Post by Oni Kymiku on Feb 16, 2015 7:21:40 GMT -5
As I sat in the back seat of the police car, my mind kept replaying the previous night when SoLo kicked away the blocks on the dumpster and sent Kreese hurdling down the inclined alley and into a horrific crash at the bottom of the hill…
…you should have gave her a pat on the back, that was beautiful…
The old me would have enjoyed that…hell, I might have been angry that I had not done it myself, however, those days were done and I was trying to be a better person. I had gone to The Pit looking for Kreese…looking to make him pay for laying his hands on Pia…but it was not my intention to kill him. I tried to stop SoLo…I tried to catch the dumpster, but I was a hair too slow…
…that is something that you have never been, you didn’t want to catch that dumpster…you wanted him to get hurt…maybe worse…we are okay with that…
I…I can’t say that with any certainly…
…I can say it; you wanted to see him hurt…and you enjoyed it…
“Maybe…”
One of the officers turned and looked at me, but I looked away quickly, turning my thoughts back to the only thing that mattered, I needed to decide how much I would tell the police…if I told them anything at all…
…of course you are going to tell the police what that skinny little nutcase did, remember…if you don’t, you can’t compete against Roberts and if you don’t win that title, VanReardon is going to publicly crucify Nyako…
This revelation hit me like a bullet to the head, even if they let me out on bail…it was a high probability that I was not going to be allowed to go to Rising Stars to fight for the title. I wouldn’t be able to leave the state and LAW wasn’t going to allow a woman who was going to be doing jail time compete for a belt. Mackenzie Roberts would have what would amount to a bye and LAW would have a repeat of The Queen of the Ring. As much as it pained me to think in these terms…I would have to choose between my sisters in this…it would be my sister in blood or my sister in spirit…
…this isn’t even a contest…SoLo has to pay for her crime; besides, maybe now she’ll get some real street credibility…maybe some cool tattoos and a big, burly lesbian girlfriend…
I bit back a response, for fear that I would speak out loud again and the officers would hear me. Instead, I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes. I was going to have to choose between a young girl that I had only just met, but loved like a sister and an actual sister that I was getting to know again after many years. Either way, the answer would be wrong…either way both of my sisters would be hurt…and I would be to blame…
The officers shoved me back into the cell and slammed the door shut behind me. “If you act out again, we’ll be forced to hog tie you! So, calm yourself down!”
I nodded to the officers as I rubbed the bandage that the medic had put on my wrist, following the visit by Mackenzie Roberts that nearly ended in me ripping my own hand off...
(Joint with Mackenzie Roberts; In case you missed it...)
“I’m sorry…it won’t happen again.” The trio watched me for another moment or two, then turned and left me in the holding cell. I leaned against the bars and closed my eyes, content to be alone with my thoughts.
“Hey, Charlie Chan! Why you dressed like that? Are you in the chink circus or something?!” I turned and stared at the asshole who had the audacity to speak to me that way. Of course, it was a large woman with an even bigger mullet, sporting more tattoos than I had…though none of them were likely earned as mine were. I wanted to put my hands on her, but I was already in enough trouble. The woman stared at me, shrugging her shoulders, “Well?!”
I shouldn’t have been so astounded by the fact that she actually wanted an answer. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my own situation. Mackenzie Roberts could concern herself with winning the LAW Title…my concern was much more immediate. My freedom was gone and even though I could regain it by pointing the finger at my sister, I had no intention of doing that. I could rot away in jail well enough…there was no need in exposing her to this.
“Hey! I was talking to you…BITCH!”
I felt a rough hand on my shoulder, but just as quickly it was jerked away. I turned to see another woman pulling mullet-head’s hand. This woman was younger, thin, and bore a mop of purple hair on top of her head and a face filled with piercings. “I don’t think you want to be doing that…you don’t recognize her?” The girl smiled, displaying twin rows of yellowed teeth, “Don’t you watch LAW? That’s Oni Kymiku!”
Mullet Gal stared at me and after a moment, there was a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. Despite my dislike of the woman, I felt embarrassed by the fact that anyone would consider me to be famous…
…try infamous sweetheart…
The big woman smiled and pointed at me. “Wait…yeah, I know you…GODDAMN!” She smacked her friend hard across her back, “That’s the chink that tried to kill them two Mexican chicks in 3WL! She stabbed the black one and broke the fat one’s neck!”
I folded my arms, glaring at the woman, “Is it even possible that you could be more racist?”
The woman stared at me for a moment, then nodded, “FUCK YEAH I COULD!”
“Look…I really want to be alone right now” I answered.
