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[This was my first actual Fn-Fic that involved chapters and actually making a plot (crazy, right?) Hope you all enjoy it.]
"Cletus, get up." The nun said harshly. A little red haired boy stirred in his cot as the nun pulled the plaid blanket that barely covered him being pulled off by the nun. He opened his blue eyes as he slowly got up from his bed. The nun grabbed him by the arm and hoisted him up on his feet.
"I said get up, now get up Kassidy!" The nun said nastily. Cletus shot her a look that earned him a smack across the head. He straightened the white t-shirt that was larger then him and covered his entire body as the nun crossed her arms and glared down at him. Cletus meekly looked up at her, scratching his head.
"Yes, ma'am?" He said.
"You a mess. A filthy mess, you know that?" The nun said. Cletus hung his head, making it seem like he was hurt. But the nun could have cared less as she pushed him to make him start walking. Cletus begrudgingly obeyed, knowing what awaited him later that morning. The nun followed him intently, mussing over his appearance. As they walked Cletus looked at the empty cots in the room, wondering what time it was already.
The sun peaked through the windows in the room, hitting Cletus when he walked past them and making his fire-red hair look lighter. Reaching the end of the room, nun opened the door that was there. About 10 other children were running around, fully dressed and happy. Cletus slowly walked through them, keeping his head down while the nun followed behind him and tried to make him go faster. She didn't hear what Cletus heard.
"C'mon now, Kassidy, hurry up. First I got to get you cleaned up, then you can play with your friends." She said. A cold shiver went down Cletus's spine after she said that. Suddenly a shadow loomed over him, causing him and the nun to stop.
Cletus looked up form the ground to see a large, bald man with glasses staring down at him. He had on the usual black outfit the pastors and priests wore. His old, wrinkled face smiled at Cletus as he tousled his hair a bit.
"Well good morning Cletus. Hope your days going well." He said. Cletus shook his head. The man looked at the nun.
"Taking him to get cleaned up, Sister Agatha?" He asked her.
"Yes, Father Wilson. He'll look presentable for you later on, won't you Cletus?" Agatha asked. Cletus shook his head again. Father Wilson nodded and continued on walking. Sister Agatha nudged Cletus a little to get him to start walking again.
"Ma'am, what are me and Mr. Wilson doing later?" He asked timidly. Sister Agatha scowled down at him.
"Never you mind. And its Father Wilson, you hear me?" Cletus put his head down again. They finally stopped in front of another door, which Sister Agatha opened. She pushed Cletus in and shut the door.
30 minutes alter Cletus and Sister Agatha walked out. No longer wearing the overly-large t-shirt, Cletus now wore a pair of blue jeans and a regular sized white t-shirt. His red hair has been cut so that it was short, but still very scraggly looking. Sister Agatha pushed him a bit to get him out into the hall with the other children.
"Alright Cletus, you can play with your friends. I'll be back for you later." She said. And just like that she was gone. Cletus was alone. Just how he liked it. Wandering over to the closet window, he looked out to see all the kids playing outside by a large tree. He smiled to himself as he backed away from the window and ran back to the bedroom.
Opening the door and running in, Cletus went straight to his cot which, unlike all the other cots, was unmade. He got on all fours and looked under the cot, his smile getting bigger. He reached out and grabbed something, pulling it out into the light. It was a small brown box, the lid having numerous holes in it.
Cletus threw off the lid and looked at what was inside. A small bird laid inside, its wings twisted about so that it couldn't fly out of the open box. Cletus continued to smile as he picked up the bird and held it up to his face. It was barely breathing, but Cletus didn't seem to care.
"Aw, poor little bird. Here, let me help you get rid of the pain." He said. His eyes were wide and his smile was wider as he placed one hand completely over the birds head. He began putting pressure on it, causing the bird to start tweeting, though it was barely heard. When he thought he had enough pressure one it, Cletus began laughing. As he turned his hand to the right as quick as he could.
