The only Angelycko Louise Williams

An exclamation of sound made my mind stop from criticizing the necklace. Immediately turned my sight where the noise began, coming from a familiar vehicle, that 1971 blue road runner seems on a rush with a speed for less than a second.

I gently threw the necklace I was holding in the box where my collected evidence was placed, I slowly pulled the key to my car and turned it on, grabbing the opportunity to get out of the area before anyone hunt me down and destroy my proposition. I couldn't help but to smile like an idiot, I couldn't help but to rejoice slightly.

Somehow my plan succeeded.

As I drove back on the quarters the rain suddenly falls heavily. Thunders are roaring like a wild lion ready to hunt his prey, lighting was flashing sharply as sharp as knife that is newly sharpen. It was like driving through a thick curtain of water. I had to eased off the accelerator a little. Had to be careful driving on wild afternoon like these. The thwack-thwack of the windscreen wipers was hypnotic. The storm was terrible.

Such a wrong timing.

Staring out into the glow of the headlights. The rain sounded like black stallion's noise interference as it battered the car. Through the wash of the heavy rain sort like a storm I spotted a figure at the side of the road. Figure of a man in front of a wheels, the person wore a black leather jacket and a cap. Acting like their arguing into something.

That road runner a while ago, damn it.

I pulled on the side of an Imperial bonsai tree that usually planted on every parking space on the sidewalk. Looks like they must have been in a rush to get where they were going, the man continued to argue and making signals. I took the opportunity to take some shots on. Hearing the clicking sound of the camera gives me an urge to observe and follow those fellas. The hitchhiker sort man climbed in, he pulled his cap back and wiping his wet face as I observe through a distance. The guy is almost same age as mine if I'm not mistaken based on his body build and his appearance, had a wild reddish merely like maroon sort off hair and an average beard that fits his masculinity as well. As the moment that the hitchhiker typed guy got on the wheels the road runner starts to pulled. As the lightning strikes hard same time as the vehicle I was monitoring functioned and pulled on the road again, I followed the vehicle slowly trying not to make any attentive sounds and trying to avoid getting their attentions "slowly but surely" concept battle at this point, would have liked to intercept them but being intelligently wise says that it'll not help so I just did what I can, to follow those guys.

Held a gaze for a long moment, drops of rainwater trickled down on to the wiper of each other's car. Drove on in silence for a short time, the BBC radio phone in blaring out from the car's speakers help to ease the tension. Drifting into silence as the rain became heavier that makes every drivers struggle. The car in front of me ran fast to some point that I struggle to follow them. The road became slippery that makes the wheels struggle to pull over. The talk radio show carried on as I drove through the heavy wind and rain.

Those morons make my car fly, they speeding up as it furious through the rain

Several miles later, there was a news bulletin on the radio. The reporter sounds that she is trying to be professional as she read the announcement.

"we are getting a report that a patient has escaped from a Psychiatric Institution. The man is said to be psychopathic and is said to be discovered that he is responsible on the murder of Copper Richardson"

Hell no?

I automatically stop the car as I heard the news, luckily there's no car after me or it might've accident just now. As I look around the car gone atlas I failed to follow those morons. I couldn't believe what I heard, the news seemed a slap on my face. I tried to put myself back into its old posture and complexion but I couldn't, seemed to lose myself in what I heard, trying to catch my breath as my phone suddenly rang

"Knight-drain Pendelton Chase, speaking" acting normally like nothing happened aren't easy at all.

"it's Lycko, have you heard the news?" she sounds awful "where are you young Chase?" I gulp as I heard the tone of her voice.

"I'm on my way to quarters babe" I sigh "yes I heard about it"

"Go to quarters something important, drive safely see you there I Love You!" I continually answered. I don't want to waste any time.

"Oh! Sure Take care honey, see you there! Te amo!" as she throws those lines the phone hangs up.

Driving home, I jabbed on a finger on the button on the radio panel. Tinny pop music blurted out from the speakers.

I hate the fucking news

How could it be?

