Chapter 3: The Definition of Insanity

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"Find wealth and you'll find me. The colour green is your key. But if no riches can be found, you'll stay with me, forever bound"

The year is 1997. A police car driving through the dense forest. when the car arrives, there were already dozens of police cars and ambulance parked outside a small house, or more like a cottage. Police officers everywhere, one of the police officers ran outside the cottage then he pukes on a nearby tree.

"what took you so long?" asked the puking officer to the lieutenant that just arrived.

"it's goddamn dark out there, couldn't see shit, where's the commissioner?" asked the lieutenant to the puking officer

"he's inside waiting for you" the officer walks towards the door of the cottage

"hey lt!, prepare yourself. You wouldn't be ready to whatever you'll see in there" warned the puking officer.

The officer just nods and walks inside the house, he examines the living room. Pretty normal house for a farmer he thought to himself, nice couch, small fireplace, but felt something is off, it's freezing inside and he smell like something is rotting but he couldn't guess from where.

"Gordon! Bout time you're here. We got a nasty scene here" said the commissioner walking from the other room.

"sir" said Gordon shaking his hand "smells like shit in here, what's the situation?"

"well, why don't you take a look for yourself?" said the commissioner pointing the back door

Lt gordon walks outside through the backdoor. it's a huge field of sugarcane. An officer wearing a full protective suit walks pass him holding a bone. He walks through the sugarcanes, then his face turns to horror. There's a huge hole already dug up by the digging crew with corpses of women and children inside lined up facing towards the cottage. Some of them are already rotting with maggots covering their faces. He covers his mouth and nose with a piece of cloth from his pocket.

"like I said, nasty" said the commissioner

"cartel?" asked the young lt

"well we thought of that at first, but the locals called him a gaiko, whatever the hell that means. And after a couple of interviews the motive was pretty absurd" said the commissioner

"let me guess, he's trying to be the next Bundy?" ask Gordon while examining the bodies

"I wish it's that simple son. Turns out the suspect kills these people for magic" said the commissioner

"magic?" asked Gordon in disbelieve

Back to present time..

"help us john. You did this!. ITS BURNING ME PLEASE" john hears screaming from a lot of familiar voices in his dream, then a loud bang can be heard outside the room, john woken up from his dream hearing evaline screaming from the other room. He run as fast as he can. when he arrived at the living room he could hear a familiar voice "hello john" its Lalo Esquera, a maniac and a ruthless person. he's a bald hispanic man with a scar above his eye, lalo is wearing a black leather jacket. john works for him for a couple years as his gaiko when lalo was starting his drug empire in the city. Then john couldn't take it anymore from how violent lalo was, and inform the police and decided to disappear. Lalo managed to escape the police then he started searching for john for over a year, until today.

"chill hermano, I'm only here to talk" lalo sit in the couch "how are you john? It's been years"

"lalo I just want you to know that I.." said john while interrupted by lalo

"no no.. I know.. I know what you did john. No hard feelings okay? It's like water under the bridge"

"why are you here?" ask john suspicious

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