Glass Rose

Chapter 1

Word Count: 436

3 part one-shot. Happy (late) Valentines.

Alfred sat in the chair that he noted were actually quiet nice for a public building, but the thought was distant and seemed like it wasn't his. There was a thick blanket around him and one of the woman even was nice enough to make him hot chocolate.

He hadn't drank any, but it was warm and nice to hold in his hands. He supposed he looked quiet young with his glasses off, he had been told that before. He felt tears well up in his eyes, Alfred didn't want to cry, so they didn't fall, but his eyesight was hazier for a long while before he blinked and his vision cleared again as he felt the moisture follow the previous path that was there from a couple hours ago. Had it really been such a short time?

"Mr. Jones?" Alfred looked up slowly, recognizing his name and responding to it. He wished he was seventeen again instead of nineteen. Instead of just holing up somewhere and crying, he was being asked questions about what had happened. He didn't even want to think about it.

The man, much older then him crouched down in front of him and looked sympathetic at least, but at the same time like he had seen things like this much too often. Policemen were suppose to be imposing as they moved towards you with a mightier-than-thou attitude radiating off of them. That's what they were suppose to be like when questioning people anyway. Yet here an officer was, kneeling down so that he was below Alfred, asking him softly, "What happened?" He didn't want to talk about it, but he knew he had to.

Alfred smiled a bit, looking away from the man who was acting too much like he cared. He swallowed thickly. "A man wanted for murder breaks into a house and holds somebody hostage. By the end, when the murderer is taken, the hostage cries after the few short hours left alone with the man. A lot of things could have happened..."

"I know this is hard. But if he did anything to you we have to know." Alfred didn't look at him. "Can you start with how you got those bruises?"

"No..." Alfred looked back at the nice man, he didn't particularly like copes, but this man with short brown hair and green eyes who's name he had caught was Toris, he seemed nice. "But... I'll tell you what happened when I found out the man you were looking for broke into the house."