I drove while listening to the crappy pop music and over-excited radio DJs as the rain pounded on the car. A minute later, the storm still growled and raged. It is like a one scene from another great anthology of short mystery stories. At the beginning, where young Richardson decides to tell his chilling story to everyone here in Realm through his death. The tale is about how he ended his life either how the culprit does his job without leaving any marks, during a time when there was a ghastly murder on board. A time when all news Reminiscent of the so-called "serial killers", as everyone in the town doesn't expect that the night before October 4, 1901 became an evidence that the town has a dark side.

A novella, but at only few pages you could definitely read it in a sitting. Someone tried to hide its true ironic plot twist. Its plot still connected from the past though this generation was far different from the vintage sort of life style, but everyone could read it as a standalone since it features two secondary characters from the sort like novel. In it, the so-called sheriff seems to be the heroic buddy in the scenario though this man doesn't work hard and just used money or even lie in public just to make him look good in the eyes of everyone. and the victim have to evaluate his relationship to everyone while also confronting a ghost-like murderer and serves as a victim on this novel-type story. Seems mystery also deals with how a psychotic moron became a killer without consciously knowing that he does such thing. other mystery story, it centers on the grate young Chase, who solves crimes as a criminal detective that do a so-called dirty work to help reveal the truth behind. In this particular story, Chase himself has been charged with murder by the so-called crime consultant Chief Sheriff Ajal, young Chase called to bail himself out of jail and exonerate him. Weir no longer writes his own articles, and no longer an effective criminal detective in the eyes of public. He sort-off chooses to work silently like Sherlock Holmes variations.

If each one is a reader of cozy mysteries, young Chase is a former nineteen-year-old detective who started helping innocents found justice. In the series of novels about this detective, he usually solves crimes committed at or around the houses or any facilities. In this short story where he has a lead to a so-called murder case of young Richardson yet here are this psychotic asshole playing antagonist.

It's over then?

I steered the car in silent as I reach the location of my quarters. Gathering things inside my backpack before I turned off the engine. As I carried on heavy things I've found same as I carried on my heavy feelings about the predicament. I knew in myself that I was in the climax of the defendant's story but the novel I started seemed to be reversed, as I walk slowly same time as I let out a slow sigh due to fatigue, frustration and even disappointments. I immediately felt fatigued and something heavy on my body, as if there was some force saying I should just throw away what I had taken and keep quiet on the other side. The elders are correct, maybe I don't know much about it, they're right I'm just to everything. I stop the way of my thinking when some notifications pop on my phone.

" not yet over young Chase"

"those idiots believe everything"

"your turn Chase"

"sooner or later you'll burn together with your lies"

As I read those threats I immediately dialed the unknown number with a shaky hand out of anger and distress.

"young Cha—"

"who the hell are you?" I angrily hissed, my right hand tightly holds the box carefully not to spill any evidences on the floor.

A continuous evil laugh on the other line filled seems echoing inside my system.

"what do you want?" as I curiously ask the moron behind these stupid things

"tell no one so you can retain your glory, tell everyone and you'll suffer quickly." Those lines give me chills. I couldn't speak any words.

"until we meet again Knight" my eyes widened as the suspicious call ended. Facing the door of my unit seems very skeptical to reach. waited desperately for more instructions. But there were no more notifications and no more call. Nor did the I have any strong leads. minutes passed, I decided to knock against my highly waxed mahogany door.

when the door opened, my girlfriend hugged me. The look on her face seems to be astonishingly curious about what had happened to me. I immediately shock as the sudden paleness bulged on her face as if she had seen a corpse being resurrected.

"You're bleeding Drain" she mumbled out of nervousness

I immediately touch my nose when I heard Lycko's gentle words. I didn't notice that my nose was bleeding continuously.

It seems like I over worked

It came to my mind that she was afraid of blood so I slowly put my belongings along together with the evidence lying in the box on the top of my glazed conference worktop. I immediately go straight to the bathroom for some clean-up.

