Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 34 | Bad Souls

Ricky knocked on Manson's door. I waited behind him, still trying to calm myself down from what I had read. Someone was trying to kill me. I assumed the person who fired that gun was a Fed but now the possibilities have widened. Out of anger, I wanted it to be. It's hard to believe they would hide in such plain sight and do something so stupid. If someone in the FBI wanted me dead, they could take me out in my sleep.

The real concern comes when Ryan is afraid to speak it out loud. That's what makes me think it could be a fed. Maybe both lines of logic are correct. There could be someone dirty in the agency, or several people. You don't get this high up in national security without a few bad seeds forcing their way in. The evilest of the world want power. I just wish there was a safe place for me to talk to Ryan about it.

For now, I've got something else to worry about. There's always something else, isn't there? It can't ever just be one thing. It's always got to be twenty at once. Manson opened the door as little as he could manage. These doors don't swing in and out. They slide side to side. It was very futuristic but it was annoying when I couldn't slam them. Anyways, I digress.

"Is Twiggy avaible? We need to talk to him." Ricky said.

Manson was never happy to see us but he wasn't exactly unhappy. Aside from when he's around his boyfriend, he acts void of emotion. He stared back at Ricky, "About?"

"The, um," He cleared his throat, "Incident between Kuza and I last week. He was pretty freaked out by it and I wanted to try to talk to him about it."

"He doesn't need a therapist." Manson began to shut the door but I stopped him. He glared at me. If looks could kill.

"The security footage from the attack is missing. The camera cut out. Ricky isn't remembering it right and I know Twiggy saw something that day that no one else did." My voice softened, "Please let us see him. This could be our only chance to get Kuza out of the hold. You've heard the way he screams day in and day out. He's going crazy in there. You of all people should know how it feels for the person you love to be rotting away in a padded room."

His stare remained blank for a moment. Manson reopened the door, letting me in. Ricky tried to follow me but he stopped him. "Just Ghost can talk to him."

Ricky narrowed his eyes, "And why's that?"

"Because you were the one that put him in that hole. I don't trust you." He seethed.

"Fine. I'll be in my office." He responded, heading back down the hall.

"It wasn't Ricky's fault that Kuza was put in the hold. Someone higher up made the call." I told him.

"I wasn't talking about Kuza." Manson replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Twiggy crawled over to him, snuggling into his side. He put his arm over him instantly, as if it was instinct. "I dug my own grave. I chose to commit a crime on national television. When it happened, Twiggy was far, far away. I had him in hiding because he wasn't supposed to take the fall for it. It's Ricky's fault he ended up in prison. I thought you knew that."

There was a chair at his desk that I grabbed to sit in. I moved it in front of the bed and turned it backwards. "Ricky has a nasty habit of glossing over the fine details. How'd he find him?"

"He knew I was the only one that knew. Ricky wouldn't give up until I told him where he was. He had me tortured, physically and chemically. Eventually he let Ryan have a poke at me. He injected me with something, he called it a truth serum. I still have no idea what the fuck it was or what it made me say. I can't remember what I said. The memory is like it's there but it's not. Apparently they got me to tell them where Twiggy was.