Murder, murder

Steven Honders
Aug 9, 2017 · 2 min read

“So let’s go over the event again Mr. Teller” said the detective as he adjusted his seat a bit.

“Well,” started Mr Teller, “I was standing in line for a cup of coffee and someone cut in line right in front of me.”

“Yes, yes, I know.” The detective didn’t make much of an effort to hide his frustration. “I want you to tell me more about why you killed him.”
“Well,” said Mr. Teller, “I wanted to make sure he’d never do it again.”
“Don’t you think that killing him is a bit much, though?”. Detective Story let himself fall back into his chair.

“I wanted to make sure he’d never cut in line again, ever. I could have told him to not do that, but I imagine this wasn’t the first time he did this and it wouldn’t be the first time someone told him not to. So I only saw one solution to make sure he’d never thrust this injustice onto someone else ever again. So I grabbed a bottle off the counter, broke in on the edge of said counter and proceeded to stab the line-cutter five times, until he dropped to the floor.” Mr. Teller couldn’t hide that he was puzzled by the line of questioning he was enduring.
As did Mr. Story, although he was not as much bewildered by his own questions of course.
“So, let me get this straight Mr. Teller. If I wanted to make sure that someone, who did something wrong, would never do it again. There is no other solution than killing said person?”

“That is correct.” Said Mr. Teller.
“You couldn’t, let’s say, reason with them. Ask them to stop, ask them for an apology?”

“Well, who’s to say he’d sincerely mean an apology, he had already shown himself to be an untrustworthy person, don’t you agree?” Mr. Teller couldn’t hide his smile very well. Something the detective must have noticed as well.
“So, if I’d want to stop you from ever killing someone else again. It would be reasonable to kill you here, right now?”
“That is correct detective. I mean I could tell you I would never kill someone again and I think I might even mean it, if you really wanted me to. But we both know there is no way to tell for certain. Unless you kill me.” Mr. Teller sounded very sure of himself.

The detective stood up and stretched his shoulders a bit.



“What happened in there sir!?” the guard looked in shock, seeing the detective leaving the interrogation room covered in blood.
“Slit his throat like cutting grass Mr. Terry.”
“Why would you do that sir!?”
“So he wouldn’t kill anyone ever again Mr. Terry. It’s pretty simple when you think about it.”
The detective wiped his hands on a piece of cloth that lay over one of the chairs in the hallway and walked up to the window at the end of it. He paused for a moment looking at the skyline, opened the window, and without saying a word, dropped down onto the pavement five stories below.

Steven Honders

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Game designer, writer, world-building fanatic, marketeer, politically interested, beard bearing psuedo-viking, loves to travel.