Post by Tyler Haze on Aug 24, 2008 1:52:35 GMT -5
Red and Blue lights flashed down the alleys, filling them with their blinding light. The sirens echoed off the walls of the buildings as one police car after another rocketed down the road, and screeched to a halt on a bridge, surrounding a lone figure who stood silently looking out over the edge of the bridge. He was bleeding...again, his chest heaving, and his expression one of complete defeat. It had become a fairly common sight as of late, now that Tyler Haze was on the loose again. It hadn't happened in about a month though, and no one understood why he was turning back to the life of a criminal again...even though the reason was as blinding as the sun to anyone who actually cared to look. He was torn by grief, mad at the world, and this was the only way he knew how to react...violence and crime.
Tyler turned towards the guns that were all aimed directly at him, and raised his arms slowly up, locking his fingers behind his head as two officers ran up, took hold of him, and slammed his chest against one of the squad cars and clapped him in hand cuffs. A quick check for weapons, resulting in the finding of the two switch blades they knew they would find on him, he always had them when he was arrested, and his Miranda Rights were read off, not that he listened...he had them memorized by now. They shoved him into the back of one of the cars, and it was off to the police station for Tyler.
Needless to say, none of the policemen were too fond of Tyler. He'd been in jail a total of a year and nine months over his life time, and still he didn't seem to get it. They were getting quite irritated with him, and were starting to wish the judge would just give him a life sentence so they wouldn't have to keep going out and arresting him. Unless he killed somebody though, that wouldn't happen, so they were just going to have to either deal with it and keep hoping that he would straighten out, or else figure out some way to dispose of him.
This time was much different though. Usually after he was arrested, Tyler was more than willing to tell them what was going through his head...why he did it...what he was intending to do...all that good stuff. But this time, he was as silent as the grave. Usually, he was cold and bitter, fit in with all the other criminals, but this time he seemed to be fighting some sort of emotional battle that was slowly forcing him to crumble. He made no eye contact with anyone, he constantly looked like he was on the verge of breaking down, and he seemed to wallow in his misery instead of going down to the gym with the other guys like had had during previous arrests.
At a complete loss as to what to do with Tyler, they attempted to get him to talk to a hired attorney, but still nothing. He hadn't said so much as a word since they'd arrested him. Finally, they gave up after several days, and called one of their previous officers who had always seemed to be able to get people to open up and say something. They didn't care what Tyler said, "hi" or "ok" would have been fine, just anything. They were starting to get more concerned than anything. What had happened to him to cause this sudden change? It was almost terrifying, seeing him like that. For so long he had been the typical criminal who seemed to think they knew everything and just wanted the thrills of criminal activity...but now he seemed like someone who broke the law just to get arrested and locked up away from the rest of the world.
Charlie Parker didn't know Tyler personally, but he knew a lot about him, just like everybody else. He knew that he was the "co-father" of Charlie's best man's twins with the young lady Alessandra who was good friends with Anthony's girlfriend, Alex. He also knew that Alessandra had been killed, and Tyler had seemed quite destroyed by her death at the funeral. He was guessing that it had something to do with that, and if not...well then, he had no idea what was going through the young man's head.
Tyler had been in jail for three days before Charlie was contacted and came down to the station. The moment Charlie came into the "visiting room" and saw Tyler, he knew his suspicion had been correct. Everything about Tyler said that he was hurting and didn't know what else to do except to get himself arrested. His elbows were propped up on the table, and his fingers were interlocked behind his head as he stared down at the table. His breathing was deep and occasionally shaky. His muscular body was completely tensed, every sinew bulging. But most of all, his expression was one that was enough to make Charlie hesitate a moment before approaching him. Tyler literally looked like he was going to kill himself the moment he got his hands on anything that could be used as a weapon.
Unfortunately, Charlie's interference was completely useless. He tried in vain for five days to get Tyler to even just make a sound, but nothing would work. The entire time, Tyler kept his focus glued to the table in front of him, and although every word Charlie said seemed to hit him with the force of a bullet, he didn't once say a word. Charlie tried everything he could to get Tyler to open up, but it was all worthless. Tyler was determined to stay silent, and when he set his mind to something, there was almost no possible way you could change it.
Finally, after five days, Charlie gave up. There was only one thing he could do now. Tyler was obviously very emotional currently, and Charlie was going to have to use that against him. He hated to do it that way since he really preferred to not make them hate him, but he had to, for Tyler's own sake, he had to. They weren't holding him on charges of anything anymore, they were just holding him because they were afraid that if they let him out he would hurt someone, possibly even himself. He was a complete emotional train wreck, and there was no telling what someone in his condition might do in any given situation.
