The Mysterious Demon

-Dominic’s POV-

I looked down at Jordan one last time with sympathy before watching Nick and the rest start running from the police who were coming in closer.

“Come on D, we have to go!” Blake exclaimed, grabbing my wrist and we both started running. A little distance was made between us and what was our battlefield when I came up with an idea. I stopped moving and started walking back into the open. “Dominic what are you doing?” I then hear Blake asking from behind me, looking at me with panic and worry.

“If we keep running without a plan we’re going to get caught. They have cars and tracking dogs. This won’t work. I have to do something.” I reply which makes him shake his head, walking closer to me and taking hold of my hand, unbothered by my blood which was now getting on his hand too.

“We can think of something else but that doesn’t mean that you have to risk getting caught!” He tried reasoning when Jake then burst through, rushed. “What’s going on?” he asked hurriedly. “She won’t come with us,” Blake explained which made Jake look at me for a few seconds.

“Please Jake, this is what my job in the gang is.” I plead which made him stare before nodding at me and pulling at Blake’s arm. “Put your trust in her and go.” He tells him which makes me nod back in gratitude before watching them leave, Blake looking back at me with regret.

When they were gone, I walked in the opposite direction of where they were going and took out the gun that Nick had forced me to carry. It wasn’t long before I was met with someone else. “You’re Oliver right?” I asked based on the information Jason gave me prior but he didn’t reply to me which made me shrug. Fair enough.

I then pointed the gun I had at him which made him run and shield himself behind a tree which made me smirk before I aimed the gun towards the dark sky and shot. This caught the attention of the police who were nearby which was perfect. I threw the gun an equal distance away from me and between Oliver and me before taking off my mask, putting my hands above my head and plastered fake fear on my face.

The police surrounded the area around me, pointing guns at me and yelling at me to slowly lay on the floor with my hands behind my back which I did with a little hesitation. A policeman then came and sat on my back and was about to put some handcuffs on me which was amusing. One of the few things that I had learned from being a street fighter was getting out of this position.

I noticed that the other police officers were going to go towards where they thought there were more people so I decided to make my move. I lifted my chest as much as I could which made the police hold down my neck as I had expected him to. Then I quickly bent and moved up on my knees, allowing me to push the officer off of my back as I stood. This made the rest of the officers to come and hold me down all at once. It was suffocating so I didn’t struggle this time and instead tensed my wrists as they put handcuffs on them.

After that, I was dragged into a police car when I realized my necklace had fallen off somewhere which made me panic, and yet, I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Officer I haven’t done anything!” I exclaim which makes him scoff at me while shoving me in the car. The ride to the station was a quiet one. The officers would talk between themselves in a low voice while I carried on my innocent act.

I looked down at the cuffs, suddenly feeling very suffocated and claustrophobic when I remembered something. When I was young my stepbrother would tie a skipping rope around my wrists and would time how long it would take for me to get out of the hold. Could this be similar? I thought and relaxed my body. I squeezed my thumb into my hand, twisted, squeezed a little more, and repeated. It hurt but finally, I could get one hand out.

I smiled at my success and thought about the possibility of trying to run away now. However, the chances of me actually succeeding without putting my brother and the rest in danger was extremely low. Plus, where’s the fun in escaping? And so, I waited until I got to the station.

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After a while, I was put into an interrogation room and sat down in front of a man in a suit. He didn’t look happy to see me. “Dominic… last name?” he asked and I shrugged. “It used to be Johnson but now it’s Secter although I haven’t changed it yet.” He nodded at my reply.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“A few years ago you came here to report the murder of your adoptive family, correct?” I gulped when hearing this but nodded all the same. “You stayed with a family friend since then?” “Until I turned 18 and moved out.” It was his turn to nod after that before getting to the important question.

“What were you doing at the scene?” I sighed at him and explained, “I was visiting my adoptive family’s graves when I heard people yelling and fighting when I was near I was mistaken as one of the people that was fighting and all I could really do was defend myself. I wasn’t prepared though. I was scared. I don’t even know how I found the gun but it was the only way to keep the people away from me. I’m sorry.”

He looked me in the eyes and I looked back at him. I was good at lying so I wasn’t worried at all. I had lied to people all of my life. This was second nature to me. After a couple of seconds, he nods again.

“Well, I’m sorry to say that you’re arrested in suspicion of murder until your court date is set ” I winced slightly, knowing this will make my reputation a lot worse and I’ll be missing a lot of fights at the bar because of this. “How long do you think I’ll get locked up?” I ask slowly and he hummed while thinking. “Two or three months maybe?”

I couldn’t help but smirk when he said that though. This was going to be exciting.

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