He walked in with his black leather jacket and old fashion jeans, Detective Trent Davis. The office rustled with the trickling of keys on a keyboard and swishing of papers being moved from one hand to another. There was talk and phone calls about multiple different cases, but the main one Trent was working on was called Scarface. At least that's what they've grown to call him. Everyone had worked tremendously hard interrogating suspect after suspect, we had yet to find this so called Scarface.
   “Yo Trent, why'd you even call him Scarface?” Nick shouted boldly across the room.
   “Every victim he killed he leaves a scar on some part of their body, every case has the same scar but in a different place,” He described as if it was written on the back of my hand.
“God that sounds horrific!” Nick mumbled under his breathe quickly, “ He can't even imagine the pain he's caused to those innocent people.”
“Yeah, well you know killers tend to know what they're doing when they do it.” He admitted.
“I guess… Yeah, I guess they do,” Nick muffled with hesitation under his breathe.
The phone began to ring, Trent was frantically picking at the corner of the desk where the piece of wood was chipped off. He picked at the wood harder and harder the ear splitting sound of the phone ringing continuously got louder and louder.
“Trent...Trent, stop your hand, your hand, your hand! It's bleeding! Trent stop!” Julie abruptly screamed. As Trent consistently picked at the wood making his fingertips pierced as they snagged against the wooden table, the blood began to drip down and hit the hard white tile floor, until Julie pressed him on the shoulder. Trent eerily glared in her eyes, as if she was a stranger.
I hadn't meant to act so unnaturally around them, it just happens you know? At least for me it does, a lot it happens a lot, I thought to myself as it began to get dark out. There was only a few people left here, should I say bye? No, no, not after that scene. Nick usually drives me home but I might as well just walk. As I left I could feel the wind gusts against my shoulders making me shiver. It made me think of my father. That day in the hospital.
“Daddy please wake up! Daddy! Daddy!” Trent cried whole heartedly. I pushed the help button dozens of nurses and doctors came running towards me. I was screaming and tugging at the bed as two nurses dragged me into the hallway. Sobbing out alone on the floor as the nurses and doctors tried there hardest, to save my dad's life. This hadn't been his first heart attack. I'd just hopped this wouldn't be his last day with me. My father was such a caring easygoing person, he was always trying to make everyone laugh. A heart as warm as a desert you'll have he said to me.
“Grandma what happened? Why are you crying? What happened? What happened?” I screamed with terror. She couldn't even make the words to describe her feelings, true heartbreak. I ran towards the door and slammed it shut behind me. I caught a glimpse of my father's corpse lying there as they pulled the sheet over his delicate head. Struggling I pressed through the nurses and medics, to just beam my eyes at him one last time, tears began to rush down my light pink face. I held his still thawed out hand I kindly glared at his worn out skin as I whispered, a heart as warm as a desert just like you said, I love you.

I remembered that day as if it was yesterday, I hated that day. I sat in my apartment, the room was white, no windows, just walls. There was photography's of me and my father, all of the walls. Alone I sat, alone, I waited for something incredible to happen. I waited, I listened to the faint sound of the hallway clock ticking as the hour set in. It was almost that time again, time to go out. I already knew who he was, Adam Leslie. I hated him, he always seemed so happy when we were younger, always talking about his father this, his father that, oh my father is an amazing baseball player.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I screamed at the blank walls as if my father was listening to me.
Why’d you leave me here like this? All alone, I have nothing. I thought to myself, stop it Trent you think to much.
I stood up and grabbed a marker I crossed my so called fathers face off of every picture, the day at the pool, thanksgiving, our old family photo, I was just a kid then.
God I hate you, I hate you. Why'd you do this to me? Why'd you have to die? You don't even think about me do you, you know they all call me selfish for thinking about myself but you know what I don't think I'm being irrational at all! I think I'm being natural, you left me. Alone. Okay Trent that's enough, you have to go out stop thinking he can hear you screaming because he can't.
“SHUT UP!” “He can hear me, he can Trent.
         Adam should be out of work by now. Let's go see, everyday he's out walking home, he goes to the corner store buys a pack of smokes, smokes one just a little ways from the store. Then he starts to walk home, 47 Millwood Drive. Walks right past, that enormous eerie Allie. Just a block away I'll meet him as he walks, with no hesitation in his mind, that dark ellie way that he would never have guessed to see me, I'll follow him home. I began to walk down the street the voices in my head started again muttering. “Where you gonna leave the scar this time Scarface, huh, huh, bet your daddy's real proud of you now.”  He began to beat himself up, banging my fists against my head. The abrasive bumps I left on my forehead don't even burn, I laughed to myself. I'm almost at the corner store, dragging my feet against the cement.
There he was Adam, with his blue cotton sweater vest, and khakis. I hurried up and speed walked towards him as I could hear my heart thumping in my ear drums.
“Hey Adam!” It's me Trent, Trent Davis, from high school, “Don’t you remember?” I sneered at him as the lamp post lit my face.
“Oh yeah I remember you, how've you been?” He said in a cheery voice.
“Good, good, so funny seeing you here, He snickered as he stared at me with anticipation.
“Haha, yeah.. I guess so, well I have to head home, gotta feed the dog, you know.” Adam pleaded as his began to sweat.
“Oh, well I'll walk you.” He demanded as he pushed him on the shoulder, making him walk forward.
“No, no, it's really alright I walk alone every night anyway.” He whined with fear.
“Oh, I know you do, but I insist.” He smirked with delight, he could tell he was making him nervous.
We were walking up the steps to his apartment building, as he tried to say goodbye I said. “ Aren't you going to invite me in to have a drink, with an old friend.”
“I wasn't planning on having guests tonight, the apartment's a mess.” Adam said trying to make me leave.
“That's okay it's just a drink, I won't stay long.” He admitted as he gave him his invitation.
We both walked in the big wooden furnished doors, up the stairs and to his door apartment 43. He began to struggle finding the correct key for his door, sweat dripped ever so slightly down his forehead. He abruptly unlocked the door and stepped in, I followed behind him.
“Nice place you've got here Adam.” I said as I admired the photos of him and his father.
“Ahh thanks Trent.” He lied as if he liked me.
“So how bout that drink huh pal?” I bellowed.
He walked into the kitchen and grabbed to beers, such a friendly person he was but not towards me today. I didn't mind though because I wasn't going to be very kind either.
“So how's your dad? Haven't heard about him in awhile?” I asked.
“Oh he's great, what a wonderful business men, so proud of him, how's yours..?” I'm sorry I didn't mean, I'm sorry.” Adam sighed.
“You see Adam you've always talked on and on about your father even when we we're young, and you knew that I didn't have a father but you weren't sympathetic at all were you?” I said with a smirk and a chuckle.
I didn't give Adam time to answer, I walked slowly into the kitchen and glanced at the knives I grabbed the cleaver and began to toy with it. I always thought that oh one day when I grow older I wouldn't hate Adam Leslie so much but you know what nothing's changed. I jumped towards Adam with the cleaver in my tight grip and sliced his right cheek open.
“How does it feel Adam, to be hurt?” Trent said with tears in his eyes.
He stabbed Adam, in the chest over and over again with anger in his mind but pain in his heart.
“A heart as warm as a…..” Adam said with his last breathes.