Two Worlds V

XI

Jack and I were sitting at the map table in silence. He was listening to music and playing his game on his off shift. I was looking for Regina on my shift. I took a drink of beer. I almost choked when I heard someone knock on the door. I looked at Jack as he took out his headphones.

"Did you invite anyone?" I asked.

"No."

"Did Vince go out?"

"He's in the shower."

"Guy?"

"He's asleep, I think."

I got up and took out my pistol as there was another knock. Jack got up as I started going up to the door. I cocked the gun as I opened the door. I looked out to see a really old guy standing there. His hair was dark grey and he had blue eyes. He looked at me.

"Who the hell are you and how the fuck did you find this place?" I asked, checking up the stairs and to his lone car. He was alone. I held him at gunpoint and his hands shot up.

"My name is Vincent," He said in a strong German accent, "I'm looking for,"

"Hey!" I said, and grabbed him. I got him in and closed the door behind me, holding the gun to him still, "Full name."

"Vincent Bryant."

"My ass." I said, pushing him against the railing and putting the gun to the back of his head as he breathed heavily, looking over the edge of the railing. Jack watched me, slightly horrified, but then he was with it.

"I'm not lying!"

"You're not fucking Vincent, jackass."

"Oh he's Vincent, alright," Vince said, lighting a cigarette just out of our view, "The real question is, why the hell are you alive, old man?" He stepped into the main part of the room and the man looked at him. Vince blew out a puff of smoke and put his cigarette back in his mouth, crossing his arms.

"Vincent," The old man said, as Vince just looked at him.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't let her shoot you."

"I'm your father! Could you be so heartless as to kill your own father?"

I took him off the railing and started leading him down the stairs. I kept the gun to his back. Vince let out more smoke as the man looked at him.

"You've grown so much."

"Shut up," Vince put the cigarette back in his mouth.

"So much like your mother,"

Vince then had his gun to the man's head. The man stopped breathing.

"Sprechen Sie nicht über sie!" Vince snarled.

"Ich, ich verstehe deinen Schmerz," The man said quietly.

"Get out." Vince put his gun back in its holster, walking to the kitchen.

The man started breathing again as I let him go. He breathed shakily as he straightened himself. He started going to the kitchen, but Jack stepped in front of him.

"Let me speak to my son."

"No, you see," I stepped next to Jack, "I think we all know you lost the title of his father when you told him you were dead."

"He told you?"

"We're the ones who found him." Jack said.

He looked at us, "You're the ones who got him to stop?" He asked quietly.

"The most we could," I nodded, "So before he ends up putting a bullet between your eyes, get out."

"I can't."