"Chris?" began Joel, "Chris?! Can you hear me?"
Chris' eyes flickered open only to close gently again.
"Chris! It's okay. You're safe now." Frank reassured.
"Where am I?" Chris whispered as he tried to sit him self up on the white sheets that surrounded him.
"You're in hospital Chris. You were attacked by someone."

Chris immediately broke down, tears dripping onto the white sheets. Every part of the room was a blinding white, the walls, the beds, the ceilings, his clothes, but not the IV drip that fed into his arm. He had several stitches around his forehead and he gasped as he peered down at the dressing that wrapped around where he had been stabbed, trying to steady his breathing but it only hurt his side even more.

"Who did this to me?" he asked, his voice quivering gently.
"We're not sure." Joel paused, "That's why we came to visit you. So that you might help us find out who it was."
"Okay. Well, what do you need to know?"
"Well. First off, what did the person look like? Can you remember anything significant or any small details about their appearance?"
"Well. It was kinda hard, they were wearing a balaclava. They were male, medium height, I think he had red hair as a little was poking out of his hat at the back but I'm not sure. His eyes were weird. Like red and black and green all at the same time. And they were...they were weird..." Chris shivered as Frank raced to take down notes.

"Gloves?" asked Joel raising his eyebrows, "Was he wearing gloves?"
"Yeah. Black leather gloves."
"Aha!" exclaimed Joel, smiling at Frank, "Thank you."

"And!" stuttered Chris as the memories flooded back into his mind, "he said he was looking for John, you know, John Nicholson, the one who gave evidence in court, yeah. Well this guy said that he was his friend but for some reason I don't think that he was."
"Okay. Thank you very much, Chris." Joel said standing up and shaking his weak hand, "We'll be back see you later. I just have something very big and important that I think Frank might like to see." He winked towards Frank who smiled and jumped up from his chair excitedly.

"Oh, okay." Chris' muttered suspiciously as he sat at perfect height to look at the couple, he couldn't help it. His eyes just wandered off on their own again. He raised an eyebrow at Joel and then looked towards the top of his trousers. "Something very big important that Frank might like to see...."
"Oh!" laughed Joel, "No!" he laughed again embarrassed, "I'm not gunna show Frank my dick!" he laughed again for good measure and walked out of the room chuckling, Frank not looking quite as amused, followed behind.

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"So, wait. You're trying to say that you know who attacked Chris, already?!" asked Frank as they walked back into their office. Joel nodded.
"Uh. How?"
"The gloves. They are appearing everywhere. This person knew John. John has few friends. This person sounds like he went after John with a knife but he wasn't there so he attacked Chris. This person hated John. Why?"

"Well, it could be a number of reasons couldn't it?" Frank asked.
"Yes, a stand out one being that John gave evidence in court against Kaitlin's killer; who we believe to still be alive. And then this person attacked Chris...."
"Yeah", interrupted Frank as he fell onto a chair and kicked his shoes off, "But what if that's just a coincidence? That Chris just so happened to be there?"
"Could be...." muttered Joel, "but this happened only a few days after the court case."

"Are you suggesting that this is the killer themselves or simply someone hired by the killer?"
"Could be either. But either way we must find them. But where do we start?"

"Uh. Joel..." Frank muttered, "You're suggesting that this person knew both John and Chris. I'm just guessing but these two where in the courtroom together. Perhaps this person was also in the court room to hear John's evidence as no information has been released to the public."
"Yes. Well done!"
"What did Chris say?"
"uh, balaclava?"
"No, but that shows it was planned and well thought out; again no evidence at the scene. Same person. The killer's still alive. Wait..." Frank continued.
"What?"
"Red hair..."
"And?"
"Black gloves..."
"And you're point is?"
"male, medium height. Red hair....."
"Uh, yeah..." mumbled Joel confused.
"He was there!"
"What?!"
"He was at the trial Joel! A young man with red hair and black gloves was in the jury! I saw him watching me and glaring and sweating and looking sick and glaring at John and Chris! He was there!"
"Frank! You're a fucking genius!" yelled Joel grabbing his computer and lifting the lid.

"Who is he?" asked Frank excitedly.
"Well, lets put it this way Frank.... We'll be paying a Mr. Gerard Way a visit shortly....."

Notes

Hello there. Hope you are all doing good. :) Thank you for reading.
Any suggestions or improvements welcome.
(just casually failing all the exams I have this week.)
-Lou.