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The Eye of The Storm(A short story)

Chapter 1: The Fall

As he stood there; uncertain if it was the rain or a tear he felt trickle down his cheek. Jacob could not take his eyes of his mothers corpse, mangled amongst wires. This night had started like any other: He and his partner, Detective Arthur Bradley, were cruising around the neighbourhood on patrol. The local police department was short staffed so even the detectives had to pitch in with the daily duties. "Did you catch the Wizards game earlier?" Bradley asked in an attempt to make small talk "Not much of a football, if I'm honest" responded Jacob feeling as though he would be more comfortable sitting in silence"It's basketball" laughed Bradley "Sports fan then" The two had only been paired up for a few weeks and were still trying to get to know each other. They had just stopped off to get some coffee when they got the call. "Do you think she fell?" Bradley asked Jacob knowing that he must have had other things on his mind, but felt he needed to treat this like any other case. Bradley is a smart man although he has a tendency no to act it, he is a very warm-hearted individual who always puts others before himself. "To be in such a state, she must have been pushed" Jacob replied without a second hesitation. He had become numb seeming to show a lack of comprehension of what was laying in front of him. His serious demeanour was now even more atmospheric. "Pretty tense, huh?" Bradley said meaning to make the situation a little less perplexing "What's that?" "Your mom, I mean are you okay? of course you not what am I saying. Do you wanna go grab a drink or something? We'll deal with the heavy stuff later" "I'd rather just get it done if you don't mind"

Back at the department Jacob had started to write his report but couldn't stop thinking about who would have done such a thing. His mother was a quiet old lady who kept to herself. She didn't have many friends and hardly went out. "Come to think of it, what was she even doing in the city?" He thought to himself. "All okay here Wasinski?" Captain Doyle had approached Jacob after hearing about what had happend from Arthur. "Yeah, just like any other case, not like we were close" "She is, was still your mother. She brought you into the world and raised you to be the way you are. You should be more grateful." Doyle was starting to realise how insensitive he was being, as though Jacob's lack of remorse was affecting him personally. "look I'm sorry about that outburst, feel free to take Bereavement leave." "Thank you, but no thank you. I'd rather just get my work done if it's all the same?" "Well the offer is there" Doyle walked off back into his office and slammed the door behind him. "What's got him rattled?" Bradley asked "No Idea, maybe he had a death in his family? well anyway I'm just about done here I'll catch you tomorrow morning." "Sure, want a ride home?" "No it's okay I could do with the walk"

On the walk home Jacob was alone with his thoughts. "How can this be affecting me so much? Have I gone soft? We were always at each others throats I don't understand why it is bothering me so much." As he was walking down the street he heard a woman screaming, a terrible cry of pain worse than nails on a chalk board. As a police officer he felt it only right to rush to the woman's aid. This lead him down an alley only when he got there it was empty, not a soul in sight, "Great now I'm hearing things" he said aloud to himself. As he was standing there he noticed a gleam in the corner of his eye. A pocket watch with an ominous blood red glow emitting from it. He picked it up and flicked it open, to notice there was an eye glaring at him seemingly through the casing; blinking in unison with his as a reflection, only it wasn't. His eyes were blue with a spark of green. This eye is crimson unlike any other he had seen before. startled he rubbed his eyes."Jeez what was in that coffee?"

From the alley it was only a short walk home to his apartment. On his arrival he went through his night time routine; Took his coat off and hung it up, grabbed a glass of milk, had a wash, flossed and then sat down on the couch to watch some television before bed. Nothing in particular just flicking through the channels. "Not a lot on TV after 1AM" he came across the sports channel and noticed it was the highlights from last nights basketball game. He switched the television off, went to the toilet then headed to bed. Unable to get to sleep he lays there still thinking about what had happend and how. He glanced over at his alarm clock which read 3;52AM "making good time, usually take me longer to get home, strange given my little detour." Exactly two minutes later, the same blood-curdling scream from before filled the apartment. "WHAT THE S**T!" he bolted upright and lept out of bed throwing his sheets to the floor in the process. He ran to the sitting room, nearly tripping. He spotted the red glow pulsating from his coat pocket. "Oh, I'd forgotten about you" he flicked it open again only this time, there was no eye only an ostensibly bottomless black void. "Now I know I'm going crazy" he took the watch with him back into his room layed it on the cabinet next to his bed. He picked the sheets up and lie-down. As he was starting to drift off. "Jacob" a warm soft voice echoed in his ear "Jacob, it's okay" the familiar tones resonated. "Mom?" he said in a drowsy manor as he passed out.