MPD+Chapter+2

Chapter 2


 * Earlier that morning**

I got out of bed trying to suppress thoughts that would stop me from doing what I was about to do. All week I‘ve been preparing for this. I found the perfect victim to start my homicidal rampage with. It would be someone small and insignificant that no one would remember. His name was, well I don’t actually know his name. I laughed to myself, it’s unimaginable to think that I’ve been tracking my prey learning his every move all week, yet I don’t even know his name.

“Well what’s the difference tonight I have control and it’s going to be brutal.” I said to myself out loud.

As I started to walk out the door I stopped.

“Oh, I almost forgot to write the letter.” I chuckled to myself

//Dear Detective Davis,// //Before I start I suggest you not submit this into evidence. Seeing how if the precinct finds out they’ll have to kick you of your first case. That would be very unfortunate. Luckily if you hide it away no one will find it. I promise.//

//So Davis now that we got that over with you’re probably sitting in your 1977 Plymouth Fury waiting for it to warm up. I know you love that car it was your father’s, right. Of course I’m right I mean I know you almost as well as you know yourself. Actually I think I know you better then you know yourself, in fact I’m positive of that.//

//Well I presume that your wondering what else I know about you. Well I know that you went to collage for five years and studied Criminal Psychology, and Behaviorism. I also know that you were a cop for two years and you hated it because you weren’t like the rest of the cops on the force. You didn’t take the job to get paid for breaking people’s jaws with a nightstick. You took the job so you could grow and flourish becoming what you are today. You also have a small one bedroom apartment where you spend most of your nights lying in bed staring at the ceiling profoundly reflecting on your life.//

//That’s right Davis I know more about of you then you. Good luck finding me, and don’t worry no one solves their first case.//

I folded the letter and addressed it.

“Now it’s time for the real fun to start.” I laughed as I got into my car and drove to North 32nd Street.


 * Back at the warehouse**
 * Present**

I sat in my car and read the letter addressed to me. When I was finished I had to go back and reread it. I thought that maybe I was imagining this that I was really asleep in bed back at my apartment. After taking everything in and digesting it like Thanksgiving dinner. I drove back to my apartment hoping find a miniature camera or microphone. When I reached my apartment I saw that lights were on through out the apartment. I unlocked the apartment door and stealthily ran up to my room. When I approached the door I released my .38 snub from its constricting shoulder holster, and prepared to open the door.

I opened the door, and a man, who was ruffling through my drawers with a ski mask on, started running toward me obviously not noticing the .38 snub in my hand. I was reluctant to shoot the man sight unseen, so I decided I play a little D first. When he was within striking range I accurately punched the man in the nose immediately breaking it. Blood sprayed the wall next to me and dripped from my hands like molasses. The man grabbed his nose instinctively and started running to the fire escape. I wiped the blood from my hand and walked over to the man. He was struggling with the window. As a got close to him he looked back then quickly turned back around franticly trying to open the window.

When I was directly behind him I grabbed him by the shoulders, and threw him to the floor. When he hit the floor he cracked his head on the solid wood nightstand. Acting quickly, I handcuffed him to the radiator waiting for him to awake from his unconsciousness.