Just Trust me

Steve picked up and put the cell phone to his ear. His voice sounded low. He seemed to be talking to another officer, but it was unclear who.

"It's me, officer Steve."

"Yes, I'm at the scene."

"Send a team here, someone's..."

Steve stopped talking, but whatever. The voice on his cell phone kept forcing him to speak.

"Officer Jeffrey is... dead."

"I don't know, I... can't explain it. It's very strange."

"Alright, I'll leave it to you."

Having said that with a heavy heart, Steve waited while occasionally watched Graham.

Graham himself still didn't move from his spot. He was in a really bad state. Both arms and legs were moved slowly, as if tried to run away. But let alone run, just to stand up he had to deal with Steve who was very ready with his revolver.

Wee Woo Wee Woo

A siren sounded from outside. Steve immediately came out to see it.

Meanwhile outside, three police cars were parked. They were worked fast.

"Who are you ? What's your business ?" An officer spoke to the big tall man that Steve had commanded some time ago.

"Me, there's something..."

"Go away, this is a crime scene. You're not allowed to be here."

"But, he said he would give me the rest."

"Hurry up."

Reluctantly, the tall man moved on, he had now been kicked out.

They put up a police line around the scene. Some others were still waited for instructions from their leader. Twelve personnel, as if this was a very serious case, although it was actually more than serious, was very strange.

While their leader called Captain Leon was seen talked to Steve who had just come out.

"Steve ? Are you okay ?"

"I'm fine. But..."

"Don't blame yourself, it's a job risks."

Another person came out of the car. He was seen carried a small bag, who knows what was inside. With a thin beard and long hair, it was obvious he was the detective Graham had met earlier, Detective Morgan. He seemed to be in a hurry.

Morgan went straight in without said anything to Steve.

Steve who saw detective Morgan's presence immediately spoke to Captain Leon.

"Mr. Leon, isn't that him ?"

"Yes, the strange, Morgan."

"Why did you call him ?"

"Didn't you say that this is a strange case ? Only he can solve it."

"But he is..."

Morgan, who had overheard, turned to Steve and Captain Leon. Apparently he didn't realize that the one he passed was Steve.

"Wait, are you Steve? It's been a long time, hasn't it ?"

Steve looked annoyed, he didn't answer anything.

"Come on, what's wrong with you ? You weren't this cold before."

"Mr. Morgan, stop saying that."

It was a year ago, Steve and Morgan were fellow detectives. They solved many cases, but literally only Morgan solved them. Steve being considered too young and not compatible with Morgan, kept them apart and resulted in a more competitive relationship between the two of them.

"Ah, never mind. So, what's the chronology ?" Morgan asked.

"I waited here, Mr. Jeffrey told me to stand guard outside."

"And ?"

"He took so long, by the time I got in it was..." Steve shook his head.

"Any leads on the killer ?"

"I don't know, there was a locked room. A kid about eighteen or nineteen, he was lying there unable to move. He said he was the one who did it."

"Are you sure you didn't find anything besides the boy ? Weapons or anything ?"

Steve just shook his head.

Morgan took steps to confirm the situation. To that end, he asked Captain Leon and his men to stay behind. This was only natural because no matter how strong a cop was, when their case was related to Alter's whereabouts, it was no longer their domain.

"Captain Leon, I want you and your men to stay here. It's too dangerous to go inside."

"Yes, I understand. I'll leave it to you."

Morgan then entered with the revolver in his right palm. He went room by room. His eyes scanned left and right, up and down. He went deeper and found two dead bodies.

"No stab wounds, no gunshot wounds. But these scratches..."

His eyes then glanced at the gaping door that led directly to the basement. That was because the door was right next to Graham's father's corpse.

He walked sneakily while tightly gripping his revolver. As he entered, he saw Graham who was still lying down. Just in case, he closed the door to the room and walked up to Graham.

"You, aren't you the one from back then ? Graham ?"

Graham stared at Morgan as he heard her. "Go away."

"It's okay, there's no need to be afraid."

"Please, not again."

Morgan tried to calm him down, he was really skilled. "I just want to ask you, take it easy, there's no rush. Just like back then."

"But..."

"Just slow down."

Graham was silent for a moment before finally spoke again. "It's dark."

"What ?"

Morgan was gettiing curious.

"He .... those red eyes. But everything is... dark."

"Red eyes ? Is that some kind of monster ? Can you see what it looks like ?"

"I don't know... everything is really dark. Only the eyes are visible."

Morgan felt like he was onto something. He thoughtlessly looked for the switch in the room and turned off the lights. Graham tried to stop him, but he couldn't even get up.

"No, don't."

"Why ?"

"Don't do that."

"I know, don't worry."

Morgan turned off the light, the room went dark again instantly.

The wind picked up afterward, getting under Morgan's skin. Things were shaked. Graham then ran to the corner of the room, but because of the darkness he fell.

"Hey are you okay ?"

"Don't come near me !"

"Hey, it's okay, it's going to be okay. Trust me."

The wind that was blowed was getting stronger and stronger. In the cold darkness a pair of red lights formed from behind Graham's body.

Morgan glanced at it, he quickly returned to where the switch was and turned the light back on. "Ah, it's clearer this way."

A black, shaggy-haired figure with red eyes appeared in front of Morgan. The figure stood tall behind Graham. Everything was completely black, his face, his body, all except his eyes which seemed to glow red.

Graham was still sat down with his legs clasped tightly together. He didn't dare to raise his head.

Meanwhile, Morgan took something out of the bag he was carried. It was an oxygen mask that the fire department used to give to the victims. She put it on immediately, it was so practical.

