Oasis: Zarah and Royalty

3: Then came death

I do not know how many hours passes by as I sit in the interrogation room with my head down on the desk in front of me and my hands in cuffs, awaiting whoever is coming to ask questions. The last time anyone spoke to me was when I was arrested and brought from my house over to police station. I was roughly dragged into the interrogation room by the police that brought me and he just pointed to the chair at the centre of the room and told me to go take a seat before closing the door. My head has been filled with different thoughts and questions and none of them having a sensible answer.

This morning I had a great life, well at least a somewhat good life, but now my life is literally in hell. this morning I saw my family before leaving the house, we were happy and even had plans for the day, but now I don't even know if they are alive or dead and the voice deep down tells me they are dead.

I'm tired of my tears running free on their own, I'm also very certain that my eyes are now very redn and they are weak and worn and with the number of tears they've shed, I don't think they will be able to shed anymore tears today.

I still wonder who could have done this, who could want to harm my parents and why? It still doesn't make any sense. Sure my parents didn't live perfect lives, but they were one of the nicest people. I know this because I've been with them almost all my life and they raised me up to know what is right and what is wrong and only a monster will want to harm them.

And why am I here? I didn't do anything. The police aren't helping me solve or pursue justice like I'm supposed to, instead I'm here locked away from the world and unable to find my parents, which is wrong.

I hear the door finally open and a man in a navy coloured suit walks into the room and this is the first time someone is entering this room in the past few hours I've been cuffed and locked in here and I get up still frustrated, but having more of anger than pain now.

"Why am I here and in these cuffs?" I demand, shaking my cuffed hands for effect.

"Quiet!" The man in navy blue suit snaps as he steps further into the room and locks the door. On his suit is a badge with the name Iyan Adah, and I deduce that that is his name.

"I will not keep quiet, I have been treated wrongly by the police, I know my rights and they have been so violated this night and I deserve some goddamn answers! I need my lawyer!"

My outrage doesn't faze the man as he steps further into the room and takes his seat, "I am detective Iyan Adah, I will be asking you some questions regarding the disappearance of your parents. My team ransacked the place and didn't find any trace of them in the house."

Oh well it's nice to see the police catching up to where I am after hours of search which just pisses me off even more

"I have questions of my own that needs answer!" I snap, ignoring everything he has said because I've been over that for a while now.

He nods understandably, "Like what questions?"

Still standing I begin to speak, "Like why I'm here? It is clear that someone broke into my house and probably took my parents and you arrested me. I am sad and in much pain, confusion and frustration. I should be out looking for my parents and you are supposed to be helping me, so together we can bring the perpetrators to justice, but instead I'm here locked up and chained up," I raise my hands in cuff up backing my words up, "like some animal or criminal. Why is that?!"

"Because you're a suspect in this case and there are strong evidence against you."

"What evidence? How can I even be a suspect when I wasn't even home? We had plans to go on a family fun outing today and I couldn't make it home on time because of the traffic on the road and when I got home they were gone, both of them and while I was trying to figure out exactly what happened and get help, the police came and arrested me and I've been locked in here for hours with nothing but my thoughts and misery. They are my parents now they were gone, do you know what that's doing to me right now?"

"We got a distress call from Mrs Simi who lived in the house, I believe she's the one you call your mother and she said her daughter which is you was about to kill her."

He places the phone in the desk and plays the recorded call which has mom's voice scared and panicking, "Help me, something is wrong with my daughter, she is trying to kill me, she just killed my husband please help me!"

I feel weakness all over my body and fall back down and for a moment I lose my ability to speak. The shock and vulnerability present in her voice weakens me and I cannot even imagine how helpless she must have felt trying to run away from the person she thought was me and the many thought that went through her head.

"Do you care to explain this?" He asks looking at me closely.

"I do-don't under-stand," I stutter unintelligibly, which adds to my frustrations, "it wasn't me this is all a set up, I don't know who would want to ruin me this way, but I didn't kill my parents, I loved them and this is insane!"

He pulls out a pocket knife out from inside his pocket and places it on the table in front of him, but not taking his hand off the weapon. "Yeah, what I think exactly. So explain what's happening."

"I don't know, why are you in the interrogation room with a knife?!" I asks suspiciously, my voice rising with every word.

"I think you're smart and you know the answer to that." His brown eyes turns before my eyes and become a dark red.

I gasps out in fear and my eyes widens in terror and I run up from the chair, but not as fast as I want to because my hands are in cuffs and it's harder to move, but I struggle to make it to the corner of the room, pushing my chair out of the way and unto the floor in the process.

"You can't escape this!" he announces with menace in his voice, "Everyone in this station is dead. We are the only ones left and only one of us is leaving this room, the sooner you understand that, the better for you."

"Why are you doing this?" I scream the feeling of helplessness I felt hours ago in the house returning and my heart is beating faster with every passing second.

