Hazard - Chapter 3

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Thought I may as well post this before I toddle off to bed!  Enjoy!! Comments very much welcomed!

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Title: Hazard
Chapter(s): 3 of ?
Rating:  PG
Characters: Greg and Ryan
Notes: Based on the song "Hazard" by Richard Marx
 

“Very well. Mr Stiles, Mr Proops, you’re both under arrest on the suspicion of the murder of Colin Mochrie. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do.” Roughly the police officer shook out two pairs of handcuffs.

“No!” wailed Greg and he struggled, tugging at his wrists. “I didn’t kill Colin, please let me go! I…” He broke off, quelled by the look Ryan was giving him. It made his stomach burn with sadness. There was pure hatred in the green.

Ryan stood silently, allowed himself to be handcuffed. Nothing mattered any longer. Colin was dead. All the animosity between them before he had died spread like a poison from his mind to his heart, scalding it. The dull ache of regret. He should have apologised, explained.

He glared towards Greg. It was his fault, all of it. In that instance he despised everything about him from his fluffy hair, his large thick glasses, his smart suit and shiny shoes.  He detested him, longed to pummel his scared face. 

Colin had been brutally murdered and dumped in a lake. He felt sick, he should have made amends with his best friend. He had owed him that much, but his stupid pride wouldn’t allow it. Now Colin’s life was at an end there was no chance to say those unsaid things.

Hickson tugged roughly on the cuffs binding him to Greg and Ryan. The rain spattered down onto Ryan’s bare arms like bitter needles, their attempts to wound futile as he no longer felt pain. Only numb anger towards Greg.

The rain seemed to have the opposite effect on Greg who winced as the shower stung him, like a swarm of angry bees, hurled at him. The darkness closed in once more surrounding the two men, a claustrophobic cage, constricting them, crushing them. It was a cruel torture.

Cold, dark, damp replaced with the warmth of the police car. It felt like stepping into a hearse, neither existed. They were empty shells, mere prints on the page of life. Colin existed no more, and at the instance a part of Ryan and Greg died too.