Detective Malloy

[The Icy One]

Character and Story Inspired by "A Tale of Malevolence" written by PawnOfFate


The light on my desk flickers on and off with the passing of the tram, every half hour the same. I don't mind, I'm lost in my mind... to deep inside to notice.

I don't really know what I saw that night... though it lingers in my memory still so many years later, it... drives me make sense of it all. What I remember couldn't have been real; It was only the imagination of a childs mind, but the act, that was real. I've seen the the photos taken by the crime scene photographer, the marks left on my mothers neck are still vividly clear in my mind. God, just thinking about them makes my head... ahh...

The pills next to me, they make it go away... the pain, but not the memories.

[PawnOfFate]

To that I say Woot, my good man.

Woot indeed.

[The Icy One]

So cold... the hand clutching my throat sent shivers down my spine. I tried to scream, but nothing came out, just the gasps for air as the grip on my neck tightened.

I could see my mother, the rest of the room seemed to fade away, the lack of oxygen distorting my perspective. She was so clear though, I could see her... curled up on the floor, holding one side of her face as streaks of tears glistened in the moonlight on the other. I tried to look away, I didn't want to see my mom in pain, but the creature next to me was a far worse sight. The man that held me didn't look human, his face began to bend into something... demonic.

My gut wrenched and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to make myself forget what I had just seen. I didn't want to see anymore, but something inside me forced my eyes to open. The room was dark at first, but as I felt the cold grip loosen.. it all began clear once more. I could see my brother over my mother, hands clenched around her throat. She didn't struggle, why didn't she struggle? For what felt like a eternity as I watched, not budging until finally my body was tossed to the corner of my mothers bedroom.

She was dead, her body was already losing color.. the sight kept my mind oblivious to the pain in my shoulder. Finally the tears began to well up in my eyes as the events that had just occurred finally sunk in, the shock had faded and I almost wish it hadn't. My eyes wandered over toward where my brother had been, only to catch a glimpse of flames. A firey path sat where my mothers bed had once been, and near the end of it my brother who smirked back in my direction the demon behind him laughing. A laugh that echoed through my mind.

Thats not what happened. It wasn't a demon.. it wasn't a demon, it was just some thug! It was just some ****ing street urchin from Kings who forced Malcolm!

The smile on my brothers face pierced my mind once again, I ran... I ran away and didn't look back.

He couldn't have... but, no... that smile... that smile. Wake up Vincent.

"...Vincent! Wake up Vincent!"

[PawnOfFate]

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