Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31966463-20170614025802

"I didn't do it. I swear to fucking god that I didn't do a goddamn thing. I know this sounds crazy and-nd that it's not something you can easily believe but I beg you, I'm not responsible."

"Now, see here, I want to believe you Jack, I really do. But when you're caught in the act with blood and gore all over your clothes, I can't in good conscience believe that you didn't kill that man." The detective has seen this all before, "It wasn't me!", is what they always seem to harp on about. After lighting and smoking yet another cigar, he studied the culprit. Twitchy, his eyes keep darting back and forth, and he keeps grabbing his head as if he's having the world's worst migraine.

"A voice told me to do it. I-I dunno how or when it happened but it keeps talking to me, it says things that I don't even understand..."

"Did it tell you to kill that woman?"

"Y-yes! I didn't want to do it, but it said it would kill me instead if I don't..."

"Ok-"

"It said the woman must die or else my family would die as well..."

"Now wait-"

"It says you know how it feels as well." The detective near froze when he heard that. "Your wife and son, they... died in a car crash by a mad driver- no! A drunk driver, who's never been caught and that you've been working yourself to near death, to forget. It says that you're a... fu-fucking coward-"

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I swear I'm gonna put a bullet in your skull!" The detective slammed his hand on the desk. Jack laid his head on the table, crying and apologizing. 'Kept saying the voice is making him do it, but that just makes the detective more bloodthirsty. Yet even the detective is confused as to why he feels ready to wring the poor bastard.

"The voice is now saying, oh, oh GOD!" Jack is a damn mess by this point, keeps sniffling and wiping his tears. "It's saying, oh please..."

"What!? WHAT!? Tell me goddammit!" He grabs his gun and points it at Jack. The cops outside don't even bat an eye.

"It-it's saying that... you're gonna die if you kill me. You're gonna join your family soon, detective. What's more to say?" Jack's behavior changes in a split second. He ain't blubbering or begging for god no more, he's practically taunting the detective to kill him. With a smug smile and a cocky laugh, Jack's face now has a more... menacing look to it.

"The hell is going on? Jack, stop fucking around, I'm not gonna hold back if you-"

"Don't hold back, come on detective Wallis, I know you want to."

"Wait, how do you know my name? Hell, why do you so much about me?"

"Ain't it obvious? You're the detective here." Wallis snapped, his urge to kill was near uncontrollable at this point. "Think about it, you let me go, who else will be next? If anything, your family was just the starting point, the thrill is to much for me to stop." A loud bang and a flash of light followed, along with Jack's brains all over the stained wall behind him. Wallis just stood there, with a blank expression on his face.

"W-what..." The door swings open before he can even comprehend what just happened. Armed officers barge into the room ordering him to lower his weapon.

"Wallis, what the hell!? That boy kept begging you to put your gun down and you just splatter his brains all over the wall! Cuff him, he's got a major screw loose."

"W-wait!" The officers don't hesitate to arrest him while he tried to struggle and reason with them. "I don't know what happened, I don't know why I did it! Please, let me go!" 