"You remember the bomb blast? Yesterday, before you caught me?"
"Uh huh."
"I was there."
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I walked away from that alley. I was back on the main streets of New York. I knew that Rodrigo's aliases and I had caused quite a ruckus and if one followed the path we took, they would find Rodrigo's aliases dead. In short, I was definitely in danger. I needed some place to hide. The fight caused my mouth to bleed. I wiped the blood on my shirt, and I tried very hard not to look at that part of my shirt. I found a place where I could divert myself from the past, and also hide from the police, if they began hunting for me. It was a dance fest, organized by a group of some street dancers. I didn't have any cash on me, and this fest was not demanding any from me either. It was a free entrance for everyone. It wasn't really far away from where I was. I decided to go there. A mile or so, and I was there. It was a huge auditorium, the stage was set. It was getting dark, so they had the lights turned on. About half an hour later, the narrator was out. She first called upon this group named 'B-Boyers' on stage. Their dance was simply eye catching- their co-ordination, they're timing of the jumps were all near perfect. While this dance did really catch my attention, what was still running in my mind was why I would pay someone to kill. I was not that kind of a person. Everyone experiences hatred. However, even though my hatred was really high, I didn't want to kill her. The major and conscious part of me didn't want to kill Alexandra Gibson. The thought was not very old in my mind, that the B-Boyers were out of the stage, and the narrator called upon Gibson. Gibson, apart from being a dancer, was a singer as well. She would write songs, compose them, sing them and also choreograph them. I too sang a few of her songs, quite some time back. Now, her latest release, Five Six Seven Eight, a song which she supposedly made just to choreograph it, was playing. The music was lovely, and her dance steps were magical. Her dress, the backdrop- everything complimented the dance in a perfect way. The first verse was done.
'...begin my flight in Five Six Seven Eight..'
The sound after the last four words was deafening. First, the the crowd went mad and were shouting and cheering at the top of their voices. Then, the night lit up. Somewhere between the stage and me, a bomb exploded. I was thrown off my feet. I landed several feet behind my original position. I feel unconscious- not because of blood, but simply because of the explosion. When I regained consciousness, I saw people running helter-skelter. Of course they were. My ears were ringing. My body was all numb. I heard someone right next to me. That person was screaming. He was covered in blood; I was surprised I still hadn't fainted. He war screaming something. "Alexandra!...ALEXANDRA!" My ears were back to normal. There was a lot of screaming and running, but I had my eyes only on this one guy. From since distance away, I heard another person screaming out her name. I recognized her. It was her cousin- Alexandra's cousin. They were both running towards the stage- as fast as their legs could carry them. I was still on the ground. I looked at the stage. She was being helped up by some people- event organizers probably. Then I got up. I started chasing them. I don't know why I was, but my mind and legs were taking me there. I caught him first. The rocks and bricks around me were my weapons. Repeated blows- just the way I killed Javier, but probably these blows were much harder. Mangled face; I then ran towards her. I did the same thing. Another mangled face. Too much blood- I fainted; this time because of the blood. I woke up and saw two security men dragging me. At first, I thought they were here to help me, but no, they were taking me to the police. They probably saw me kill the girl and the boy. I was now out of this building. There were only firefighters- no policemen. One of these security guards called up 911.
"They're on their way." He said.
I saw a gun in the possession of that guard. I kicked myself free and snatched that gun. I shot the guard who still had a gun. The guard from whom I stole the gun kicked the gun out of my hand. The darkness prevented any of us from finding it. So I ran- ran as fast as I could. The guard was also injured by the bomb, I guessed- as he was not able to catch up with me. I ran to the only place I knew- Rodrigo's shack. I finally reached there, and the guard was still behind me. Rodrigo's dead body was still there. I ran into the shack, and now, the guard had his hands on me. I found a metal rod, and I hit his stomach. Then using that, I started hitting him. However, he caught the rod, and punched me. The fight was on. Two minutes, I guess. He was bleeding, and so was I. One more punch on his face, and he fell dead. I was weak as well. I trembled and fell. The fight caused weakness and blood. That combination made me faint. When I got up, I saw blood on my hands. That was when your caught me- yesterday.
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"So that's about all my eight murders. I hope you can do something to help me."
At that moment, one of the officers, who was listening to my story, spoke.
"Mr. Lawyer we have just received Intel that Swinn escaped LA prison a day after White talked to him. We caught him on CCTV in a shop in Manhattan. Him- and Rodrigo- the very same Rodrigo you claimed to have murdered. Yes, we did find the dead body near his shack and he looks just like Rodrigo, we are now waiting for Forensics."
"Clones and duplicates save the day." I said. "I bet you Rodrigo or Swinn wrote that. This is what they were implying. You policemen thought that you had Swinn and Rodrigo by you never did. They were both clones- the Rodrigo I killed and the Swinn in LA."
The officer seemed to believe me.
"Now lets get back to your case White." Said Sears. "What was the reason why you hated Alexandra? What started it all?"
"I reckon I wouldn't be here if I knew."
