by Alex Fedyr
Estranged
Alex Fedyr
Estranged
By Alex Fedyr
Copyright © 2015 Alex Fedyr
This book is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and locales are figments of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
To all of my teachers, both in the classroom and out.
My parents, my friends, and the people I’ve met along the way...
This book would not exist without you.
Dedication
CHAPTER ONE - Sacrifices
CHAPTER TWO - Darkness
CHAPTER THREE - Introductions
CHAPTER FOUR - The Other Side
CHAPTER FIVE - Recruited
CHAPTER SIX - Water on the Floor
CHAPTER SEVEN - Trust
CHAPTER EIGHT - Dancing with the Past
CHAPTER NINE - Promotion
CHAPTER TEN - Freedom
CHAPTER ELEVEN - Trapped
CHAPTER TWELVE - E-Night
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Memory Lane
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - Making Friends
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - On the Road Again
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Shenanigans
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - Dropping By
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - Separate Ways
CHAPTER NINETEEN - Death
CHAPTER TWENTY - Lost
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - Remembering
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - Sisterly Love
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - Discovery
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - Reunion
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - Broken
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - Revelations
Epilogue
About the Author
CHAPTER ONE
Sacrifices
Kalei tried to ignore the shouts that echoed in the back of her mind. Estranged... She could still see those black-nailed fingers closing around her father’s arm...
“Excuse me, ma’am. If you aren’t doing anything tonight, we are holding a memorial to remember those lost on E-day. There will be a live performance from—”
Kalei pulled out of her reverie and realized that a young man in a nice pair of jeans and a button-up shirt was trying to push a pamphlet into her hand. She barked, “I’m on duty. Bug off.”
His eyebrows jumped slightly, but he quickly moved off to find another victim.
“Lost on E-day...” The kid’s word choice was spot on. They couldn’t exactly say, “Died on E-day,” when half the victims still lived Downtown. They might as well be dead, though. Better to just finish them all off and be done with it.
A car horn blared, and once again, Kalei’s attention was dragged to the present. From where she stood, leaning against the bank on Fifth and State, she couldn’t identify the source in the mid-day traffic jam. The tendency of the encroaching skyscrapers to amplify and distort sounds annoyed her. Then again, everything annoyed her today.
Marley laughed and smacked her on the shoulder. “Sleeping on the job, Officer Distrad?”
Kalei ignored him for a moment, pushing off from the building and scanning the crowd clogging the sidewalk. Professionals in suits, tourists with cameras, fanatics handing out pamphlets, fashionistas prancing along in their stilettos... for all appearances, it looked like just another day on Fifth. But she could easily spot the locals in the crowd, the anniversary weighing heavily on every one of them. Whether it showed in the slump of their shoulders, or the grim cast to their eyes, the screams of the past rang in everyone’s ears today.
Kalei replied, “Sleeping on the job? Eh, no more than usual.”
She finally looked at Marley, a fairly short figure, rounded at the edges, but not fat. Marley harbored an impressive collection of muscle beneath that soft exterior. Once, she had seen him throw down a man twice his size, just to make a point to the rest of the bar as he arrested the brawler for assault on a police officer.
Marley let the smile that always lurked behind his eyes break out, making his round face light up. “It’s no wonder SWORDE doesn’t want to hire a slacker like you.”
“Is that so? Well, I’m not too worried. A numbskull like you isn’t going to be promoted anytime soon. At least I’ll have good company.”
Marley laughed again. Kalei wondered if he was trying to be extra cheerful to make up for her sour mood. “C’mon, Slacker. We’re supposed to be on patrol.”
The pair made their way down the sidewalk, cutting through the indifferent crowd. The day was unusually warm and sunny. Between the shimmering skyscrapers, Kalei spotted a narrow strip of bright, clear blue sky. The weather was much too nice for E-day. For once, Kalei was grateful for the perpetual gloom down on the streets. Even so, her hands sweltered in their black polyester gloves. Regulations stated she had to wear them at all times, but she didn’t see what good it did to wear gloves when her short sleeves left the rest of her arm exposed. She was about to say as much when her radio went off next to her ear. “Estranged event reported at Sixth and Elm. Local units, please respond.”
Kalei grabbed her radio and replied, “Officers Distrad and Douglas on our way, current location Fifth and State.”
Kalei got the rest of the details over the radio as they ran: suspected Estranged, a young white female, small grocery store, shots had been fired.
The once-indifferent crowd of commuters and tourists stopped to watch Kalei and Marley run past. Kalei ignored them, focusing on the path ahead, dodging those pedestrians who didn’t hear her shouts to get out of the way.
As they neared the last turn, cries rang through the air. A woman screamed, “Help! Please, my son is hurt!”
Kalei and Marley came around the corner, drawing their guns, alert for any sign of the attacker. They found a woman clutching a man by the front of his suit, shaking him, her eyes filled with tears, her voice filled with desperation. A white and blue sundress clung to her body, stained with streaks of blood. Sunglasses, forgotten, slid off the back of her head, hanging on as one arm caught in a tangle of her curly brown hair.
