Kissed by Cold Blood chapter 2

This is Kissed by Cold Blood chapter two. I have been working on this story for a while now, and I have finally finished writing the second chapter to it. I am glad I am actually publishing it. I should always do things I want to do Before I Forget to do them. Haha, if you caught that reference, props to you. Speaking of references, there are two references to bands I like. There's a KoRn reference and a Slipknot reference. See if you can find them!

So to recap, in case you have not read the first chapter,there is a police officer named Layla Evans. She is assigned to question one of the suspects in a m1rder case, and look into his home. But, the suspect, Jason Black, is quite cold to her, and is making her job a lot harder. Yet, despite his rudeness to her, Layla doesn't despise him. In fact, she kind of enjoys his company...

Created by: Ash Midnight
  1. I lay in bed awake. My thoughts whirling like a tornado. I can’t stop thinking about Jason Black. He’s interesting to me. He was rude, but I don’t think I’ll hold that against him. I think that if I try hard enough, maybe I will get some information out of him eventually. My mind pauses its thoughts on the investigation. I imagine his crisp, grey eyes staring at me in annoyance. Layla! Stop thinking about his eyes and try to sleep! Ding! Ding! Ding! My alarm clock goes off in its monotonous ring, even though I swear to my heart, I changed the tone of the alarm. I shuffle out of bed, and tug my clothes on with struggle. My arms feel like jello, and my legs feel twisted. And when I fell asleep, I had a nightmare. In the nightmare, someone had hit me with a baseball bat and I fell to the floor. My legs wouldn’t work, and I couldn’t walk. I didn’t know who hit me, because all I saw was one eye. It was of grey hue. But it’s a new day. Nightmares aren’t real. I should get going or I’ll be late. Then there would be a real reason for Chief Daniels to yell at me. Before leaving my house, I quickly Take a Look in the Mirror. I quickly pull my curls into a bun. It ends up messy because I am not really paying attention. I shove my glasses onto my nose and zoom out the door faster than a blink of an eye.
  2. I get to my desk right on time. Maybe I should set my alarm clock to an earlier time so I’ll get to work earlier? Now there’s a thought. “Ready to take on Mr Grumpy?” someone asks me. I know that voice. It’s Dean. “Ready as I’ll ever be!” I say with a sense of certainty. “Call if you need any help,” he adds before dashing off to his own desk. I log onto my computer and update a few things before putting the ignition key into my car and driving off to one-three-six-nine Deadlock eighteenth avenue. His place is just as creepy looking as it was yesterday. I just realized something I had neglected to acknowledge yesterday when looking at his yard. There is a huge hole in the ground. I wonder why that could be there. Knock! Knock! I tap his door heavily. Hopefully I was so loud, he won’t be able to ignore me the way he did before. I hear the thumping of feet coming down stairs. He heard me and is not going to ignore me today. Or at least not right now, anyway.
  3. “You again?” he says this in tone that suggests he was in the middle of something important that I had just interrupted. “Yes. It’s me. Officer Evans. Did you think I was bluffing about coming to meet you again?” I say this with impatience gushing from my words. He doesn’t respond and opens the door just enough to let me into his house. He leads me to his living room. The plops down on his couch with ease. The couch is tinted a light grey. He sits back and slaps his legs on the coffee table. “So, what can I do for you, sweets?” I can feel my face flushing out of annoyance. I think. Its annoyance, I’m sure of it. I do not like being called anything other than my actual name. Or nicknames. “Sweets” is definitely not one of them. “So, all of the b0dies have been found in the same area and around the same hour, too. They were all found at Skeptic Street and found around one to four a.m. Reports have told that people have spotted you lurking around Skeptic Street around midnight on the day of all the m1rders. Midnight is a couple hours before all the b0dies were found, Jason. You look like a k1ller with your walking patterns. Can you tell me anything about this?” I try to say this in a non-accusatory tone. I don’t think it sounded that way to him. “I told you. I have nothing to do with any of this. And there are lots of people who look like me. The people who filed those reports could have been seeing somebody else.” Yeah. Sorry, Jason. Good try with that excuse. There are not a lot of people who look like you. Really, there aren’t.
