TITLE: The Chosen
GENRE: YA Fantasy
A teenage boy, James, is being interrogated as the primary suspect of an elementary school massacre.
"You don't realize the evidence against you, boy. Whose blood's on your clothes? Which child's?"
McGrug's nostrils flared as he flipped the table upright and picked up the projector, turning it on. The miniature replica of the reporter phased into existence on the table. A lump rose in James's throat and he turned away. His gaze fell on the plastic cup of water in front of him where something fizzed at the bottom. Truth serum?
"What did you gain from murder?" McGrug's rough voice faded into the background, replaced by the reporter's.
"--and behind me is the location of the brutal massacre. An unidentified man jumped from the second story and fled as police stormed the scene. Minutes later, they vacated the primary school with a teenage boy. No survivors. The village's Watcher, Gordon McGrug, is currently interrogating the suspect. The boy's identity has not been released, and he has yet to be convicted, but many wonder what could have possessed the killer to commit such a sin in the quaint, peaceful village--"
"Turn it off!" James knocked the cup of water across the hologram, but it was useless. The vivid scene played out unaffected before him, stretched across the table in full view. James's stomach churned. He tried to turn away, but McGrug seized him by the hair and shoved his face into the hologram.
"You can wear their blood but you can't even look at the hologram?" McGrug said. "Fourteen little children. Dead."
"No...." James's heart swelled in his throat as he met McGrug's coal black eyes.
James lost himself. He vaguely felt the tingling sensation of McGrug pulling forward memories of the massacre as he flung his body against the classroom door. But the door wouldn't budge. A chilling scream filtered through. Crying--running--pleading. A thump.