Okay chapter 2 of From Eden. I don’t remember if I posted Ch1 buttttt here anyways :)
“You’re doing well, Jon. I only hope you can continue your growth without my guidance.”
Martin took a breath and knocked on the door. He heard Elias sigh and tell them to come in.
He didn’t even look worried. The inspector stood steady at Martin’s side, an anchor to hold on to amidst all the panic flooding him.
“Hello, Inspector. Martin. I’m, uh, sorry to hear about Tim-“
Martin interrupted him. “Don’t.” The bastard carried on.
“And Daisy, I suppose-“
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
“I suppose it’s some consolation Basira made it out. And Jon. More or less.” His voice became smug.
Martin inhaled angrily, panic momentarily forgotten as retorts of “Better than you’d do”spun through his mind, but the inspector cut him off.
“Is this him?” He sounded bored. Martin’s rage lowered from a boil to a simmer.
“Uh,” He took a moment to connect his mouth to his brain. “Yes.”
“Right. Elias Bouchard, you’re under arrest.”
Elias, to his credit, sounded properly grumpy.
“On what crime?”
“Take your pick. Never had a tape recording of a murder before; something of a novelty.
And that’s not the half of it – plenty of stuff in those files could easily get you a nasty end, if you weren’t careful.”
Elias huffed. “No Melanie?”
The inspector sighs, visibly tired of his bullshit. Valid. Martin felt as if he was going to burst if he looked at Elias longer than necessary “I would have thought she would have wanted to gloat.”
Martin tried to stutter out a response.
“You didn’t tell her.” Elias hummed. “Worried she might create too much of a scene? I understand. I just hope she… doesn’t hold it against you.”
“That’s – that’s not –“ Martin’s hands curled into fists at his sides.
The inspector interrupted him with a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mr. Blackwood. We will take it from here.”
“I’m sure you will. However, before we proceed, I have a flash drive in my shirt pocket. Please ensure it gets the Chief Inspector Henderson. It contains various information I think she– and the Metropolitan Police– would be keen not to have released to the public.” One final trick. One last way to have what he wants. The inspector, to Martin’s delight, did not give it to him.
“Yes, I was briefed that would probably be the case. Can’t let you go, though – not with all the evidence kindly provided by your colleagues.”
“I quite understand. I would just hate for my case to be too… truncated-”
“Not my place to say, Mr. Bouchard. I’m just here to get you behind bars. You and the chief can discuss the rest.”
“It’s better than you deserve.” Martin felt the words push out of his throat, mouth, but his mind was fogging over, relief of his former boss getting mostly what he should shooting through him.
“Perhaps so, but I’m glad you were sensible about it. I was concerned you might have bought into Melanie’s… fixation.” His eyes twinkled, hinting at a secret.
“Gave you to us all but wrapped up in a bow.”
Elias faced him directly.
“I must admit I’m impressed, Martin.” Martin sputtered. “I knew you were all planning something, of course, but I didn’t believe you specifically would have the, uh – capacity for boldness that you displayed.” Elias hummed. “It took me quite by surprise.”
“You didn’t just see it in me?” He wasn’t sure which seeing he meant. Surface level or prying, invasive eyes he felt every minute of every single goddamn day.
Elias shrugged. “Honestly, I didn’t look. For all my power, I will admit I am not immune to making the occasional lazy assumption. I presumed that I knew you thoroughly, but by the time you demonstrated otherwise – well. There was simply too much to keep watching over. I only have two eyes, after all.” He winked. Martin’s stomach turned.
“Right, are you all done now?” The inspector cut in.
“I believe so. I think we should be fine– provided you make sure the data reaches the Chief Inspector.” Elias replied.
“I’m sure she’ll be happy to pick you out a cell personally.”
“So long as it isn’t the morgue, I’m sure I’ll be perfectly comfortable.”
“Just be, be careful with him, all right?” Martin hurried to warn the inspector. “He can see things- put thoughts and– stuff into your head–“
“Like I said: I’ve been briefed. And the situation is being monitored-“
“Quite unnecessary, I assure you.” Elias commented. Both men scowled at him.
“Just – please be careful, he’s really dangerous.”
“By all means, Mr. Bouchard, why don’t you have a look in my head, and see exactly what will happen to you when you mess with me?” He turned to Elias.
“There will be no need for that, Inspector.” He forced a laugh. “I’m sure we’ll get along famously.” He nodded and turned once again to Martin.
“Best of luck, Martin. Let the others know I shall be thinking of them
“Come on, now.” The officer cuffed him.
Elias made a pained noise. “Are those really necessary?”
Enough was enough, apparently. The inspector punch him in the gut. Elias gagged and wheezed. Sick delight filled Martin watching the helplessness in Elias’s stature.
“Not really, no.” The inspector mused.
The officer tugged on him. “Let’s go.”
Elias wheezed. “Goodbye, Martin.” Wheeze. “Be seeing you.” They walked away and the door clicked shut. Martin sighed. It was quiet in Jon’s hospital room for a moment. He didn’t look peaceful, exactly, but he didn’t look as stressed and ruined as he did in the weeks leading up to the Unknowing. The months. The years.
Martin reached out to tuck a strand away from his face. He murmured some words on comfort, meaningless, insubstantial, stupid words. Whispering them to him, unheard by anyone else.
“He’s gone now. Well, not gone-gone, but he’s… where he should be.” He took a breath. “When you wake up, he won’t be able to bother you anymore. He’ll leave you alone and-”
“Must be a relief.” A voice behind him. He spun around.
“Honestly, I thought there’d be more of a scene, but he always surprises me.”
To put it simply, Martin freaked out. “What – what are you doing here, Mr. Lukas!?”
He sighed. “Please – call me Peter.”