Snap. That was all that was heard in the room besides Cletus's laughter at the now dead bird. He placed it back in his box and put the lid back on it. He pushed it back under his bed and got up, getting ready to leave the room. He continued to laugh.
Meanwhile Sister Agatha sat in Father Wilson's office, staring at him. The Father was standing at the window of his office, looking out at the children as they ran around and played. For a moment a smile crept up onto his face, thought it vanished as soon as Sister Agatha spoke.
"Father, what is it you want to see Cletus about?" She asked. Wilson sighed deeply as he continued to look out the window.
"Sister Agatha, how long has Cletus been with us?" He asked.
"Why, a year or more I think. Why do you ask?" the nun asked. Father Wilson turned slowly and made his way to his desk in the center of the room, papers scattered all over the top of it.
"This entire year of Cletus staying here, I've had many meetings with him. And you know about my discipline plan, do you not Sister Agatha?" He asked. The nun shook her head.
"I was raised on the old saying of 'spare the rod, spoil the child', or something like that. I've tried to teach him to be more open with the other children so they don't pick on him so. Why just look out there now, into the yard! He's out there being picked on right now probably." He said, gesturing to the window.
Sister Agatha stood form her seat and walked to the window. Peering out she was stunned at what she was seeing. Cletus was indeed out there, his hands over his head as he laid on the ground. The other children were kicking him. Punching him. Sister Agatha backed away from the window and clamped her hands over her mouth as she gasped.
Father Wilson was now sitting behind his desk, shuffling through his papers. Placing a pair of reading glasses on his face he read through them while Sister Agatha watched the children beat Cletus. She turned to the Father quickly, fury in her eyes.
"How can you just let this go on, Father! He's only a boy, for Heavens sake!" She yelled.
"And as a boy, he should be taught to fend for himself against that kind of treatment!" Father Wilson yelled back. Sister Agatha kept quiet as the Father shuffle through his appears again before finding the right one. He held it in his hand for second before handing it to Sister Agatha. The nun took it and read it before looking at Father Wilson again.
"What does this mean?"
"It means they want to talk to Cletus about his parents murder. There's been some new evidence that suggests he might have been involved, or worse. The NYPD is sending Captain Stacy to interview Cletus about the murder." He explained.
Sister Agatha turned away from Father Wilson and looked out the window again. The children were playing again, leaving poor Cletus alone to lick his wounds. She hung her head and silently sobbed before saying anything more.
"How can they think such a thing? He's a boy, a young boy whose as innocent as any other child." She said in between sobs.
"The boy is far from innocent. I've seen the way he looks at people. At you. At me." Father Wilson said.
"Because of how he's treated. The children beat upon him. And you you beat him too, don't you? You said as much." Sister Agatha said.
Father Wilson sighed as he hung his head.
"I've only tried to teach him discipline."
"By beating him? You're the Dean of Discipline for Heavens' sake!" the nun cried out. Father Wilson stood from his chair and stared at her with fury in his eyes. He pointed at his desk. A folder laid open with reports and a picture of 2 people lying together in a puddle of blood.
"That boy may have just broken one of the Lord's Commandments, you fool!" He yelled at her. By this time Sister Agatha was bawling completely. Neither of them noticed, however, that the door was slightly opened. Peering inside the room was Cletus, who had been listening for the few minutes he had been there. His face was bruised from the children beating him earlier, but he was more concerned about what he was hearing from Father Wilson and Sister Agatha.
Cletus began backing away from the door, wide-eyed and fearful. Suddenly he turned and started running down the hall as fast as he could go. How did they find out? There's no way they could have found out I killed them! he thought as he ran. His mind raced so much he paid almost no attention to what was in front of him.
He was stopped, grabbed, and thrown to the ground. Looking up from the ground, Cletus saw 3 of the boys from earlier. The one in the middle, a stout, brow-haired boy looked down at Cletus while the other 2 kids around him snickered to each other.