Hey Alex, it's Charlie. I know you're probably busy since you have ten million things to look after with the horses, the kids, and Anthony, but I really think you need to know this. About a week ago, the cops picked up Tyler again for aggravated assault. I guess he ran into the guy who was responsible for Alessandra's...passing... and as it turns out he was one of the guys in Tyler's old gang and the two of them got into it. The other by came out of it pretty well, not a whole lot of damage, and with Tyler it would seem to be the same, except that we're afraid he might try to uh...kill...himself if we let him go.
I talked them out of informing any sort of media about his arrest, and anonymously paid his bail, but I don't know how much longer I can keep him out of the psych ward on suicide watch. He's more a danger to himself, I think, than to anyone else.
I've been trying to get him to talk, but he hasn't said a word to anyone since he got arrested. It probably sounds almost cruel, but I really think we need to get him to completely fall apart before he'll say anything. I'm heading back down to the station tomorrow at 3:00 in the afternoon if you'd like to join me and see if you can't get him to say something. Maybe try bringing his daughter along with you. I wouldn't have asked you to do this if I thought there was another way. If you can't, or don't want to that's fine...I just thought I might suggest it. Thanks for your time, sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
That was the extend of his message to Alex. He had called her to ask, and of course, gotten her voice mail. It was about 5:30, which meant she was either out riding, or watching Anthony ride and wouldn't have her phone with her. He really hoped she would accompany him down there, otherwise, he wasn't sure there was anything they could do to save Tyler from being sentenced to getting sent to the psych ward on suicide watch. That was the last thing he wanted for him. He was much to young to waste away in there...only 19 years old. Sure Charlie was only 21, but still...19 seemed so young, and he could see potential in Tyler if he could just get things straightened out again.
Tyler grudgingly let the policeman lock the chains on his ankles and wrists. He still hadn't made eye contact with anyone, and he hadn't said a word. He stood up slowly to keep his balance, considering his hands and feet were sort of connected now. No one really thought he needed the shackles, but it was protocol and they would all get into big trouble if they let him into the visitors room without them. He was still considered dangerous because of his instability, and they couldn't take the risk of him trying to kill someone.
He settled himself heavily at the table they designated to him facing the door. It would only be a few minutes now until someone walked through that door to try to get him to come out and talk. It wouldn't work...or so he thought. He heard the door open and glanced up quite briefly to see who it would be this time, and looked back down perhaps a bit too quickly. He had not been expecting Alex and his daughter to follow Charlie through that door. This was no good at all...he wasn't sure he could handle this...that baby reminded him so much of the woman whose death had driven him to this "madness," and he didn't think he was strong enough to face her yet.
Tyler turned towards the guns that were all aimed directly at him, and raised his arms slowly up, locking his fingers behind his head as two officers ran up, took hold of him, and slammed his chest against one of the squad cars and clapped him in hand cuffs. A quick check for weapons, resulting in the finding of the two switch blades they knew they would find on him, he always had them when he was arrested, and his Miranda Rights were read off, not that he listened...he had them memorized by now. They shoved him into the back of one of the cars, and it was off to the police station for Tyler.
Needless to say, none of the policemen were too fond of Tyler. He'd been in jail a total of a year and nine months over his life time, and still he didn't seem to get it. They were getting quite irritated with him, and were starting to wish the judge would just give him a life sentence so they wouldn't have to keep going out and arresting him. Unless he killed somebody though, that wouldn't happen, so they were just going to have to either deal with it and keep hoping that he would straighten out, or else figure out some way to dispose of him.
This time was much different though. Usually after he was arrested, Tyler was more than willing to tell them what was going through his head...why he did it...what he was intending to do...all that good stuff. But this time, he was as silent as the grave. Usually, he was cold and bitter, fit in with all the other criminals, but this time he seemed to be fighting some sort of emotional battle that was slowly forcing him to crumble. He made no eye contact with anyone, he constantly looked like he was on the verge of breaking down, and he seemed to wallow in his misery instead of going down to the gym with the other guys like had had during previous arrests.
At a complete loss as to what to do with Tyler, they attempted to get him to talk to a hired attorney, but still nothing. He hadn't said so much as a word since they'd arrested him. Finally, they gave up after several days, and called one of their previous officers who had always seemed to be able to get people to open up and say something. They didn't care what Tyler said, "hi" or "ok" would have been fine, just anything. They were starting to get more concerned than anything. What had happened to him to cause this sudden change? It was almost terrifying, seeing him like that. For so long he had been the typical criminal who seemed to think they knew everything and just wanted the thrills of criminal activity...but now he seemed like someone who broke the law just to get arrested and locked up away from the rest of the world.
