Chapter 1
“Chapter 1
'I-I was scared, looking around in the darkness; my family lay there in the floor with lifeless expression and blood smeared all over them. Before I could get what had happened, I was already trembling. I saw stabs all over their stomach. I s-somehow crawled and got my phone up and dialed “112” and went near my parents sobbing, but it was too late. My brother Lonan lay beside them with his deep head injury and blood rippling out.’ I said to the constable sitting at the police station. He nodded with his hands clasped, ‘that would’ve been a horrible scene for you to experience’
I say nothing to it as I almost start to tear up again. He pats my shoulder, ‘don’t you worry, we will definitely find the wrongful and make sure he gets the punishment he deserves’ I look down and cover my face with my hands.’ 'So could you tell more about you?’ the police officer asks me. I look up at him, ‘yes sure. I am from the Moretti family, which you would’ve heard of. My name is Keir Moretti and I am 16 years old. I go to the Maximilian high school. I don’t know how or why it happened to my family.’
Well, I am so sorry for you, would you like some time alone?’. I nod. He gets up and goes outside, where a crowd of media was waiting, clinging on their mics, trying to inquire on the case. I take a brief look around, many of other constables sitting there with the victims, each of them busy in their own case. Outside the media shows not a tint of sadness, just mere skepticism. The constable tries to calm them down. Well, it has to natural, my dad was a CEO of a car company.
I get up and go outside, near the constable. ’Thanks, I am feeling –’.
'Well, aren’t you the son of Hades Moretti?’ ‘What do you have to say about this case?’ ‘Who do you think is the culprit?’ I got flooded with many questions...
I nod ‘umm, I am not sure about this case though I believe that Mr. Arzhel and Ms. Rhea from the police crime department will definitely crack this case.’
‘What makes you think that?’ came a swift pushback clearly asking me to explain everything. 'You see, they once taught self-defense to me personally-’ ‘Those two famous police officers taught You?!' ‘Yeah, they did and thus I feel close and safe with them.’ ‘Woah, so-’
‘Sorry we have to get going’ intruded the constable as he dragged me with him inside. ’Those damned emotional Draculas' he muttered to himself.
Upon getting inside, he sat down with me and passed me some paper. ‘You will have to fill them up in order to make this case official, and by the way, why did you have to rumble so much? Who said that Arzhel and Rhea will be up with this case?’ he whined.. ‘I am sorry, but I was about ask you that personally but ended up getting tensed in front of the media. And please would you ask them. I really have trust in them’. ‘Well now thanks to you, the media pressure’s gotten worse’ he gritted.
The gates swing open once again, drawing the attention of both of us. A woman of about 25 walks in with looking uncertain on what’s happening outside. A man tags along with her. The woman is dressed elegant, a brown overcoat, with a dazzling white tops and black pegged pants. Her glossy black hair overhangs, making her quite an attractive figure. The man beside her, is dressed casually, a t-shirt of sky-blue color with white patterns and jeans, with a sling bag hanging over. His shaggy black hair gives an alluring vibe to his outfit. He seems to have a grasp on what has been going on outside.
He looks at me and waves his hand. I instantly recognize him and stand up, shoving off the chair. ‘Sir–’ I began
'KEIR?! What are you doing here? Is everything okay?’ 'Madam Rhea, I- I, they just died, and I woke up to see them in that condition, it has to be…. a dream, right?' I reply, in an agitated and nervous manner with trembling lips. She looked at me terrified as she slowly understood the case. ‘So, your family is already …’I nod. The man comes towards me and pats my back. ‘Keir, I am so sorry for your loss. Your leg, what happened to it?’ he questioned. I glance over my leg ‘oh this? I woke up and had an awfully horrible pain. I when called the ambulance, the paramedics looked at it and treated. It is a severe sprain.’. ‘Oh god! Keir, stay strong. If you need any kind of help, please don’t hesitate to ask me’ the lady comforts me in a sweet voice. ‘Keir…’ the man mutters, appearing quite gloomy.
A sudden interruption is caused when the constable stands up and explains ‘officer Arzhel and officer Rhea, this boy wants you to examine the Moretti family case’ he looks at me in an irked manner though and urges, ‘did you fill up the form?’. ‘Yes sir, here’ I said as I handed them over to him.
'So, Keir we would be glad to help you. You can count on us’ Rhea conveyed.. 'Yeah, Keir I promise you I’d find the rightful’ continued Arzhel. I smile which accidently changes into a little smirk but then realizing I reply to them ‘Thanks a lot sir-mam, it means a lot to me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Please find the culprit, it would really make me feel better.’
‘Sure’ said both of them in a same pitch. Their eyes reflected warmth and generosity while I catch a glimpse of myself on the mirror near the table and realize my eyes on the other hand looked quite lifeless.
