With the two standing in the basement, one wrapped around the other, the elevator started up once more. You could hear the motors running as it went back down with a loud screech. Alex gripped on tighter, shaking slightly. There were voices audible from the elevator shaft as it opened. The police had arrived. "I know this is getting old of me to say, but..." Rory started to speak, whispering hesitantly to Alexander. "What's going on?" He asked with a sigh. The sirens could still be heard outside the building, and the voices seemed to be quite loud now. There were possibly four or five policemen coming down to the basement. "I-" Rory started to speech, but was interrupted as the elevator finally reached the basement and opened up with a loud screech.

   Alexander did something odd. They snapped their fingers, and the lights flickered out leaving them all in darkness. However, most officers are equipped with flashlights, and it wasn't long before there were a few beams of light focused on the duo of Alex and Rory. Alex waved.

   "Hey..?"

   The cops were not amused.

   There were actually four policemen. Very average looking men, yet none of them looked like they had a sense of humor, unfortunately for Alex and Rory.

   "Hey?" one of them repeated, an overweight cop who was clearly annoyed by the younger one's attempt at a greeting. Another one snorted. "What're you freaks doin' down here at this hour?" he asked. Rory gulped and looked down at Alex for an answer.

   "Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-" Alex held out that word for a while, realizing that their own interesting appearance could be a diversion in itself. They peeled themself off of Rory, facing directly forward so they could be seen in full glory, a freak of nature to say the least. "This is 'm, uh, brother. Bea- I mean uh... Dean..? Yeah that's a name. We uh, lost our-" Alex paused.

   "Dog."

   Another cop scoffed. "And you were given access to the basement...to find a dog?"

   "Do they even allow dogs here?" muttered a policeman to another. Rory cleared his throat. He apprehensively spoke: "Y-yes, uh, our dog Monochroma- wait, no, Macrocephalus. Ack, no- MESOPOTAMIA! Yes, hah, our dog, Mesopotamia. He ran out of the apartment a few hours ago and we were searching everywhere for him!" Rory lied, chuckling nervously. "Isn't that right," he stammered, nudging Alex with his elbow, "Heathcliffe?"

   The shit eating grin on Alex's face disappeared. They whipped around, angrily muttering "I gave you a name, that wasn't a name cunt!" at Rory before composing themself again and turning back around. "I'm sorry, he's um, french. Yes. An' blind. The dog's name is Mesothelioma- And I'm, uh..." Alex had to think. Could they steal their brother's name- They actually had two of those. Well, it was worth a shot. "I'm Lucky, ahaaa, named after a, uh, a prostitute. I'm an illegitimate bastard. Heathcliffe, that's um, that's french. French for..." At least they had the fake ID to back that lie up, well, the name on at least. Meanwhile, the smirk Alex was proudly displaying was showing off all of those pointy teeth, and the extra eye decided that now was a good time to stare at people and move like it actually worked.

   "Wheel!" Rory finished Alex's last remark on the meaning of "Heathcliffe", all the while in a terrible French accent. "I am, ehh...also deaf!" he continued, making incomprehensible hand gestures, trying to prove that he's signing.

   "Yes. And he's an absolute idiot ta top it off! Now, ahaaaa... This isn't about the- Oh shit." Alex didn't realize it until it was too late, but they had accidentally stated that they had some prior knowledge about why the police were there, and then tried to cover it up. For a three eyed, emaciated, fanged freak with weird claws and a few too many scars for a child, they were very bad at making themself look less suspicious.

   "Enough, brother." Rory said to Alex, his horrible french accent fading to Native American, which, while being racially insensitive, was a great diversion. He quickly resumed his french accent. "You see, eh, ah, I am assuming zhat you gentleman ask us about dog, oui? Ah nyes, our pyurple dog friend, Museography... Is he not outlaw?" Rory asked. All of the cops exchanged concerned glances, wondering if they would get at least a straight answer, even if it wasn't a logical one.

   One of them cleared their throats loudly, about to speak. A heavy smoker. "Look, kids, we're just here because someone reported homicide, and that the murderer may be down here. Undahstand?" He clarified.

