Free Beacon Of Light: Episode one (The ultimate post apocalyptic sci-fi thriller serial) by Luis Samways

other, which suggests the shooter was in close proximity of the wall when shooting. The kicker, Frank thought, there was not one body near any of the bullet holes. There was a lot of blood though. Frank pulls his finger out of one of the bullet holes; he then fixes his stare back on the hole. He has an urge to peep through and see what’s on the other side. He bends down and looks through it. He is met by an eye staring back at him, it makes him jump. He backs away from the wall, sweat starting to formulate under his brow. Frank loosens his tie a bit, thinking the room is getting hotter. He walks back over to the wall, his mind starts racing. He hears faint whispers coming from the hole in the wall. The sweat’s now trickling freely down his face, Franks breathing gets heavier. He feels the heat of the wall with his hand, the whispering becomes clearer.
    ‘DON’T YOU TOUCH ME,’ the dark raspy voice whispers.
    Frank squirms at the sound of the voice; he pulls back his hand from the flaky dry wall. The sweating has become more perfuse, now his once white T shirt has become drenched in sticky sweat, Frank’s throat feels dry.
    ‘It’s so hot…. The wall is so hot,’ he says to himself.
    He reaches at the wall one more time, the whispering stops. He smiles to himself, a nervous smile at best. He bends down to look through the Bullet hole; the eye meets his gaze yet again, staring fire into Frank’s soul.
    ‘DIE FUCKER,’ says the whispering voice.
    Frank pulls away from the wall again. A man approaches Frank from behind and taps him on the shoulder, it startles Frank. He turns around to face the man. The man looks at Frank in curiosity.
    ‘Are you okay Frank?’ The man asks
    Frank clears his throat twice
    ‘Yeah I’m okay; it’s just real hot in here Eddie’
    ‘Yeah, like a Goddamn Mexican whorehouse. Well, heck it’s good to see you! Boy it’s been far too long, but under the circumstances I’d rather just get down to business. You know that I don’t like to come to crime scenes at all, but this one is a little too close to home. I knew a few of the victims. If this sort of shit is happening on my street, then what hope have I got at making this city a safer place?’ Declares Eddie
    Frank looks unsympathetic
    ‘Sir, with all due respect, I think we would all like to not have to come down to crime scenes like you,’ Frank says with a hint of bitterness in his tone.
    ‘How many times have I told you Frank? We have been friends long enough for you to know that I hate you calling me sir,’ explains Eddie, trying to ignore what Frank said.
    ‘Yes Eddie,’ Frank says
    ‘Good. Now as I said, all I’m telling you to do is get your ass in gear, we need to nip this in the bud before anything else like this goes down. It will be a media circus when the press find out this shit went down in my own neighbourhood. Let alone that I am the victims next door neighbour!’ says the DA trying to make his intentions clear to Frank.
    ‘I got it Eddie, now if you don’t mind can you just let me get on with what I am here to do? I’m sure you didn’t break protocol to have me here to listen to you rant.’
    Eddie looks Frank up and down disapprovingly, noticing the sweat riddled shirt that Frank is wearing.
    ‘Frank get your shit together! I don’t condone drugs or taking them, but man if you’re going to do your job, I need you to get your fucking shit straight! Pop a pill or whatever you do, just get me those damn results, or the only protocol I’ll be following is the one under the Drugs ACT,’ says Eddie.
    Eddie walks away from Frank who is gritting his teeth while trying to hold his temper. As soon as Eddie is out of sight, Frank checks to see if the coast is clear. No one is about, so Frank reaches for his pills and takes 3 to settle his nerves. He knows he is going to need the edge if he is going to catch a mass murdering psychopath.
     

Three
    Frank had been at the crime scene now for well over 5