Disclaimers: Well the usual ones. All character's are James Parriott's creations and I am taking them for a little spin. They will be put back when I have finished with them though. I am making no money from this. I am writing it for the enjoyment (and feedback).
The Shocking Truth!
Nick was in shock. He was lead to a seat half an hour ago and had hardly moved since. He knew Natalie was there, so was his partner, Schanke. He wanted to tell them both that he was fine, but he couldn't speak. All he could do was stare at the floor.
They were in a grocery store. A call had come in about some man who had shot a customer. He and Schanke went to check it out as they were close by. There was a hostage situation.
Schanke went to the frozen foods section of the store. He had gone to the other side of the store. There was pet supplies there. He had picked up a toy that was suited for cats. A present for Sydney, Natalie's cat. Schanke got some meat.
On their way out of the store, they met up with the shooter and the staff members. It was late and there were no customers at that period of time. There had been an argument between his partner and the shooter. Schanke was shot in the shoulder. He was down and bleeding. Nick pulled his gun out and said he was a cop. He showed the shooter his badge and tried to hypnotise the guy into putting his gun down on the floor. The whammy didn't work. The shooter had shot his partner again, this time in the leg.
Nick didn't think. He aimed his gun and shot the guy twice. The same places he had shot his partner. The shooter had dropped his gun and fell to the floor.
Nick bent over Schanke and saw how much pain his partner was in. He had to stop the bleeding. He ran to a part of the store that sold bandages, though he had no idea why they were in a grocery store. He wrapped his partners wounds up tight and successfully stopped his partner from bleeding to death.
The shooter had gotten to his gun and tried to shoot him and Schanke. A bullet grazed Nick. Schanke wasn't hurt this time.
Nick had picked his gun up and screamed at the shooter to stop firing his weapon. He was going to jail for what he had done. The shooter had killed two staff members. One male and one female.
Nick snapped when a bullet hit him in the arm. The shooter had opened fire on him. Nick was doing his hardest to dodge the bullets. Nick pointed his gun at the shooter and had shot him in the chest. The guy had looked surprised, but didn't want to go down. He kept on shooting at Nick, determined to meet the cop in hell.
Nick then shot the man again and again. One shot got the man in the head, splattering the guys brains all over the floor. All the other shots got the guy in the chest.
Nick was hearing a clicking sound. He realised he had wasted all his bullets on the shooter. He was still pulling the trigger. He stopped when he realised what he was doing. It felt like a light switch was switched on in his head. He looked at his partner, a look of horror on both their faces.
Nick dropped his gun to the floor and tried to wipe invisible dirt off of his hands onto his shirt. Blood came off instead. He dropped to his knees in front of the body. For one second he felt like crying.
He gasped and pulled out his mobile phone. In a voice that sounded detached from the rest of his body, he had called in three shot dead and his partner seriously injured. He hung up, looked down at the mess in front of him and just stared at the blood and brains caked all over the floor.
Nick felt ill, physically. He covered his mouth and ran to the toilets, where he threw up his last meal. Regurgitated cow's blood tastes twice as worse than the stuff usually does. He heaved until his stomach was completely empty. He had lain his head on the toilet seat. He felt hot and he started to sweat. He couldn't stop shacking.
A little while later he had heard sirens. The police had arrived, bringing Natalie with them. She was the M.E after all. He couldn't move. He didn't want to move. He heard car doors banging and people rushing in. Schanke must have told Natalie what had happened because a couple of minutes later she had walked into the cubicle he was in.
She had covered him with a blanket and told him he was in shock. He nodded. He didn't understand what she had just said. She had flushed the toilet and washed his face with a bit of cloth. She had washed his hands too, but only after taking a sample of the blood covering them. Nick kept on hearing strange noises. It took him a while to realise he was whimpering. The noise was coming from him.
Natalie had said something about getting up and going to a chair. She had moved him effortlessly. He was still in that chair, wrapped in a blanket, back in the store.
Paramedics had wanted to take Schanke to the hospital. His partner didn't want to leave though. Nick had helped him, time for him to support Nick.
Everybody was asking him how he was doing. He still couldn't talk and he had stared at a lot of people with, what one cop said was "unnatural eyes". Nick closed his eyes and covered them with his hands thinking they might be yellow, even though he knew they weren't. He couldn't think straight. He shook his head, making him groan.
"I don't feel good" he said. He could talk now. The cobwebs in his head were clearing. The shock was wearing off, leaving him feeling tired and sick.
"Nick?" both Schanke and Natalie asked at the same time. He turned to them and blinked.
"It can talk!" Schanke said as a joke. Nick frowned.
"Why do I feel sick, Nat?" he thought he was asking a very stupid question. He didn't get sick.
"Nick, this has been a very traumatic experience. Do you even remember what happened?" Natalie thought that with how shocked he had been, it would be amazing if he did remember. Nick shook his head no.
Why couldn't he remember. He had a photographic memory. He looked at the floor again. He could smell blood. It felt as if he hadn't fed in days. He closed his eyes. They were yellow this time. He growled. Natalie asked him if he wanted to go home. He nodded his head, yes.
