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Midnight Rendezvous-Entry 28

Things have gotten a little outta hand today.

Bart lost control, no, lost his mind was the better word.

Harrigon was investigating something about the missing baby's case when it happened. It was one of those night rounds he did when he thinks he's got a lead on something in his case, though I couldn't be bothered since I was busy checking to see if there are any new updates on Marble Hornets and doing more Slendy research from this blogger who thinks she's a Slenderman guru or something.

Anyways, there was this super huge commotion going on, and I, as the manager's Fix-it guy and sorta right-hand man, had to go check it out. That's when I saw Bart being subdued by Harrigon. Bart looked like he was in some kinda Texas Chainsaw Massacre nightmare or something with his hands, face and shirt covered in blood, and beside them was his famous titanium-forged baseball bat he often took pride of during his patrols, looking like it had been used as a meat cleaver.

The victim of his battery, so to speak, was lying by the pool, bloody and whacked beyond recognition. If it weren't for that special band that says he's Type-2 diabetic, I wouldn't have known that the victim was Williams from 8th floor. He's a bit tall for his age (he's roughly in junior high, I think) and from what I heard, he's the school rep for the swim team. From the looks of it, Bart had made an absolute mash potato number outta Williams and the pool is gonna be one helluva cleanup for me.

But that wasn't entirely the disturbing part.

The disturbing part was what Bart said when he was taken away.

Harrigon: You are under arrest, Mr. Slake…

Bart: Don't you see? Don't you see him? He's right there! He's the guy!

Harrigon: You have the right to remain silent…

Bart: I swear to God! That's him! He did it! he did all the killings and kidnappings! He's the guy!

Harrigon: Anything you say will be used against you in the court of law…

Bart: Fuck, would you just shut up and listen to me?! It's him! Can't you see? I'm doing you a goddamn favour…

Harrigon: What you did is bash up a 15-year-old kid who's just out for a swim, you sick fuck! Now shut up and…

Bart: He's right there! HE'S RIGHT THERE!! CAN'T YOU SEE HIS FUCKING LIMBS?! THOSE WEIRD STUFF ON HIS BACK?! ARE YOU FUCKING GODDAMN BLIND?! (he tried struggling towards the body to try and show Harrigon whatever it was that he saw, but Harrigon gave it to him in the nuts)

Harrigon: You know what? You don't deserve the Miranda Rights. You're gonna burn for this, asshole.

Bart: (he was dragged by the feet as soon as backup came) Can't you see…? Can't you see it…? Can't you guys see anything…? Look at his face, man…His FACE…!

All I see was of what was left of Williams' spongy face after Bart done him in. But limbs…? Weird stuff on his back…?

Harrigon: You good there, kid?

Me: Yeah, I'm cool, officer.

Harrigon: Hold off the cleanup until after the geek squad is done, OK? (that's his code name for the crime scene forensic team)

Me: Sure, no prob. Standard procedure, I get it.

He still hadn't decided whether I'm a boy or a girl. I'm just gonna keep him guessing, heh.

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