Plot outline
The protagonist-was- and elite member of the metropolitan police, one of a select few or titled officers. His title was revoked and demoted back to a detective officer.
The story starts with shady, predominantly concealed shots. Two figures, one struggling. Crunching, slicing sounds followed by screaming.
Skips to the protagonist chasing down some thugs along the streets, he takes down a few of the men with ease; while preoccupied with them, the last one runs ahead. Protagonist however throws off his helmet and kicks it to the thug, knocking him unconscious. He drags the bodies through the city, to the police station.
An establishing shot of the station.
Protagonist flops onto a wide stack of papers, zooms out to the paper filled office of the chief. The two go over his job and how quickly he resorts to violence; protag. complains that there isn't much he can do about it, that London needs a firm hand with the way it is now.
The chief starts to yell at the protag. in which he reciprocates, and simply asks for another job. He huffs and settles in his chair, telling the man to come back tomorrow and that he should rest- pointing out that he works too much.
As the protag leaves the chief makes a comment that the protag would be all kinds of fired if he weren't so good at him job.
He descends down to the central room, starts getting stick from a fellow officer- possibly go into more detail about this scene. Establishing shot of the central room. Protag leaves the station, still getting trailed by said officer.
As they wander the streets, making their way to the pub; the protag trying to lose the officer, something catches the other officers eyes; he looks up to see the cloaked figure staring straight back at him, unmoving. The protag ignores the other officer and makes his way to the pub, sitting at the bar next to a friend of his.
A shrill scream, coming from a house nearby the cloaked figure, snapping the officer out of his daze. He burst into the house in question, backing away in disgust. Fades to black as the sound of the police whistle penetrates the silence.
Skips to the next day, the protag steps out from his home; smog from the pollution concealing most of the natural daylight. Makes his way to work without a hitch, as he proceeds further in, he bumps into a well dressed man- a butler like appearance. Argument ensues until an lower class officer says to go to the office.
Protag shoves butler off, heads straight to the chiefs office. In the room appears to be another addition to it, a well dressed, middle aged woman.
Protag asks who the hag is, resulting in a book to the face and a kick to the back of the knees. The butler- like man behind him being the one to dealt the kick, he barks at the protag for being such a crude poor-excuse of a man and that's no way to treat a lady.
The woman brushes him off, saying that it's no problem.
Before the chief has chance to start waffling, protag asks to cut to the chase.
They finally cover why the woman is here, reporting a missing person and that he has been put on the case. He gets pissed that he gets given a puff job; the chief yells at protag for being a picky little shit, and to suck it up. The protag was the most ideal person for the case- and the woman was a rich and powerful figurehead.
He sighs and sucks it up - The chief nods at them, having to leave on urgent business. The protag doesn't get the chance to ask what business. He turns to ask the woman where she last saw the girl.
Scene moves to the protag at the last location of the girl, he asks how long ago the person went missing. The butler emphasises that the 'person' it a child- a small girl. The protag blows his top, that they failed to mention such an integral detail.
protag searches the area, asking questions occasionally. The butler getting very defensive and the lady trying to keep a steady voice, looking distraught.
He pulls himself up and almost immediately tells the butler that he is to be taken into custody- in which the butler makes a big stink up about it but none the less gets taken in.
Goes back to the station- interrogates the butler , to no avail. Butler has nothing to do with the girls disappearance.
Protag picks up a clue of sorts, giving the man a trail to follow.
After a degree of following evidence over a few days possibly, the protag finds himself at construction site, a theatre to be exact.
He wanders into the building, nothing out of the ordinary.
The protag finds an area of the building with uneasy flooring- the builders probably still working on the floor, he find a perfectly square hole in the floor, in the middle of the room.
As he peeks in, he makes out what seems to be a small figure; seeing it move slightly he calls out to it, thinking it's the girl he is looking for.
The girl replies meekly, asking who's there. Protag says he's from the police, that he'll come and help her. He ties a rope and throws it down the hole, sliding down.
As he approaches the girl, it comes to light what sort of room he's in. Blood stained curtains hanging from the ceilings surround him, concealing the walls; a wide array of surgical instruments strewn across the floor of the room, by this point the protag begins to worry; a simple missing persons case- seems to be a bit more than that.
The girls asks where he is.
Confused, the protag says he's right here, getting closer to her and more into focus in this darkness. He asks the girl what happened, walking around the table that separated the two.
She asks if she can go home, seemingly ignoring the question. He tells the girl to get up, that he is going to take her back.
The girl starts to cry, saying her legs hurt.
Growing annoyed, he approached the girl on the floor, ready to pick her up. The man gasps and flinches back.
The girls legs were gone.
As were her eyes.
The protag cusses and the scene fades to him picking the girl up.
-next chapter?- or something like that
Scene shows the annoying officer and protag in the chief's office, the three talk over the body found by other officer and the missing persons case the protag was assigned to.
Still a work in progress.
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