Detective Deadlock – Chapter 1: Detected Deadlock
The rain pounded at the window of the police department office building. Such weather was so common in Province 78, it had earned its name as ‘Cohld City’ and kept up the reputation. A reputation of crimes on a scale of dozens a day, even for a sanctuary of the apocalypse. The city was made out of a surrounding circle of towering concrete walls that kept out the even greater horrors of the outside world. The officers of the CCPD did not concern themselves with what happened outside of the walls of the city, some refuse to do so out of principle; some refused out of fear. In the walls were multiple forms of corruption and chaos, but each of them were monitored and controlled by the specialist squad of the CCPD called Deadlock. Named after their lead detective, they strive to keep Cohld City peaceful and without anarchy. Each of them specialized in their own rank.
There came a time when one officer had fallen. To the lead detective, Detective Deadlock, that meant a new rookie was bound to show up. Since it was only a matter of time before they arrived, Deadlock waited in his office patiently, spinning around in a leather swivel chair, phased out and looked toward the ceiling.
The door to his office creaked open. “You know, for a brilliant detective such as yourself, you sure tend to daydream way too much,” Officer Winston commented.
“What do you want now, Tommy?” Detective Deadlock spoke.
“The new rookie. Name’s Officer Charles, Annika Charles. Since you’re our lead detective here, I suggest you train her for field work, got it?”
“Why can’t you train her? I’m busy with other stuff. Having a rookie is like walking a blind dog,” Deadlock remarked.
“Chief specifically picked you out, and come on, show some gratitude or something and stop being such a Smart Alec. I’m going to send her in in a few minutes…” Officer Winston closed the door behind him.
Detective Deadlock let out a long sigh. “Rookies…then again, some people have to start somewhere. I just hope the academy taught her something good. Ugh.”
A slight beeping noise came from his desk. The intercom from the COM-link station.
Deadlock pressed down on the answer key, “What is it now, Krishna?”
“Pursuit at Twelfth Street. Possible gang member,” a man’s voice responded through the intercom.
“I thought that was Yuriko’s department? Why are you calling me?” Deadlock asked.
“Gang member has ‘supernatural’ abilities. Don’t really know. Cut me some slack man and get down there.”
“Tommy just told me there’s a rookie coming in, what do I do about her?”
“I’ll tell her to wait for you, just go. Yuriko’s department is having trouble subduing this guy.”
“Freaking Yuriko…I’m on my way…” he said as he put on a dark brown fedora.
The sound of police sirens echoed off into the distance of the province. The sound of clawing of bricks and windows came closer, bringing in several more police vehicles with their sirens on. Long nails reached through the cracks of the bricks and launched itself forward. A mutated man clawed his way along the walls of the building just barely avoiding the bullets of incoming police officers.
“How fast is this guy?” an officer exclaimed as he tried shooting at a maniacal man climbing along the walls of the block.
Another officer focused on driving and avoided colliding with pedestrians and other vehicles.
“He’s running out of block! He’ll hit the main wall soon!” the driver shouted.
As the driver predicted, the man came to an immediate stop as soon as he saw the towering concrete wall that surrounded Cohld City. He growled at the sight and turned toward the officers that pursued him. Half a dozen CCPD officers had loaded guns aimed directly at the man.
The man was hunched down with his hands nearly touching the floor. His face was mutated, covered in gorges and cuts. His forehead was full of enormous bumps and his back covered in disorderly spiky hair.
“Put your hands in the air!” one of the officers ordered.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” the man’s tongue slivered from his mouth.
“If you do not comply we will shoot!” another officer exclaimed.
Instead, the man ran forward and lunged at two of the officers. He grabbed their dark blue uniforms and pushed them to the floor, snarling and growling at them. The other officers began opening fire. One of the bullets hit some of the oversized acne on his forehead. It exploded into an enormous amount of puss and yellow liquid. The man let out a screech and jumped at the other officers. He grabbed one of their faces and repeatedly bashed it against the police car.
