Marwa Soussi

Natasha Herring

Creative Writing 22000

12/12/18

Twisted ION

“Alright team, that’s a wrap!”

Olivia, a muscular built, brown-haired cop with piercing blue eyes and a beautiful olive hue stated as she took a seat at her once again messy desk.

Honestly, how many times have I cleaned this desk up to find it the way it was before?

“Hey Olivia! Wondering about your desk again, huh?” Jason, the Chinese playboy cop winked while smirking in Olivia’s direction.

Without facing him, Olivia gave Jason the finger and got up to get some donuts and coffee.

“Yeesh. What a woman!” Jason exclaimed while he ran his right hand through his soft black hair and his left hand massaged his face which was pale and cold like the rest of his body.

The case that the two partners had closed got on their nerves and they’ve been stressing for a week straight. They were just glad that they found the culprits before they found any other victims lying dead in the middle of nowhere.

***

Olivia returned 20 minutes later from Dunkin Donuts with 2 coffees and a box full of a dozen donuts. The hustle and bustle of New York City was never Olivia’s friend. People had bumped into her 12 times while rushing to get some lunch. She placed one coffee in front of Jason, sat at her desk and placed the box of donuts between themselves. Since their desks were in front of one another, it was very easy to share their food.

Jason menacingly rubbed his hands together as if he were an evil mad-scientist and dove for the Boston Kremes.

“Hahaha. Now this is what I’m talking about!”

He kicked his legs up on his desk, crossed them, and leaned back into his chair. He brought the Boston Kreme to his lips and took a bite of it. The soft fried dough with vanilla creme filling and the chocolate glaze on top was heaven to Jason. Although Jason loved sweets, he was more on the lean side with muscles that bulged excessively through his uniform.

This is so good. I can eat a-

“JASON! OLIVIA!”

Jason’s train of thought was abruptly cut off and he bolted upright and choked on his Boston Kreme while Olivia spat her coffee directly onto Jason. Jason now dripping wet with warm coffee, and stained with vanilla creme from his Boston Kreme that was now helplessly lying on the floor, turned to the head detective and saluted him as did Olivia.

“Detective Bullock! How are you sir?”

Olivia and Jason questioned the head detective in unison, trying to prove to him the latter was the best of them.

“Not so good. And please, just call me Jack. I sound old when you say that.”

The two head cops stared at one another and nodded their heads proving to the head detective that they understood that he should continue.

“There have been a series of murders occurring more frequently right outside of town. I’m pretty sure all the killings were done by the same person or people. I want you to find out who did it.”

Jack, the middle-aged head detective slammed the file he’d been holding in his hands onto Olivia and Jason’s desks and walked off with his dad belly protruding before him.

“OMG! The head detective himself just gave us a case to work on. We have to do our best Jason, we just have to!”

“Okay… Don’t get all girly now, Ollie.”

Olivia clearly excited that the head detective gave them a case himself, was too preoccupied to snap at Jason. She wanted to prove to Detective Bullock her worth so that she may be promoted to a detective.

Jason, agreeing with Olivia, nodded his head, “Yeah we have to work quickly, thoroughly, and catch the right culprit.”

***

Olivia was assigned 3 other cops under her and Jason’s command and informed them of their new assignment.

Morgan, Reed, and Penelope all listened to what Olivia had to say then jumped up one by one suggesting what they had to do next.

“Let’s actually open the file first, and examine the pictures,” Morgan, the newest and 2nd youngest of the cops stated.

Reed, having beat everyone to it and already looking at the pictures responded, “All the victims are women.”

Morgan came up behind Reed and noted, “They’re all also Caucasian.”

Penelope snatched the file away and searched the recent databases of murdered Caucasian women just outside of town.

“Looks like they were all in their early 20’s,” she stated.

Jason and Olivia both looked at their team with approval and happiness written all over their faces.

“Good job team,” Olivia encouraged. “Let’s try to dig deeper. Find the murder weapon, how were they killed? Did they die slowly? Quickly? How long did the killer let them live before killing them? Ask yourselves these questions and get to work!”

Detective Bullock suddenly reappeared.

“Morgan, I’d like to have a word with you.”

Morgan got up and followed the detective into his office.

“You know what to do,” Jack said as he gave Morgan a bottle with no label; an unknown substance, yet inexplicably dangerous.

Morgan took it and smirked, “Yeah, I do.”

***

“Did you notice anything strange going on with Jessica lately?” Reed who has a PhD in psychology, asked the latest victim’s mother while trying to read all her intentions and stuff she may possibly try to hide.

Jessica’s mother, Gloria, stared at her daughter’s picture. Her dirty-blonde straight hair shone in the sunlight. Her pure hazel eyes shimmered with happiness that was now empty in Jessica’s family. Jessica’s smile was unbeatable even compared to celebrities; they were the real pearl whites. She had a beautiful golden-brown tan and bikini lines showing from the off-shoulder top she was wearing in the photo.

