Has it ever occurred to you that the true mystery is the one that lies in yourself?
The most difficult question you could ask any detective, writer, or even an officer of the law. It is a shadow, waiting for that specific moment to strike unexpectedly and easily overlooked. It penetrates and drives itself to the two key areas of human emotion: his heart and his mind. It is a disease that strikes with strength of a thousand men and the tenacity of a snake. Yet, it will still itself and go dormant until a specific moment in the life of the individual. Even though we continue to research and define the meaning, the problem will still remain the same: the solution is one of those mysteries that are beyond the grasp of the common person. It drives a madman to sanity, an innocent to murder…
I was able to take a walk earlier today, to ease my mind of familiar troubles that were drowning my sanity. My only relief was the one object of passion I was able to keep close to me: tobacco. As I lit up my cigarette (Kool 100s, of course), dressed in my usual attire consisting of a baggy cargo pants and a slick polo doused with cologne of the finest. I noticed a couple walking past me. I exchanged glances with them and nodded in greeting. They courteously responded and then turned down an alleyway leading to the bar where I was familiar.
Moments later, I decided it was time to head to that familiar place where the drinks were always on-the-house. It was then I noticed it was getting that time, and turned down the alley to notice the same couple being attacked by ruthless thugs patrolling the streets like guards. One of men grabbed the woman after a struggle, able to best her companion. Luckily, I noticed he was still breathing, despite the savagery of the fight. I thought quick, grabbing a nearby pipe and charging at the man holding the women and knocking him in the back of the leg causing him to tumble to the ground and yelping in pain. The other man charged at me from behind, but I had my wits about me and released my concealed weapon of choice: the ancient katana. I drew it with such speed, the man was stunned to find his leg severed and him tumbling next to his partner, nearly bleeding to death. I stood in frustration, whipping the blood off my sword and quickly sheathing it and masking it where it was previously. The woman was now on her knees, staring in amazement.
“Thank you, s-,” she exclaimed right before a third assailant rushed from behind me and grabbed her. She only screamed for a brief second before being knocked out by the assailant. He chuckled as he stopped at the end of the alleyway and then darted off with such speed I have never witnessed in my entire life on the force.
I quickly tried stopping the man, but he was a faster sprinter than I was, despite my speed with the blade. I rushed trying to at least slow him down. He veered right into the alleyway and then took me off-guard and struck me to the ground, still carrying the woman. I was able to get a blurry vision of him…he stood about six feet and seven inches, towering over most of the bigger officers I knew. He also had a distinctive tattoo of a king snake on his neck. His blow did major damage, which was not helped by the full sprint I had to do to just catch up with the kidnapper. I finally was able to get to my feet…but not on my own accord. The assailant was able to pick me up and throw me aside like I was nothing but air. The contact with the wall caused me to grunt in pain. I was about to get up until a hard foot into my shoulder causing me to yell in pain.
“Detective…you’ll never know what true justice really is…”
Unfathomable! This man even knew who I was and mocked me because of it. With the last of my strength I reached up, only to be tossed aside again. Before I lost consciousness, I could hear that maniacal laugh of his echoing down the thin alleyway as the lights of the squad cars slowly rolled in…
This is a very strange feeling and it comes to very rare occasions. To me, personally…I lost the only woman I have ever loved. Even though it was not my fault and it was even past what I could do, I feel I had a hand in her demise. It is sad to see the very rare jewel that you kept precious to you just ripped away so easily, and no way to bring them back. My experience as a law-abiding justice has never prepared me for the insurrections I felt when I succumbed to this terrible nightmare.
What is justice when the ones who can end the lives of others control fate and not the ones that can prevent it? I had a dream, where I stood upon a mountain and shouted that I had discovered everything and I was to expose this monstrosity to the world, the unholy truth of my labors would fall upon those surrounding me. Alas, only to look down and see the plethora of corpses dangling from the canopies of the forest like the River Styx below me. I felt with each one I was missing a very specific piece to the puzzle and as if all the work and effort put into my desperate attempt was simply wasted and unwanted. It was almost as if it was so pleasurable to see that I was not even upset at the river of carnage that lay before me.
For some reason I have never been so thrilled in my life…