"Hey Kassidy, don'tcha know your not supposed to run in the building? You could get hurt." The brown-haired boy mocked, causing his friends to snicker some more. Cletus put one hand in his pocket and started to get up. The boy moved towards Cletus to push him down again when he started screaming. The other 2 kids were terrified to see Cletus had pulled out a small pocket knife and had stabbed the brown-haired boy in the side.
Not about to let them get away, Cletus quickly pulled the knife from the boy's side and went for them. He made swift work of them, blood splattering onto his shirt and his face. But Cletus was to busy smiling and laughing like a little maniac to notice. He started running again, knowing just what he had to do.
Finally making it the bedroom, Cletus went back to his bed and looked under it once more. Beside the box with the dead bird was a bottle of hairspray and a lighter. Grabbing them both, Cletus took the small cap off the hairspray bottle to reveal the top of the spray bottle with his mouth as he flicked the lighter. Once he saw the flame his smile grew bigger as he positions the objects far from his face. He pressed the top of spray bottle into the lighter's flame, laughing as it created a mini- flamethrower.
Aimed at his cot first, Cletus watched as it caught fire in an instant as was blaze the next. He went to the other cots and set the ablaze as well, laughing all the while. Once the cots were burning he headed to the door and walked out while the fire spread to the walls. Once out of the room he began running down the halls again, setting everything on fire. When he saw a door he stopped for a moment to lock it, to make sure that anyone who was in couldn't get out.
Sister Agatha was sitting in the Father's office, still sobbing while Father Wilson paced around the room.
"Now, the officer they're sending should be hear any minute. George Stacy he said his name was. When he comes in, we'll tell him that the boy has a mental illness and shouldn't be interrogated. Yes, that should make do you smell something, Sister?" He stopped to asked, sniffing the air. Sister Agatha sniffed around as well, her face crinkling up.
"Smells like smoke. But how, unless there's a " She stopped suddenly when the smell got worse suddenly. And then she noticed something above their heads. A cloud of gray smoke was filling the room very quickly, coming through the crack in the door.
"Fire! Merciful Heavens, the buildings on fire!" Sister Agatha yelled. Father Wilson reacted first to get to the door, Sister Agatha following his lead. But the minute they did it slammed shut instantly. All they could hear was the sound of crackling fire, the screaming children, and laughter.
"Dear Lord, the children! We must get out and save the children!" Father Wilson shouted. The door wasn't opening however, no matter how many times he wiggled the knob or rammed into the door itself. Sister Agatha was banging on it all the while, screaming for someone to help them.
"Sorry old man, but I can't have you telling the coppers what I did." Cletus said as he chuckled to himself. He was walking away form the door to the Father's office, which had the bodies to the brown-haired boy and his 2 friends in front of it to keep it from opening. The door was quickly set ablaze and the screams of the Father and the nun were like music to Cletus's eyes. He quickly burnt everything that wasn't on fire yet as he left the building.
"Burn, baby, burn!" He yelled out in-between his demented laughter. He was outside now, watching the burning orphanage from afar. Suddenly the sound of crackling flames and screaming people were accompanied by the sound of a sirens. Cletus turned to see a trio of fire trucks and a police car come up to the flaming building. As soon as the trucks stopped the people inside sprung out and began to try and calm the raging inferno.
As Cletus watched he felt dizzy. He fell to his knees suddenly, looking at everything one last time before everything went black. When he opened his eyes he was sitting on the side of one of the fire trucks, a respirator on his face. An old man was in front of him, his gray hair and sideburns clashing with his light blue eyes.
"Oh thank god, you awake." He said with a smile. Cletus looked around once or twice to see what had become of the work. The fire was out now, with fire fighters walking in and out of the burnt orphanage carrying torched furniture or fried bodies.
"Captain Stacy!" a cop yelled out as he ran up to Cletus and the old man. The old man smiled cone more to Cletus before turning to the cop.
"What is it?" He asked.
"We got all the bodies out of the building. Mostly children, sir."
"Oh lord Anyone else make it out?" Stacy asked. The police office shook his head.