“Jessica had a love for running, especially in the evenings. She’d claim that it was a way for her to stay fit and the timing helped her schedule.”

Gloria looked down at her feet and suddenly became silent. The old woman’s fine lines and wrinkles were visible from 30 feet away. Her red lips pursed as if she had tasted something sour. She had cold-blue eyes which were filling to the brim with tears. Her eyelashes wet and sticking to one another, she looked up at the young cop sitting across from her.

“Yes? Is there something else Gloria?” Reed questioned.

Gloria slowly nodded her head. “Lately, Jessica has been getting home later than usual. And she would always have these bags under her eyes. Her cheeks became hollow and sunken. Please! You gotta find my baby!”

Gloria clung to Reed for dear life and slowly slid to the floor. Reed helped her up and took her to the waiting room.

Getting home later than usual, bags under her eyes, her cheeks hollow and sunken. Lack of nutrition? Not healthy? Sexual abuse, maybe?

***

Morgan, Penelope, Olivia and Jason were waiting for Reed at their office.

“Penelope, what else have you found for us?” questioned Jason.

The quirky, atomic blonde replied, “Well, just the basics. Attends Golden Creek Valley Law School, age, date of birth, and all that stuff.”

Penelope has the looks of a basic white bitch, but her looks have deceived many. She’s the second smartest on the team, right underneath Reed.

Reed walked in, dragging his feet on the ground and shaking his head.

“What happened?” Olivia questioned Reed with a concerned look on her face.

“Well,” Reed responded. “I’ve come to the conclusion that Jessica is maybe unhealthy or facing sexual abuse.”

“Alright, so Jessica was abducted in her neighborhood, Golden Creek Valley. Let’s head there and check the scene out,” Jason commanded.

The cops marched out with the goal to find Jessica, alive and quickly. They boarded the van and headed to Golden Creek Valley. It was about a half-hour ride, no one said anything.

***

The van came to a sudden halt and the cops were jostled. They jumped out of the van. They were definitely in Golden Creek Valley. A wide street, with houses on either side and lots of greenery, a lot like Englishtown, New Jersey.

The cops went around the neighborhood asking about Jessica. None of the neighbors knew anything she did besides run in the evenings and attend law school. The police arrived to the final house in the neighborhood, 1985 Moltem Street. They rang the door bell and waited patiently as a good-looking young man opened the door. The cops flashed their ID’s and Olivia began questioning the young man.

“Do you know a girl by the name of Jessica Vermont?”

Startled, the man responded, “Yes, she’s my ex-girlfriend. My name is Jackson Ryder. I was dating Jessica awhile back, until I realized that she works at a strip club under the stage name ‘Golden Bitch’. After that, I broke up with her, and things got worse. She suffered from sexual abuse while working there and even got impregnated once; she asked me to go with her to the clinic for the abortion and since I was still looking out for her, I did. I don’t know anything else, I swear!”

“Alright, thank you Jackson,” Jason stated as he and his team made their way back to the van’s location. It was about a 15 minute walk and when the cops got there, they stood around and discussed Jessica’s past.

“I can’t believe a law student would work as a strip-” Penelope was cut off as a loud, authoritative voice out-spoke her soft, meek one.

“Oh hi everyone! I’m glad you made it to the crime scene.”

All the cops turned around to find Jack Bullock, the head detective, holding a gun towards them and then turned it to the girl on the ground next to him. He was holding her by her golden locks and she was trying to fight back, but afraid he would shoot her brains out.

The girl, pale, naked and shaking, looked up with fear written all over her face.

“Detective Bullock! What are you doing?” Jason and Olivia exclaimed in unison as if they were identical twins.

“I’m here to get rid of each and every one of you,” the detective stated with a cynical smirk.

The cops tried to arm themselves, but to no avail. They looked down and realized their guns had been super-glued to their holsters. Jack had the upper-hand and he shot first. He hit Reed and the youngest of the cops was down, bleeding out.

“Get a medic!” Penelope screamed, dropping herself down by Reed’s side, while holding his hand.

Jack silenced her next. Olivia charged at Jack, but it was too late. He had already fired and hit Jason right in the center of his forehead. Olivia wrestled with the detective, but her fate decided against her. Soon, she too was lying in a pool of her own blood. Jack got up and he looked back at the ground to look for Jessica and found nothing but the corpses of the cops he had shot. Jessica came up behind Jack and bashed him with a fold up chair she found inside the police van. She then picked up a gun that she found lying inside the police van and held it out towards Jack.

Jack, on the ground and doubled-over in pain, looked up at her and with his eyes dared her to shoot him.

Jessica pulled back the trigger and-

BANG! BANG!

The sound of gunshots echoed throughout Golden Creek Valley. Jessica’s hair now stained with red proved that she was dead.

Jack looked up and smiled. “My boy, I’m proud of you, son!”

Morgan beamed an evil but glorious smile, and proceeded to help his old father up. They got into the police van and started driving toward Pennsylvania, away from New York, where they would start their lives all over again.

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