Psychotic Tendencies

Chapter 2

Jeremiah was stuck at the GCPD for the past 6 hours answering questions about his childhood, the circus, his mother, and Jerome. He was practically spelling out his entire life and the lies he had spread. Guilt was hidden in his words, trying to maintain the fallacious stories of Jerome he had used to deceive his mother.

Once the questions were over, he was sent home under protective custody. Two officers had accompanied him to his home, following him through the intricacies of the maze. The two had followed him into the main room, where he worked and monitored the cameras. He had told the two that they could stand just outside the door, reassuring them he needed the privacy to work.

They complied, telling Jeremiah, "Holler if you need us,"

Jeremiah nodded in acknowledgment,"Thank you officers,"

Jeremiah sighed, finally able to rest. He moved to his bottle of whiskey, which had usually just sat at the desk. He poured himself a glass and shuffled his feet to the monitors. He sat at the monitors, watching the stillness of the world outside. He closed his eyes, rubbing them to stay awake a little longer. As he wearily opened his eyes, his gaze fell upon an item which wasn't there before he came home. He stared at the object, noticing it was a tape. He wearily grabbed for the small black rectangle, unsure of its origin. He pushed up his glasses, turning over the black box. There was a label which said 'WATCH ME' in bold red letters. Jeremiah was curious placing the object into his VCR, watching the monitor come to life. His heart sank, as an image of his brother played on the screen.

Jerome smiled wickedly, stepping further into the camera's focus, "Hello brother. You may want to take a seat because you're in for a show tonight,"