Je me suis décidé, après mûre réflexion, à poster mon petit one shot. Pour ceux qui ne connaîtraient pas ce terme, il s'agit simplement d'une courte nouvelle d'un chapitre. Par contre elle est en anglais, mais j'ai également fait une traduction pour ceux qui auraient du mal à comprendre.

/!\ ATTENTION: Certains passages sont assez gores, donc si vous êtes du genre sensible, abstenez-vous de lire. (Et ne venez pas vous plaindre si vous le faites quand même, vous êtes prévenu).

Three days passed before they found the body. Three long days that the officer Hans Reinhardt and his teammate were floundering in uncertainty and didn't know where to turn. Obviously, the killer didn't seem to act with the same logic as the others. But fortunately, that morning, Hans's boss called him and told him that the body had been found in a field near an abandoned barn. An hour later, he was on his way to the crime scene. The ride was supposed to last over two hours, and there was not much to do in the car. He tried to pick up a book, but he couldn't read a single word, then a low thud and a muffled voice interrupted him. He looked up at his teammate sitting next to him and raised an eyebrow with perplexity. He had put his headphones on, and was banging the music beat with his feet, shaking his head and half singing the lyrics.
'Can't you keep quiet over more than a minute, Parks ?!' He said in a grumpy tone.
'I'm sorry Hans, but I'm so excited !'
'There's no reason to be so... We're not going to see a show, y'know? We're going onto a crime scene, a murder. It's supposed to be sad, horrible, and...'
'And so exciting !'
'Oh, keep it down !...'
Fredrick Parks was the last rookie of the crime squad, and it was his first investigation. He shouldn't be more than thirty years old, and had a special gift for bringing the old officer out of it. He was young, handsome, and kind. Always laughing and trying to "set the mood", as he used to say. With his fashionable look and his charming smile, he was the kind of guy people appreciate right away. He was exactly all that Hans hated.
Some time later, the driver parked on the side of a small dirt road, not far from the barn. The two officers left the car and went to the field, trying to avoid the mud puddles everywhere. Other officers were already there, waiting for them.
'Ah, Hans, there you are.'
'Hi, guys. You haven't moved the body, have ya?'
'No, don't worry. No one approached it, we've been waiting for you to take a look at it.'
It was a girl. A young girl. Maybe seventeen or eighteen years old. Her naked body was as white as snow, contrasting sharply with the fetid brown mud she was lying in. She was covered with blood and wounds, probably made with a knife. A huge cut, coming down from the top of her chest to her hips, uncovered her dull red flesh and her guts, spread helter-skelter around her. The young Parks let out a disgusted groan at the sight of this macabre scene. Hans looked at him annoyed.
'I warned you, kid.' He thought, before covering his nose and mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, and crouching beside the corpse. The girl's eyes were still wide open, frozen towards the rainy sky in an expression of deep suffering. The worms had already begun to gnaw her delicate skin. The officer looked at her sadly. He wondered, once again, how humans could be so cruel to each other. He knew that only one percent of serial killers were really psychotic, all others were well aware of their actions, and this fact was just finishing to disgust him of human beings.
'When you're done being such a coward, maybe you'll take pictures of the body. It's your job, isn't it?' Hans said ironically, still staring at the corpse just as if he was mesmerized.
'Uh... Well, the thing is... I'm not sure I can stand it for very long…'
'Can't stand what? I thought you were 'so excited'. Come on, Parks! You're not supposed to stand there doing nothing. Stop acting like a child and take out your camera!'
The young man still hesitated a moment, before putting his bag on the floor and crouching to get his equipment. His look was then attracted by something unusual that was sticking out of the wet ground. He came closer and saw with astonishment a footprint, half erased by the rain.
'Hey, Hans, there's something here!'
'What?'
'It's a footprint. I guess the killer forgot to scrub it before he left.'
The old officer knelt down next to his teammate and took out a magnifying glass from his pocket. While watching the trace in the mud, he gently patted Parks's shoulder.
'It seems you're actually not as dumb as you look ! Let me see... It seems there was a kind of blazon engraved on the sole of this shoe. I cannot quite read the name that is written... I think it's... Markowski, something like that.'
'Markowski ? What a brand ! These shoes are so expensive, it's a luxury killer we have there!'
'Oh, wait... I'm sure I've already heard that name recently...'
Hans began to think about it, while Parks was taking pictures of their discovery.
'That's it!' He shouted suddenly, startling his teammate who dropped in the mud. 'You remember last week, when the boss called me into his office ?'
'Uh... yeah.' Parks grumbled, removing the dust on his clothes.
'He wanted to talk about the investigation, but instead he began by showing me the new shoes he'd just bought. You know me, I absolutely don't care for fashion, so I didn't pay any attention. But I remember now, that's when I heard that name, Markowski ! '
'Wait a minute... You mean, the boss could be... the killer ?'
The officer was about to answer, when his cell phone started ringing.
'Hello?'
'Hi Hans, it's me. So, how's the investigation?'
'We haven't found the criminal yet, boss. But I think we've got a lead...'

© Aël G. - Do not copy.

Pourtant je l'ai donné à corriger à ma prof d'anglais. xD (Qui a sauté au plafond en disant que c'était horrible, mais qui m'a quand même mis une assez bonne note. )
Qu'est-ce que tu as relevé comme fautes, que je puisse corriger ?

Par contre il n'y aura pas de suite, c'est précisément le principe du one shot. ^^ Tout l'intérêt était de trouver une bonne chute, et je me suis bien cassé la tête. (N'empêche, ça aide de regarder Dexter et Zone Interdite haha). Enfin, je dis ça, mais j'ai très envie d'en faire une fiction. J'ai même déjà fait le plan et tout. Seulement, je n'arrive pas à écrire...

En tout cas je suis content que ça te plaise, ça me fait plaisir.

Bon, eh bah je vous annonce qu'aujourd'hui, j'ai enfin pris en main mon projet de fiction (comme quoi c'est utile les cours de philo, au moins pour écrire ). J'ai terminé d'écrire la 1ère partie du chapitre 1, et je vais essayer d'écrire la 2ème ce soir.
Il y aura les mêmes personnages que dans mon one shot, à quelques différences près, et ce ne sera pas une "suite", mais en tout cas ce sera sur le même thème.
Donc voilà, je pense que je posterai un nouveau sujet quand j'aurai écrit déjà quelques chapitres. (si j'y arrive !)