Charlie Parker didn't know Tyler personally, but he knew a lot about him, just like everybody else. He knew that he was the "co-father" of Charlie's best man's twins with the young lady Alessandra who was good friends with Anthony's girlfriend, Alex. He also knew that Alessandra had been killed, and Tyler had seemed quite destroyed by her death at the funeral. He was guessing that it had something to do with that, and if not...well then, he had no idea what was going through the young man's head.
Tyler had been in jail for three days before Charlie was contacted and came down to the station. The moment Charlie came into the "visiting room" and saw Tyler, he knew his suspicion had been correct. Everything about Tyler said that he was hurting and didn't know what else to do except to get himself arrested. His elbows were propped up on the table, and his fingers were interlocked behind his head as he stared down at the table. His breathing was deep and occasionally shaky. His muscular body was completely tensed, every sinew bulging. But most of all, his expression was one that was enough to make Charlie hesitate a moment before approaching him. Tyler literally looked like he was going to kill himself the moment he got his hands on anything that could be used as a weapon.
Unfortunately, Charlie's interference was completely useless. He tried in vain for five days to get Tyler to even just make a sound, but nothing would work. The entire time, Tyler kept his focus glued to the table in front of him, and although every word Charlie said seemed to hit him with the force of a bullet, he didn't once say a word. Charlie tried everything he could to get Tyler to open up, but it was all worthless. Tyler was determined to stay silent, and when he set his mind to something, there was almost no possible way you could change it.
Finally, after five days, Charlie gave up. There was only one thing he could do now. Tyler was obviously very emotional currently, and Charlie was going to have to use that against him. He hated to do it that way since he really preferred to not make them hate him, but he had to, for Tyler's own sake, he had to. They weren't holding him on charges of anything anymore, they were just holding him because they were afraid that if they let him out he would hurt someone, possibly even himself. He was a complete emotional train wreck, and there was no telling what someone in his condition might do in any given situation.
Hey Alex, it's Charlie. I know you're probably busy since you have ten million things to look after with the horses, the kids, and Anthony, but I really think you need to know this. About a week ago, the cops picked up Tyler again for aggravated assault. I guess he ran into the guy who was responsible for Alessandra's...passing... and as it turns out he was one of the guys in Tyler's old gang and the two of them got into it. The other by came out of it pretty well, not a whole lot of damage, and with Tyler it would seem to be the same, except that we're afraid he might try to uh...kill...himself if we let him go.
I talked them out of informing any sort of media about his arrest, and anonymously paid his bail, but I don't know how much longer I can keep him out of the psych ward on suicide watch. He's more a danger to himself, I think, than to anyone else.
I've been trying to get him to talk, but he hasn't said a word to anyone since he got arrested. It probably sounds almost cruel, but I really think we need to get him to completely fall apart before he'll say anything. I'm heading back down to the station tomorrow at 3:00 in the afternoon if you'd like to join me and see if you can't get him to say something. Maybe try bringing his daughter along with you. I wouldn't have asked you to do this if I thought there was another way. If you can't, or don't want to that's fine...I just thought I might suggest it. Thanks for your time, sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
That was the extend of his message to Alex. He had called her to ask, and of course, gotten her voice mail. It was about 5:30, which meant she was either out riding, or watching Anthony ride and wouldn't have her phone with her. He really hoped she would accompany him down there, otherwise, he wasn't sure there was anything they could do to save Tyler from being sentenced to getting sent to the psych ward on suicide watch. That was the last thing he wanted for him. He was much to young to waste away in there...only 19 years old. Sure Charlie was only 21, but still...19 seemed so young, and he could see potential in Tyler if he could just get things straightened out again.
Tyler grudgingly let the policeman lock the chains on his ankles and wrists. He still hadn't made eye contact with anyone, and he hadn't said a word. He stood up slowly to keep his balance, considering his hands and feet were sort of connected now. No one really thought he needed the shackles, but it was protocol and they would all get into big trouble if they let him into the visitors room without them. He was still considered dangerous because of his instability, and they couldn't take the risk of him trying to kill someone.
He settled himself heavily at the table they designated to him facing the door. It would only be a few minutes now until someone walked through that door to try to get him to come out and talk. It wouldn't work...or so he thought. He heard the door open and glanced up quite briefly to see who it would be this time, and looked back down perhaps a bit too quickly. He had not been expecting Alex and his daughter to follow Charlie through that door. This was no good at all...he wasn't sure he could handle this...that baby reminded him so much of the woman whose death had driven him to this "madness," and he didn't think he was strong enough to face her yet.
