'Hah,I still can't believe that I'm doing this.' Connor's hand now raised, ready to knock on the door before he eventually did. The sounds of the soft knock on the wooden door echoing in the Clara residence.
*Knock-Knock-Knock*
Clara answered the door, a small smile on her face that masked the bitterness and emotional turmoil that surged beneath her visage. "Miss Clara, it's nice to see you." Connor mused as Clara ushered her in. "Of course detective Connor, it's always an honor to see you. What exactly brings you here?" Her face etched with uncertainty as Connor now sat on one of the dining chairs.
"I'm here for Andrew, Miss Clara. He's suspected of being involved in an illegal race, the car that he was driving had hard drugs and I'm here to bring him into the precinct for some questions. Is he around?" His words eliciting a sigh from Clara. 'I guess it would happen sooner or later.' She turned to face Andrew's room, her voice cutting through the air.
"Andrew, could you come over? Detective Connor has some questions he would like to ask you about!" Andrew appeared, his gaze meeting with Connor's. "Of course, what questions do you wish to ask detective Connor?" Connor produced a notebook however he already had the questions in his mind. "Were you involved in any illegal racing? A pursuit happened a few months ago and you are suspected of being the driver Andrew."
Andrew showed no fear, still locking his half lid eyes with Connor's hazel nut eyes. "Yes, I was involved in such an act." Connor pressed on, the easiness of how Andrew complied unnerving him inside. "Well are you aware that the car you were driving in had drugs? Hard drugs to be more specific. Heroine and cocaine, not to mention the car that you were driving in already has a past of unlawful felonies."
Clara's heart sunk as she heard it all from Connor's lips. 'Am I going to lose Andrew as well?' She couldn't help but wonder as Andrew talked with Connor. "I had no such information known to me as the car was given to me to race with Adrian. One of his lackeys gave it to me." Connor gave a low grunt, rising to his feet. "Well a shame that you were swept in this syndicate, the races were only one of many vices uncovered from the nest we had found."
His hand gesturing towards the door. "So if you can follow me, I would like o ask you more questions at the precinct." Andrew complied, his wrists cuffed before shoved in Connor's car and drove off. Clara looked at the car drive away, her mind drifting back to her house. 'I can't believe that I'm all alone in this house.' Her hands brushing over the door frame, fond memories surfacing in her mind.
The memories of Lara and Connor bickering echoing back to her, looking at the lawn where she would sit with her husband, watching Kevin try to walk for the first time while Lara squirmed in her hands. "Why did you have to leave me alone?" Her words laced with a deep melancholy as her figure retreated back into the house. She collapsed on the dining chair, her chest heavy as she looked around. The silence was loud, almost mind numbing to her as her fingers dug into her palms.
'I promised that I would be strong dear however I don't know if I can anymore. You're gone, Lara has disappeared, Kevin's dead and the only person who resembled company is now facing arrest.' She cupped her face, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't know if I can get through this…" Her voice getting raspy as her tears flowed more freely, her sniffles filling the sombre air.
. . .
Connor sped back to the precinct, in the back seat was Andrew who looked at nothing in particular, as if the realization of possible jail time meant nothing to him. "Are you so confident that you won't go jail for you to be so calm? Because trust me when I say this, I'll make sure that you face that jail time whether those supporting you intervene or not. I don't care if I have to throw my entire career to see you rot in jail but you better believe that I'll do it!" Connor's words steeled with determination, stealing glances at Andrew who mindlessly looked out the window.
"Your efforts are useless Connor." His tone flat as usual. "Really? Because you seem to forget who is in cuffs and who isn't!" Andrew didn't bother with the conversation anymore, the two arriving at the precinct. Andrew's figure hauled through the precinct before taken to an interrogation room. His cuffs chained to the chair while Connor sat opposite to him.
In his hand his notebook, his face stern as he looked at Andrew. "If you don't talk Andrew then more suggestive means will have to be used to getting you to talk!" Connor's threat reverberating through the room, Andrew only looked back at Connor with the same aloof expression he always had.
"Alright, could you start with how you managed to escape from captivity and find your way back to civilization?" Connor's words meeting silence.
*BAM*
Connor slammed his fist on the table, Andrew remained unfurled with his fingers clasped. "Answer me dammit!" Behind the glass officers Pike and Holt watched the interrogation play out. "Seriously, what is wrong with this kid Does he think that he's untouchable for him to have such a face?" Holt inquired, his face indiscernible with his arms crossed. "He thinks that since he's related to Brittany and the Voss family that he could get to walk out of this one."