"No sir. But he have reason to suspect this may no have been an accident." He said. Captain Stacy's jaw slightly dropped and his eyebrows raised.
"What makes you say that?"
"One of the rooms was blocked off by the bodies of 3 children, all of which were stabbed of slashed to death. They were put in front of the door that the 2 adult bodies were found in, sir." The officer reported.
"Then someone else was here. What kind of monster torches a building filled with children ? I take it the fire was caused by our perp then?" Stacy asked. The officer nodded.
"Sir, if I may ask, whose the kid?"
"He's the only survivor. Found him outside of the building whit blood splattered on him, few bruises and some smoke stains. Our perp must have taken out the 3 children first before beating him. He must have managed to run outside but was knocked out before he could get to any help."
"What's his name, sir?"
"Don't know yet." Stacy said. He turned to Cletus again, smiling. He knelt down so that he was at eye level with Cletus.
"Hey there, son. Mind telling me what your name is?" Stacy asked.
"Cletus Cletus Kassidy." Cletus said in a faint voice. The smoke had gotten to him and was making him groggy. Captain Stacy nodded.
"Ok. Cletus, did you see who did this? Can you remember anything from before you blacked out?" Stacy asked. Cletus lied, shaking his head. Stacy smiled again as he placed a hand on Cletus's shoulder.
"That's ok. Don't worry, we'll catch the man who did this and make him pay. We'll send you to a nice place to stay for awhile, ok son?" Cletus nodded. Standing up, Stacy turned to the police officer again.
"This is the same kid I was coming to see about a murder case from awhile back. Send him to the nearest hospital for a few days and then see if we can't find a nice foster home for him." Stacy ordered. The officer nodded and went to Cletus's side, leaving Captain Stacy to stare at the giant smoking grave for all the children inside it.
"Don't worry, we'll get you all fixed up pal." The officer said, walking away to get a paramedic. But no one saw it. Not Stacy, no the officer, not anyone. Cletus was smiling. The same demented smile he had on when he let felt the greatest high in his life, or in his case, the first great high he'd feel in his life.
"Cletus, get up." The nun said harshly. A little red haired boy stirred in his cot as the nun pulled the plaid blanket that barely covered him being pulled off by the nun. He opened his blue eyes as he slowly got up from his bed. The nun grabbed him by the arm and hoisted him up on his feet.
"I said get up, now get up Kassidy!" The nun said nastily. Cletus shot her a look that earned him a smack across the head. He straightened the white t-shirt that was larger then him and covered his entire body as the nun crossed her arms and glared down at him. Cletus meekly looked up at her, scratching his head.
"Yes, ma'am?" He said.
"You a mess. A filthy mess, you know that?" The nun said. Cletus hung his head, making it seem like he was hurt. But the nun could have cared less as she pushed him to make him start walking. Cletus begrudgingly obeyed, knowing what awaited him later that morning. The nun followed him intently, mussing over his appearance. As they walked Cletus looked at the empty cots in the room, wondering what time it was already.
The sun peaked through the windows in the room, hitting Cletus when he walked past them and making his fire-red hair look lighter. Reaching the end of the room, nun opened the door that was there. About 10 other children were running around, fully dressed and happy. Cletus slowly walked through them, keeping his head down while the nun followed behind him and tried to make him go faster. She didn't hear what Cletus heard.
"C'mon now, Kassidy, hurry up. First I got to get you cleaned up, then you can play with your friends." She said. A cold shiver went down Cletus's spine after she said that. Suddenly a shadow loomed over him, causing him and the nun to stop.
Cletus looked up form the ground to see a large, bald man with glasses staring down at him. He had on the usual black outfit the pastors and priests wore. His old, wrinkled face smiled at Cletus as he tousled his hair a bit.
"Well good morning Cletus. Hope your days going well." He said. Cletus shook his head. The man looked at the nun.
"Taking him to get cleaned up, Sister Agatha?" He asked her.
