PATRICK WAS TAKEN aback and his false calm and kind face turned dark. He stared at me with glaring eyes. So, did I.Then his voice cut the dusty air, calm and sarcastic“Then I don’t think I should be telling you how stupid you are.”I felt my anger rising.“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s all over now.”I whisper to myself.30 seconds away. I calculate.“Now! Shut your mouth and work for me asshole! And if not! I won’t think a second to push a bullet through your head!”Deep inside, it did a kind of hurt because I trusted him. Now there’s his real self. I thought and I smirked. 17 seconds more.“You know what? All this time you thought this was your game. But trust me when I say this… You are wrong. I’m the Protagonist here. Now, as much as you used me as a cardboard token of your game, I’m going to use you to achieve the target of my final conclusion. This has always been my game. It’s not Killer Cross Over, it’s Game Over.”I said“What the hell are you talking?”“Too late, mister. They
KENNETH WAS A killer of 31 humans. One of the best Killers in the history which the Intelligence handled. A perfectionist. A person who got caught by Intelligence only because he wanted himself caught. I don’t think the Intelligence would ever be able to figure out who that killer was if he didn’t reveal it to us that day. He was the best killer and the only killer who didn’t get beaten up in the Intelligence. When he was bought to the Interrogation Room, not a single scratch was on his body and even the scratches from the Link territory fight were healed. None of our people had the strength of raising our hands against him because Kenneth… he was one of us.Out of all, my brother Dylan was in the most pain because I’m quite sure not even for a second, not for a second! he thought that the killer was Kenneth and he loved him so much from deep inside.But when we looked at the big picture, we did realize a lot of things. We realized why the killer was a perfection. Of course, he should
IT WAS SO clear how everyone of us wanted the same thing. We wanted him to prove that we were wrong, we wanted him to say he was not the killer, we were ready to go through a hell and do an investigation from the beginning if there was at least one single proof saying that he was not the Killer.“No matter whatever the reason, how could you do that to us?”That was the first time I saw Dylan’s voice breaking so hard and I’m quite sure that was the first and the last time in Ken’s life he felt helpless. Ken may have been at a memory loss but he still knew how much we cared for him and trusted him. That day, the Intelligence Interrogation Room had its first official interrogation which made the Intelligence and the criminal party both felt like they were fallen on their knees and… for no doubt that was the last such.Ken didn’t say a single word but his eyes said it all... and I’m so sure the reason behind his silence was that he knew no matter what he said there was nothing he could ch
“ALLISON. SHE SHOULD probably have hated me and still do not know why she didn’t back then. It was a huge betrayal and if I was in her place, I guess I won’t be that merciful. Back then, at the Interrogation Room I wonder who she saw me as? I guess in her eyes, I was a monster... which was obviously right. Up until now, even if twenty-five years had passed, I never had the courage to reach and ask her anything about that past. We never spoke about it. None of us. It was just like, that we have put a rule to ourselves to keep ourselves shut from that experience.When I first agreed with Link to kill, what was in my mind was to bring justice to my parents. But true, whatever my reasons were, I had no right to kill, I had no right to take the law to my hands but… they said my mom and dad was murdered by the law for no reason so, I saw no justice in that law. I had no memory so I didn’t know that they were lying and I didn’t know what I did was all wrong but true, I had conscious and it w
AFTER I WAS put into the prison, about an hour later, the prison bars opened again.“You have twenty minutes.”said the guard and a figure entered the prison. Levine. I stood up instinctively, I gulped and my mind went blank. He didn’t speak at first. I saw the guards leave, leaving me and Levine as the only people for the yard.I was a prisoner who was prohibited for visitors as a part of the court sentence but he had been specially granted to meet me once and for all for the next six years.“Or maybe… this will be the last time ever”I thought back then. I couldn’t blame him even if it was. What right was there?“Kenneth.”he said. I finally looked at him, it was strange for me to hear my own name.“Finally, I got to call you by your name”his eyes were teary. He had cried, I realized looking at how red his eyes was.No. No. No. He can’t be like this. He can’t be this kind to me. At least he should hate me. He can’t forgive me this easily. Levine. You can’t love me this much.“Ken….
MY LIFE IN the prison for six years was a period of time to collect myself together from the pieces that were scattered during the time of 17 years that I was broken; from the time I lost my parents. Though my memory was lost and though I didn’t know I lost them, still… there was a heavy burden inside me which limited the peace in my mind.For me to realize what that burden was, what I had wanted was a pause in my life; a little time to resurrect myself. Until those years, that I sat in the corner of a dark room with the metal bars in front of me, I did not come to the awareness why it felt so heavy. Finally, when the relief flooded in to my life, how much I wished I had that pause earlier? Maybe then… none of these would have happened.Guilt. It was something that was embarked deep within my conscience and when it got dipped with regret, it had the ability of tearing my soul apart. Killing was not the only thing that bought me guilt and regret. I was a person loved by a lot and still
"IF I HAD to call something as the turning point of my life, I would be calling that day as it. From the day I was born.... there is not a single thing in my life that didn't change. Everything changed. The way I lived, the occupation I did, the people I loved, the decisions I took, the paths I chose, the identity I carried and even my name; Kenneth York. They changed. People questioned them and I myself questioned them. I'll start from the day where everything started to change. Thinking back from now, it was exactly forty-two years ago and I was just a three-year-old kid. Unlike now, those days, the people of the Jailbirds City lived a non-hectic, relaxing and a care-free life; just managing through the days while helping and caring about each other and... happy; at least most of them.But this City has a Story. A Story which holds Memories. Memories which hold Scars and Scars that say... We Survived. My father and my mother were reputed Intelligence Officers and there were three
THE SHOCK OF seeing my mom and dad die in front of my own eyes was a bit too much for me. I think I lost my conscious back then. I don't actually know. However, what I know is that there was a time period that day, which I couldn't remember what happened or what I went through.I remember glimpses of someone carrying me and at that time I couldn’t figure out who. He was clutching me in his hands, firm. My little head rested on his chest and he was so warm that I felt secured."Don't worry. You'll be okay. You're safe."I remember him saying faintly. My eyes felt like burning from crying and I felt like spinning that I found it so difficult to keep my eyes open. I saw the background dark and orange through my watery eyes. Dark should be because it was night and orange maybe fire. That's all I remember and the next time I opened my eyes, I was lying on a bed.My mind blank and empty.The first thing that came to my mind while I was drowsing on the bed was smell. The soap smell. I smelle