Klexos

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2/22/2188, 2:00 p.m.

"Defense will be calling Isaac Faraday to the stands." the greying, chubby judge stated.

He was so disconnected from the situation; his eyes were distant and his voice monotone. Meanwhile, I'm walking over to the wooden chair, with my heart in my throat. My head was pounding, the pressure of a thousand secrets waiting to be released.

He babbled on for a while longer, all from memory. I was just another screw up in his eyes.

"You are the sole suspect for the murder of Cameron Waisher." My already aching heart sunk. The chaotic truth swirling around my mind like a tornado. If only I could explain what happened. But, would I have believed it myself, had I not lived it?

He looked at me this time, ice in his black eyes.
"Did you have any relation to the victim, Mr. Faraday?" I visibly squirm, and I swear it makes him smile.
"He was my step brother, sir." I say, feeling a flood of mixed emotions.
"How do you plead?"

How could I deny it? I knew the evidence they had against me. How I wish I was still in the safe embrace of my sweet sumshine.

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Kaisha and I had been in the living room laughing. It had been a fantastic day. We were winding down when there was a knock on the door. To this day I wonder what would have happened had I ignored it.

I looked through our tiny peep hole and what I saw sent a stampede through my chest. I turned sharply towards my wife with worry stamped across my face and guilt within my eyes. They had found me, they found us. My decisions haunting me like ghosts of the past.

My life before was like oil, being mixed together with my crystal clear waters of 'now'. I have a wife, a beautiful pregnant wife. My job is pretty boring but we're happy, it's perfect. So perfect..

5 short years ago I was killing people for a quick buck. I wasn't on my own, I was working for El Diablo. I quickly learned that going solo wasn't an option with him around. He made brutal examples out of plenty of people. I wasn't looking to be one.

I was pretty well off. I tried not to think about where the dirty money came from. If I did, I would tell myself they were bad people. If it had not been me, someone else would surely do it. I always went with quick and painless.

After almost a year, it started to take a serious toll on my psychological health. I felt myself circling the drain, and then I met her. She saved me from my hell. We ran and never looked back.

My sweet Kaisha, I made her and our growing son lock themselves in our bedroom. I hid the cold gun against the small of my back as I slowly opened the door.
"Faraday? Holy hell you look like shit." it was Dallas. We had done some jobs together. He was another foot soldier.

My voice was cautious, "Why are you here, D?"
Dallas looked down, "He found you. You know why I'm here."
Now trembling, I begged,"Just say I wasn't here. Give me some time."
I was hopeful for maybe 4 seconds until I heard more footsteps.

"Now, you really think after chasing you for 5 years, I would simply let you run away again?" Words like icicles, each one more pericing than the last. I couldnt speak.
"I don't forgive, I don't forget. I make examples, Isaac. You can't run from yourself, I am a part of you now." His eyes were serious, deadly, and histerical all in a single stare. He looked undeniably insane. It was him.

"Sir, to say I'm sorry is an understatement. This is all just a misunderstanding." I tried to calm myself, to no avail.

"Oh so you didn't mean to run away like the little bitch that you are? I don't believe you for a second." He glared at me.

"I fell in love, sir. I wanted a family, a normal life." I tried the honest route.
He scoffed, "Family? After I was making you hundreds of thousands?!"
I stumbled back as he took a few steps forward.

"You peasants and your 'families'. Start worrying about yourselves, families do nothing but bring pain."
His words heavy. This poor psychotic man. How he couldn't be more wrong.

"I don't agree." I looked him straight in his dead eyes. But all he did was smile.
"I was hoping youd say that." followed by more feet and the sound of someone being drug up the sidewalk. It couldn't be. Why him?

"You think family is still worth betraying ME?" His voice booms across the room. One of his foot men drag in a very familiar body, his head is covered with a burlap sack. I recognize the compass tattoo on the back of his hand. Cameron, my little brother. His dad married my mom when we were toddlers. My heart was ripping into a million pieces.

El Diablo nods his head and Dallas is immediately at my side jolting my wrist up behind my back. I ignore the pain as I feel his other hand reach for my gun.

"You are so predictable, Isaac." Dallas sides the gun to Diablo. Dallas puts me on my knees and let's the bitch put MY gun to my head. Wishing he would put me out of my misery. Why would I think it was that easy?

They start to tie Cameron's legs together, handcuffing him to the sofa. When I try to stand up I feel the zipties cut into my ankles.
"Cam, I'm so sorry." I broke down, tears escaping my bloodshot eyes.

Everyone leaves the eerie house except Diablo. He's behind me now, still with my own gun to my head.
His whispers danced in my ear, "You're going to shoot him, Isaac. You're going to kill him. Just like you used to." My heart filled my throat, my ears felt like they were listening through water, and I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was drowning.

It felt like hours sitting there on my knees, when in reality it was about 5 minutes. The whole time being pressured to shoot my baby brother. I tried to fight back, but then he threatened to go after my Kaisha. He was quickly bored and spat one last remark at me, "No one will believe I was here. I don't exsist." Suddenly he pulls out another gun to put to my head, shoving my own into my hand but not letting go himself.

Time slowed as he pointed my gun at my brother. I closed my eyes feeling the cold metal of his, hard against my throat. Feeling him pull the trigger, hearing the loud pop, changed my life forever.

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I decided to plead how I felt, as if it would've changed anything. Kaisha spent hours trying to convince me to run away with her, the night before. Tears streaming down her face she tried to forget there was nowhere to run. We both regrettably knew it.

"Guilty, Your Honor." I would never get to see my beautiful family ever again. HE succesfully ruined my life.

"Isaac Faraday, Guilty for the murder of Cameron Waisher. Punishment is immediate Spatial Displacement."