"Yes, Father Wilson. He'll look presentable for you later on, won't you Cletus?" Agatha asked. Cletus shook his head again. Father Wilson nodded and continued on walking. Sister Agatha nudged Cletus a little to get him to start walking again.
"Ma'am, what are me and Mr. Wilson doing later?" He asked timidly. Sister Agatha scowled down at him.
"Never you mind. And its Father Wilson, you hear me?" Cletus put his head down again. They finally stopped in front of another door, which Sister Agatha opened. She pushed Cletus in and shut the door.
30 minutes alter Cletus and Sister Agatha walked out. No longer wearing the overly-large t-shirt, Cletus now wore a pair of blue jeans and a regular sized white t-shirt. His red hair has been cut so that it was short, but still very scraggly looking. Sister Agatha pushed him a bit to get him out into the hall with the other children.
"Alright Cletus, you can play with your friends. I'll be back for you later." She said. And just like that she was gone. Cletus was alone. Just how he liked it. Wandering over to the closet window, he looked out to see all the kids playing outside by a large tree. He smiled to himself as he backed away from the window and ran back to the bedroom.
Opening the door and running in, Cletus went straight to his cot which, unlike all the other cots, was unmade. He got on all fours and looked under the cot, his smile getting bigger. He reached out and grabbed something, pulling it out into the light. It was a small brown box, the lid having numerous holes in it.
Cletus threw off the lid and looked at what was inside. A small bird laid inside, its wings twisted about so that it couldn't fly out of the open box. Cletus continued to smile as he picked up the bird and held it up to his face. It was barely breathing, but Cletus didn't seem to care.
"Aw, poor little bird. Here, let me help you get rid of the pain." He said. His eyes were wide and his smile was wider as he placed one hand completely over the birds head. He began putting pressure on it, causing the bird to start tweeting, though it was barely heard. When he thought he had enough pressure one it, Cletus began laughing. As he turned his hand to the right as quick as he could.
Snap. That was all that was heard in the room besides Cletus's laughter at the now dead bird. He placed it back in his box and put the lid back on it. He pushed it back under his bed and got up, getting ready to leave the room. He continued to laugh.
Meanwhile Sister Agatha sat in Father Wilson's office, staring at him. The Father was standing at the window of his office, looking out at the children as they ran around and played. For a moment a smile crept up onto his face, thought it vanished as soon as Sister Agatha spoke.
"Father, what is it you want to see Cletus about?" She asked. Wilson sighed deeply as he continued to look out the window.
"Sister Agatha, how long has Cletus been with us?" He asked.
"Why, a year or more I think. Why do you ask?" the nun asked. Father Wilson turned slowly and made his way to his desk in the center of the room, papers scattered all over the top of it.
"This entire year of Cletus staying here, I've had many meetings with him. And you know about my discipline plan, do you not Sister Agatha?" He asked. The nun shook her head.
"I was raised on the old saying of 'spare the rod, spoil the child', or something like that. I've tried to teach him to be more open with the other children so they don't pick on him so. Why just look out there now, into the yard! He's out there being picked on right now probably." He said, gesturing to the window.
Sister Agatha stood form her seat and walked to the window. Peering out she was stunned at what she was seeing. Cletus was indeed out there, his hands over his head as he laid on the ground. The other children were kicking him. Punching him. Sister Agatha backed away from the window and clamped her hands over her mouth as she gasped.
Father Wilson was now sitting behind his desk, shuffling through his papers. Placing a pair of reading glasses on his face he read through them while Sister Agatha watched the children beat Cletus. She turned to the Father quickly, fury in her eyes.
"How can you just let this go on, Father! He's only a boy, for Heavens sake!" She yelled.
"And as a boy, he should be taught to fend for himself against that kind of treatment!" Father Wilson yelled back. Sister Agatha kept quiet as the Father shuffle through his appears again before finding the right one. He held it in his hand for second before handing it to Sister Agatha. The nun took it and read it before looking at Father Wilson again.
"What does this mean?"
