3 0 0 5 ~ Chapter 2

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83rd Precinct. 2 AM. Interrogation Room!

THEY got me locked up. Its not like stabbing a guy in the neck is a crime for petty theft! "You think you're a hero!?" Officer Bailey. Part time investigator. Full time asshole. "I'd like to consider myself one. Stopping a guy from killing anyone else on the bus is what you call, a courageous act!" I said. "I personally dont give a damn! Your being charged with first degree murder,"said Bailey. "And what about the killer. The one I had to kill. Have you forgotten why I'm here?" I said furiously. "Actually, I havent." He walked out. I had 5 minutes alone with my thoughts. And all I could do was hum 3005 by Childish Gambino. "No matter what you say or what you do, when I'm alone I'd rather be with you. And F@&! these other niggas I'll be right by your side, till 3005. HOLD UP!" Then 4 guys in black suits walk in. They watched me. I watched them back. The one with glasses didnt even flinch a little. And he should have cause it was freezing cold in this room. Then he said it. "I dont believe we've met, Mr. Lamar Henry." "How do you know my name." I asked. "Listen, you might not take this the right way. But you arent supposed to be here." he said. "I think I know that already, I saved lives!" "Yeah, at the expense of two other lives." "But I only killed the shooter." I said. "The bus drivers name was Gerald Picker. He was 56." he said. That was him. The forgotten. Gerald Picker. "Listen kid, you were a mistake. You wasn't supposed to be born." he said. "What are you saying?" I asked. "You are what we like to call, "A Glitch!" he said.

And til 3005, I'll Hold On.

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