The Alternate

Convergence and Part Two

'It is always darkest before dawn' someone once said a long time ago. The night sky was filled with stars and as the alternate kept driving southward, the stars slowly faded away with each passing minute. As night turned to day, he was closer to his goal.
He stopped by a gas station and ditched the car. Knowing it would be dangerous to continue driving  around with a body in the trunk.

Catching a bus the rest of the way, the Alternate was nearer to his destination.
He looked out the window of the bus as the landscape scrolled by, he was angry at Steven. On the bus there was an older lady trying to figure out her cellphone.
"Excuse me sir" she said politely, "can you help me with this, I can't seem to figure it out."
With the look of surprise the alternate pointed to himself, 
"Me?"
She nodded in response.
He got up from his seat and went over to help her.
"I need help sending a photo to my friend who lives in Maryland, do you mind helping an old lady?"
"Not at all." he said cordially.
The alternate's eyes widened, it was a picture of him.
The muzzle of a gun was pressed up to his side.
"Look mister we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which will it be?" 
"Neither. I will take to my hideout and give you more information about the victims you haven't found.
Her sweet old grandma face twisted into an awful scowl.
"The family's you ruined want the ones you have taken, back scum."
she pressed the gun harder into his ribs,
"I was paid to bring you alive, but if you fight." she paused for effect, "I get to kill you. So please make a move."

He sat there quietly, gazing into her eyes he said, "I'm your prisoner, but I have information that your clients are going to be interested in." as he said this she just peered at him with knowing eyes.
"Look I am an honest person, I don't lie to my victims."
This put her on edge.
"Fine, what information do you have for them?"

At this he said, "I was going to get off at the next stop, there is a motel overlooking the beach. In room 214 I have information on the body's locations."
The rest of the bus ride was silent.
She had been hunting him for months and now the colemantion of her plans had led her here. Anger burned inside and it took all she had not to blast this creeps head clean off his shoulders. She had promised that honor to the wife of a man in Nevada who had met this monster. So they both faced forward watching the bus stop coming. She lifted her free arm and grabbed the cord to announce to the driver to stop soon. The bus came to an abrupt stop.
She held onto his arm as they stood in front of room 214. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and they went inside.

Part Two
Steven woke up with a shock. He sat up and looked around quickly as fear set in,
'was he dreaming? he thought. Because the room looked the same just cleaner. Something cold and heavy was in his hand, looking at it he saw it was that glock the Alternate wanted him to use on himself. He quickly tossed it to the side. Examining his surroundings he saw light coming from underneath the closed bathroom door  and heard the shower going, the T.V. was loud and there was a woman's purse on the chair by the desk. He got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. Opening the door he saw a horrific scene. Feathers were everywhere, blood too. The shower curtains were closed yet he could see someone on the other side. Slowly he reached out and pulled the curtains back. It was some old lady. The only things that helped him identify her was the long grey bloody hair and her breast. Her face had been destroyed by the only thing he could guess were bullets from the gun he was holding when he woke up.

It took Steven every ounce of strength not to vomit. He left the bathroom and closed the door. Picking up the gun he was inspecting it to see if there was any blood on it. He could see any, but that didn't mean there was none. Putting it in his pocket he looked around the room and feeling satisfied that there was nothing more, he left.
There was a trash can by the bus stop on the corner he had walked to from the motel. He doubled over and emptied his stomach into it. Wiping the chunks from his lips, standing up to his full height he tried to get rid of the image of that poor old lady.
Trying hard to get away from that motel, from that room, but his thoughts were absorbed with nothing else.
He walked, then he jogged, but then that turned into a run. Wanting to be free from this pain he called to mind to the Shadows offer of that freedom, that escape.
If doctors couldn't help him,  the police wouldn't be able to understand  him. Telling them what had happened would just get him thrown in prison, but it wouldn't solve the issue, because the alternate would just figure a way out of that cage.