Dead
By
Gennia and Alice
Chapter 10
I pushed the heavy door open, only to see what I had left behind five minutes ago. He sat there motionlessly on the chair, just as he had for that past few tedious hours of today’s session. His eyes were focused on the bandaged arm lying on the table before him. The man was lucky that the cop’s bullet had only grazed his skin—he could have lost a hand.
"Mr. Littrell. It’s been three days, we need a statement from you." Surprisingly, he slowly, but finally looked up at me with his blood-shot eyes. Those eyes then studied the recorder by my hand for a couple of seconds.
"He’s dead. I killed him. Isn’t that enough of a statement for you?" Brian growled quietly at me, it left me speechless for a moment.
"We need you to tell us what happened that night, Mr. Littrell. I’m your lawyer and I can’t help you unless I know what really went on." I leaned closer toward the man and was ready to plead for his words. "If not for yourself, at least do this for the sake of your friends…and Nick." Brian frowned then looked down again, returning to the memorization of his own hands. "Bri--" I was just ready to explode when he, amazingly, began talking in a tear-filled tone.
"It was an accident, I swear. He wasn’t suppose to show up that night—no one was…"
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The needle looked unnaturally brilliant and sharpened. Brian stared at the instrument in his hand with wonderment. The brown substance within the glass cylinder looked like some silent monster waiting to be released. His eyes followed the trembling needle tip as he brought it closer to the surface of his left wrist. Just as the prick of the metal was felt, a swift form burst into the front door.
"Bri--." the teary blonde’s words died in his throat. His eyes widened with confusion and disbelief at the display before him. Brian slowly turned toward the voice, his brows furrowed at the sight of the unwanted visitor.
"Nick…wha, what are you doing?" Brian, too dazed by shock and the tonic in his blood stream, didn’t even bother hiding the still-full syringe.
Finally recollecting his words, Nick retorted angrily, "What am I doing? What the hell are YOU doing? Heroin, Brian? Heroin?" His own troubles forgotten, Nick strutted up to his still flustered friend. Without a word, the blond reached for the syringe between Brian’s fingers. The simple gesture was all that took to awaken Brian. He quickly pulled back his occupied hand as if the skin had been burnt. The shock in the smaller man’s eyes was replaced by fiery anger, in one split second. Brian shot up from his original spot on the floor. His unnatural confidence made his pale figure seem much larger. Harshly, the southerner pushed Nick back with one hand. Through clenched teeth, Brian let out a few stabbing words of warning, "Get the hell out of my house Nick. Get out!"
Not ready to give in, Nick stood his ground. His chest was merely a few inches from Brian’s. "No Brian, I’m not leaving until you hand me that…that thing!"
"Is that right Nick? If that’s the way you want to do this, Fine!" With one quivering hand, Brian held the delicate tool before Nick’s relieved face. However, just as the younger man reached up for it, Brian released his grip on the cylinder and watched calmly as it landed beside his foot.
"Oops, looks like I dropped it." Brian said with a sneer. His blood shot gray eyes burnt into Nick’s stormy blue pools. With clenched fists, Brian waited for his friend’s next move.