If We Only Had A Chance

A Hunting We Will Go

 Warning: Very, very, brief mention of suicide

Agent Kailo and the other agent, which I now know as Agent Olken from listening to them speak gave me a quick run down of the situation. My brother was at large and on a killing rampage. Two bombings causing six deaths, and already ten singular kills. My Dad would say he was doing well. They talked disgustedly, and I wonder if they talked like that about me. As they spoke they directed some words to me talking about how my brother had seemingly random victims just like I did. I kept my eyes closed and waited for everyone to stop talking.

"Phoenix do you have any input?" Kailo asked although I could hear a strain in his voice. He asked me here in the first place why be so reluctant now. I opened my eyes and leaned forward in my chair staring him in the eye.

"He's not killing randoms. He finished what I started as you explained. He's most likely going down a list of the people who are scumbags and no goods and killing them. Although, unlike me, he doesn't care if innocents get hurt in the process," I spoke loudly and for the first time I was talking about motive, my motive, his motive.

"He's housecleaning?" Agent Olken said aloud and I looked over at her. I heard that term I heard on a tv show once.

"Sure but not really." Everyone looked at me confused now. "You guys called me a mission killer and so is he. He's on a mission to kill everyone who wronged our father, just like I did." My sentence got quieter as I finished and god it sounded horrible coming out of my mouth.

"This is all a vendetta? All because your father was killed, you felt the need to get back at the people who wronged him?" Agent Kailo was calm but anger was laced in the shadows of his words, wrapping around me. It was suffocating.

"I understand now what I did was wrong, but at the time it felt right." I was standing now, out of my chair for no particular reason except for hating the confrontation. "That's the difference between me and my brother. I know the difference between wrong and right and when I was faced with the truth I stopped. He, on the other hand, knows wrong from right and doesn't care. You tell him the truth and you'll get a bullet through your head." I spoke quietly but the whole room could hear me in their silence.

"He won't stop no matter what will he?" Agent Olken stood now and was facing me.

"Not until he's six feet under," I said and I knew what I meant, everyone did. This wouldn't be over until he was dead and they hoped just as much as I did that was actually possible. "I need to go somewhere," I said suddenly facing Agent Kailo.

"You can't leave this building without supervision and you are not allowed on the street," He said standing as well. I rolled my eyes and spoke again,

"No shit Sherlock, why'd you think I told you." Agent Kailo copied me and rolled his eyes as well. When his eyes faced me again he was asking a question and I sighed deeply. "I need to go to my apartment that hopefully wasn't ransacked. I have a list there that my brother is most likely following. It can help us know who's next." That caught his attention and Agent Olken's.

"You have an apartment?" She asked, stepping in front of me. "They never found anything of yours. No apartment, No lists."

"Well duh, they weren't supposed to find it. Although I am surprised they never checked." I turned back to Agent Kailo who looked stunned as well. "Shall we?" Agent Kailo grabbed me by the arm and we walked back through the elevator and into an unmarked car. I kept my head down the whole way until we were seated. Agent Kailo opened the glove box and in it I saw a 22 and handcuffs. He grabbed the handcuffs and my wrist and proceeded to put them on me.

"I don't understand why these are necessary," I said, pulling at the cuffs. Agent Kailo started the car with Olken in the passenger seat.

"You could be leading us to our death and those will hopefully slow you down if that's the truth." He turned back around and I glanced at him in the rearview mirror.