ˢᵗʳᵃʷᵇᵉʳʳʸ ᶜʳⁱᵐᵉ • Male Yan! Killer x Fem! Detective

Not My Bed

You sigh when you hear your phone start to right. You answer it. "Hello?" You asks.

"Detective, head to Abernathy farm, another body has been found and forensics says it matches your case." The Officer on the other end says.

"On my way." You say.

When you arrive one of the Officers on the scene approached you with a grime expression. He hands you a blood soaked note that's placed inside a clear plastic evidence bag. You read it though the bag.

"Dear Detective,

I'd like to reward you for your valent efforts to catch me. You go beyond what is required, working late afterhours in that nice little apartment of yours. Sitting at that worn desk reading through the case files again and again trying to find somthing you missed.

Oh and when you have to shoo your cat off your desk... what was her name? Ms. Whiskers? What can I say, I admire your determination.

I want you to meet me at the junkyard at 12 pm, alone."

You check you're watch, and it's 10:13, you look up at the young officer "Don't tell anyone about this."

"But detective, you're clearly the target." The Officer raises his tone. "You need to be put into protective custody."

"No, I will not loose this case! I've worked too hard already. I'll just use this to my advantage. Stay out of it." You snap.

Your heart was pounding. The whole time you've been trying to catch this lunatic, they've been watching you.

You're not sure if you should go or not but you finally have a way to end this.

Even if this is a trap.

You go early to scope out the area and ensure there easy escape routes, just in case.

The time is 11:34 by the time you are done.

You sigh and lean against a rusted metal wall. While appearing relaxed you remain alert.

You hear footsteps approaching slowly from behind you. You rest your hand on your gun at your side but remain still.

"You're early " you hear the voice from behind.

You turn around and see a man, he is well dressed and doesn't appear to be armed.

"What color is my cat?" You asks.

"Trick question, she's mostly black but there's a tiny white spot on her belly." He says, giving a laugh.

"You've been inside my apartment. Didn't anyone ever teach you manners." You quickly try to pull your revolver, but it's not it's not attached to your belt.

"Looking for this?" He asks while pointing the revolver at you.

"I thought you only killed men." You raise your head, clenching your fists.

"Perhaps I'm branching out." He responds, the gun still aimed right at your head.

That's when you notice the officer from earlier, the one who gave you the note, he is slowly approaching the man, his gun aimed at the mans side. To incapacitate him, not kill him.

"Too bad you won't get the chance." You smile.

He responds "And what do you mean by-"

"Turn around with your hands up!" The young Officer shouts.

"No." The man says turning his head to the Officer. "I don't think so..." He's suddenly ducking down, this causes the young officer to fire, the bullet flies right over him and hits you in the stomach.

That's all you remember leading up to now. And now you've found yourself lying in an unfamiliar bed. A very soft and pretty bed too. But this wasn't right. You were shot. But now you seemed better.

It wasn't a dream, cause you had bandages around your waist. But still. This is not your bed. And you don't know where you are.