The Dark Path (Part 2/2)

The Past Is History

The Past Is History

[Archer’s POV]

It was dark as I walked through the streets of some random town as I looked for a bar to get a drink from. I thought of what had previously happened. Who did Syschela think she was, telling me what I can do and cannot do. It was bad enough that I had to handle the stress of my father’s death. Now I was being told around like I couldn’t make my own decision!

I clenched my fists as I tried to control the demon within me. All these emotions; anger, frustration and confusion, were making it harder to control the darkness. I had to vent out my anger on something. Without thinking, swung my right fist to my right and broke a hole into the wall of a nearby building.

The impact was loud enough that most people on the nearby street stopped what they were doing and turned their heads towards me. A young couple that were heading in my direction looked at me and quickly crossed the street with their eyes fixed on me. As I watched the couple crossed the street, I could smell the fear within them. The demon within me laughed at its progressive attempt in controlling me and instilling fear in humans.

“Stop right there, son!” I heard a voice come from behind me.

I kept looking in the direction opposite of the source of the voice. A few seconds later, I felt a presence behind me and a firm hand gripped my shoulder.

“Look here, son. What is the meaning of this? Breaking holes in walls. We can’t have people doing that in civilized society. You better come with me, son.”

“Oh, I don’t think that will be necessary.” I said with a sneer as I spun around. I looked up and found a six-foot-four policeman in full uniform staring down at me with a stern expression. We stood there for a while in silence. For a moment, the policeman began to lose his cool and almost began to panic but he managed to control himself. What a pity.

He put his right left hand behind my neck as he brought me to his police cruiser. “I’m doing this for your good, son. Young people like you need proper guidance.”

I walked and entered the back seat of the cruiser neither willingly nor reluctantly. The policeman looked at me for a second before pulling out a pair of handcuffs. He chained my left arm, using the handcuffs, to a large hook on the inner side of the door. After doing so, the policeman quickly got into the driver’s seat and locked the doors. As he started the engine, he spoke to me. “Do you want to know why I handcuffed you, son?”

I remained silent and looked out the window at the people passing by, not giving a damn what the policeman to say.

The cop continued speaking anyway as he drove along the road. “It’s because I know young people like you are naïve and reckless. There’s nothing telling what impulsive things you might do.”

I stared at the back of the cop’s head as I began reading through the darkest corners of his mind. “You speak of preventing impulsive things and yet, you yourself have recently done some rather impulsive things yourself, isn’t that right, Matthew?”

The cop looked at me using the rear-view mirror. “How…how do you know my name?”

“I know all sorts of things about you, Matthew. Your dark secrets, your fears,…your LIES.” I spoke with barely a hint of emotion in my tone.

“What…how. No, no. This is just some mind game you’re playing on me. You think you can do that sort of things with me, well you’re out of luck. Nothing can break me! Also, I would prefer if you called me sir.”

“What happened last Tuesday, Matthew?” I asked him. I watched him shuffle uncomfortably in his seat as he drove.

“Nothing happened,” he said but I could smell the fear coming from him. He was lying.