Free EVO Universe 1: The First by Kipjo Ewers Page A

did she get into that room? Why were they hurting her, and why was no one answering her? Most importantly, where was Robert? She tried to search her memory but everything between the night she slept in Robert’s arms and when she woke up in that room was completely blank.

    As she felt the cold steel of one of the officer’s handcuffs clamp down hard on her wrists, the officer with the words “Detective” written across his bullet proof vest finally gave her an answer, “Sophia Matheson…you are under arrest for the murder of your husband Robert Matheson…you have the right to remain silent…”

    She did not hear him reading the rest of the Miranda rights to her, as she screamed incoherently asking, “What? Robert is dead? No! No! No! Tell me what happen?! Tell me what happened?! Please! Please!”

    She went on like that, as they pulled her to her feet and dragged her out of the hotel, back to Houston through the horde of reporters who asked questions, she could not answer all the way to the police station.

    She did not bother reliving the hours and hours of brutal and relentless grilling from a chain of detectives, and the sleepless nights of bitter crying in a cell.

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    She tried to focus on what happened after that night in the hotel, but once again, it was all blank. The length of the blankness told her she was probably out for a day or two. She focused harder to get to that night, on the verge of giving up out of frustration an image appeared in her head.

    It was blurry and dark; but an image was still coming through. She could see the moonlight coming through the windows of their room. The cottonmouth had comeback just like in the hotel; but this time she was home in her bedroom.

    She was not lying next to Robert in their bed. She was propped up against a wall covered in her bed sheets, sitting on the cold cherry oak floor that they redid together. She looked around wondering how she got there, it was then she heard the voices. Three distorted and one muffled, she looked up to see Robert laying on the bed looking straight at her.

    His eyes were full of tears; it looked like he was fighting to move but could not. Why could he not move? Why could he not even speak for that matter?

    His mouth looked like it had a case of lockjaw. She then realized she could not move either; she did not feel paralyzed, but her body felt like it weighed a ton. Her voice was gone as well, filling her with fear. It felt like she was in the middle of a nightmare, and she could not wake up. She tried to calm herself and focus on what the voices were saying.

    “Of all the things…a fucking wedding cake knife…,” said the first distorted voice, which sounded like a man.

    “What?! It’s symbolic!” returned an entirely different distorted voice, which sounded like another man in the room.

    “Whatever…let’s get this over with,” fired back the other man, their voices sounded Vader like without the heavy breathing.

    “Playtime big boy…” came a third distorted voice that sounded definitely like a woman.

    Sophia concentrated on the female voice; she could make out a slender dark figure straddling her husband. She could not see her head because she could barely raise her neck up, but she could see what appeared to be a patch on her shoulder. It was dark and embossed, but the moonlight revealed to her what appeared to be the Grim Reaper sitting on a large skull holding a scythe in one hand and holding a skull in another hand. Sophia’s eyes traveled lower to see her running something silver and pointy across her husband’s stomach. It appeared to be the cake-cutting knife from their wedding.

    Her eyes returned to Robert who remained fixed on her, while he mouthed the words, “I’m sorry…I am so sorry…”

    Still not able to find her voice she let out a groan catching everyone’s attention in the room.

    “Holy shit…she’s awake…” came from man #2.

    “Impossible…” said