The man with the gun

Chapter One: His Betrayal

In the dark he appeared out of nowhere as his bloody hands opened the closet door. He pulled out the body slowly and laid it on the floor and proceeded to wrap it in plastic. He looked at his watch, quarter to midnight. He finished wrapping the body of the person he once knew, shoved it in his duffle bag with a golf club and walked to the door opening it slowly; peering out looking for any signs of human activity. He saw no sign of people as he walked out and locked the door. He got into his car and drove into town, he went down a dark alley just off West lane, and he dropped the body by a dumpster as fast as he could without anyone noticing. Then again, it was almost one in the morning and if anyone was out right now, they were probably too drunk or stoned to remember any of this in the morning. He got back into his car and drove off as fast as he could. He drove for as long as he was able to. He needed to get away from this place. He was a little afraid. He had never done something like this before, but he lashed out. He gripped the steering wheel tightly saying to himself Kevin what were you thinking? You are an idiot. I know you were pissed at Mark, but you did not have to kill him. He is your brother. Your own brother. And now he is gone, and it is all your fault. Why is it so hard for you to be a civilized human being and talk things out, rather than getting angry? He got about four hundred miles before it was seven in the morning. He turned on the radio, and the news came on. People had already discovered the body. People were scared for their lives. They lived in a town with minimal crime. The biggest things were fights and drugs. Murder was not something that was all that common. Not to say it never happened. But whenever it did happen, it changed everything. The people felt unsafe living in a town where there was a murderer on the loose but little did they know, the murderer was the victims brother who had already escaped. Every channel he turned to, there were reporters talking about the murder. He turned off the radio and kept driving. He was not really sure where he was going, all he knew was that he needed to get as far away as possible and start a new life. It is not like he wanted to run away but he was not sure what else to do. He did not mean to kill his brother he was just so angry with him. He thought to himself about the night that he had killed his brother, he was just getting home from a late day at work when he walked into his room and found Mark with his wife. He was shocked. He was so angry. He and Mark had been yelling at each other for a while, then he shot Mark in the chest. The shock hit him, he could not believe what he had just done. His wife was screaming and yelling. He tried to hug her and comfort her, but she refused. She ran away, she left as fast as she could. The thing that scared him most was that he was afraid she would report him for this. But so far no one had tried to get into contact with him. It was most likely true that no one knew he had left town. So even if he had been reported they would not be able to find him. Or at least he hoped. He stopped at the closest town he could find. He needed to get something to eat, and then find some place to sleep. He had to think of a plan. He needed a disguise. He needed an alias if he was going to be hidden, if his identity was going to remain a secret. He pulled into Robbys Bar and Grill and went inside. Table for one, he said to the waitress. He sat down and looked at the menu while thinking about his plans. My name is Leslie and I will be your server for today, what can I get for you? He looked at the woman standing before him trying to make as minimal eye contact as possible in case his name or face had been reported. Glass of coke please. She looked back a little surprised but with little hesitation she said coming right up sir and walked away. From across the room he could hear the news playing. The news reported that the body had been identified as Mark Jackson, a 22 year old from Denver, Colorado, Mark was last seen at work two days prior to discovery. Kevin tried his best to not appear suspicious. He started to space out when Leslie came back. are you ready to order? Kevin came back to earth and noticed that Leslie was standing in front of him. Are you ready to order? He looked up at her feeling slightly uncomfortable yes, sorry been a long day. She looked back at him and nodded it is fine sir, what can I get for you? he picked up the menu again, turned to the page that had his item of choice. Can I get the double bacon burger, no lettuce, no onion, and extra Barbecue sauce, and a side of fries please? She wrote his order down, nodded her head and walked back to the kitchen and gave the staff his order. After about 20 mins, she came back with his food. He ate it as quickly as he could. Paid his bill and left a tip. And Kevin tried to get out of the restaurant. When he got to the door he could see the stream of police cars surrounding the restaurant. He walked quietly towards the back of the restaurant. He ran back to the bathroom, checking to see if there was a window. He was doing the best he could to be quiet and not be suspicious, but it was really hard. His heart was beating quicker with each second that he was trapped in this restaurant with a swarm of police as if someone had just blown up a building sixty stories high. He did not know what to do. He was running out of time. In the bathroom, it was just a one stall room with one window barely big enough to fit a dog through. He stood up on the toilet, looked out of the window in both directions, trying to see how close they were. They did not appear to be guarding the bathrooms very well. What really made him curious was, how no one else had noticed them. Why no one else was panicking. Why no one else seemed to be bothered by the fact that there were at least fifty cops outside with guns loaded in their hands. Who had called anyways, who figured out that he was a suspect? He had never visited this town before, so no one knew he and Mark were related. Before today neither of them had existed to any of these people. He was beginning to believe this was the end. He was unable to escape. Before he could figure out a plan, he heard screaming, and people yelling. He heard men with deep voices yelling at people inside. Kevin had to think of something, he had to hide. He leaned against the wall, and within a few seconds the wall had fallen from behind him and he appeared in another room. A room he did not know was there. It was some kind of secret room, since there was no one down here. He walked around this strange unfamiliar space. Trying to figure out where he was, and how he got here. He was sure no one knew he was down here, so the police would most likely not find him. He continued to wander around the secret space, taking in all of the emptiness and objects that surrounded him. As he kept walking he approached another room, with an odd smell. He tried to open the door. It was locked. The room was not labeled. So it was hard to say what was beyond this door. But Kevin was not going to stop. He needed something to fill his time, something to buy him time while the police were upstairs. And to think of it, he knew how he got there, but he was not sure how to get out. Until he could figure a way to get out, he was going to figure out exactly what was going on down here. In the distance he could hear sounds, weird sounds, and mysterious sounds. Sounds that seemed animal like. He had heard these sounds before, he just was not sure what they were. He left the door, remembering where it was, in case there was another part of this layer he was not aware of, in case there was another secret passage. He wanted to come back to this door, find a way in, but right now as he was walking the sounds were getting progressively louder. He turned down the narrow hall, and he couldnt believe his eyes. How has no one seen this? He was disgusted. He looked around, thinking to himself that there had to have been at least fifty cattle in here. Wait. Cattle. Restaurant. Odd smell. Oh my gosh! They are slaughtering these cattle for food. That is illegal! Wait, who I am kidding, I am the guy who just murdered his brother, illegal is not even a word. The pieces were beginning to come together. Hey back off, you do not know anything about me, or about this place. We are up to date on everything. We passed the health codes. So back off. We have done nothing wrong. Kevin could hear people from upstairs. He was assuming it was the owner, or probably an employee.  Kevin heard a big crash and then gun shots. People screaming. Before he could even run, he saw shadows, several shadows of people.  They were running towards him. They appeared to be holding guns. They were the police. Either they were here for him, or they were here because of what is going on down here. No matter what they were here for, Kevin had to hide. If they were here for him, he was not ready to go to jail, and if they were not here for him then they did not know he was down here, and he was not supposed to be here.