David McDonell awoke from his slumber as he placed his two bare feet on the soft carpeted floor. He yawned and sluggishly tramped towards the curtains, opening it slightly. The rain drizzled lightly as it pitter-pattered against the fiberglass windows. The droplets trickled down smoothly, falling into the flower pots below on the balcony. As David looked up into the clouds, he could see streaks of light shimmer through.
Maybe I won’t need an umbrella today.
He headed to the bathroom to cleanse himself and then strolled to his closet to get changed.
“It’s time for a change,” he mused, as he chose the red striped tie instead of his usual blue spotted one.
David casually slipped the larger end of the fabric into the loop and pulled downwards, securing the tie around his neck, and pulling the collar of his white dress shirt down. He then sauntered over to his clean black uniform that hung neatly on the doorknob of his closet door. David slipped into his pants and put on the jacket. After buttoning it up, he wrapped the leather black belt around his waist and another strap across his torso. Moving to the mirror, he checked if everything was in order and proceeded to take a container of hair gel to slick back his bangs.
As he headed out, he swung around, looking into his penthouse apartment before grabbing his black leather long coat and peaked cap and putting them on as well. With the slam of the door and the twist of a lock, David was off to work.
Wandering the streets gingerly, but calmly, David observed the market stands selling their products to the locals and the children frolicking through the streets. David smiled softly as they passed by, resulting in the children grinning back and whispering to each other gleefully. The clouds above soon dissipated, and the sun shone brightly once again. It was still relatively cold outside, and many of the locals were still wearing thick clothing. He could see some of the women gazing at him and whispering excitedly.
“Do you see that young man? He’s always so kind.”
“Yes. Very respectable and well-mannered.”
“Quite handsome, too.”
Suddenly, David felt a slight shove in front of him as he saw a red object float by him. David quickly snatched the balloon string and looked down at the little boy who had bumped into him.
“I-I’m so sorry!” yelped the boy, beginning to cry. “I didn’t mean to! I t-tripped, sir!”
David let out a hearty chuckle and stroked the boy’s hair, as he kneeled in front of him.
“Hey there, don’t cry. I understand. Just look where you’re going and be more careful next time,” David said, reassuringly, as he handed the balloon to the child.
The boy wiped his tears and nodded. He quirked a small smile, before scampering off with the balloon and waved. David waved back. Subsequently, he glanced at his watch and once again headed towards his destination.
Turning around a corner into a dark street, David stumbled into a group of men bickering amongst themselves. He paid no heed to them, until he heard a woman’s shriek emitting from the group. Immediately, David confronted the men.
“What’s going on here?” he asked, sternly.
The men twisted around nervously, while one of them tried to muffle the voice of the woman.
“It....It’s nothin’, sir! We’re just havin’ a friendly argument, is all,” said what seemed to be the leader of the men, as the other men nodded in agreement.
The leader was much taller than David and had more brawn than his companions. He had a dirty, rigged face and an obvious underbite. David peered at the woman behind them, and smiled.
“Oh, I see. Well then, I must be off,” he laughed, and swiveled around.
The other men laughed as well. And then instantaneously, the leader was lifted from his feet by a powerful fist that had pounded into his chin. Everyone else was paralysed in shock. Dazed, the leader was lifted from his neck by David’s right hand. It squeezed mercilessly into the man’s neck as David’s nails punctured the flesh and little strands of blood trickled downwards.
“Did you honestly think that transparent lie would fool me? Do you know who you’re talking to?
David’s face turned dark and intimidating as he rustled through his coat to present a wallet that contained a large golden badge and an identification card.
“I am Lieutenant Colonel David McDonell of the Enforcement Department,” he stated firmly, as the group shivered at the sound of ‘enforcement’. “And you, sir, have violated law No. 31; answer honestly to an Enforcement Department officer at all times.”
David leaned close to the man’s ear, and smiled again, eyeing the others.
“But I am a merciful man. If you tell me what happened here, I will let your friends go.”
The man was dropped to the ground, as he hacked and gulped for air. Carefully, he proceeded to tell David the truth. It was not very important. A simple case of men with uncontrollable sexual desires who could not find a proper mate, therefore, resulting in picking up the first woman they came about.
Degenerate scum.
“Go,” said David, simply and apathetically.
The other men scurried out of the street and the leader was about to make his exit as well.
“Not you,” uttered David, stomping his foot on the man’s leg, crushing it. “I said I’d let your friends go. That doesn’t include you, I’m afraid.”
The man yelped and winced in pain. David realised the woman was still around, leaning on the side of the building. Like Prince Charming, David elegantly strolled towards the woman, and took his cap off, bowing.
“I am terribly sorry that you were engaged in this frightening display of violence. Unfortunately, this is the duty of the Enforcement Department. If there is anything I can do for you as compensation, I will be honoured to do so,” cooed David, effortlessly taking the woman’s hand with his left hand and kissing it gently.
The woman blushed deeply and giggled embarrassingly.
“O-oh. No need. No need.”
“Then may I have your word, that you won’t tell a soul about this incident?” he asked kindly, winking and once again, producing that sweet smile.
“Why yes, of course, Mister McDonell,” she said, giggling as she skipped away.
David sighed, and turned back to the man currently on the floor, clutching his broken leg. David soon regretted breaking the man’s leg because the man could not walk to the Department building and David could not possibly carry him such a great distance. So David stood awkwardly in front of the man. In the quiet, dark side street. Feeling quite alone.
It was a rather complicated and roundabout way, but miraculously, David brought the man into the Department building and the other officers took him away. He then signed in, luckily one minute before he was considered late.
I’m glad I left early today. What a mess.
David placed his coat in his locker and headed to the basement where he worked. As he opened the rusty steel door, he could smell something metallic and rotting. Walking down the deteriorating cement stairs, he entered the dingy room with its minimal lighting. David continued downwards as the screams and groans grew louder. He could hear the splash of liquid and the clinking of metal on metal, and then the slap of a rope on flesh. David marched towards a set of disheveled figures. Their large eyes watched in fear as the man in uniform stepped towards them. An officer had a contraption that required one to crank the lever to produce electricity which was connected to two metal rods through cables. David took the rods in each hand and clashed them together creating a sound like thunder.
“Shall we get started, then?”
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