The Afflation 2

Dennis and Jerimiah stepped out of the foyer of the hotel into the open, greeted aggressively by men of the press, who temporarily blinded by flashing and clicking of cameras as the journalists converged around them. The security men soon pounced on the press men like a pack of wolves hunting prey, dispersing the people and creating space between them and the journalists. Questions flying around them in swooshes of sound waves. Jerimiah was stunned; his feet totally refused impulses from his brain to keep moving, he always dreamt of this but was not prepared for the event at large. He snapped out of the daze and tried again in futility to move; nothing happened, slowly the scene began pixelating and fading into white… white; the light was accompanied by a blaring alarm that was also  accompanied by a low thud in the back of his head. His eyes fluttered and watered as his vision readjusted to the ambient monotony of the interrogation room, his hands cuffed to arm of a finely finished and polished wooden chair. A silver table stared coldly in front of him and at the other side of the table sat a grinning detective: Richard. Known by all to be the most notorious detective in the land, his methodology was so unorthodox people believed he tortured people’s minds. Now Richard knew why; “what did you do to me” Jerimiah’s raspy shaky voice inquired. He didn’t believe his own voice sounded like that. Full of despair, Richards grin faded into a thoughtful scowl, “ why, I only injected you with my special cocktail and did some other things that really aren’t your business…” “ that’s against my human rights!!” Jerimiah blurted out, cutting the detective short. The detective’s grin returned, he passed Jerimiah a sheet of paper that read “write your statement or else…” Jerimiah’s shoulders slumped but his resolve was not broken, picked up the pen that sat lay beside the paper and wrote,” I AM INNOCENT!!!!!” and passed it back to Richard, who read the paper with that unwavering grin of his, Jerimiah was starting to suspect, this guy was probably mentally challenged in some way, that grin was just a sign of his mind being wrapped in some unnatural way. The detective silently produced a small metal box the size of a pen from his suit pocket accompanied by a tiny card. He stood up from the chair which was identical to the one Jerimiah sat on; walked over to Jerimiah and placed the card in front of Jerimiah and stood behind him. The card had only six words on it,” I HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU” Jerimiah’s eyes widened as he recognized the card. The realization was accompanied by a sharp pain in his neck as Richard plunged the tip of a syringe into his neck… his mind went blank… his vision tunneled and like that he was plunged into darkness again.