Twice in a lifetime: Book 2

the interrogation

A week had passed, it was now Saturday. Mr. Sam had driven down to the police station to meet his friend, the hero Curfew. He exited his car and spotted Curfew on the front steps of the station.

"Nathan Kelly!" Mr. Sam said.

"Samuel Eden!" Curfew responded. "Sergeant O'Leary is inside with the crooks who attacked the disaster training center. Well, two of them, and one has gone unresponsive."

"All businesses with you, just the way I like it. So, tell me what we know." As they were walking in, they were greeted by Sergeant O'Leary and pointed towards the interrogation room.

"The one we got in there." Curfew said. "Says his name is, get this, Smith Rage. Of course, there's no one on file with that name. Even weirder is, says he'll only talk to you. He says he wants to see, and I'm quoting him directly here, the smuk who thought they could best me inna fight." Without another word Mr. Sam stepped into the interrogation room and sat down across from Smith Rage, who was smiling.

"Tell me." He said to Mr. Sam, looking him in the soulr ather than the eyes. "Just how many did Natey kill before he got away? Must hurt that he's still out there."

"He didn't kill anyone." Mr. Sam said. Upon hearing this, Smith wheezed out a sort of painful laugh.

"You probably just don't want to talk about all those poor students of yours, first he takes their eyes, then he takes their lives."

"How do you know he's still out there?" "For all you know he's in the cells down the hall."

"You can't fool me. The boss wanted him back, so he's with the boss."

"You're not the boss?" Mr. Sam was getting close to answers.

"Of course, there's another boss. She hired me, and she was hired to hire me. Myt urn. Tell me, tell me, tell me!" His wheezing became harder and more sporadic. "Where'd that old vigilante come from?"

"Old friend." Mr. Sam said. Smith started to laugh.

"I get what you're saying. nice gag that one." Mr. Sam clenched his fist and turned his head to face Smith.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ha ha hah. "Smith interchanged wheezing and laughing. "One of your little brats have some sort of illusion-based power? Oh that. Is. RICH. HA HA HA." Smith would not stop laughing manically. Mr. Sam slammed Smith's head onto the table, knocking him out. Mr. Sam left the interrogation room and met with Curfew.

"How many dam times do I have to tell you not to attack them after we have them in custody?" Curfew yelled.

"He was threating my students, no, my children. I set him straight. Make sure he rots."Mr. Sam said as he exited the building