|Ambiguous Voices (standard:drama, 2695 words)|
|Author: Nathan K||Added: Nov 19 2000||Views/Reads: 3515/1654||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A murder is commited. A man is caught. He starts making accurate predictions to a psychologist. Is he crazy or gifted?|
Ambiguous Voices. Nathan K "I kill because I have to. There is no choice ". The sweat rolls from his face under the bright lights of the interrogation room. He knows what is coming, but he doesn't fear it. It's almost excitement. In the next room two young detectives observe him. " Is he still talking to himself?" says one. " Yep, real nutcase this one" The other officer opens Knell's folder, containing the statements from the witnesses who had seen the execution. He reads, "He got picked up this afternoon, double homicide, two guys were having dinner, Mr Knell here walks in the restaurant holds a gun to one of the man's heads and shouts, from one witnesses statement ' You must understand me, I do not control this, this must happen'. Everyone in the restaurant thinks this is a hold up, he shoots one man in the chest, the man falls to the table, he shoots him in the head. Without hesitating he turns and shoots the other man in the head, one shot. He then puts the gun in his pocket, turns and walks out, 35 witnesses, all give the same story." The officer replied " That's cold, who is talking to this guy?". "McTraw is on his way" replies the first. Knell stares straight at the one way mirror through which he is being watched. His hands placed on his lap, handcuffed, as are his feet. The interrogation room is painted white with two chairs and one large table, also white. There are four mirrors in the room, one on each wall. One of which is used for one way viewing. This is the one Knell somehow knowingly stares at. There is nothing in the room that could be inspiring, good or bad in any way. Knell mutters to himself, almost reassuring himself, " They needed to die, it is not me, they use me." The faint sound of agony in his voice can only be heard by his own ears, the cry to himself that he is not to blame. The prison style overalls that he had been given makes his skin itch under the hot conditions of the room. Knell could not imagine being more uncomfortable. He listens for any sign of movement or voice coming from the next room. He gets agitated when he is alone. That is when they come, the thoughts that drive him. Agent McTraw walks into the room, he has a confident sway, not seeming to care that he is walking into a room containing a man who earlier committed a gruesome crime. Without giving Knell any eye contact at all he sips at his coffee, throws the file he is holding onto the table and sits down. "Ok then, Why?" asks the detective. " I wish I could grace that simple question with an equally simple answer" says Knell. He looks down and says "They, they tell me to". The detective stands up, pushing his chair aside, walks over to Knell and leans with both hands on the table, inches from the killers face. "On behalf of the 12 children who will be having nightmares for the rest of their lives because of what they saw today, why did you do it?" says the detective. Knell smiles, as if to dismiss with ease the guilt that the detective is trying to place on him. " You know what? Don't bother with the guilt thing, I was doing what I had to, you don't know what it's like, no-one does, except me, I am gifted, not evil." The detective turns his back, brushing back his thinning hair, trying not to break, not to show his frustration. But he had been there, he had smelt the death that this man had caused, he was not finding this easy. Knell is giving nothing away. " Do voices tell you to do these things?" asks the detective. " Sometimes" says Knell " Sometimes it's voices, but not a voice like you are talking to me now, it comes from within, not from the outside, it is someone talking to me, through my body. Someone that is recognised by no-one. Sometimes I dream what I have to do, sometimes I'm reading the paper and it'll be a headline, the fact is whenever I get a sign it's different from the last. I don't know where the next one will be, it's kind of exciting, but on the other hand I'm so afraid." The detective looks straight into the eyes of Knell, trying to get a glimpse of what lies inside. Knell just smiles back. A kind of smile that you imagine on the face of someone who is enjoying a situation. The detective turns around, picks up his file, gives Knell one more, lingering , cold look, walks out. " Get a Psychologist down here, this guy might be genuine, I want a full report" The detective says to the waiting observers. " Yes sir", the detective leaves the outer room. One of the observers picks up the Click here to read the rest of this story (162 more lines)
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