Kalei kept her gun pointed to the ground, unsure if the woman was the victim or the attacker. The sidewalk was empty, save for the struggling pair in front of the store. A few pedestrians lingered at the end of the block, watching; one young woman had a cell phone in hand, but the rest of the foot traffic moved to the opposite side of the street, studiously pretending they didn’t hear the commotion.
Still held by the woman, the older man leaned back, a stethoscope around his neck, his hands poised to push her off, although hesitant to touch her exposed skin. He stammered, “Lady, please! I’m just an actor. I’m not a real doctor. I can’t help ya.”
The woman’s hands were covered in blood past her wrists, dying the man’s suit red where she held him. She said, “He’s only five years old. Please, he needs help. If you can just—” She spotted the officers and released him, turning to Kalei instead. “Please.” She clasped her hands together and walked toward the officers.
There was too much blood; Kalei couldn’t see if her nails were black or not. For all she knew, this could be the suspected Estranged.
“You need to help him. There is so much blood, he—”
Kalei held up her left hand. She said, “Whoa, whoa. Calm down. Tell us what happened, ma’am.”
“There’s no time! My son is bleeding!”
The shop door opened and a man poked his head out. He said in a thick accent, “You the police? Come. The boy is hurt. Come!”
As the man beckoned, gesturing urgently to Kalei, she could see that his nails were clear. She holstered her gun and stepped forward, but Marley stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Hey! You know protocol. We aren’t authorized to go in there. We have to—”
“Let a ki
d die? Ease off—”
“I’m serious! They’ll have your badge if you screw up again. Just— have some sense. It could be a trap.”
“Estranged don’t have the brains to set traps.” She pushed past him, but he grabbed her again.
“How many times do I have to tell you, we’re not Wardens, Kalei! We don’t have the equipment–! You go in there and you’re dead or unemployed. Just do your job. We need to set up a perimeter until SWORDE gets here.”
Kalei pushed his hands off of her. “Last I checked, Marley, I am still human. Fuck my job and fuck the Wardens. I swore to protect these people and that’s what I’m going to do.” This time, he didn’t stop her.
Inside the store, two adults – one male and one female – lay dead on the ground. The female had her brains shot out. A shelf had been knocked over, spilling crackers and candy bars all over the floor; the shiny wrappers mingled with the pool of blood from the dead woman. The blood didn’t bother Kalei. Fenn used to say that with a stomach of steel like hers, Kalei should have become a paramedic. Kalei always scoffed at that. She was better at causing messes than fixing them.
A second, smaller pool of blood flowed from a young boy who was crying on the floor where he leaned against a stack of soda boxes. His upper thigh was bleeding profusely through his tiny jeans. There were smudges of blood across his blue jersey, and as he pushed his red fists to his watery eyes, he smeared more blood across his cheeks.
Kalei knelt down, calling the information into her radio before grabbing a first aid kit from the shop owner. His hands shook as he babbled, “I didn’t know the lady was Estranged, but when the gentleman went down, I had no time to think— it was self-defense, I promise!”
Kalei ignored the man and offered a few words of comfort to the child. With his mother’s help, she pulled the boy away from the soda boxes, then laid him down on the tile floor. She might not be a paramedic, but she had enough first aid training to help this kid stay alive until they got here. Pulling a pair of scissors from the first aid kit, she cut the boy’s pants back from the wound and pulled out a thick pack of gauze. While she worked, she asked the storekeeper, “How did this happen to the kid?”
“The woman, when she was shot, she knocked the shelf over. The boy was caught underneath.”
Kalei nodded absently, assessing a four-inch slice on the boy’s quad. He had already lost a lot of blood. A few more minutes and—
A siren wailed in the distance. Only SWORDE’s vans made that particularly high, undulating sound.
They must have been in the area to get here this soon, Kalei thought.
Kalei clenched her jaw and applied the gauze to the boy’s wound. The boy screamed in pain and punched at her arm. His mother sat beside him, soothing him and assuring him that everything would be all right.
Meanwhile, the sirens stopped. Kalei knew it was just a matter of seconds now before they kicked her out and took her badge.
Fucking E-day. Figures it would be today...
Kalei glanced at the body of the dead Estranged woman, dark memories crowding in with her darkening mood. The woman’s face was turned toward Kalei, her mouth half submerged in the pool of her own blood. She stared at Kalei with wide, unseeing eyes, her hand stretched out on the floor with obsidian nails. Those nails... they were all the proof Kalei needed to know that the woman was guilty. Those black nails proved that the woman was no longer a person; she was a mindless killer, bereft of any humanity. She was Estranged.
Kalei felt her fury rise as those dead eyes continued to stare at her, almost pleading as the black-nailed hand reached for her. The Estranged blinked.
Kalei jumped back and released the gauze.
The shop door burst open and two figures in full SWORDE uniform stepped in. They wore black from head to toe: helmets with blacked-out visors, polyester jackets, polyester pants tucked smartly into a pair of sturdy boots, complete with gloves covering each hand. They were both armed with assault rifles as they yelled for everyone to get back and put their hands up.
Kalei looked back at the Estranged body on the floor. The eyes were now closed.