Pike added, their eyes landing on Andrew's figure that remained as inert as the chains that held him. Connor had a look of rage on his face, now standing and marching over to Andrew's side. He grabbed Andrew by the hem of his shirt, his enraged face clashing with Andrew's apathetic visage. "If you don't fucking answer me than I don't mind making some marks on your face Andrew." His balled fist in the air, ready to land on Andrew's face.
Andrew didn't bother answering any of Connor's face and as Connor had promised a punch landed squarely on Andrew's face. No form of strain or discomfort could be seen on Andrew's face which disturbed Connor who had his teeth grit. "Looks like this kid is really good at keeping up his act." Pike said, staggered with how Andrew kept a straight face. "Maybe he has a congenital insensitivity to pain for him to be like this." Holt interjected, his face inert. "And his past record don't say of him having any such diseases as well so he's purely acting or…he's been through something to make him like this."
The two unsure of whether to stop Connor who was throwing a flurry of punches at Andrew. "Fucking talk damn it!" Connor shouted, his hand feeling the burn of hitting Andrew. Andrew wasn't looking too good, his face heavily disfigured with blood trailing from the sides of his lips, his hair undone and scars now coating his face.
Such a similar state was when Andrew was ganged up on by the group of students a while back. "I know that you can withstand pain so it looks like this won't get through to you!" Connor spat as he let Andrew drop back into his seat, his bloodied and battered face a stark contrast to his earlier form.
Connor went back to his chair, locking gazes with Andrew who looked back at him with no form of malicious intent, just looked at Connor as if the latter had already lost refused to accept the outcome. Andrew was hauled once more, this time taken to a cell which was full of other suspects. "Don't get too comfortable here, it's only a matter of time before you go to court by Tuesday!" Andrew's figure crashing onto the cold hard floor, his cuffs still on his wrists.
He barely managed to bring himself up before a kick to his rib sent him face planted back onto the floor. "Looks like we got someone wfresh meet!" The man who had kicked Andrew laughed, a disgusting smile forming on his lips. "Well since you still have your cuffs, that means that we as your cell mates have to treat you with the hospitality that you deserve kid."
Brutal kicks and punches were hurled onto Andrew's figure who curled up into a ball. The beating lasting hours before the group targeting Andrew grew tired and went back to idling around. "Crawl over here if you want to get rid of those cuffs." An officer grunted at Andrew, their tone filled with disdain.
It was now that Andrew's face was visible, the scars that he had gotten from Connor nothing to what he had now. A shallow yet long cut stretched from his temple to his cheek, blood staining his temples and hair while his clothes were now reduced to rags. Still he had the expressionless air to him as the cuffs were taken off him. Andrew merely crawled into a corner and waited, his gaze lacking any form of malice to his cell mates as if falling in thought.
"What? Are you counting the years you are going to face?! Well too bad kid because you're now with us here and we're sure to keep you entertained before you leave!" The man who had began the beating from before snarled as he made his way to the bars. The people in the cell got portions to eat and Andrew stayed in place, his food being taken. "I thought that you would complain about us taking your food but not! Looks like you aren't completely stupid!"
His lack of response resulted in another beating, this time with the folds revitalized from the food equally brutal to before if not worse. It was on Friday when Andrew was arrested but his court debut would be on Tuesday, during his time he would face beatings on a regular and endured silently with no reaction to his face. At one point they tried to sexually assault him but failed thanks to the guard on duty.
"If you want your sentences to be infinitely far longer then feel free." A series of groans echoed through the cell before falling silent. On Monday some of the people in the cell were taken away as others were added, those coming in however didn't face what Andrew had faced and the man who faced such brutality didn't ask questions, merely staying in his corner ready for the time to tick by.
. . .
"Okay, Andrew Grayson. Come here, it's time for your case so bring your hands!" The officer on duty urged, his words sharp as Andrew rose to his feet, his battered figure bringing a small smile to Connor. "I hope that your companions weren't too rough. Because if you found them so then trust me when I say that it only gets worse!" Andrew felt the constriction of the cuffs, the keys handed to Connor as he was let out of his cell. "He wasn't that fun to play with. No screams or complaints! Maybe next time try to bring a more interesting prey for us to toy with."
Cackles rippled behind Andrew's back as he was led towards a jailed restroom, roughly handed orange clothes. "You're supposed to wear those when we get there however I wanted to see how good you would look in these." Andrew was let free from his cuffs and given the clothes to change into.
. . .
"What's taking so long?!" Connor urged as he barged down the door open revealing Andrew who had yet to change. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! I told to change into those clothes, didn't I?!" Andrew who had his head low looked up and for the first time Connor felt something from Andrew's gaze, mockery shot at him. "Connor, as much as I've said before about your actions amounting to nothing, you'll finally see what I mean."