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A Lesser Instinct
A Lesser Instinct
A Lesser Instinct
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The sirens flashed almost silently in the winter air, only slightly penetrating the stale darkness, but even in this light, you could always feel it, always sense it, in this part of the city you always felt unseen eyes staring at you, just waiting for a moment of weakness. Even the buildings shouted it across the dark skies as they flashed by in the yellowish glow of the streetlights. This was one of the many that had slipped through, but the only not to be caught on camera. They hadn’t even believed the call, but now they knew it was true. It had happened.

As they pulled up next to the dark, long tunnel of an alley, they couldn’t help but feel that something was watching them, that they were simply falling into a trap, a trap that no one could get out of.

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Release dateAug 29, 2015
ISBN9781513071664
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    A Lesser Instinct - Marc Evan Aupiais

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    The sirens flashed almost silently in the winter air, only slightly penetrating the stale darkness, but even in this light, you could always feel it, always sense it, in this part of the city you always felt unseen eyes staring at you, just waiting for a moment of weakness. Even the buildings shouted it across the dark skies as they flashed by in the yellowish glow of the streetlights. This was one of the many that had slipped through, but the only not to be caught on camera. They hadn’t even believed the call, but now they knew it was true. It had happened.

    As they pulled up next to the dark, long tunnel of an alley, they couldn’t help but feel that something was watching them, that they were simply falling into a trap, a trap that no one could get out of.

    Sydney Wolf? The policeman asked, Sydney was suddenly very confused, and extremely scared, even more embarrassed. It was Friday, the one night her parents had given her off and now the shopping centre had been quarantined by police officers, police officers that knew her name, and were humiliating her in front of her friends.

    Yes officer, she was careful to sound polite, she’d heard the stories about the police locking people up in cells with no charges, just because they didn’t like your face.

    "We request you to come to the station with us in relation to a murder!"

    Sydney glanced at the entrance, scanning for an escape.

    No, you aren’t getting away, you either come quietly or kicking and screaming with your hands behind your back, and if you escape, we put you on TV!

    There was only one choice, she went with the policemen and got pushed into the back of one of their cars before she remembered her rights, she was sure this was abduction. The other cars moved off as she felt herself being slowly driven towards some or other police station in the centre of the city.

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    The car finally pulled into the station where she was thoroughly searched before being shoved into some or other old interrogation room. For once there wasn’t a mirror, but she was sure that there was a camera someplace or other.

    An old television set was dragged in, followed by a pair of men wearing brown suits. You could see that they weren’t ordinary police officers, the Scorpions? No, they wouldn’t be interested in a little teenager, maybe the NIA, NIA, what fantasy world did she live in?

    Murder in this country carries a life behind bars in some or other crowded prison, a girl of your age in not likely to last long.

    I don’t know what the ____ you’re talking about, but I have rights, one of them is to know why on earth I’ve been arrested, another is to have a lawyer by my side during any interrogation and I have every right to a phone call!

    Do you know what the NIA is?

    Spies..?

    Yes, Intelligence, intelligence that gets extremely interested when a fourteen year old boy turns up dead with no record of him ever existing, no way to trace him, no way to trace his family, right in front of our CCTV camera and with the cause of death unknown!

    You said murder, why you interrogating me?

    One of the men plugged in the TV and Sydney was absolutely shocked by what she saw.

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    I’d love to help, but I don’t know who that is, officer! Sydney told the agent.

    That’s why you called his cell phone five minutes after he died! the agent was really getting sick of the little girl’s games.

    I don’t remember doing that and there’s always wrong numbers!

    That’s why we found a calling card in your bedroom! the agent smiled, knowing he was getting somewhere, even if he wasn’t, this could always be taken care of by other means.

    "You searched MY bedroom!"

    Perfectly within my rights, nice diary!

    Read my diary? Sydney felt violated.

    The agent smiled and left the room, having the door locked behind him; at least they knew the victim’s name and had a potential witness. He looked down at the piece of paper he’d gotten from her bedroom, it could be useful.

    Hey Sid, call me about the project. My no’s 07765431, be careful out there.

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    As he walked slowly through the long, dark prison, he glanced back at the silent cells. He’d been working with police for most of his adult life, but suddenly the place seemed dark and scary, like something was watching him, like the other night, ridiculous, he was getting paranoid, nothing was watching him. Nothing was sizing him up.  Maybe he should go back to the psychologist that helped him before, when they killed her, when they destroyed his life, but hey, it was all in the job description.

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    Sydney sat looking at

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