  4. With his pale skin and dark under eye circles, his face isn’t one you could forget easily. His dark, wavy hair is messy, and the front of it is long enough to reach the end of his nose. He’s tall, and even though he is thin, he looks like he could easily win a one vs one against me. But then, that’s a pretty easy thing to accomplish. I’m short and, while I can fight, my height often puts me at a disadvantage. I just realized that my face is red while I think about him. That’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this anyway. Just view him as a suspect, Layla. I forbid you to think about his looks anymore. He’s probably a m1rderer.
  5. “Do you know anything at all about the victims of these tragic m1rders?” I ask. “No. Want a smoke?” He offers me a cigarette. I brutally rebuff his offer. “Um, you know what those things can do to your lungs, right? No way I want a smoke!” He smirks a little. “Eh. Your loss. That just means more for me.” He lights it, and starts puffing away. I guess that’s why he burns so much incense and candles. To cover up the smell of the smoke. Huh. That’s actually mildly considerate, for a jerk like him.
  6. “All I can say is what I’ve said. There’s nothing left for me to say, other than the words being said now.” He says this staring directly at me, seemingly emotionless. What he said though, it hurt my brain. He hardly makes sense to me sometimes. He said the words “say” and “said” too many times for my brain to handle. But I haven’t found anything useful. This man just won’t talk. But I have an idea. “Okay, look. I’ve got a search warrant for your house. I can look around at anything I want. Now, since you won’t tell me anything, I’m gonna have to dig to find it.” After hearing that, Jason’s smirk fades a little. “Go ahead. I’ll be outside.” He leaves the room immediately after saying that. I guess now I’ve got to start searching.
  7. I start by looking around the living room. It’s boring. Nothing to see there. There’s no painting on the wall, no flowers or potted plants, or any signs of life. I scurry towards his kitchen. Nothing really in there. I poke around a drawer. Huh. There’s a curious amount of blades in a single drawer. Big knives. Lots of them. None of them have anything suspicious or red on them, but I still can’t help but feel a little alarmed. “Oh, I see you’ve found my special drawer.” Looks like Jason already came back from outside. “What are you doing here? I’m investigating!” I said that unaware, in the moment of how much like a spoiled child I sounded like. “Oh I’m sorry, I live here.” he says with sarcasm spilling all over the kitchen floor. Okay, I guess I deserved that.
  8. “Why is is your ‘special’ drawer?” I asked. Really, a bunch of knives is a strange thing to call “special.” I’m genuinely curious. “The contents make it special.” Okay. Now I know this guy is insane. “Why do you have so many knives?” I say, narrowing my eyes. “For cutting things.” I gasp. He’s talking about chopping people up right in front of me. “So you admit you like to chop people up?” I say in my famous accusatory tone. “No, you weirdo. Vegetables. I cut vegetables.” I feel my cheeks starting to burn. I’ve made a fool of myself.
  9. Instead of replying back to Jason, I start walking down the hallway. It’s dark. Even darker than the rest of his house. It’s a little scary too. I can feel the hair on my legs standing up. I open the door at the very end of the hall. “Hey! Don’t go in there!” Jason yells. Well it’s his unlucky day. I have a search warrant. “Search warrant.” I say smugly, waving it in the air a little. Jason stalks off in a huff. The look on his face, pure disdain. That’s fine with me. He can hate me if he wants to. Although just thinking about him hating me makes my stomach feel a little sick. Why? Why should I care about his opinions at all? Oh well, he already hated me anyway, so what does it matter. I go into the room he had tried preventing me from going into with no looking back or regrets of any kind.
  10. When I step inside the room, I cough a little. Okay, a lot. It reeks of cigarettes. After I’m done with my coughing fit, I decide to come back to this room after investigating other areas. I wandered around for quite some time. I even checked out the bathroom. I didn’t expect anything useful, but I saw faint smudge on the floor. The smudge was a light tint of red. If I had my phone with me, I would have taken a picture of it for evidence. The smudge was very faint though. It might not actually be bl00d, but what else could it possibly be? I decide to check out the room next to the bathroom. It try to open the door, but nothing happens. Locked.
