Lestrade Suspicion

At first I was vaguely aware of the dull throbbing pain in my head. I lay still hoping it would go away.

Some time later a bright light appeared and ruined my attempt at staying painless. I struggled to tell it to go away.

Then I came to my senses and realized that if I was in pain, it was because someone needed punishment. I forced down the pain and tried to right myself. The world spun, out of focus, but gradually it slowed. The light was right in front of me, a candle, held by someone, but I could not see who it was. I struggled to my feet and lurched towards it. Suddenly a woman's voice shrieked.

Then she yelled "Murderer! You are not getting away with this.”

I looked down to see a battered body, clothed in black but now covered in red.

“You are a vile, despicable police officer. Look what you have done." the voice hissed, full of venom.

“No. I have no idea who this is.” I forced the words out past a barely functioning tongue. “I have never seen him before, in fact I've never been in this room before. I have no idea where I am. But I would very much like to know who framed me!”

The End

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