"Edmar Alaister, here are your clothes and your possessions," the old man said as he passed Edmar his stuff through the window. The brunette looked at the old man.
"Officer, have I already told you that I still think I'm innocent?" he asked, taking the ziplocs. He watched the officer's expression soften just a little bit.
"Yes, now just stay out of trouble, aight?" he replied, before calling up the next person.
Slowly pulling his gloves on along with his hat, Edmar walked past security and finally exited the building.
Quietly exiting the police station, Edmar slowly walked into the dark, cold night. After having his first taste of fresh night air after what felt like forever, he set out back home. He had a job to do after all.
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"Ramiro, did you hear? Remember that client of yours, Paine? Paine Alaister?" his coworker rambled after finishing another cup of whiskey. Ramiro scowled.
"Yeah, what about him?" Ramiro asked, setting his cup down on the countertop.
"You know how this place is pretty tight 'n all with everything being so close to everything-"
"Just get to the damn point already," the man snarled, glowering at the drunkard.
"Well his brother's got out," he mumbled. Ramiro froze. Scrambling to grab his phone from his pocket, he rang Paine's number. Hastily grabbing his jacket, he left the bar after leaving a fifty on the counter.
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Edmar stepped past the gate, before walking up to the window. The lights were off, and no sound came from the living room. Carefully climbing onto the second floor, he reached out for a window, and gave it a tug. He hadn't planned for it to open, so when it did, he would've fallen had he not grabbed the window sill. He took off his shoes, and held them in his hand before walking to the kitchen. As he walked across the living room, the light flicked on and in the hallway stood Paine.
"I changed the lock. How'd you even get in?" he asked, walking across the room, following Edmar to the kitchen. Almost eagerly. Like a puppy after its owner. Or prey being lured to its predator.
"How was prison? You missed Uncle's funeral." he asked, leaning against the counter. Edmar didn't say anything.
"I wasn't told that you would be returning today. Has it already been 15 years?" Paine asked. Edmar clenched his fist.
"I was 15. You were 23. Why would you do this to me?" Edmar asked. Tears didn't well up in his eyes. They'd been dried out during his time in prison. He waited for his brother's response.
"You were a threat. You were progressing a lot faster than I expected, and I couldn't let dad give you the company." Paine mumbled, running his hand through tangled hair. He seemed unbothered by the fact that they had been in the kitchen for the past 5 minutes.
"But now, you're nothing. Hell you probably can't get a good job because of your criminal record," Paine murmured. Edmar felt his heartbeat jolt. He clenched his teeth, and his breathing became ragged. He didn't register grabbing knife, and only realized it after he'd struck.
"IT WASN'T ME AND YOU FUCKING KNEW IT!" He yelled, swinging the knife and catching Paine in the arm. Edmar grit his teeth, before punching Paine in the gut.
"I would have you beg for my mercy," Edmar whispered quietly. "But your begging isn't worth anything to me," He slowly knelt down, before proceeding to carve out his brother's vocal chords. The crimson of his brother's blood staining his gloves, and his brother's hands' grip slowly loosening from his wrists. The screams for forgiveness and pathetic apologies slowly died out, along with the fiery rage that flooded throughout his body.
"You were a real piece of shit," Edmar mumbled, before tearing out Paine's trachea. His brother stopped shaking, arteries spitting blood up like a broken fire hydrant, splattering the kitchen cabinets with the same dirt that had stained his gloves. Edmar washed the knife, wiping the blood off with a towel, before leaving it in the dishwasher with the rest of the dishes.
Dragging his brother down the stairs, Edmar dragged his brother into the garage. Unlocking the car, he threw the corpse to the floor of the car and covering it with a few stray bags and blankets that he found. Throwing the keys into the car, he smashed in the locks and pried off the car handles before returning upstairs. Grabbing his wallet, the cash in his brother's, along with a drawstring of clothes, Edmar left.
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Ramiro finally arrived at the building the blue and red of the lights seeming bright enough to light up the rest of the neighborhood. He heard the breaking of a window and the wail of car sirens. Minutes later he saw a body carried out, with half its throat missing.
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Code 187
RomanceAfter being released from prison, Edmar returns home to his brother before murdering him. He then reports his murder to the police and leaves the scene to visit a nearby bar. 10 years later he's being investigated by none other than Ramiro Halloway...
