This chapter is completely in the perspective of Thomas for full effect
Sirens are like music. When you live in the city, they are a symphony played every night around the same time. They evoke certain feelings, but the biggest one is always relief.
Relief because they aren't for you.
When the sirens play their chaotic notes I know to be afraid. That usual relief turns into a mind numbing fear that switches everything off in my brain, everything but the instinct to flee.
I run like a mad man, which at this point I most likely am, and finally make it to an exit. There is blood dripping down my hands, staining the ground beneath me and leaving a trail.
You need to wash the blood off your hands Tommy.
They're gonna be able to find you Tommy.
I stop dead in my tracks. The voices are back and I feel the familiar tightening in my chest that makes me feel lightheaded. I know I am no longer in control.
On their own accord, my feet begin moving. I don't think I've ever run so fast before. Getting lost in this concrete jungle was not difficult. A conveniently placed parking garage provides me with sanctuary.
My head is aching and my vision is fading in and out. I feel nauseous. I cannot tell wether it is the world spinning or my own head. I stumble into a small space between a Jeep and the wall.
The concrete is cold on my back, on my whole body. I close my eyes and pray that the whirl of emotions in my body will dissipate. The whispers of the voices are like tendrils curling at the edges of my mind. I imagine them as dark coils around neurons.
Darkness permeates my entire world and my breathing begins to slow down. I am falling into a deep slumber, where I will face something I have never wanted to face.
Time to catch the crook.
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Mystery / Thriller"He stands in the rain, bloody and bruised, watching as the crimson liquid intermingles with the precipitation and flows down the storm drain. The voices have finally calmed down, and his mind is clear..."