She had asked for the keys to the caddy. He pulled them out of his pocket and handed them to her. He opened his eyes again, they were their normal blue color. He got up from his chair and was wondering why he was covered in a blanket. He looked at his partner and saw him sitting down with one arm in a sling and one foot up on a chair.
"Are you ok?" he asked his partner. He knew he had been shot, twice. He could see it happening, but he didn't remember anything else. He was sure he would get his memory back.
"Fine. Are you ok?"
"I can't remember anything." He looked to Nat. She started to walk towards the door, he was following her. She was going to take him home. His captain stopped him. Stonetree looked worried. Nick was his favorite detective and the star of the 27th precinct.
"As soon as you remember everything I want to have a talk with you. Until then, get some rest. Thats an order. You look terrible." Nick nodded his head and caught up with Natalie.
He got into the passenger side of the Cadillac. Natalie drove him to his loft. He got in the lift and got out at his floor. He went straight to the fridge. God, he was so hungry. Natalie saw where he was going and stopped him. He turned around and looked at her with yellow eyes.
"I'm hungry, Nat. It will also help with my memory loss." He thought she would at least let him have a glassfull.
"Wait until your memory comes back. You might end up throwing it back up if you don't" He shook his head, no.
"What happened, Nat. Tell me. I will probably remember then." He saw Natalie's face fall and her eyes fill up with tears.
"Fine, but don't start yelling at me for telling you this" she took a deep breath. The news of what he had done would hit him, and hard. She hoped it would jog his memory though.
"You killed someone Nick. He had shot Schanke, twice. To put him out of the picture, you shot him twice, the same places he shot Schank. You saved your partner Nick. If you weren't there, Schanke would have bled to death. You were grazed by a bullet. You got your gun out and yelled at the guy to stop shooting. He opened fire on you. One bullet hit you in the arm. You drew your gun and shot him in the chest. He didn't go down and kept on shooting at you. You shot him in the head and then continually in the chest. Nick, you shot the guy to pieces. You looked scared when you looked at Schanke. You dropped the gun and went on your knees in front of the body. You called in the shootings. You knelt in front of the body for a while. You then ran to the toilet where you threw up. That would explain why you are hungry, Nick. It's the truth. Ask anybody who was there. All had the same story." Natalie started to cry then. Nick went to her with a look of disbelief on his face.
The disbelief turned to horror as he realised it was the truth. He had done the one thing he promised he would never do again. He held onto Natalie as his eyes filled with scarlet tears.
An idea of him being a cop sprung into his mind. Sure he couldn't be killed by a bullet but it still might have been in self-defence.
"Nat?" he asked the crying woman. "Did I have a choice? Did Schanke say anything about why I did shoot him. Was it self-defence? I was being shot at and didn't want to move on early because of a bullet to the chest." He was filled with hope. If he didn't have a choice, it still would hurt, but not as much. He was doing it to save his butt.
"Nick, the bullets were made out of wood. If you were shot in the chest, you would probably be dead."
This news dawned on him. He heaved a sigh of relief. He wasn't only doing it to save himself from moving on, but for saving his life. He was lucky the bullet got him in the arm. He smiled.
"Then it was. God, Nat, when you first said it, it sounded like the vampire killed him, but it was me in self-defence. This might sound like a bad thing, but it makes me feel a whole lot better knowing this." His memories suddenly came back. He had been in shock after he had done it. Not thinking. That is why he was sick.
He rubbed his stomach. He let go of Natalie and grabbed one of the bottles out of his fridge. He looked at her, asking for permission. She nodded and said she had to go. He nodded and she went to the lift door. She didn't get in though. Nick drained the bottle, putting it in the recycling bin and yawned, showing a lot of teeth.
Natalie walked back over to him. She wrapped him in a hug and kissed him on the cheek. He hugged her back and put his head on top of hers like he always does. He closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. His head slipped off hers, onto her shoulder. It startled Nat and woke Nick up.
"Sorry. All of a sudden I feel extremely tired." He yawned, this time covering his mouth.
"Hey, thats a natural thing for you to be feeling. Especially for how shocked you were." Nat let go of him and he almost fell to the floor. She supported his weight and led him to the couch, where she laid him down. He was asleep before his head was on the couch arm. Natalie laughed a little when he started to softly snore. She wondered if he hogged the sheets too.
Natalie looked down at the guy who had popped into her life 2 years ago. She touched his face and he moved position. He moaned and then sighed at the touch. Natalie went upstairs to his bedroom and got one of the black silk sheets off the bed. She covered his sleeping form in it. He didn't move this time.
Natalie left. She had lied about the bullets being wooden. They were the normal lead of bullets. Nick knew this.
Nick had gone over the edge. Pushed by what the shooter had done, both to his partner and himself. He had not killed the guy in self-defence. He had done it for the pleasure of killing. And for once, he felt no guilt. He had gone into shock after realising this.
He turned over in his sleep and gave a smile. Watching the murder over and over again.
Yes! Definitely for pleasure.
The End!
Well how did you all like that for an ending. I like it. I guess I am a dark knightie though and this story was demanding to be written. Well feedback is welcome, as always. Just email me.
