Dark Alley

Chapter 43

     "Everybody's dead including us," he says, "the serum helped our bodies from preserving. Do you mind if I enumerate whose dead?"

     "Stop." I think about Tracy, R, Q, Maricriss and the rest. "Stop."

     "November 24, 1995, I killed Maricriss when she almost gave you a clue of the world, she gave you the date of the present time in numbers. You heard her shout? That was the shout when I shot her the serum. Fortunately I find her as an advantage. she was the typical, blonde with extraordinary blue eyes! I used her in plotting your life."

     "November 25, 1995 was the day when my son Calvin tried to betray me when he knew I killed Maricriss, love shit, I didn't tell him I injected the serum to Maricriss. That was also the day when he rebelled against me and sadly that was the last day he entered the alley to give you a shot of the serum, and as soon as he got out of the alley I killed him. I almost died of heart attack because of guilt, but with the help of the serum, here I am so alive!

     "October 10, 1993, Q and R committed suicide together after being haunted by Hennick who black mailed them of arresting them from illegal pirating if they do not pay their debt of five thousand bucks. Three days after Hennick died from a car crash when the twins took the break on his car before they died."

     "On the other hand, January 1, 1993, on New Year’s eve Dean Woodley was murdered by girlfriend Antoinette Green making her friends Kim and Veronica by standees and witnesses. Kim and Veronica as state witnesses filed a case to their friend which led Antoinette to depression, November 20, 1993 she killed her friends and later on killed herself."

     "Now do you know why Antoinette killed her boyfriend Dean Woodley?" Palomino asked, I rolled my eyes.

     "Why would I care?"

     "Dean killed your Tracy," he says. My eyes widened. Shocked. My heart crushed. "Before I created Tracy Harrison as my daughter, she was originally Tracy Warren. Athletic, intelligent, and well pretty, but the only wrong in her was her choice of friend. She was friends with Dean, Antoinette and the rest. December 25,1992, Christmas Eve, Dean Woodley raped Tracy Warren on the English classroom. She tried to escape until he hit her with a To Kill a Mockingbird book on her head, fifty times and counting."

     I had a vision of Tracy's face, I imagine her confessing it to me herself - but the she's already dead.

     "And lastly, Foster Dawn, November 24, the day before your birthday you died inside the alley because of starvation."

Foster Dawn. I remember. For so many years I have been dead.

Now I know who I really am I have never felt so alive. But is this the time to feel that way?

     "Everything was a piece of shitty act?" I say, my fists clenched, I stood up as I let go of my hand away from the twins. "Fuck you Palomino, Fuck you! Fucking actor! You even used innocent people for you shit!" I pressed a punch over his left cheek, I never realized how much force I exerted until Palomino straightens his face as his mouth spits blood. 

      "Thank you," he says. Giving me a smile as he spits the blood, the blood stained the white floor. Palomino steps backward with his body until he quickly twisted forward again and punched me on the face, "you ungrateful bastard!"

     Smacked! My body hit the ground, I can smell the blood over my nose, I see them dripping on the floor, staining the white floor.

     Before I could become completely unconscious, I can feel Palomino grabbing my hair upward with his hands, I can see him in a blurry way.

     "You know what," I hear him say, "you remind me much of my ungrateful bastard son."

     There were a long of things that came from Palomino's mouth. I can even feel him injecting a loger needle on my veins. I gasped, my eyes were half closed but I can still hear what he was saying.

    "Like a computer that got messed up with virus" he says, "we're going to reprogram you again Foster."

And so I shut my eyes off.

      No fuck was given on that minute to what he is saying.