation. Anthony let out another yell of pain as he passed out.