Act V

Interlude

Gaspard was silent.

He looked at the passing lights and sounds, he heard many people, cars and he was dazzled by the wonderful lights.

He would've enjoyed it more if he were not in the back of a police car.

Gaspard looked around, behind his back he was shackled and unable to move, he was going to jail for a long time.

"Can you believe this fuck?" The Officer in the passenger seat exclaimed, Gaspard seemed to remember his name was Chuck. Chuck looked like an officer that had one too many doughnuts.

The driver shrugged, "I just can't believe we let him stay in power that long. Doing all those atrocious things." The driver's name was Henry, he was a nice fellow, skinny, almost like a toothpick and can probably break like one too...

Gaspard bit his tongue, he knew what the two were saying was a lie, a terrible, dreadful lie. Yet, speaking would only make matters worse.

Chuck responded, it seemed like he was walking a marathon the way he wheezed and coughed. "Not paying his employees enough, slithering outta paying bills, and worse of all, forcing secretary's to have sex with him to get a job... Horrible."

"Well not too horrible, the way his be looking." Henry replied. Both laughed and Gaspard instantly knew they were from some southern state.

"Far from home you two are?" Gaspard said with his thick French accent.

Fat Chuck nearly leaped off his seat (thankfully he didn't it would've caused an earthquake), "What? What did you say?"

"I said.. You two seem far from home. You sound like Southerners.." Gaspard still glared out the window.

Chuck was about to reply before Henry cut him off, "Yeah, I'm from Florida and Chuck here is from Alabama.. Where are you from Gaspard?"

Chuck glared at Henry but before the fat man could say anything Gaspard spoke. "I hail from France.. I uh.. Was born and raised near Versailles in a small town."

Henry nodded, "That's quaint. So, started from nothing? All alone? Is that true?"

Gaspard sighed, "Why do you care? You're arresting me now."

Chuck finally chimed in, "Yeah, Henry, why are you asking?"

Henry looked at the rearview right at Gaspard, "I'm asking because I wanna know. Is that enough?"

Gaspard stared deeply into Henry's eyes, deep green, he was a handsome man.

"If I'm to tell the truth well.. The story that the media paints about me is false, I.. use it as a way to sell my stocks.. When, in reality, I built my company with five other people."

Chuck nodded, noticeably feeling very proud of himself. Henry looked at him harshly.

"So, who were these five?" Henry asked.

Gaspard looked at the floor of the car, "The first was-"

The cop car was rammed.

Gaspard flew to the right side of the car and cracked his head on the hard metal doors. Blackness was all that came after.

When Gaspard awoke he noticed he was on the floor, with a quick roll to the seat he sat up, he saw that the front right side of the car was pinned to a tree, leaving Fat Chuck in a bloody, pulpy mess. Henry on the other hand looked fine, yet, he wasn't moving. Gaspard hoped for the worst.

As Gaspard looked for a way out he noticed the cop car door of the left side was slightly jammed open, so with a few harsh kicks it flew open with ease. Gaspard quickly crawled out of the slammed car and face first into the hard dirt.

After spitting some dirt out of his mouth, he quickly stood.

He saw that a large red pickup truck slammed into the front of the police car, sending it straight into a oak tree on the side of the road. Gaspard shook his head.

Quickly then, he looked around, no cars or people at all. So, he then ripped open the driver side door, crouched down and grasped the handcuffs keys and quickly undid them. As he rubbed his wrists, he leaned over and grabbed Henry's pistol. He then put it at his waist and ran over to the pickup's driver's door.

He quickly opened it and noticed that the man was dead. No seatbelt, face first into the glass, his head was still sticking out the front end of the window. Without pause, Gaspard quickly ripped the body out of the car as he did so the glass shattered. As the body fell to the dirt, Gaspard kneeled and rifled through the dead man's pockets.

In his left pocket, cigarettes and condoms, too small for Gaspard sadly, in his right a black leather wallet.

He opened the wallet and more condoms fell, Gaspard shook his head with a smile. "Most of these are expired. Poor bâtard." He then took out his driver's license.

"Alex Kingsley. Ohio." Gaspard nodded, "Perfect." As soon as he said perfect, his accent changed to a very bland Ohio accent.

He then threw the license fluttering down the hill, he then took some money, several hundred dollars, and started to drag Alex's.. Gaspard's body near the police car.

Gasp-Alex grabbed the handcuffs he had just taken off and clipped it on Ale-Gaspard. He then took some matches from his wallet, threw Gaspard's body into the backseat and slammed the door.

Gasp-Alex, then saw some leaked gasoline pouring from the tank of the police car. As he was about to light the match he heard a moan...

"Gaspard..."

Gaspard turned around, Henry bloody and broken looked at Gaspard.

"Gaspard... I.... can't move... My legs they're... I can't.. I can't..."

Gaspard stared wildly into Henry's deep green eyes..

Alex then drew his pistol and aimed it at Henry.

Henry looked back at Gaspard, he raised his left hand and began to cry.

"Please.... Gaspard... please... I know you didn't do it... You're too good of a man... Just... I won't say anything.. Oh... God... Let me live.... Gaspard... Please! Gaspard!!"

Gaspard, not Alex, pulled the trigger.