Everything happens for a reason

Masquerade Party

Chap. 3

5 Years Later

I was running, running from that dark and cold place. People were crying in pain and begging for my help, I just couldn't help them, my hands and legs were tied. Their shrieks terrified me. Everything went black, pitch black until I opened my eyes.

Another nightmare, I lost the count of them, the more I attempted to forget them the more they uncover ways to approach me. 5 years, it had been 5 years since I came to France to avoid that night of 19th October or shall I say, I ran away because I felt blameworthy for my parent's death. For 5 years I had trained hard just to find the Massacres and the reason for the killing of 200 people.

I collected sufficient evidence about them but unfortunately, none of them directly lead to them, we needed one crucial and strong evidence otherwise the chess game that we started would turn against us and if it happened then the Massacres would be saying "checkmate" to us. Days and nights, I worked hard until my body was tired and didn't cooperate with me.

Running away from the country where I was born was remarkably challenging for me and it seemed like my foes were trailing me down. It would be an entire lie if I tell I was secured in France, there were eyes always watching me, my every move, my every choice, and my every "breathe". I was paranoid, I was going crazy yet I managed to keep my shits together because if I cant I will never be able to find my shits once they locate me.

I, Denver Dorian just turned 21 and I am one of the youngest detectives alive. my main goal was to reveal the Massacres and what they did on 19th October, and the last but not the least I am going back!

***

I was standing in front of a mirror, wearing a black shirt and grey ripped jeans, my hair was neatly groomed backward and to put the look together I wore a black sunglass that would match with my clothes and even with my dusky black hair.

I am Ryan Bennet, I became a police officer just like my father. I was well acknowledged in my department, there were rarely any cases that I couldn't solve. But one did question my ability about which everyone knew but didn't dare to speak about. We have tried for 5 years, 5 damn years, we worked like dogs but the Massacres knew with whom they were dealing with. Not a single trace of evidence they spared.

***

It was afternoon, exactly five o'clock. I pinched my nose bridge in annoyance, another thievery by them. After the mass murder of 200 people, they turned towards small crimes. I was checking some documents when my father Mr. Bennet called me, I was not in the mood to pick up the call but then I remembered the last time I ignored one of his calls was horrible, he threw a tantrum about how ungrateful I was as a son.

"Yes, dad?".

"Where are you?"

"I am working at the office dad where else could I be."

"Have you checked the time son?"

"No Dad."

"Then you better check it Denver would be arriving soon."

"Oh! Thanks, Dad I didn't realize the time."

"It's okay but you better leave now."

With that, we ended the call. How could I neglect that my best friend was coming back, it had been so many years? I tried to keep in contact with him but Dad said that being in touch with Denver would be unsafe for us both. Sometimes it was difficult without him, we were childhood friends and if we weren't together it appeared one of our parts was missing.

I grabbed my jacket that was placed on the armchair in my office, I was excited as well as nervous but I cant wait to meet him. while I was making my way towards the exit one of my colleagues made me pause on my tracks. It was Watson, his full name was Watson Smith. he worked in the same department as me but unluckily for the last 3 years, we did not get the opportunity to work together and this time I am glad to say that operating with Watson was a great delight.

Watson was a very tall man as well as extremely muscular, he had black hair and green eyes. His perfectly brown skin made him even more handsome. Well, I might admit that I do have a thing for Watson. Even though I never got the chance to say it to him directly, deep inside me I knew that he was well conscious of my affections towards him.

"Hey! Ryan, where are you going?".

"To pick a friend", I smiled.

"Um, just a friend?", he asked scratching the back of his neck.

I was sort of startled, usually, he would talk about crimes and pending cases but it was the first time maybe I am exaggerating but it was the first time he asked me a natural question.

"Yes", I stated, "And is there anything else?", I asked tilting my head a bit.

"No, just wanted to check on you, carry on then".

With that, we said our goodbyes. It kind of felt great when there was someone for caring about me, even though it seemed temporary but the happiness was permanent.

And with that, I went to meet my long lost friend Denver Dorian.