  11. “Jason, can you unlock this door for me?” He stomps up behind me. “Oh, I lost the key to that door. You can’t open it. I can’t open it either.” I can feel disappointment crushing every bone in my body. I really want to explore every area of the house. “What’s in that room?” I ask, curious to learn more. “Oh, well there’s nothing really there. It is another bedroom. Nothing really that interesting.” He really seemed kind of relieved when I said the room was locked. I think that room may be more than just a bedroom, but there’s no way to find out for sure. Well, now that I can’t see that room because of the lock, there’s one more place to explore in this house. The smoky room.
  12. I really do want to look in that room. I do. But I put it off because of the smell. I just that that smell. Smoke. Too many painful memories. But I do it. It’s my job to find answers to all these cases. And I’m pretty certain this is perpetrator of the crimes. I just have a bad feeling about him. There’s plenty of signs. He smirks when I talk about m1rder, he has a drawer of knives. Just knives. Not to mention the mysterious stain in the bathroom. Also something just feels off about him. I can’t describe it. But anyway, back to the smoky room. The walls are a scarlet type red. Huh. That’s the first sign of color in this house. There’s a black bed with silky looking, white blankets. The room has a tiny desk, and is scattered with paper. The paper haphazardly scattered around seems to be notes or reminders. There's a trash can overflowing with crumpled sheets of paper. There’s a black laptop, and four pens in a pencil holder. Notebooks are left lying around on the desk and the floor. Despite being messy, there is an obviously cleared pathway to walk. “Why do you have to look in this room?” I jump. I did not expect Jason to come in behind me.
  13. “You scare so easily,” Jason says to me, without waiting to a chance for me to respond to the previous question he had asked. I shoot daggers at him with my eyes, and he just looks to the ceiling in response to that. “I gotta investigate every room in the house. And I have a search warrant. There’s nothing you can do about it.” “I know you have a search warrant, cop. You only mentioned it about fifty times.” He looks at me smugly. I abandon him and walk across the room, to the corner. There’s something tall and black in there. I can’t tell what it is, and I want to get a closer look. “Hey! Don’t look at that!” Jason exclaims. Okay, I will look there now. I was going to look at the black thing in the first place, but now there is nothing anyone can do to stop me. If it is something he doesn’t want me to look at, it’s probably something incriminating like a b0dy or something. It’s certainly tall enough to be an incredibly tall person standing up.
  14. I try to prepare my self for what I think is inside of the black thing. But wait, now that I am a little closer to it, the black thing looks like it is a fabric covering for something, and it looks less like a person standing up. As I feel the black fabric, I notice that it is wide at the bottom and thin at the top. This is not a person. I lift the fabric off, and I realize what I thought was something sinister, was really nothing to worry about at all.“You didn’t tell me you played a big violin!” I said, excitedly. “It’s not a ‘big violin.’ Violins are tiny. You don’t know anything. Its an upright bass for your information.” I think I offended him. How do I keep making these mistakes? I don’t know anything about orchestra or its instruments. Now I know what “business” he was attending to the other day, though. He was just practicing his instrument.
  15. “Oh look, it’s time for me to go” I say. I shrug off the disappointment of having to leave because I have uncovered some pretty good details. “Hey, stand still. You have something on your shirt.” I wonder if a bug is on my shirt. This house looks like it could have bugs. Jason places one of his hands on me. “What the h3ll do you think you’re doing!” I scream. “Relax, stupid. I’m getting the thing that is on your shirt off of you. Friggin moron.” My body relaxes a little hearing this. While I don’t like being insulted, I am glad that he’s not touching me for no reason. But then, why can’t he just tell me where the bug is on me, and then I can get it off myself? Why does he have to do it for me? He’s so close to me right now, I can smell his minty breath. I can feel my cheeks getting hot, and I slap his hand off me. “I can do it myself” He looks at me with a little surprise. “Feisty now, aren’t we?”
  16. I storm out of the room and quickly announce my upcoming departure. “I’m leaving now.” It’s silent for half a second until he says “Cool.” Hmmph. That’s all he’s gonna say. I kind of wanted him to have more of a reaction. But what should I expect. He doesn’t care about me. He probably doesn't care about anyone at all. I put the car key into the ignition and the engine rumbles a tiny bit. Maybe I should get this vehicle checked out. But luckily there’s no trouble. In the blink of an eye, I am gone from his home, all signs of my interactions with him gone. Except for the smoky smell on my clothes. The confusing things is that while my body lay in the car, my mind lay at one-three-six-nine Deadlock Avenue. With Jason.

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