"Like I have told you for the millionth time!" *Slam* "I! WAS! NOT! The one who assaulted my wife! How many times-"
*Cough* *Cough*
"That is what you get for yelling for the last 10 minutes. Hey! Can someone get a glass of water for this guy?"
Unable to keep my calm, I tried to yell out while the police just looked at me in their tired eyes and sluggish demeanors.
It had been roughly 30 minutes since me and Otto both got captured by the police for the false accusation of Beth's sexual assault. The arrest happened right after Otto walked into the house and I heard Beth shout out the window. It was unexpected but also coordinated. It was as if the police had been prepared for our arrival hours before the meeting time.
As much as I hated to admit, the fatso was much more cunning than he seemed. Not only did he manage to get away without fixing Beth, he had also prepared this as a trap for me and Otto.
I was naive to believe he would want to get his phone back and not drag the cops into this mess. The current predicament was the result of my naivete.
Damn it! God damn it!
*Glug* *Glug*
"...Thank you." *Cough* *Cough*
"Don't mention it."
"Mr. Police, like I have told you before, it was not us who did that terrible thing to Beth. It was a fat and ugly man with a mind control phone."
"Again, you keep talking about this useless phone that couldn't be turned on as something so dangerous."
*Kluck*
The police officer lightly threw the dangerous phone on the table. However, unlike before, the screen did not show anything. Maybe it needed a charge?
"Furthermore, we had the statement from the victim directly that you two beat her all over and tortured her naked"
"It was the fucking fatso who ordered her to say it! It was mind control!"
Again I tried to yell out and even stood up at the obvious lies the fat motherfucker told Beth to say.
But soon, the two officers standing behind me closed in and forcefully put me back to my seat.
"Mr. Jackson, please calm down. This is the second time you have shown your uncooperation this evening. Usually, we would have ended the session here and thrown you and your friend into the cell for weeks. But as luck would have it, the new mayor is advocating for a public campaign against civil abuse. So even when it is 2 a.m in the morning, we have to work overtime. So please, stop spewing nonsense and admit your crime."
It was no use.
The police had heard enough of my excuses and wanted this to end as quickly as possible.
But before that…
"... Can I at least ask about the condition and whereabouts of my wife?"
"Your wife is now in the 87th Hospital. She was still unconscious when she got picked up by the medical team. It will probably take us til morning before we could ask her in details about what you did."
"I see. Thank you, Mr…"
"James."
"Ah yes, thank you Mr. James"
So Beth should be safe now. Although the current situation was horrible, we did accomplish what we set out to do, and that was to save Beth from the hands of the fatso.
*Phew*
I made an obvious sigh of relief as part of my mind was free from the constant concern about Beth's safety.
"...Look, Mr. Jackson. You look like a decent guy and you obviously cared about your wife. But it's time you admit you screwed up. I have been in these cases more than I wished to be. You probably had a few bottles, got the wrong guy over and you two did what your drunk selves were thinking. I won't say I agree to your actions but it is nothing to act crazy over. Best you get is a fine and probably a few months on parole."
"Mr. James, you don't understand. I was not drunk. I also was not acting crazy. Everything I told you is true. Please believe me!"
"And you expect me to believe without proof? The only truths I have seen so far are this useless phone and your wife. There was no security camera in the house, all the fingerprints in the scene belong solely to you, and Mrs. Jackson . So please, cut the bullshit already!"
James seemed to have lost some of his patience. If only I could offer a single piece of evidence…
"… Wait, you said there were no other fingerprints except me and Beth? But what about the one on this phone?"
"As I have said, we didn't find anything else. There were only fingerprints of the two of you"
Huh? How come? I could remember clearly the fatso holding the phone back then.
Did he wear gloves? No. I wouldn't miss something so unusual.
But then again, I was under his control through the night. It could have been his influence that made me ignore the gloves.
"…Uhm Mr. James. Was there anything out of place when you investigated the scene? Like an odd object, a note, or maybe a pair of gloves? Please tell me anything you could think of."
"You want to ask about the scene now? Do you want to drag this out or what?"
"No! Please, I'm begging you, Mr. James! Please tell me!"
"Haizz… you understand the situation you are in now right? If you just want to mess with me then best of luck, you and your buddy will stay here for the next few weeks"
"Thank you Mr James!"
"Alright. Hey you!"
James pointed at one of the young cop standing behind me.
"Get me the scene report. Mary should be handling it at the moment"
The young cop simply replied with a weak "Yes sir" and walked out of the room, hand covering his mouth.
"Haizz… That is what you get for hiring the young nowadays. I tell you what, these kids lack discipline. They only care about money these days. No true regard for the good, the law and justice! Back in my day…"
I stayed silent through his monologue. My mind was more occupied with how I would get out of here along with Otto then came straight to Beth.
Unlike before, this time the restraints on my hands were no longer mental but rather cold heavy steels. I could not break it like I did last time. So my best bet would be to convince the man before me to trust my words.
How ironic that this would be the second night in a row that I was chained to a chair. Fate must have a dark sense of humor.
*Creek*
As I was occupied with my own thoughts and James was busy telling his glorious past, the door slowly opened with the figure of a woman standing there.
"Huh? Mary? What are you doing here? Didn't I send one of the boys to get the scene report?"
"…"
The woman whom James called Mary did not respond. She just stood there with one hand holding the doorknob, and the other hiding behind her back.
"Hey what's wrong…?"
"Silence."
"Ugh agh!?"
!
The woman only said a single word but James had somehow stopped his speech mid-sentence.
My body tried to jump back on instincts but jolted right back as the handcuffs kept me in place.
"What the hell!???"
"Sleep"
"What… Ugh…"
The other young officer who held me back before was yelling at Mary just for her to shut him down in a single word.
"Ugh?! UGHHH! Aghhhh!"
Even though James was silenced, he was still able to express his anger through unintelligible groans. He looked at the young officer falling face-down to the floor before turning back at Mary and ran towards her as fast he could.
"Sleep"
"Ugh…"
Unfortunately for him, he took too long to react.
"…"
I could only watch as things ended in an instant, still unable to move freely.
But one thing for sure: This was another attack by a mind controller and I refused to repeat the same mistake twice. Thus…
"…"
"…"
The room fell silent as none of us said a word. I closed my eyes and turned away from the woman, waiting for her to come for me instead.
This was a method I or rather me and Otto came up with during our discussions. From my experience, the fatso seemed to make use of sight as the main media to control others. So it would be wise to avoid eye contact as much as possible. Another thing would be that I had a higher chance of beating them by closing in, rather than keeping my distance.
*Click clack* *Click clack*
*Grrrr*
I could hear the sound of high heels clanking just before the sound of the chair being moved.
I could only assume the woman, Mary, had sat in the chair opposite me, replacing James' role as the integrator.
"… Ah… You seemed…Ah… to know… hughh… our mettthhhodd… well…"
"…"
I stayed silent but the sounds from this woman… There was no way she was doing what I thought she was doing right?
"Agh huh rahhhh…!"
… Holy fucking fuck…
"Ahhhh… Ahh… AHHHH!"