The skinny one ran over and grabbed my arm. “You getting ready to fight for that belt next week? Taking on Mackenzie Roberts!”
“ROBERTS?!” Her fat friend chimed in. “You gonna fight that stuck up yuppy bitch?!” She laughed out loud, “I hope you cripple her ass too!”
Admittedly I found this surprising, since she seemed the type that would side with a woman of Roberts’ winning personality…they shared so much in common. While I appreciated the sentiment, Roberts wasn’t a priority for me…I was locked away in jail to protect my new sister, and I planning in being here for the foreseeable future. “Look…thank you for the vote of confidence…except for the whole wishing of the bodily harm thing, but if you guys haven’t noticed…I’m kinda locked up in here with the two of you.”
“Whatcha do anyway?” the purple-headed girl asked.
I didn’t answer at first…unsure of what I’d say for a moment. “Something…something that is going to keep me locked up in here for a very long time…”
“Shinsuzuki, step out.” I turned as the door to the cell opened and a pair of officers escorted me out.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You have another visitor…hopefully not a second attorney” one of the officers answered. “But, because of your last outburst…no physical contact.”
Who was it this time? I started to tell them that I didn’t have anyone representing me, but to tell the truth, I appreciated the distraction. To my surprise, the visitor was none other than Alex Yin…and admittedly, that visit went far better than the first one…more or less…
(Joint with Alex Yin; I am the most popular girl in jail...in case you missed it...)
Following Yin’s visit, I was taken to an interrogation room and handcuffed to yet another table, likely a consequence of my earlier outburst with Roberts. I wasn’t going to lose my cool again, but that really depended on who was coming to see me this time. The only way it could have been worst is if it were the likes of Sidney Grey, Kate Steele, or Violet. Fortunately for me, it was neither of them.
A square jawed detective walked in, loosening his tie as he sat down across from me. “Kymiku Shinsuzuki…my name is Detective Shawn Dillon. I believe the officers that picked you up already advised you of your rights.” He paused, thumbing through some papers, “I see that you have already talked with your attorney…”
“That woman wasn’t my attorney…” I answered.
He looked at me, perplexed, gesturing to my bandaged wrist, “Is that why you tried to chew your own arm off? Who was she?”
“She’s no one…no one at all.” I answered. I could have thrown Roberts under the bus for jiving her way into the station, but the truth was…if I had been the same woman I was six years ago, I would have done it. She was looking for an edge…looking for a way inside my head for our match. It was a good gambit, and it might have worked if there was still going to be a match. “Let’s move on Detective Dillon, I believe you are here to record my confession.”
He raised his eyebrows, he was surprised. “Sorry…I didn’t think it would be this easy. I would have let the uniforms take this one.”
I sighed, “Kreese…is he going to be okay?”
He looked at me, then shrugged, “Can’t say…he’s been in a coma since last week.”
This shocked me for more than one reason. Kreese was an asshole and he deserved to have his ass kicked, but this was too much. Secondly, if Kreese was in a coma, who had fingered me for the deed?
“Here…” he slid a form in front of me with a pen. “…start writing.”
I picked up the pen, then stopped. Curiosity was killing me. “If Kreese has been in a coma this entire time…who identified me?”
The Detective leaned forward, pushing the form towards me. “I hardly think that matters. We have witnesses that place you there and we know about your relationship to the victim. Trust me, a confession will go better for you.”
The pen seemed to grow heavier and heavier in my hand as I sat there. I had been arrested many times in Japan for many crimes…all of them I had absolutely committed…most far more heinous than this one. I had walked, each and every time because there was never a witness…at least, one that was willing to talk. I put the pen down, “If you had something on me…you would have let the uniformed officers take my statement.”
“Done this a time or two, have we?” he said in an exasperated tone as he stood up. “Look sister, I am going to give it to you straight, this case is a wrap…with or without a statement from you. I’d rather do this quickly and neatly…avoid a long and drawn out investigation.” He walked around behind me, then sat on the corner of the table. “Tell me what you know so we can wrap this thing up. I can go home…and you can get back to your little oil wrestling gig or whatever.”
I narrowed my eyes, this time it was my turn to be confused. “You guys are going to let me go?”
“Look Kym…I hope you don’t mind if I call you Kym. We know what happened at The Pit. I mean…at first, we were sure that you had tried to do your cheating ex-boyfriend in… after the statement that his girlfriend gave us and all…”
PIA! I nearly screamed her name out loud. Things were becoming clearer, Pia had set this all up from the beginning. She set me on him after I spoke to her…she might not have planned on him getting hurt…but she absolutely planned on something happening. That being said, the police had moved on from me being responsible…but that only meant that they had nothing solid.