I'm soaking wet

"Babe, you okay there!" I heard her yelled against the door

"yes I'm fine, I just don't want you to see the blood" I shouted back as an answer

As I took shower I realize that I was there the entire time. Walking in the rain not thinking about using any rain protection such as umbrella even a raincoat. The rain itself seemed displeased about the news. The rain itself seemed bitter, annoyed, sullen. The wind picked up even more, that would make someone wet and cold but not me. I kept staring out of nowhere, the wind ruffled everything on its way making everything fly if possible. There was so much more to say but then I just remain unconsciously silent, left to imagine the rest. Which is how so many investigations end, don't you know, or don't you think. Or how they all end.

As the hot water touches every inch of my skin, I feel a relief and relaxation. I closed my eyes and let the blood flows with the water. Thinking nothing but how do things end up like a basic technique. People were desperately want to know who is the culprit behind the murder of Copper so do I, yet I'm here doing nothing but to play like a professional investigator focusing on an issue way back the old times.

As I decided to go to my room with a white cotton towel clanged on my waist I saw my girl worriedly waiting based on how she bite her nails makes me smile, she's adorable ever since. She immediately notices my ranged and smiled at me. Walking closer to her makes me wanting to kiss her pinkish lips.

Seeing her, makes me feel like I don't want to think about the things that need to be fixed. I do not want to regret because I am not with her, I do not want to regret because I did not put her first, don't want to make things worse. I don't want that in the end I might say, "I could've done things with you, I should've."

The beautiful, radiant woman in front of me. The same woman who'd once laughed at the idea of falling in love with a weird delusion guy she met at Raven high looked at her with an intensity that made her weak in the knees for all the right reasons. Holding her hand, conveying my love with touch, I'd been preparing for this moment since I met her.

It was a moment that just had to be perfect, exchanged glances again each other. She was still smiling, but could tell by her touch that she was enjoying the moment we're making. With growing anticipation, I made my way towards her. Piece by piece, took turns stripping one another, slipped in closer to her warmth as I reached around grinning affectionately at her as our naked skin touched. She smiled back giggling, exposing love in all her glory, within that escalating feeling, our naked bodies pressed up against one another like the opposite poles of two magnets coming together. Thinking how we had just graduated from a casual romance to something more serious. That made the experience of touching lover's body that much more meaningful.

As our beautiful passionate moment ended we both grasping for air out of intense so-called love making.

"Te amo mi amor" her sweet Spanish words makes my heart flutter, I pressed my face to her neck.

An hour passed as the cloud stops from crying, we decided to fix ourselves up.

"Do we really have to go?" Lycko asked me for the third time. I looked at her and nodded. She intensely looked scared.

…

-FLASHBACK-

I look over, her hair tousled, her nostrils flaring slightly, matching her slow breathing pattern in her sleep. I snuggle up against her, chest to chest, my heartbeat slowly catching up to her, as if our bodies reacted simultaneously to our warm touch. Both of our bodies are buried under the covers, yet I can see her silhouette from the dim light peering in. The light made body shine, very little beads of sweat glistening on her small forehead. Her lips, softer than the softest thing you can think of I couldn't think of anything better to do than kiss it. I kiss her cheek lightly, and close my eyes for a second, silently inhaling and exhaling. When I open them, I see her slowly opening her eyes, like a baby opening its eyes for the first time. A smile slides across her face, her gorgeous green with a gray sort off eyes staring back at me. I press my chest against hers, my heartbeat starting to pace with her again. I grab her hand and intertwine my fingers with hers. Our lips meet at the slightest and softest touch, then they part.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep"

"It's okay beautiful" I pecked a kiss

We're at the peak of our cuddling when my phone suddenly rang.

"Chase's" I tiredly answer the call

"Oh wow! Not using the Knight-drain thingy huh" he laughs against the line

"what do you want? LL?" I teasingly ask him

"Tssss Sheriff called me, he's anxiously says that the psychotic culprit on the radio news wants to talk to you" he seriously mumbled his intension for calling

"Is he says any reason?" ask him back, out of damn curiosity

"nah! Castillo wants us to meet him at the precinct" he coolly mentioned

"okay thanks! We're on our way!" as I said my farewell message, I ended the line and face my girl

"what was that?" she asked me

"Castillo, wants us to go there, he mentioned that the psycho wants to talk to me" I powerless explain everything to her.

"do we really have to go?"