The other three officers kept firing and unloaded several dozen bullets into the mutant. He was unaffected by the weaponry and instead leaped toward the other officers and punched each of their faces. The mutant grabbed one of the officers by his uniform’s collar and snarled at his face.
Suddenly, the mutated hand of the man exploded into bone and flesh. The officer he was holding fell to the floor as the mutant grasped his hand in extreme pain. Another bump on his head exploded, spewing puss all over the officer and police vehicles.
The officer looked around and spotted Detective Deadlock reloading his signature magnum handgun. Deadlock had arrived in his own personal vehicle with a temporary siren on the roof. His car was based on an ancient model from long ago. Its matte black paint job shined in the rain and made it almost invisible at night.
“Detective?” the officer asked quietly.
“Yuriko sent you guys after this thing? Such a waste of officers,” Deadlock said as he holstered his handgun.
“We were suppose to handle it. Who sent you?” the officer inquired.
“Don’t let the suspect die, unless you want the explanation of how the hell he ended up like that to remain a mystery. Cuff him and head back. I’m going back to my office…” Detective Deadlock said as he yawned with a bored expression.
“What about the injured? We can’t leave them here!”
“I called an ambulance already. Arrest the man, officer. Before he gets up again…”
Detective Deadlock drove away, leaving the dumbfounded officer to force the mutated man into the back of the police cruiser.
The detective made a quick stop at a local fast food place. He ordered a small burger and left straight away. The way Detective Deadlock thought was nothing shy of unorthodox. It took him nearly half a decade to achieve such a calm and relaxed attitude to the point where even reporting back right away was too much effort according to him. He never denied enjoying his job and spending time with his coworkers, but at the same time reflected a behavior opposite to it.
He bit into the burger before unlocking his car. Something caught his attention past all the rain drops. A voice. He heard a subtle voice in the background of the pounding rain. Figuring his department could rely on him coming back in one piece, he went off to investigate the voice.
Finishing up his burger, he came closer and closer to the distinct voice. It became clear it was a woman’s, none that he recognized on the radio. Only more reason to keep him intrigued.
He approached the central park of the city. Following the pathway toward the center fountain, he spotted a woman singing to the rainy sky. She stood on the rim of the fountain staring up the cloudy night. Her attire was that of dark blue jeans and a red checker shirt. She held both of her hands together against her chest, singing a tune that not even Deadlock heard before. Her hair was braided up and toppled over in the form of some sort of mohawk with the darkest of color.
“Um, excuse me, miss?” Deadlock spoke up, his calm attitude slowly fading away, “Is it alright for me to ask what you’re doing out here singing in the rain?”
The woman ignored him and kept singing toward the stars. Her voice slightly lightening up then simmering down to a quiet whistle, repeating the tune over and over.
Detective Deadlock saw no harm in this woman singing, seeing that there weren’t any local residents complaining at all and nothing was really being disrupted. He sat on the rim of the fountain and dug into the fast food bag in search of any remaining fries. A boom of thunder shook the entire park. After it settled, the woman had stopped singing. Deadlock heard footsteps, rushing ones from all entrances of the park. He ducked down next to the fountain while still eating his fries.
Multiple suited men carrying heavy assault rifles and machine guns surrounded the woman. They wore black suits with bright red ties and dark leather gloves.
“Missy! This is your last warning! Surrender all of your syndicate and we might spare your life!” one of the men shouted.
Instead, the woman raised her hand toward the man and lifted up just her middle finger at him. Grunting at her, the man lifted his hand up and waved it down, signaling all the men around him to disable their guns’ safeties.
“These guys are serious?” Deadlock pulled out his holstered magnum.
The woman hopped down and headed around the fountain. Detective Deadlock spotted her pulling a large wooden box. She pried it open with her bare hands and revealed an enormous chain gun. The detective’s eyes grew wide as he saw her lunge the weapon out and rev up each of its six barrels.