By Greenwind @ MindSay 
Well, I was able to hitch a ride on the back of one of those eighteen wheeler trucks. It was nice for a while, until I saw something much better. A brand new japanese built motorcycle, being driven by some low-life thug of a guy.
That's when two things popped into my mind:
I can get a better, faster ride with that.
and
I can do my part at cleaning up this country of ours.
So I did like they do in the movies. I jumped off the back of the truck onto the guy's motorcycle as soon as I had the chance. Sure took that fellow by suprize. He immediately turned to the side of the road, off into the woods. He started fighting me a bit, using his dinky little brass knuckles and this chain that he kept on the back of his motorcycle.
Pity he wasn't wearing kevlar.
Hah, and a greater pity that I use hollow point.
Anyway, I digress.
After lifting his bike, I went riding off into the city limits. For a while, nothing happened.
Now I'm just sitting here in a shut down gas station, staring through the windows at the stars.
It's such a beautiful night in this crappy city.
Allow me to introduce myself, I'm a rouge, a thief, a desperado.
And if you're lucky enough to be reading this, you must've either lifted it from my dead body or from the body of the man who previously lifted it from my dead body.
I'm not doing this for fame, mind you. I just want somebody to know about one of the greatest heists that ever failed.
Hmm. Writing's harder than it looks. I guess I'll tell you something about my beginings as a thief.
I started out small time, taking cash from kids, that sort of thing. Sure, I look back at that in disgust at myself, but those earnings got me my favorite little toys--my pair of pistols. Semi-automatic, and just oh so beautiful. One silver plated, the other gold plated, with black trim on both. I had them specially made after looking at this object I failed at stealing this one time.
Yeah, it wasn't my first failure, nor was it my last. I tend to fail a bit at my goals. Hopefully, you'll never have to read this thing.
Eh, this isn't much of a first page, but my fire's starting to die out.
Where am I?
The car.. It’s gone.
The road isn’t here either..
What’s going on?
There’s a closed door in front of me. Light seeps out from the edges.
This is my bedroom. It was my bedroom, that is..
When..
When that happened one fateful night.
The light goes out from the door.
Just darkness.
I hear a slight tap. My mind’s just playing tricks on me.
I cuddle with my blanket, my eyes on the door, hoping that the light will return.
I hear some more taps.
I nod off. Or not. I don’t know.
The darkness destroys all time.
There’s a crash.
The lights cut on.
There’s a struggle.
Gun shots.
Three of them.
A scream.
A silence.
Another shot.
Louder.
Shotgun.
“Daddy?”
He yells at me to stay in my room.
Time passes. Police appear.
Mom’s dead. A man’s dead. Dad’s crying.
Time skips again.
“Dad!! I didn’t mean to hurt the dog!! Dad, please! Please!”
He throws me into my room, tapes the lights off, and locks the door.
He yells at me about learning my lesson.
“Dad!! I didn’t mean to burn the carpet! It was an accident. Please Dad, don’t do this to me!”
He throws me into my room, tapes the lights off, and locks the door.
He yells at me about learning my lesson.
“Dad!! I didn’t mean to say ‘damn’ near grandma!”
“I didn’t mean to hit the mailbox with the car.”
“I didn’t mean to overcharge.”
“I didn’t--”
But always, always my room.
ALWAYS IN THE DARK.
The dark.. Alone.
A man should never be punished like that..
At least, not an innocent one.
“Why? Why Dad? Why that? Why didn’t you just ground me!? Or yell?”
I keep re-living my memories in my dreams.
Luckily for me, I wake up.
I’m surrounded by yellow light.
It’s.. relaxing. Nurses surrounding me..
People..
I’m in a hospital.. That crash must’ve done a number on me.
I guess I’m more sturdy than I thought.
“Doctor? Excuse me doctor.. It’s just, I have to leave. There’s a criminal on the loose, and I can’t lose any more. I hope you understand.”
That’s when the media bursts in. I’m still a bit light-headed from the wreck.
I answer the questions to my best..
They leave after getting their fill. Their comfort. I think I’ll have to go back to the wreck..
Follow the clues.
Oh good Lord.. He took the lives of two more. Cops..
I ask a nurse about my clothing, my badge, my gun. She tells me where they are, and that they’re locked up safe.
Hate to do this, but I’ve gotta make a run.
nnnn
12, nnn5I still can’t believe I found this pad of paper or nnn pen I’m using. I’ll just use them both sparsely until I find more. I awoke earlier tonny to find out that I’m insnne of what seems to bn an abandoned house. Odd thing is, it’s fully stocked with food and water. It should last for several months. The doors are all bnnrded up and locked. The locks have been maninnlated to nnere I can’t tinker with them. I don’t know why I’m here, how to get out, or even where here is. Every window has been nninted over from the ounnnde, and thnn some are boarded up frnn the outside as well. There are no toonn available that I have seen so far. I shall continue my search. I wish me luck.
nnnnn
He didn’t have to die. He just didn’t have to end it like this.
I had to get out into the light for a while, I had to get some fresh air.
I needed to be away from that kid’s body.
The police were contacted immediately, and after a few moments, I decided to return to the furniture store.
Two men came with some coroners, and the body was searched.
No driver’s license. No social security card. No credit card. No ID of any type.
That guy was just some John Doe.
I’d hate knowing I was just a face in the crowd.
Nothing special.
Maybe that’s part of why he lashed out against everybody.
When I returned the clunker, the rookies there were just as surprised to see me alive as they were to hear that I, a man twice as old as them, held my own in such a fight. It’s really nothing. I had some special training from a few of my friends over the years. In danger, I kick like a donkey. Great thing about being tall, even if my age has kept me from being as strong as I wanted.
There I go again, rambling on about nothing.
It looks like they’ve been recruiting some more.
A bunch of average men and women. Some youths.
I suppose that few of these recruits are really trained.
Some times I forget why I’m in such a cramped little county.
In fact, I had no reason to get so involved with that serial killer.
Oh, yes, I remember now.
There’s apparently this crime syndicate around here. I’ve yet to find out anymore, since our informants have been dropping like flies.
That’s another oddity in this place.
So many dead people.
It seems like everybody’s dying around here.
At least twelve dead bodies have been found this week. Twelve.
Aside from the nine killed by that John Doe, there were three other bodies we found.
Obviously.
Two were shot in the head, real clean.
The other guy.
Now he was mangled. Guy was the bar tender of this run-down joint.
No, wait.. There were more than twelve deaths this week.
This woman was just innocently riding on the bus with her lover, and the next thing she knew, this man ran towards them, beat her boyfriend to a bloody pulp then fled the scene of the crime. I’m not too sure about that mysterious murder’s details. The woman’s too much in shock, and nobody else from the bus is talking.
I hate this place.
Too bad I’m useful.
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