-END OF FLASHBACK-

…

I stared at Lycko for a minute while she's busy doing her make-up, I took a deep sigh

This could be the last

I turned my back on her and putting a small white pill on my outstretched tongue before swallowing it with the help of water. Maybe it could help me with my stress problems. I stretched my body as it arcs toward any position I've been pulling to. Putting the right clothes makes me uncontrollably comfortable.

When we finally get dressed I immediately took my car key and went straight to the parking lot. Silence enveloped between the two of us as we drove along this road.

A little short moment we have won't last at all

I clenched my fist towards the steering wheel, holding it roughly, my tears suddenly fall through my cheeks.

Sunny afternoon under a hot burned sun, everyone is busy doing their own kind of stuffs. Reporters focusing to deliver their news about the psychotic busting activity happened this morning. Regardless of the heat of the day, I continued to drive to the police station. come to think of it, why does that madman know me?

We were almost out of Street limits when we saw an older model car, blackish sort of having gray, the Sheriff's car. We reach the parking lot of the station, a loud humming from a car echoing to the basement type lot, it was Lock.

We walk together and straightly go where the suspect are. My system was restlessly thinking about how this guy know about me. Neither did Lycko and Lock can't talk to me about it because they knew what I'm going through, they were also worried about our situation might have a probability to be reversed.

Cameras flashing as we reached the hall where the psycho lying, the clicking and tacking sound from the cameras are being heard throughout the hall. As everyone hears our footsteps, turning their faces towards us and the flashing cameras starts lighting and taking pictures. We're like a criminal hiding our faces towards the camera as each one starts flashing it. Acting like a fugitive, where the reporters starts to film up their video recorder live on the main streets of the town. I can't believe we end up in this situation where innocent people seemed to treat as if they were doing something nasty.

This is fucking humiliating

This is damn insane

"The great Pendelton with his little worthless friends" we quickly turn our gaze to the direction were the idiotic voice came from

Here goes the stupid sheriff in town

"you can humiliate me but not my girlfriend and best friend!" I clenched my fist "Show your respect S-h-e-r-i-f-f!" I create some intonations to the last words I've been mumbled.

"Drain stop" – Lycko

"Knight, calm down" – Lock

As I hissed angrily, they both hold my wrist as if I'm going to attack that bastard. Castillo released a laugh that actually makes me pissed.

"Is that your way of respect kid?" he laughs teasingly and walk towards our direction "Are you even educated?!" he shouts in front of me with his saliva dropping on my face.

"Respect yourself!" I entangled their hands on my wrist and slightly walks towards the direction of hall to avoid facing the bastard, I sense that Lycko and Lock quickly follow my direction. Turn around to face the Sheriff and give him a quick teasing smirk

"I am educated, so as my Lycko and Lock, we're educated." I smile sweetly, making him pissed as I see his fist slightly and slowly clenching. "but, it depends if the person acted like he was educated and respect me first, before I do the same to him." I chuckles as I succeeded teasing the old man, makes him turn into red due to his anger.

"you bastard! Filthy murderer!" as Castillo shouted those lines, my emotions suddenly change, my once smiley face turn into cold and blank stare. I can feel that he was shocked at what his filthy mouth said.

"Really? Me? Are you even aware that you're mumbling filthy words in front of everyone? Are you even aware that there are reporters? Now, who's the bastard? You or Me?" I see him gulped as I coldly stated those lines in front of the guest.

He looked around as he heard what I say

Idiot

"Everyone! Leave us alone! Stop any recorders and stop shooting us!" everyone was shock as the good-pretending sheriff shout.

"No, all of you stay! I want you guys record anything, okay?" I heard everyone chuckles on what I'm saying.

We leave the sheriff behind as we proceed to the hall where the psycho bitch stays. Laying on a wheel chair, he seems normal, nothing psychotic and nothing weird.

Andrew

Imprinted the name on a nametag pinned on his white psychiatric gown that is being tied up on his back.

"The great Pendelton!" he excitedly exclaimed as this man saw my face

"Good day, I'm Knight-drain Pend—"

"yah! Yah! I know your line its Knight-drain Pendelton Chase" he gives me a dead glare as he mocks every words on my name. I was shocked at what this crazy guy did, yet I don't let everyone notice my behavior.

