Rise of The Martian Heir

Rise of The Martian Heir - The Brutality

"Fuck off, you fucking criminal!" He brutally stabbed my shoulder with a knife.

"Argghh, that hurt!" I shook in pain, and I felt the blood flow out of my shoulder wound.

He pulled out the knife and stabbed it again into my arm.

"Argghh!" I shouted.

"Hahaha, that was fun!" The officer said with joy on his face that he was smiling, and by the uniform, he is higher up in the police department.

"Why are you doing this? Are you not afraid that I will take revenge later on?" I raised my head and looked at him in anger.

"I am the one who asked the question! What is your name?" He shouted loudly at the top of his lungs at my face.

"Ra.. Raven." I replied, stuttering because his voice made me feel afraid.

"Dude, relax. Let's pity him!" The other SWAT member spoke with a gentle voice, and I saw smirking on his face.

"Yeah, okay, as you wish, my friend!" He released me, and my weak body fell hard to the floor.

All the other members of the SWAT team put my body inside the huge body bag, but they unzipped the head space to allow me to breathe.

"Why do you guys treat me like a dead person?" I asked, and it seemed no one wanted to answer my question.

I felt so hopeless as I could not fight back, and I lost consciousness because of the loss of blood.

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I opened my eyes as my body felt unbearable pain.

I cried, thinking back, that I was an orphan and that no one would help me.

'Fuck this world! This world is a cruel place for someone poor. If I could become a rich and powerful person, this wouldn't happen to me. That's why I work very hard. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I cursed in my heart.

"Pain!" I exclaimed and cried, and I tried to move my body, but I could not stand up from the chair.

"Where is this place? What will happen to me from now on?" I asked, but there is no one around me.

I looked around the place, and it seemed like the scene in the interrogation room in the movie that I watched on the TeaFlux App.

I was sitting on the chair with my hand behind me, handcuffed like a wanted criminal.

I struggled to move and release myself if possible, but all my struggles were deemed to have failed.

*THUD! THAP! THUD! THAP! *

I heard a footstep coming my way, and I watched the door open as he entered the interrogation room.

Suddenly, the white light in the room was turned into dim red light.

"Hey, serial killer!" He shouted in anger and threw a punch in my face.

Before I managed to think of anything to reply to him. I fell to the floor, and blood flowed out of my mouth.

"Fuck you!" I cursed unintentionally because of my sudden anger at someone who had punched me like I was nothing.

To my surprise, he was the officer who had smirked at me previously.

Then he got me up to sit properly again, and this time he looked at my face sharply as he sat on the chair opposite me by the metal table in front of me.

"Who did you kill yesterday?" He asked with a polite tone, like a psychopath who could change the mood around him at will.

"I think you got the wrong person!" I replied.

He smashed the folder of files on the metal table and flipped it to show what was inside.

I was shocked by the visual in the picture of the detached head from the body, which made my stomach want to throw up.

The dead person was someone who always bullied me every time he saw me, without fail, from high school until yesterday. The last time I met him, it was just yesterday.

"Officer, that person in the picture always hit me and extorted money from me!"

"Hahaha, so you are guilty of murdering him out of hatred!" He laughed hysterically, stood up, and kicked me in the face.

This time, I grounded my body so strongly because of the anticipation of his leg on my face.

My body didn't move as his leg hit my face.

"No officer! I didn’t murder him! He is the one who stabbed me in the belly yesterday!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see your belly wound." He came to me and removed my shirt.

He took a close inspection of my body and could not find any wounds in my belly area.

"But it was healed by someone helping yesterday."

"There is no wound or scar! Are you bullshitting me right now?"

"No, officer, I was telling the truth!"

*PAP! *

He slapped my face so hard that the sound I heard in my ear echoed at a high pitch.

"You are very poor. You could not afford the good medicine to heal you so fast without a scar. Only a billionaire could afford that. I mean, I also could not afford that!" Then he smacked his hand on my wounded shoulder.

Then I looked around the room to find any camera recordings that I could use in court because he had abused my entire being from the start.

"You killer! You don’t have a right to defend yourself! Just acknowledge it! I will lessen your pain!"

Then he flipped the files again, and I saw the picture of the dead woman, whose chest was brutally deformed and bloody. I had had a crush on her for a long time.

"Your face reacted! You killed her too, right?"

"No, officer, I had a feeling for her. I just encountered her today!" I tried not to cry upon seeing her as the victim of a killer I don't know about.

"You had a feeling for her, so that is why you killed her out of jealousy because she had a husband, right?"

'Someone, please help me!' I said it in my heart because any answer that I gave him would result in pain in my body because of his brutality.