My Darkest Knight - Chapter 17

I was standing there, the flashing red and blue lights of over a dozen cop cars where around me taking away the darkness of the night.
“Get your hands in the air!” boomed a voice over a megaphone that seemed to come from in front of me but beyond the lights.
I stared down at my hands, I couldn’t see to well. My eyes were still adjusting from being in complete darkness to bright lights flashing everywhere. Then they slowly started to adjust and I could make out my hands.
Blood!
My hands were covered in fresh red blood. I stared in shock. I could feel the warmth of it all over my hands. The rest of the night was cold. I could see the breath of the police officers hanging in the air as they had their guns drawn on me. There were about 20 of them with their pistols drawn and by the looks of them they were the standard issue Glock 9mm.
“Get your hands in the air, now!” The voice came over the megaphone again. Now I could see whose voice it was, I couldn’t make out the face to well with his face being blocked by the megaphone. But I knew who it was, Detective Walter.  He stands about 6 foot 8 inches tall, and build like a professional wrestler. He was wearing a white button up shirt and suspenders connected to his dark brown pants. His badge was hanging out of his shirt pocket, the normal stereotype for police detectives. His gun was at his side, he liked to use the old revolver style. It only has 6 shots but packs a much bigger punch.
Over all if I tried anything, I would be filled with so much lead you could use my fingers as pencils.   
I stared at Detective Walter, and I knew he could tell my eyes were asking him, what is going on? His just stared back like any officer’s eyes would, with contempt. I slowly started to raise my hands into the air, all the while thoughts were going through my head. Where am I? How did I get here, and what the hell is going on?
Detective Walter started to walk over to me with a pair of handcuffs in his hand. “I don’t want to have to shoot you Jason. Just come along willingly.”
I stood there the memory of the day going through my head. I was just falling into blackness a second ago. Now I am being arrested.
“Don’t worry Walter, I will come quietly. I have no intention of trying to get away.” I kept my hands up as we came closer.
“Put your hands behind your back please.” He said once he got up to me. I turned around and put my hands behind my back and he put the cuffs on me.
“Just please once we get back to the station you tell me what has been going on and what I have done. I can’t remember a thing that has happened all day.”
We both went towards one of the police cars and he sat me down in the back seat. We headed towards the police station. On the ride there I was reviewing over and over in my head what had happened. Was it real or was it all a dream? If it was a dream how did I end up with blood on my hands and in the street with cops around me?
We arrived at the station and they led me down to the holding cells. I noticed a stain on the floor in the same area that the guard died before when I had passed out. It looks as if they are still trying to clean it up. They put me into a cell and Walter pulled up a chair and sat looking at me through the bars.
“Well Jason you want to tell me what you were thinking?” I just looked up at him and didn’t know what to say. I finally got my thoughts together, “That stain I just saw, did a guard die there?”
He looked back towards the hallway and then back to me, “you know perfectly well that he did. It was you who killed him.”
“I don’t remember that Walter, What I do remember from earlier today was that I had come down here by accident and found him dead, like someone tore into him. I explored more into the cell area and found them full of these monsters, and Arthur.” I stopped there, not knowing what he would think of that.
“Are you trying to get out of this by saying your psycho? I don’t believe you Jason.”
“No I’m not… I know what I am saying is crazy.” I was starting to lose it, I couldn’t believe that I had gone crazy and killed a police officer.
“You’re damn right it’s crazy! You killed one of my officers and Beth your neighbor…”
“You know where Beth is!” I interrupted him. “I lost her back in the apartment when I was looking for the key to get out.” Walter just looked at me with a questioning look on his face. “Here let me start from the beginning.”
Walter pulled out a tape recorder and hit the record, “go ahead Jason.” I recounted my story to him, everything that had happened. How Arthur was alive again trying to bring back his daughter, the creatures, and the town of Silent Hill. How I found Beth there and we were trying to get out and get home. I finished my story and he just looked at me like I was crazy.
“You did come in earlier today, but you were alone. We talked a bit and then you left. You did say that you brought Beth with you but, I don’t remember any girl. You of all people know that Arthur is dead.” He adjusted himself in the chair and continued.
“Now we searched your apartment, we found Beth’s workout clothes there. They were cut up. We checked with her father and we found him dead, his gut was cut open and his throat cut as well.” He pulled a file out and handed it to me. I opened it up and saw the crime scene photos of Beth’s dad. The last one was of the wall and written in blood was,
“She is mine now.”
“Do you know who did this?” I asked Walter.
“Yes we do, we found the murder weapon and it’s a kitchen knife from you apartment. Your finger prints were all over it and the crime scene.” I dropped the papers, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Just then another officer walked in and whispered something to Walter. He nodded and stood up. “Well it looks like we found Beth. She is in the basement of your apartment building. We checked there before but we weren’t able to check the furnace until we got it shut down and it cooled off.”
“What are you saying?”
“We know you took her from her father. We have witnesses that have you and her leaving your apartment. She didn’t seem like she wanted to go and you were pulling her by the arm. We have found her body in the furnace of your apartment building, and we have concluded the time of death was some time this morning.” He started to pace around his chair.
“That would be right around the time you came to see me. So it seems you were trying to get an alibi that you were with me.”
“I didn’t kill her Walter you have to believe me.”
“So I have to believe you were in some wonderland chasing a white rabbit? No, I think not you killed her father and then you killed her. I don’t know why yet, maybe you are crazy.”
He stopped pacing and stood looking down at me. I was still in shock from hearing all of this.
“What about the guard how did he die?”
“We guess he caught you breaking into the evidence locker this morning. A book is missing that Arthur had. How you knew about it we don’t know, I never told you he had it.” He handed the book to me, it was the Crimson Ceremonies.
“I have to leave to the crime scene now, to take a look at your handy work. I will be back in the morning for you. Your court date is tomorrow with the judge.”
With that he left the cell block and left me alone. I opened the book and flipped through the pages until one caught my eye.
It had that symbol again that I saw in my hallucinations or where ever I was today. In this page a note page. I pulled it out and looked at it.
“I told you that you couldn’t hide from me.
I had you finish my work. I have my daughter with me now.
You’re free to visit us in Silent Hill,
if you can find a way out of your cell.
Arthur”
I crumpled up the note and shut the book. What was I going to do now?