"yeah! Sheriff says that you want to talk to me?" I formally stated as I heard others murmuring and whispering.

"quiet!" here comes the sheriff

"you know everything right? But you act like you didn't! you know Copper right? Yet you act like you don't." Andrew mocking it as he continuously laughs like a mad clown

I clenched my fist to prevent myself on doing violent things. I quickly take a deep breath to calm thyself as everyone didn't notice any.

"what are you talking about Mr.?" I formally ask

"You're mad at him right? So there's a possibility that you killed him?" it quickly changes its expressions that gives me chills inside

How did he know about me and Copper?

I'm screwed

Whispering filled the hall up, flashing of cameras are continuously working and I can feel its burning sensation towards my body.

"No! Drain is with me the night Copper's body found!" Lock angrily hissed in front of him

"maybe you two killed him isn't it?" he laughs teasingly

Lock grab the collar of its medical gown "stop humiliating my friend, his with me that night!" Lock's accent changed differently, I can sense that he wants to punch it.

"you killed him!"

"you killed him!"

"Sheriff, they've killed Copper!"

He relentlessly does such idiotic actions like a five-year-old little girl that crying over her mother because her little friend steals her gums.

"Enough!" the sheriff's voice echoed all throughout the area. The murmuring and whispering of reporters and other people on the hall stop aggressively.

"So you're the one who killed Richardson's son, because you have some unsettled issue with him?" Castillo teasingly ask

The whispers try to arise again, cameras flashing sound and reporters voice over a live telecast echoed. All eyes are on me capturing my cold heartless emotions as everyone curiously wait for my answer.

"Yes, I do have unsettled stuffs with him" I calmly stated looking him in the eye saying I'm not the killer

"so, you have an intention to kill?" The sheriff intentionally added

"You killed my Copper!?" A shout from behind reiterate the whole area. Everyone take a glance of her it was Mrs. Richardson crying.

I blankly stared at them, I grasps when I feel a burning sensation on my cheeks, Copper's old man punch me in face. As my face changed its direction I glare at the black shiny clock on the wall its already midnight. The burning sensation and pain struck down towards my body, I found myself on the floor and the old man continuously punching me. "tell me! Why'd you kill my son you bastard!" he shouted.

Lock and Lycko help me to rise as my face almost wrung by his fist. I coldly glare towards the three and smirk, this thing makes them more pissed.

"do you even believe that I killed your son?" I tried to regain my complexity back.

"yes I'm mad at Copper but do you guys know the reason?" I laugh as I saw their fake expressions

I know that you know what I'm talking about

"The night when the police saw Copper's body, I was in the Lodge of Chase's Rum Empire, "The abyss of Rum", where my father finally handed me our legacy. Lock Is my witness, he's with me together with my girl." Facing them proudly as everyone knew about it.

"I know, you heard the news? Since my dad is the mayor of this town? Right?" I release deep breath and continue talking.

"yes I do have unsettled business with Copper Richardson, but it doesn't mean that I can kill that bastard"

"Don't call my son bastard!" – Mr. Richardson

"Your son?! Are you sure Copper is your son?" my tears start to fall down

"Don't you dare mock that up!"

"I can mock whatever I want! I have the power over you!" I hissed as I wiped my tears away

"Copper chooses to be popular than to be with his friends! To be with me! to be with Lock! he chooses popularity over us! Yet here you are angrily accusing me like you know the feeling of being left behind of my best friend! Of my—"

"Knight, this isn't the right time" Lock try to stop me but I can't help it

I can't but I should

Looking at them, seems they saw a ghost, afraid and horrifying faces blunted in front of me.

"Copper Richardson or should I say Blade Chase" I laugh as I saw their shock faces.

"I can't kill my own brother as one of you can! I can't kill my brother even if we have rootless arguable fight! He doesn't even have the chance to see me as his brother because you kept on lying!"

"he dies without even knowing the truth"

"Copper is a Chase!"

"Copper is Blade"

"Copper is my Brother"

My twin brother.