He follows me into the corner and trapped me there saying, "Because it is necessary."

Necessary for who! What is happening?!

I look at the left and right trying to figure out a way to escape, but deep down knowing there is no way out of this, but not willing to go down that quick, I shake the negatives thoughts out of my head. He raises the knife but as he swings it towards me, I move my hands forward and the knife hits the iron of my handcuff and it falls off his hand and I take the opportunity and I hit him with my handcuff and he falls to the ground and when he looks up again, he is raring a cut on his face. I draw a sharp breath when I notice he was now close to the knife on the floor and I try to kick it away but he grabs hold of my leg and pulls me onto the floor. He picks the knife from the floor beside him and I fight to get away. He catches me by my hair and pushes me down, getting on top of me and pinning my waist down with his weight, but I keep struggling with him. He grips the knife and slide it over and slashing into my arm, a little above my elbow and I cry out in pain and anguish and blood begin to flow out and down my arm towards my face.

My struggle although it doesn't stop, becomes weak and pathetic as my strength fades out of me and my eyes begins to close so that I can no longer see clear, but I see through the blurriness that he changes his hold on the knife so that its sharp tip is now pointing at me.

He pushes my hands down with the handcuff and I hold my breath and prepare for the worse as he lifts the knife up to thrusts it into me, but he is lifted off me and into the air to my surprise and confusion and he stays there.

As though gaining some kind of unexplainable strength, I quickly pull myself off the floor I've been on and wrap my hands around my bleeding arm. Then I watch as the detective body float in the air for a moment before his neck snaps in front of me and his lifeless body falls down to the floor.

I scream out in fear, not knowing if I'm dreaming or hallucinating, but either way scared out of my mind. Yes I wanted Detective Iyan off me but I wouldn't have had the power to do that in a thousand years which only means I'm dreaming. So I unwrap my hand from my bleeding arm and reach out and pinch myself on the shoulder and that feels dumb and hurts because I could have just shed a few years, you can't do that in a dream.

Maybe one of the effect of aggressive loss of blood is hallucination because that's the only logical explanation for me seeing Detective Iyan's body floating in the air without something holding him up there.

I think I'm going crazy, people don't just float in the air and have their neck snapped without someone being there. This is crazy, I'm going crazy! I'm trapped in a room with a man I'm sure is dead and I'm bleeding out.

Oh God, is this really how I end up?

My heart is pounding heavily and I can feel as though my life is going away with every blood that flows out of my body.

At the door I see a pair of white Chelsea boots and I realise we were not the only ones in the station, someone else is here. He's probably the one that knocked the detective out, but why my eyes decided to see Detective Iyan's body floating in the air I'll never know.

I raise my head up look up at him and I see him dressed in a white armor girded with a black belt at the middle and sword at his side in a white sword holder like one of those ancient warriors. I look up and I see his face bare of any facial hair, his skin toned, fair and glowing and his cheekbone high, he's wearing a black hair is straight and long, but parted into two, one side is completely black and the other is completlely white which is completely odd and this is the sort of time I make joke about fashion sense, but the strength is no longer in me.

With the last strength in my body I force myself onto my feet, still gripping hard on my bleeding arm. "You saved me, why?"

With the distance between us, I'm surprise that he heard what I said, but his reply "I didn't save you, the only one that gets to kill you is me," makes my breath cut mid way in my theoat.

I notice that his eyes are colourless, making the man even more scary and strange with every passing seconds or it could be my eyes playing tricks on me with everything I've been seeing in the last two minutes.

"What??" My voice is barely audible as I grow weaker and weaker with every passing seconds. My eyes travel to the floor where the dead detective is before looking "Did you kill him?"

He steps further into the room and I drag a sharp breath. "Yes." Comes his blunt answer. "I am here to kill you on the orders of Lord Lox and only I get to do that."

"What?" I don't know if it has something to do with information overload or tiredness, but I stop hearing anything after he said he was sent to kill me. "You want to kill me? Did Michael put you up to this? Did he do all this just to get back at me?"

"I do not serve this Michael you speak of, my master is Lord of the realm Oasis, he gave me a clear orders and that's why I'm here."

"Oasis?" I repeat, more to myself than to him and my head is filled with thousands of questions in the next couple of minutes.

He storms towards me, his eyes becoming an instant red of colour and my hearts skips in panic and fear because that was not the colour his eyes were a moment ago. I stumble towards the other side of the room as I realise that this was the exact colour of eyes the detective had before trying to kill me.

I'm weak and tired of running and being scared and I do not know if my will to live is stronger and able to pull me through the condition I'm in.

I am however without luck as I trip over the chairs laying on the floor, and I fall to the ground, hitting my head hard on the floor. I roll into my back and the last thing I remember is the strange man standing above me before my eyes close.