Until next morning... It was only me who was awake. In the distance I saw a lean boy of about 20 running this way. I had to warn Gale. I called out to him- shouted twice, thrice. He woke up.
"Look. You recognize him?"
"Yeah. He's my man. He sent us them silencers."
Right. He came this way, opened the door.
"So he's the man you broke out with eh? My name's Viktor. Let's get to the main news. Firstly, the police have been inactive for quite a while now. The reason is something which might please you- that girl you wanted to kill says she cannot live with only half her family and so she has surrendered herself to ya. You can kill her and apparently she has told the police to do nothin'. Now I ain't sure if the police is really gonna stay outta this. But I'm sure this girl is gonna stay in the Liberty State Park all day long. She's already out there. It's on the TV. 'Girl ready to sacrifice for Wanted Criminal.'"
The fire had spread all over my body now. I was not able to take control of my emotions. Anger, hatred and fear - I couldn't differentiate between them now.
"What time is it?" I asked, without knowing if the question has any significance, whatsoever.
"10 o' clock. I ain't done yet, man. The second thing I wanted to tell ya is that this man named Bill Sears sent you a letter. It was in the jail. You see, I am a double agent- I get info from the criminal world and give it to the police, and vice versa."
I didn't pay attention to what he was saying. As soon as he handed me the letter after mentioning it, I opened it and started reading. I was not paying attention to that either. My mind was not staying on one thing- I was as restless as possible.
"Liberty State Park?" I asked.
"Uh huh."
"I'm going."
They stopped me. I was acting like a fool, that said, and I knew it. Going out was foolishness, I was not even sure if Gibson was indeed in the Park. What if it was a trap?
They gave me a knife, and a handgun. They said that I should take aim from far so that nobody notices me, for which they were ready to give me a sniper also. However I turned the offer down. My head mask was hurting me now- I had taken it off at times when no officer was looking at me but now, I thought it was not going to make any difference if I wore it or not- the police would catch me either ways. I was too impatient. I did not read the letter. I kept the letter in my pocket, and I walked out.
Two miles in the direction opposite to which we came from, and I reached a street. I remembered this place- Garfield Avenue. This was really close to the Park- about 3 miles. I walked. People were staring down at me, from their house windows, their cars, and passerby's were literally following me. This three mile walk felt really long. Police officers were looking at me, I was surprised they were doing nothing. Maybe Gibson was indeed there. I finally reached. She was there, by a tree. It seemed all police cars had made the Park their parking area. Officers were not pointing their guns at me or anything, but they were watchful. I walked up to her. While doing so, I noticed snipers at a distance. I knew they were going to kill me as soon as I inflicted any harm on Gibson. Nonetheless, the beast inside of me guided me to her. The beast was in full control of me. I took the gun, pointed it at her face, and shot. She fell on to the ground. I fired continuous shots into her head. The police didn't do anything. I guess it was true that Gibson told them to do nothing. I ran - I saw the snipers just looking down at me. I took the next turn, still looking at the snipers above me. I crashed into a man, and his keys fell down. I picked them up, and he pushed me. The keys were still with me. I was on the ground, he started walking towards me. I ran. To be honest, I was scared- scared that I would be sent to prison for something I never intended- stealing keys. But here he was, chasing me. He chased me tirelessly. We ran two miles and he was continuously catching up with me. I climbed up a building and he followed me, of course. It was while climbing up these stairs, that I knew what Sears was implying in his letter.
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"Dear White,
I know that you will not be in prison when you would be reading this message, but I know that you will read it. In this hope, I want to explain what is really going on with you. You not knowing why you hated her, suggested a theory to me. That's one of the symptoms- of being a part of the loop.
If you'd remember the last words we spoke, I told you that you were helpless. I believe you were, in sorts. There's this theory, which I believe is what happens all around us, and you were a part of it. 'Boucle Niveaux' is what I'm reading about. It translates to Looped Levels. That's what the theory is all about. It says that everything is a loop, and different points on this loop, happen on different levels. In your case, the loop started off when you killed Javier. Javier was paid to kill Alexandra, but he failed to do so because you killed him. As the loop was still running, Alexandra had to be killed. Let me tell you one more thing. Your photo being in the possession of Rodrigo wasn't because you gave Javier money to kill, it was your 'loyal' friend. We interrogated him a day after you were arrested, and he agreed to have given money to Javier to kill Alexandra, and your photo to Javier, telling them that if anyone asked, they would say that you paid Javier. Now Javier told Rodrigo that you had paid him, so Rodrigo was not lying.
As I earlier said- I know you won't be reading this in jail. However I just hope you keep this in mind before venturing out- Never venture out. The police will have laid a trap. Now Alexandra might do anything she wants, but the police, without telling her, will plan to capture, or even kill you. They will help you even break out. Whatever you do, is co trolled by them. They will guide you to their zone of full control, and do what they want. So never believe what's in the paper, because even a thin paper has its own layers.
I know I shouldn't be helping you. I really don't know why I am.
Yours truly,
Bill Sears."
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The letter was impressed upon me. One thought- if my friend, Rick Holland paid Javier to kill Alexandra, which Javier failed to do so......and I killed Alexandra...... and if Sears didn't know why he was helping me......the letter said- '...everything is a loop, and different things on the loop, happen in different levels.'
Then an FBI agent ran up the very stairs I ran up, and he fired a bullet straight into my head. Darkness all over.
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THE END.