One of the Wardens, female, judging by her voice, pulled Kalei aside. “Ma’am, I understand you are a police officer, but I need you to stay here until another Warden comes by to administer a test—”
Kalei wasn’t listening to the Warden. Her eyes were still locked on the Estranged. She thought she saw one of the fingers twitch. If it got up, it could kill the shopkeeper standing next to it before anyone knew what was happening. “That body— I think the Estranged is still alive. You need to get—”
“Ma’am, this is now a SWORDE crime scene. You need not concern yourself with—”
“I’m telling you, she’s alive!” The mother and the shopkeeper jumped and stared at Kalei with wide eyes. The shopkeeper looked down at the Estranged body, slowly stepping away from it.
“Ma’am, if you could please step out to the van with me.”
Kalei was furious. “That Estranged is alive! You’re putting everyone in danger—” The Warden grabbed Kalei’s arm above the elbow and pulled her toward the door. Kalei relented as she heard the insanity of what she was saying. There was no way the Estranged was alive; it was missing half its brain. But the eyes... Kalei shook her head. It must have been one of those weird post-mortem twitches, like rigor mortis or something. Kalei sighed. All this stress was making her loopy.
Outside, the police had already erected barricades to shut down the sidewalk and half the street. Within the circle of police stood the SWORDE van with the back doors flung open. The interior was pretty bare, just a pair of benches with lockers underneath.
The Warden sat Kalei down on the back bumper and pulled a kit from one of the lockers. The kit was red, with a wire sticking out on one side, ending in a clamp. The Warden said, “Sit still. This will just take a moment.” Kalei tried not to flinch as the warden clamped the device onto the top of her ear. After a couple seconds, the device gave a quiet beep. “You’re all clear. Please submit a report to your sergeant by the end of the day.” With that, the Warden picked up the kit and returned to the store.
Kalei sighed and leaned forward, propping her elbows on her knees and placing her head in her hands. Today was such a shitty day. E-day was already shitty every year it came, but this year, it was particularly shitty. She sighed again, sat up, and hopped off the bumper. She spotted Marley along the barricade and walked over to him.
She was about two feet away when he turned around and said, “Why can’t you just do your job like you’re supposed to?”
“And why can’t you mind your own business?”
“Dammit, Kalei, I’m serious. Ever since we were kids, you—”
“Give it a rest, Marley.”
Kalei’s cell phone went off, saving her the trouble of arguing with him further. She didn’t even look to see who it was before she answered, “Distrad here.”
“Kalei, once you are cleared by SWORDE, I want you to come straight to my office.” The caller hung up. She had been expecting the call, but her stomach still turned to ice.
Marley noticed the change in her expression. “Was it the sergeant?”
“No, the captain.”
Marley sighed. “Well, I’ll put in a good word for ya in my report. Maybe he’ll let you off again?”
Kalei grumbled, “Not likely. This is the captain, Marley, not Sergeant Barslow.”
“Well, good luck.”
“Thanks.” Kalei stepped past him and made her way through the barricade. The crowd on the sidewalk was tightly pressed together, and a couple of reporters tried to heckle her for information as she passed, but Kalei pushed sullenly by, ignoring them all. Most jumped out of her way freely, not wanting to be touched by the drying blood on her hands.
The full implications of what she had done were finally crashing in. Kalei’s entire future was crumbling down around her because she wouldn’t let a little boy bleed to death. The captain himself had called her
cell phone, and Kalei couldn’t think of anything more indicative of the trouble to come. What had this police force come to, that they would fire someone for saving a life?
Her phone went off again, and she automatically answered, “Yes, Captain?”
“Nope, not the captain. Just me.” Kalei was relieved to hear Fenn’s voice. But then the relief turned to dread as she realized... she would have to tell her husband that she was losing her job. “Why were you expecting a call from the captain? Are you in trouble again, Kalei?”
Kalei rubbed her hand lightly across her forehead. She wasn’t officially fired yet; no need to tell him anything. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you when I get home. So what’s up?”
Fenn hesitated, clearly deciding whether or not he wanted to press the issue. Apparently he decided not to. “Uh, yeah, I was just calling to let you know that we’re going to have the girls again tonight. Qain is dropping them off at two.”
Kalei wasn’t sure if she had the energy to keep up with her nieces tonight. At two and four years old, they were anything but quiet, and tonight was the last night she would want kids around. But, she resolved that she could probably use the distraction after a day like today. Reading the girls bedtime stories and pretending everything was all right would probably be better than knocking down scotch and trying to sort out what career options remained to her. Not many, she was sure. Fenn was still making money with his graphics job, and they had a decent-sized savings, but she would need to find new employment soon...
“Kalei?”
“Yeah. Sorry, honey. That sounds great. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Are you sure everything is all right?”
“Yeah, fine. Look, I can’t talk about it now. I’ve got to go. I’ll be home for dinner, alright? Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Kalei hung up the phone, staring at the cement tile beneath her feet. She hated the twelfth of May. She hated E-day so much... First, it took her parents, now it was taking her job... Kalei forced herself to take a deep breath. She closed her eyes, squared her shoulders, then resumed her walk to the station.