He tapped the paper on table in front of me. “If you write down what you saw…we can move on and you can get out of here.”
I tapped the pen on the table, weighing my options. They had nothing on me…aside from what Pia had told them and maybe what people inside The Pit saw. If they had anything concrete they wouldn’t need me. Maybe there was a way for me to have my cake and eat it too. Suddenly it was looking like a real possibility that I would get out of jail…and what was more, I would get my hands on Mackenzie Roberts.
That smug bean-pole was going to get what was going to her…I was going to beat her to within an inch of her life. I had seen her little interview with VanReardon and I had also seen Roberts telling the world how hardcore rules were fine by her. If I had things my way…I would absolutely put that to the test at Rising Stars. Tables…ladders…chairs…and my old favorite, a few strands of barbwire. Would Lucas go for it? Probably not, blood wasn’t part of the equation for LAW…but if Roberts just happened to get her pug-like face driven into the exposed floor during the match…so fucking be it! I wasn’t going to jail after all…and neither was my sister, but Roberts was going to the hospital, and that would do just fine!
This put a smile on my face…if not outwardly. I put the pen down and pushed the paper away. “Detective Dillon, I’m not making a statement…because I didn’t do anything…and I didn’t see anyone do anything.” The look of disappointment on his face was satisfying and it told me all I needed to know. “Now…if you don’t mind…I’ll be leaving.”
The Detective stood up and looked at me, shaking his head. “I know what you’re doing…you think you are protecting yourself or maybe a friend, but trust me…you are only making things worse for yourself and everyone involved. Last chance…”
Instead of picking up the pen, I lifted the arm that was handcuffed to the table. “I’d like to leave now.”
The Detective reluctantly reached into his pocket and pulled out his key and released me from the handcuff. “I want you to know…that I gave you a chance today to make this right. When things come to light…and they eventually will…at the very least, you’ll be charged with obstruction.”
I stood up, facing the Detective. “I appreciate the warning…now…could use the phone? I’d like to call for a ride.”
He shook his head, “No need, three of your…accomplices…have been waiting in the lobby for you. I’ll walk you down and get you out-processed.” He nodded for me to follow him, as he opened the door and walked me down the hall. “Ms. Kymiku, I know that you have first hand knowledge of what happened to that man…and I want you to know that every day that passes is one more year of jail time that I am going to see that the D.A. seeks against you…or whomever you are protecting.”
I started to respond, but I closed my mouth. If I had learned anything, I had learned that little or no good could ever come of speaking with the police…even when what you had to say was true. After a few minutes of signing additional paperwork, Detective Dillon took me to the lobby and as soon as I saw Nyako, SoLo, and Uzai there I almost burst into tears. They all ran over to me, just as happy to see me as I was to see them. There were hugs and kisses and pats on the back all around, and I was just happy that this ordeal was finally over.
“Ahem!” We all turned as the Detective cleared his throat to get our attention. “I just wanted to say…one more time…that this investigation is going to remain open and sooner or later, there is going to be a break…and when it comes, whomever is responsible is going to go away for a long time, along with whomever was there as a witness and didn’t come forward.”
From the corner of my eye, I could see the nervous look on SoLo’s face. I could see that she was terrified and was on the verge of cracking, but Nyako reached over and held her hand, calming her. I breathed a sigh of relief for my sister’s intervention.
Detective Dillon looked at all of us, “So…? I suppose that is it…no one here has anything to say?”
“Goodbye Detective.” I said, turning as I prepared to walk out of the station a free woman…my mind ready to turn to Rising Stars and how I would pay Mackenzie Roberts back for her wagging tongue. Belt or no belt, I was going to destroy her for everything she had said and done over the last week…she was going to regret every single word that had passed between her lips, and I…
“Detective…I am the one who called the station about what happened at The Pit.” We all stopped and turned, to see Uzai still standing with Dillon. He looked back at me and I could see on his face that he was preparing to make a sacrifice for me…just as he had always been willing to do when I was his Mistress.
I moved to stop him…without an eyewitness, there was no need for him to do this. “Uzai, come with…”
“She intentionally released the wheel lock on the dumpster…I watched her do it.” My heart sank as he pointed to…SoLo.
Detective Dillon smiled, as he motioned for the uniformed officers to detain SoLo. “Finally…someone around here with a sense of fucking responsibility!”
SoLo burst into tears and Detective Dillon had to call help to stop me and Nyako from getting our hands on Uzai. The lobby was thrown into utter chaos and confusion. All I could hear was the sound of the handcuffs that were being slapped on SoLo’s wrists…and her screaming as she was dragged away…