Chicago Police Frame

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated account of a cool Chicago cop, young/respected, whose twin is one of his first Windy-City cases.

A 'very-cool' cop-story inspired by the equally 'cool' American film Internal Affairs (Mike Figgis). Enjoy,

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This is my police-story. I've been a Chicago policeman for a few years, and I've had some tough cases and built a modern American rep as a 'cool' cop of the challenging Windy-City, but one of my cases was my own twin brother who'd leave eerie/cryptic notes at the scene of his bloody murders, comics-doodles, stick-figures, apparently meant to shock my sensibility about his youthful innocence. My name's Amlan Satan, and my twin (Ajay) was the criminal I was tracking. This is that 'comic' tale.

POLICE CHIEF: Amlan Satan is a young/decorated Chicago officer; we respect him and his diligence/resourcefulness/IQ.

My brother (Ajay) was a respected dentist, a graduate of Johns-Hopkins who simply snapped one moment, claiming he was frustrated with turning patients away because of lack of insurance, and his alter-ego (Ajay) became a masked, sunglass-wearing super-psycho of the Windy-City who'd even post some anonymous social-media blogs about the quality of 'vigilantism' oriented sociopathic behaviors, and his Selfies, those contrasting his daytime once-prestigious work as a dentist, were quite funny.

AJAY: Catch me, brother; I just swapped some bank blood-diamonds with toys using acid; this is my reign now, Officer Satan.

When Ajay and I were younger, we used to play chess together. He had an almost 'uncanny' knack at nonstandard randomized quick-speed chess-play, and I'd often wonder if his eccentric genius would lead him to greater paths of ambition, despite his often youthful oddball interests in the 'art' of shopping-mall mannequins.

AJAY: Remember those chess-IQ moments as kids, brother; when I'd teach you about the 'odd' realism behind stalemate-IQ?

I arrested Ajay one day/night of tracking, when I lured him to an abandoned warehouse, promising him I'd get him a special baby-doll figurine named Annabelle to 'soothe' his newfound psychotic-life, and he was sure (he claimed!) this was the 'awakening' he'd always sought and agreed to meet me there, which is when/where/how I stunned him with a tranquilizer. When he got to court, he promised the jury he'd commit suicide before he spent one moment in jail for what he deemed was a 'worthwhile' crusade in the 'modern Chicago antics' of a mad scientist simply exploring 'human' chess.

AMLAN: I got you some of those Aliens comics you used to love in college, Ajay.

AJAY: I'm hardly a dentist anymore, brother!

AMLAN: I know that, Ajay; but I refuse to not doubt that you won't commit suicide (for me!).

AJAY: I ain't promised anything, to anyone, not now (at least); you're clever enough for the two of us, creature.

Ajay committed suicide in prison, and I got a memory-laurel chess-set in his memory. He was an extraordinary dentist and his education at Johns-Hopkins made him really stand-out, which is why I'd mourn his strange deviance and social-control requirement(s) later in his tragic if 'novel-rich' life. I play chess now with myself...remembering Ajay, and thinking why being a 'cool' cop in the challenging Windy-City simply requires a 'daily-dose' of Vitamin-C...and distance(s)!