"It means they want to talk to Cletus about his parents murder. There's been some new evidence that suggests he might have been involved, or worse. The NYPD is sending Captain Stacy to interview Cletus about the murder." He explained.
Sister Agatha turned away from Father Wilson and looked out the window again. The children were playing again, leaving poor Cletus alone to lick his wounds. She hung her head and silently sobbed before saying anything more.
"How can they think such a thing? He's a boy, a young boy whose as innocent as any other child." She said in between sobs.
"The boy is far from innocent. I've seen the way he looks at people. At you. At me." Father Wilson said.
"Because of how he's treated. The children beat upon him. And you you beat him too, don't you? You said as much." Sister Agatha said.
Father Wilson sighed as he hung his head.
"I've only tried to teach him discipline."
"By beating him? You're the Dean of Discipline for Heavens' sake!" the nun cried out. Father Wilson stood from his chair and stared at her with fury in his eyes. He pointed at his desk. A folder laid open with reports and a picture of 2 people lying together in a puddle of blood.
"That boy may have just broken one of the Lord's Commandments, you fool!" He yelled at her. By this time Sister Agatha was bawling completely. Neither of them noticed, however, that the door was slightly opened. Peering inside the room was Cletus, who had been listening for the few minutes he had been there. His face was bruised from the children beating him earlier, but he was more concerned about what he was hearing from Father Wilson and Sister Agatha.
Cletus began backing away from the door, wide-eyed and fearful. Suddenly he turned and started running down the hall as fast as he could go. How did they find out? There's no way they could have found out I killed them! he thought as he ran. His mind raced so much he paid almost no attention to what was in front of him.
He was stopped, grabbed, and thrown to the ground. Looking up from the ground, Cletus saw 3 of the boys from earlier. The one in the middle, a stout, brow-haired boy looked down at Cletus while the other 2 kids around him snickered to each other.
"Hey Kassidy, don'tcha know your not supposed to run in the building? You could get hurt." The brown-haired boy mocked, causing his friends to snicker some more. Cletus put one hand in his pocket and started to get up. The boy moved towards Cletus to push him down again when he started screaming. The other 2 kids were terrified to see Cletus had pulled out a small pocket knife and had stabbed the brown-haired boy in the side.
Not about to let them get away, Cletus quickly pulled the knife from the boy's side and went for them. He made swift work of them, blood splattering onto his shirt and his face. But Cletus was to busy smiling and laughing like a little maniac to notice. He started running again, knowing just what he had to do.
Finally making it the bedroom, Cletus went back to his bed and looked under it once more. Beside the box with the dead bird was a bottle of hairspray and a lighter. Grabbing them both, Cletus took the small cap off the hairspray bottle to reveal the top of the spray bottle with his mouth as he flicked the lighter. Once he saw the flame his smile grew bigger as he positions the objects far from his face. He pressed the top of spray bottle into the lighter's flame, laughing as it created a mini- flamethrower.
Aimed at his cot first, Cletus watched as it caught fire in an instant as was blaze the next. He went to the other cots and set the ablaze as well, laughing all the while. Once the cots were burning he headed to the door and walked out while the fire spread to the walls. Once out of the room he began running down the halls again, setting everything on fire. When he saw a door he stopped for a moment to lock it, to make sure that anyone who was in couldn't get out.
Sister Agatha was sitting in the Father's office, still sobbing while Father Wilson paced around the room.
"Now, the officer they're sending should be hear any minute. George Stacy he said his name was. When he comes in, we'll tell him that the boy has a mental illness and shouldn't be interrogated. Yes, that should make do you smell something, Sister?" He stopped to asked, sniffing the air. Sister Agatha sniffed around as well, her face crinkling up.
"Smells like smoke. But how, unless there's a " She stopped suddenly when the smell got worse suddenly. And then she noticed something above their heads. A cloud of gray smoke was filling the room very quickly, coming through the crack in the door.
