Police interview

"So we hear you're lawyer has revoked your plea and is now saying you are guilty. What made you change your mind?"

"Have you ever killed a man Mr Ryan?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has everything to do with it, if you have not killed a man you will not understand the answer to the question in which you ask. How am i to tell you my reasoning if you have not felt the power in your hands, or watched as a life was taken away by your own doing"

"Yes. I've killed a man"


"Oh don't be so modest Mr Ryan, you can tell me, i promise not to judge, there's many things in which i know about already but for obvious reasons given the circumstances i cannot declare these without you first providing the information and confirming them"

"Snyder, you are a vile and despicable person, you know nothing about me"

Snyder laughed, that low, short laugh that's heard when a person realises they have done well but are not yet ready to reveal their triumphs to the persons around them. That cynical laugh that comes from deep within as opposed to the sound of generic chest laughter.

"I understand Mr Ryan, there is no need to clarify the number of lives you have taken due to your anger and your corrupt greed. Did you really think you'd get away with it forever?"

Mr Ryan stood staring at Snyder, his face becoming heated as he felt the anger rising in his veins. He had been after Snyder for years now, worked on the one case alone that whole time. He had followed him, studied him and learnt everything he could about him and yet he still felt as though something was missing, something was held back even after all this time.

"Are you proud of what you have achieved Mr Ryan?" Snyder asked when Mr Ryan seemed to not answer the question. "This is what you have traded everything for, this one moment and now the plea has changed to what you have wanted for so long yet it is still not what you expected is it Mr Ryan?"

"You will be found guilty and you will be fucking fried you sick twisted fuck!"

"Ha ha now now Mr Ryan, keep your temper under control"

With that Mr Ryan practically flew across the room at an incredible speed. His anger which he had kept control of for so long had now become a rage and there was no stopping it. He threw the chairs and the table in between Snyder and himself out of the way and began to hit at his face. Blood flew from Snyder's mouth, his nose deformed and his cheeks split right open allowing blood to splatter across the wall after each hit made contact.

The whole time Snyder continued to laugh that haunted laugh from within, that laugh that frightened Mr Ryan but also enraged him as nothing else ever could. The punches began to slow down until they finally stopped with Snyder lying on the floor looking back up with that twisted and bloodied smile, almost grotesque in it's animalistic form.

"I have something to tell you Mr Ryan" said Snyder spitting out a tooth mid sentence "Remember what happened to you wife?"

"Don't you dare speak of my wife!" Shouted Mr Ryan.

"Remember her face as she begged me to stop?"

"Fuck you!"

"Wait you'll want to hear this"

"Remember how she cried for you as i was inside her? Ha ha we had fun didn't we Mr Ryan"

With that Mr Ryan let loose again with the punches, seeming to never stop until Snyder was a bloodied mess.

Although he was bloodied and his form barely recognisable as the same person anymore Snyder continued his story.

"Have you talked to your daughter today Mr Ryan?"

Mr Ryan shot a glance at Snyder staring into his swollen blood red eyes while his heart began to beat faster and faster out of an almost instant panic formed from that one question. Mr Ryan began to step side ways almost circling Snyder with his eyes on him the whole time.

"I told you Mr Ryan, You will never win"

With that the door to the interview room opened and another detective walked in and surveyed the scene.

"What the fuck have you done Ryan!" he asked, not nearly as angrily as you'd expect though given the offence. "Doctor! Get someone in here"

Snyder was picked up by a couple of officers who were nearby and taken out of the interview room, the whole time smiling and looking at Mr Ryan with his blood flowing in an almost constant stream from his mouth and nose onto the floor below.

"Call me when the next round begins Mr Ryan" and with that he was gone and the room had become almost unbearably quiet.

"What is it?" Mr Ryan said after a minute or so, knowing that the officer had come in to inform him of something bad and given his reaction to him almost killing a suspect in custody he knew that it was something real bad.

"There isn't an easy way to say this Mike, It's Jenny, she's been taken to St. Albert's hospital downtown with internal bleeding. It's not good"

Tears began to flow down Mikes cheeks as his emotions went beyond rage and into utter despair.
"I'm sorry Mike, you should go, I'll sort things here"

"That mother fucker, next time i am going to kill him!" Swore Mike thinking of Snyder's face as he had been dragged away and his smile as he was being punched.

". . .Mike, Snyder's lawyer has claimed the trial as being unfair due to your involvement in the proceedings and the history between the two of you"

Mr Ryan looked into the one way mirror used to evaluate and supervise suspects being questioned and did not recognise the person staring back at him.

"The trials been dropped until the situation can be evaluated, his lawyer posted bail half an hour ago"