Re: iNto tHe BLaCk
Episode SEVE|7 : Before the Fall
"So that’s it, huh?”"
Tanya looked down at the keys of the piano and pressed one down. Chanson’s finger followed and pressed the same key right afterward. Rain leaned against one of the wooden posts of the basement and looked up into the small, yellow light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling.
"That’s right," he exhaled, "Dent de Noir was paranoid. Fourteen years after the murder and disappearance and he still keeps a bat by his door. And he still kept painting that wall."
"Black Black BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK!!"
Rain raised his hand and stretched out his index finger. The detective looked to where he was pointing, "Why did he keep on doing that, though?"
"His wife disappeared on the same day as the murder, right?"
"That’s right. What are you getting at?"
"After the disappearance, did the police bother to search inside the grieving detective de Noir’s house?"
Tanya’s eyes lit up slightly as she put her finger to her lips, staring at the wall. She seemed to be thinking on something; probably remembering what she read or heard about the fourteen year old cases.
"They didn’t. I think the investigations division left the house alone because de Noir said that he wanted to be alone."
Rain took a few steps toward the wall. He leaned back on the piano, half-sitting, half-standing. "That allowed him precious, perfect time to hide a body, right in there, while just slapping some paint on to try to disguise the smell."
That’s the only explanation for the voices that I heard down here. Although, they’re unusually quiet now.
"Graah! You...You took too long!" One again, it felt as if something flew up and smacked him hard in the face. He saw white for a few seconds afterwards, which was when the second string of whispers reached his ears. "Nicely done, though. At least I can rest well, now. Don’t take so long next time."
The voice seemed to exhale before everything went quiet again. Rain smiled lightly as Tanya walked up beside him. Chanson had a scary mother.
"So, his wife’s body is in there?"
"That’s right, most likely, anyway."
She opened her mouth to respond, but her phone rang at that very instant. The detective picked it up and flipped it open, putting it to her ear. She turned and walked away from the black wall, and, after a series of ‘yeah’s, ‘mmhm’s and ‘that’s right’s, she grabbed up Rain’s wrist tightly again.
"I’m wanted down at the precinct." She said, looking forward as she dragged him along.
"But if you’re the one they want, why are you dragging me along?"
Tanya looked back and gritted her teeth, "Because you’re still going to get it for trespassing, you moron!"
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"Heh…heheh…" Dent sat inside a dark cell. Not your usual jail cell with the iron bars, but a smaller cell with a heavy steel door between the prisoner and the freedom he usually desires.
Rain peered over at the door, trying to see through the small glass panel at the top. He’s…laughing…?
There was one security guard outside. "He’s been like that since we got him in there, mumbling something ‘bout some red spiral."
"'Red spiral'?" Tanya repeated.
"That’s right, ma’am. He’ll hear us talkin’, then he’ll start rantin’ again, so you could just stick aro-"
"You’re all fools!" Dent picked himself up and threw all his weight against the door, making the metallic sound echo throughout the corridor. "It’ll start to spin out of control! Don’t you understand? He told me that everything will start to go downwards once I’m caug--Ah?!"
"You’ve ranted enough. Now sleep"
"Aaaaah! Arrgh!"
There was a loud sound of a piece of metal scraping against something. The sound of a blade cutting through flesh reached Rain’s ears.
"Quickly!" Tanya almost pounced upon the guard, "Open the door! Something’s happened!"
The guard fumbled with the keys quite a bit before the door swung open by itself.
Dent didn’t seem to be inside the dark room and the only sound that was present was the loud dripping of some liquid. The guard took his little flashlight and lit up the room.
Tanya gasped.
A pool of blood lay in the middle of the floor. In the midst of it, there were some parts of the ground where the red had not touched, as if someone had used their finger to ‘write’ in the liquid.
'Round and round it will go. Will it stop? No one will ever know.'
The light of the flashlight moved upwards, toward the source of the crimson.
"Oh…oh my God." The detective put her hands over her mouth, the guard looked as if he was ready to get rid of his lunch.
Dent’s body was pinned to the ceiling. His face twisted and contorted beyond recognition.
There was a large hole where his chest used to be.