Universe (Part 10) (FINALE): Final

Chapter 43

13.8 Billion years later...

The hand moves out of the sand. The sand was scorching hot as he desperately moves out of the sand. Finally getting out of the sand, "H-hot.. so hot.." Brick says. He lays back on the sand. He feels as the scorching sand heathens his buttocks and back, her he couldn't help it, "Where am I.. is- is the rest over? All those... That time. Is it over.. he's gone?" Brick says, looking across the dunes. He sees as a plastic bag rolls over to him, conveniently he grabs the bag and manages to make a pair of underwear out of the plastic bag. He gets up, off the scorching sand and he begins his slow walk across the hot dunes of this desert with the sun blazing hot.

He searched around the desert looking for life, yet all he saw was the endless sandy dunes until he had finally arrived at a small motel. Brick looks up at the sign, he sees the language written on the sign. The language was Arabic, he walked through into the motel having found the language strange. Almost never has he found himself in a language barrier, as usually he'd have his abilities to translate the language for him. But it appeared this time it was different.

He walked into the motel office, being immediately stunned as he sees the office splattered in blood with bodies all layed there with numerous bullet holes in them. Brick looks at the bodies, seeing the man sitting on a chair with bullets in his head, and a man behind the counter in the floor with bullets all across this body, "What was it.." He says, kneeling down to inspect the body.

"Stop right there." A voice says, Brick freezing in place.

"Move and I'll shoot you right in the noggin."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Killer."

"Killer? I ain't no killer. I'm with the CIA, investigating the killing that just happen at this motel. And it seems we're here just in time to catch the son of a bitch who did it. Now lay on the ground and show me where the weapon is." Brick hears the gun click.

"I don't have a weapon, I just woke up here."

"Get on the ground and stay there! I'll figure this out myself! And you will awnser, bystander or killer!" Brick kneels on the ground, as the man searched around, having the gun still pointed at Brick, "Well won't you look at that.. all of them have two bullets at least in them. Conveniently, bullet holes right next to each other. Now isn't that strange? Maybe... this is our man."

"You're looking for somebody?"

"You shut your mouth! What's your name?" The man stomps on Brick.

"Quit stepping on me! My name is Brick!"

"Brick? Well.. looks like I'll have to take you in." The man puts handcuffs on Brick, lifting him up

"I just got here, I don't even have a gun. I woke up in the desert randomly.. I have to find where-"

"Crazy hobo, you're lucky I didn't shoot you right off the bat. And I easily could've gotten away with it, but I'm feeling like a good cop today. So I'll have you with me, you got that?" The man says to Brick, taking him outside inside of a black car with completely tinted windows.

"Dang it.. wait- where are we?"

"How do you not know where you are? Must've gotten lost, didn't you?"

"I- you could say I got lost. I was naked and I got up. I grabbed a bag and put it on myself, I walked in the dunes until I got here. Now sir- where are we?"

The man looks at Brick, inspecting him closely, "Something about you.. you know what? I'll believe you. I trust you." The man takes the handcuffs off Brick, Brick finally released as he's freed.