"Fire! Merciful Heavens, the buildings on fire!" Sister Agatha yelled. Father Wilson reacted first to get to the door, Sister Agatha following his lead. But the minute they did it slammed shut instantly. All they could hear was the sound of crackling fire, the screaming children, and laughter.
"Dear Lord, the children! We must get out and save the children!" Father Wilson shouted. The door wasn't opening however, no matter how many times he wiggled the knob or rammed into the door itself. Sister Agatha was banging on it all the while, screaming for someone to help them.
"Sorry old man, but I can't have you telling the coppers what I did." Cletus said as he chuckled to himself. He was walking away form the door to the Father's office, which had the bodies to the brown-haired boy and his 2 friends in front of it to keep it from opening. The door was quickly set ablaze and the screams of the Father and the nun were like music to Cletus's eyes. He quickly burnt everything that wasn't on fire yet as he left the building.
"Burn, baby, burn!" He yelled out in-between his demented laughter. He was outside now, watching the burning orphanage from afar. Suddenly the sound of crackling flames and screaming people were accompanied by the sound of a sirens. Cletus turned to see a trio of fire trucks and a police car come up to the flaming building. As soon as the trucks stopped the people inside sprung out and began to try and calm the raging inferno.
As Cletus watched he felt dizzy. He fell to his knees suddenly, looking at everything one last time before everything went black. When he opened his eyes he was sitting on the side of one of the fire trucks, a respirator on his face. An old man was in front of him, his gray hair and sideburns clashing with his light blue eyes.
"Oh thank god, you awake." He said with a smile. Cletus looked around once or twice to see what had become of the work. The fire was out now, with fire fighters walking in and out of the burnt orphanage carrying torched furniture or fried bodies.
"Captain Stacy!" a cop yelled out as he ran up to Cletus and the old man. The old man smiled cone more to Cletus before turning to the cop.
"What is it?" He asked.
"We got all the bodies out of the building. Mostly children, sir."
"Oh lord Anyone else make it out?" Stacy asked. The police office shook his head.
"No sir. But he have reason to suspect this may no have been an accident." He said. Captain Stacy's jaw slightly dropped and his eyebrows raised.
"What makes you say that?"
"One of the rooms was blocked off by the bodies of 3 children, all of which were stabbed of slashed to death. They were put in front of the door that the 2 adult bodies were found in, sir." The officer reported.
"Then someone else was here. What kind of monster torches a building filled with children ? I take it the fire was caused by our perp then?" Stacy asked. The officer nodded.
"Sir, if I may ask, whose the kid?"
"He's the only survivor. Found him outside of the building whit blood splattered on him, few bruises and some smoke stains. Our perp must have taken out the 3 children first before beating him. He must have managed to run outside but was knocked out before he could get to any help."
"What's his name, sir?"
"Don't know yet." Stacy said. He turned to Cletus again, smiling. He knelt down so that he was at eye level with Cletus.
"Hey there, son. Mind telling me what your name is?" Stacy asked.
"Cletus Cletus Kassidy." Cletus said in a faint voice. The smoke had gotten to him and was making him groggy. Captain Stacy nodded.
"Ok. Cletus, did you see who did this? Can you remember anything from before you blacked out?" Stacy asked. Cletus lied, shaking his head. Stacy smiled again as he placed a hand on Cletus's shoulder.
"That's ok. Don't worry, we'll catch the man who did this and make him pay. We'll send you to a nice place to stay for awhile, ok son?" Cletus nodded. Standing up, Stacy turned to the police officer again.
"This is the same kid I was coming to see about a murder case from awhile back. Send him to the nearest hospital for a few days and then see if we can't find a nice foster home for him." Stacy ordered. The officer nodded and went to Cletus's side, leaving Captain Stacy to stare at the giant smoking grave for all the children inside it.
"Don't worry, we'll get you all fixed up pal." The officer said, walking away to get a paramedic. But no one saw it. Not Stacy, no the officer, not anyone. Cletus was smiling. The same demented smile he had on when he let felt the greatest high in his life, or in his case, the first great high he'd feel in his life.