"Alright, it's time for us to start."

Morgan tapped the floor with the palm of his left hand.

It was a miracle, as soon as he did, a plume of smoke came out from every inch of the room. The leaking roof, the holes in the walls, between the doors and windows. All of them emitted smoke that quickly filled the room. Now it was clearer why he was weared a mask.

Graham spontaneously grabbed his throat as a sudden coug fit broke out. The smoke was came in through his mouth and nose. Unfortunately Morgan had only brought one oxygen mask.

"Sorry son, but I have to do this." Morgan readied his revolver.

The accumulated smoke made the view very short, barely visible.

The black figure with red eyes tried to lunge at Morgan, but he quickly avoided it. Not once, the black figure repeatedly lunged at Morgan, but was repeatedly avoided.

"Don't bother me." said the black figure.

"Oh ? Can talk ?"

Not given time, the black figure lunged at Morgan again. Somehow, in the room with almost invisible visibility, Morgan continuously avoided the lunge of the black figure. He also occasionally fired his revolver but it didn't make the figure budge.

Until the endless battle, Morgan looked at Graham who continued to hold his throat. "Hold on a little longer, son."

"Damn, he can see where I am. What the hell is he ? Is this thick smoke not enough ?" Morgan muttered.

The figure continued to lunge at him, and was still the same as before.

"Damn it, so this smoke is useless ? I'm guessing a lowly ability like this won't be able to fight an Alter as powerful as that ugly monster."

Morgan, who saw Graham getting tormented, finally decided to turn off his ability.

Morgan reached out to absorb the smoke around Graham. Quickly, the smoke got in between the suit Morgan was wearing.

Because of his carelessness, Morgan was hit by the black figure for the first time. His left shoulder was injured on the spot. More like the two corpses' scratches, but deeper.

He squeezed the trigger of his revolver, the bullet hitted the monster. But as the name suggests, none of the bullets managed to hurt it. It really was a monster.

"Damn, why did I bring the wrong revolver. What a bad day."

While still absorbing the smoke, Morgan continued to try to avoid the attack from the black figure.

"Hey damn kid, do you want to get out of this ?"

"What ?"

"If you using my way, we can...."

The figure hurt Morgan again, this time his right arm.

"Aarggh, you fucking monster."

Graham looked at Morgan with wide eyes. He seemed to be hoping Morgan could help him. "How did you... how did you can help me ?"

"Ah, you finally understand the situation."

While continuing to spoke, Morgan tried to avoid the attack from the black figure. "Do you know what made it rise ?"

Skill and experience helped him a lot.

"Resurrection ?"

"Yes, find out what made him rise." Morgan jumped up and ran.

"This room is... dark."

"No, it's not. Try to find out more." Morgan jumped up while shoots at the black figure.

"What ? I... Can't get anything."

"Fool, just believe in yourself. What's so hard about that ?"

Morgan, who kept dodging the figure's attacks, was getting tired. "Damn monster, is this how you treat the old man ?"

Graham kept his head down with a lot of things on his mind.

"Dark ? Resurrection ? What was that ? What am I supposed to do ?" Graham held his forehead tightly.

"Stop Graham, don't listen to that fool!" the black figure said loudly. "Don't trust him, you are me. Not this old fool."

"Aaarrrgghh." Graham groaned loudly while holding his head.

"Stop trying, you've got me, and I've got you. We are one, we don't need them." The monster shouted. "Hahahaha"

Graham was still held his head and muttered repeatedly in his heart. "You are me ? I am you ? You are me ? What does that mean ? What does it all mean ?"

After a while of not attacked Morgan, the monster attacked again. Morgan was able to dodge it just like the first time.

The attacks from the figure were getting more brutal by the moment. Until it damaged the items around it.

Ctarr !!

The glass that was stored in the room shattered.

The sound of dozens of glass shattered made a loud bang that could be heard outside the house.

Steve who was outside was still waited with Captain Leon and his men.

"Captain, isn't that ?" asked Steve.

"I know."

"He could die, did you let him ?"

"I know, he'll be fine."

"Are you kidding me ?" Steve moved to go inside, but Captain Leon grabbed his shoulder.

"Steve." Captain Leon shook his head.

Steve had nothing to say but to obey his superior, the obedient boy.

Meanwhile Graham, Morgan, and the black figure were still fought in the room.

"I am you ? I am you ? I am you ? What is it, I don't understand at all." Graham didn't stop mumbling. "Wait, that means ?"

Graham who was trief hard to find a solution finally got what he was supposed to.

He picked up the shards of glass that were scattered in front of him, he was so fast as if his situation had improved.

He shouted. "Stop !!"

Graham picked up the shard of glass and placed it against his neck. "You're me aren't you ?"

"What are you doing ? Stop it." The figure stopped attacking Morgan as it saw Graham threatening to hurt his neck.

"So if I die, you'll be gone, right ?"

"Stop !"

"You are me, you are me. Say that again !"

The black figure fell silent without saying anything.

"Stop, and disappear. Or neither of us will live at all."

Graham's voice was heavy, he was more confident. Somehow Morgan had made him that way.

"Don't listen to that fool. You are me, Graham. He's not." The black figure shouted.

"This isn't about detective Morgan, it's about both of us."

"Hahahaha" The black figure laughed widely. "You're not going to do that. You're a coward."

Graham's breaths was labored. He was furious and scared of the black figure in front of him. Although it was difficult, the decision was still a decision.

"If that so." Graham swung his hand to immediately scrape the glass shard against his neck.