I am the One that Knows

Three Years Later... (chapter 4)

THREE YEARS LATER...

I slumped on down to the corner of 31st street to "Randy's Pub". I push the door open weakly and hear a faint sound of a bell ringing to announce my existence.

"Eh', Ken ol' pal! What can I get for yous' this fine evenin'?" Randy asks barely glancing in my direction to check if it's me behind the dusty wasteland that once was a countertop.

"The usual Randy." I reply while opening up my newspaper to see if Brad Pit is cheating on Angelina Jolie.

Not many people come down to Randy's, it's in a small part of town. Most people don't even know it's open. The bright neon sign reading 'Open!' is now a dull black blending in with the background. Wood boards cover most windows after multiple instances of robbery that got out of hand and neglected spots of chipped off paint are the remnants of Randy's pub. I wouldn't be surprised if I was the one keeping the power on.

My attention goes from my paper to the TV as I notice a emergency announcement.

"He's running... Oh! Close dodge and... WHO- We apologize for the interruption of your show but-" The news reporter turned from a young cocasion woman to a strange pointed face man with a wicked smile that spelled disaster.

"Thank you Trish, but I have to interrupt your interruption. Ken Charles has been a VERY bad man and he has to learn a lesson. Doesn't he Ian?" The camera spined as if it were a Cara sail to a very familiar and yet still lifeless body. Black pupils and all, just as I remember...