   Alex took one step forward, pointing at the group of policemen. Alex had... An idea. A very, very wonderful idea.

   "Hey, wait just one fuckin' minute! You said I was going to be conductin' the investigation here!"

   All of the policemen exchanged glances, actually thinking that one of them said that.

   "No we didn't...?" one of them said with a confused expression. The rest looked angry.

   "Well, actually," Rory intervened, "I think you did. My partner here wrote you four up for smokin' something funny in the back of your car, so I think we'll be conducting the interview here, thank you very much." Rory said firmly. "Now, what was it about that homicidal dog?"

   "Exactly! Weed's a memory loss drug, how would you know that you didn't! And why were you comin' down ta the basement, anyways!?" Alex was trying so hard not to laugh, clearly not noticing the growing anger on the officers' faces.

   "I swear, I-I was just holdin' it for a friend!" one of them cluelessly blurted out.

   "Shut up, Portman," another one growled at who seemed to be Officer Portman. "I think that you kids are tha ones that smoked somethin' funny here, 'cuz we're the ones wearin' tha uniforms here."

   "You're obviously hallucinating- Oh wait, shit dude one actually- No we're the cops here!" Alex pulled out an actual squirt gun from nowhere.

   "You're under arrest for things I can't say 'cuz they're secret!" Rory pulled finger guns out of his imaginary holsters and pointed them at the quartet. All four of them simultaneously put their hands up in surrender.

   "P-please, I have a family!" one said, two other nodding as well.

   "Yeah, but I don't think that they'd be so happy when they hear about the grass you've been smoking in the cruiser, now would they?" Alex attempted to use the squirt gun, quickly dropping it out of apparent pain. "Goddamn it, salt water again..." With burnt hands, they retrieved a real pistol from behind them.

   "'Aight ya fucks, get back on that elevator! We're takin' ya to the... Uh... The place! Yeah!" "Police station," Rory whispered to Alex.

   The police, still surrendering, slowly backed up. Now, Alex sounded convincingly like a child. They had that little lisp thing common with young ones. So, their response was a tad... Broken. "Yeah, the Please Station- That wasn't right, was it..." So their attempt to say "police" came out as "please". No big deal, right? Nonetheless, the cops didn't protest, since they weren't the ones with the guns.

   Alexander had stopped paying attention and moved onto Rory for a second, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer, literally just to ask "Can we get ice cream after this?" like the dork they happen to be. "What kind of God damn ice cream store is open at 3 AM? Hell no, we're buying it from a store!" Rory whispered back.

   He then looked back at the cops. "Oh yeah, right!" He remembered they existed. "Yeah, uh, you're free to go. Just, uh, don't do it again." He said dismissively. "Yeah, uh, skedaddle!" Alex turned back to Rory. "So is that a yes? 'Cuz I feel like we deserved it." "It is, but worst case scenario, we'll go to a fucking gas station." he said in an annoyed tone, still hushed.

   By now, the police have already "skedaddled", but it would be silly to think that that would be the last thing you'd hear from them here. Alex and Rory, this time, only got extremely lucky that the cops were utter morons. "What's a gas station?" Alexander grabbed onto Rory once more, the cops gone and danger evaded once more. Of course this wouldn't be a single occurrence, but it was a bit fun. Alex dragged Rory to the elevator, laughing.

   "I'm glad I'm related to a blind frenchman who is also deaf and mute, and switches accents constantly. Really is the life of the party." Rory let go of Alex in a territorial fashion. "So is getting flavored, frozen cow juice." he stated sarcastically, as the elevator door slowly slid open, with the signature loud screech echoing throughout the pitch black room. As Alex pushed Rory into it, they turned around to face the empty basement. They used the little keycard, granting access to actually go back up. Before the doors closed, Alex turned and winked at what would be the camera if this was the office. They placed their finger over their lips as if the shush someone, a sharp metal object glinting in their pocket.

   Maybe it was a homicide case after all.

   As the doors closed and the pair disappeared, that leaves you, reader, with one final question to answer.

   How much do you really know about these three?