Fan:Longest Novel Fall of the Republic Chapter 1

On October Twenty-First Two Thousand Nineteen, there was a forty five year old author sitting down on his writing chair, wondering what the fucking hell he was even planning on doing in the long run. He was just sort of fucking having a hard time coming up with his next plan. He was wanting to find a good project that was going to keep the audience of his interested, but at the same time, he was thinking that something like this was a bit rough since he had felt like he had touched most ideas on the fucking planet, and that there was virtually nothing to keep him going at all.

As he was thinking about how stumped he was, he scratched his black hair for a few seconds, and rubbed his stubble beard that was the product of him not shaving in about three weeks. It was his more immediate sign of showing stress and hopelessness when it was coming to stuff like his writing career, and provided a quick second or two of relief most of the time. Then he looked at his family picture to help him swarm with ideas. His son, who had just been born hours prior, with T.K. at his house soon after the birth to feel like he had to do one more main project before he got sucked into this life ahead of him. Then the picture of his wife who he married last year, who he first met when she was nineteen, and him forty two. Looking at the pictures gave him a feeling of motivation.

In a way, T.K. Shioda had felt like he had gone on far too long with little pay off, and he was starting to be thinking that perhaps it was time for him to leave the projects alone, and that without doing anything else here, he was sort of fucking thinking that he needed to fucking give up. But that was when there was something else crawling into his mind. Something he did not want to admit, but felt like there was virtually nothing to do in order to fully deny this in the first place. That he was just needing to fucking tell the truth of some terrible events for once in his life. Even though he was sort of scared to go back to that event, due to the fact that it was going to bring up some terrible wounds and stuff.

He was standing up, looking out the window, thinking about the life that he was going to be ready for. If he was truly ready to tackle those events one more time. The events that all happened when he was just a twelve year old boy trying to find his place in enjoying summer, and not hating his own fucking life. He was taking out a Marlboro Red cigarette, figuring that those adventures would be too crazy for him to be writing about in the first place, and that virtually nobody in the fucking world was going to believe in him in the first place, so that he was just needing to find a way to tell the story in a way that people would be thinking that he was just writing some big piece of fiction.

In all fairness, he would have probably not believed in the story either if somebody were to try and tell him this stuff on their own. In fact, he would have probably thought that they were lying to him just to get a reaction. And that they were only wanting to see what he would be saying to get them to be entertained and stuff.

Despite what he was feeling here, T.K. felt like that maybe something like this was just a form of showing denial when they were too scared to admit that something could be truly fucking up the entire world. T.K. laughed, trying to tell himself not to be thinking too deep into this whole thing. And that the longer he was telling himself not to be working on this story, the faster that he was going to tell himself that he could lie about this more. So when he was thinking this more, he shook his head, and then told himself that he might as well just go with it.

He decided that after some thought put into it, that he might as well just go with it, and see how this was going to be bringing his life at the end. He was then thinking as he was sitting down on his chair that in a way, he was sort of having a hard time remembering many of the things going on when he was younger. That the story was a bit more rough on the edges than he had wanted to admit. He shook his head, thinking that he was needing to maybe find some form of a resource to be able to help him out on all of this.

As T.K. was slowly coming to that choice, and that thought set, he was thinking about who he was going to be able to get to want to actually join him on this excursion. He had pulled out his phone, and when he had done this, he was looking at his contacts. And as he was thinking more and more about who his first call would be to, there was a choice that he had made.

If rough memories were something that were getting to him so much, and something that he was feeling like would be really slowly down his progress of telling his story, then he needed a older voice to be able to help him remember the details that he would have been too young to either remember or to understand. And when he was thinking about that a bit more, he was feeling like he had come to his choice, and that he finally knew who his first call was going to be towards.

He put in the number to his dial tone, and snubbed out his current cigarette, and then after he was doing that, he figured that he would get right to the point of this call. Before he had a second more to think about it, that was when his friend answered. "Hey T.K., what is going on right now?" He asked, as if concerned that something was going on, and that he was going to need to help him out.

Turns out his suspicions would be correct when T.K. said "Hey Joe, I know that you might not want to be travelling down this version of memory lane, and I will try to respect this about you. But I need your help. I plan on telling the story of our adventures in the digital world. You know, back when we first started? I figured that since you're five years older than me, you would probably be old enough to refresh me on many of the things that I am not so sure about. I was hoping that you can enlighten me on this." T.K. said, and then after he had said that, he had felt the need to add one more thing to this. "If however you do not feel the wish to be helping me on this, due to reluctance of returning to this memory, then I will respect this from you, and I can hang up right now."

"If you feel like you really need my help on all of this, I will be doing this. Does not mean that I am going to be excited to be doing it, but at the same time, I think that you might be right. That we need to fucking just do whatever we can to make things better for all of us. To finally put these memories to rest." Joe said, and T.K. could just hear the reluctance in his voice. But they both deep down knew this was something that needed to be done.

"See you in an hour or two?" T.K. asked, remembering how far that Joe had lived away. Which was another reason that T.K. approached him first. Since despite how far away that Joe lived away from driving, he was still the closest one in the entire group. He was the only one, aside from T.K., who did not move out of Minnesota when they were old and rich enough to get to do something like this. It was something that T.K. felt like he needed to do. Stay here to make sure nothing else happened that would be too rough for everybody else.

"Yeah, I will be there as soon as I can. Just wait for me until I get there. If you are going to bring me to this, you might as well make me stay the whole ride through." Joe said, and then T.K. smiled and then he said that he would wait. With that, T.K. looked at his materials. He was setting up his computer, thinking that he was going to be having a long journey ahead of him, and that Joe would be the only thing that would keep him from quitting, as soon enough he would be too deep to quit.

When he was looking at his desk, he found the black journal that he had barely touched in decades. It was one that one of the group members gave him when the adventure was coming near an end. He read through it once from start to finish when he had gotten it, but then after that, he put it down and while he kept it, wisely by now, he never read it again. That was to change now, and it was to help him put the past behind him.

Before he could think too much about it, there was a knock on his door. He answered it and saw Joe there. "Thanks for doing this. I was thinking that I would have a good starting point here. Something to be able to make us get going here." T.K. said, and he was showing him the black journal. T.K. threw him the journal, and then gave him some orders. "I am going to type the story. You narrate to me what that says, and I will type as you go." After T.K. gave him those orders, and the computer and document were up, Joe started reading and T.K. started typing.

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Longest Novel

Fall of the Republic

Chapter One: The Ascension Starts

July Fourteen Nineteen Sixty Six: Hey, my name is Kevin Ichijouji, or for the sake of this journal, I will be going by my nickname Ken. I have no idea where the fucking hell I am, and to be honest, that kind of scares the shit out of me. But I guess that I need to start slow, and really let you guys understand what is even going on here in the first place. I will start to a day or two before I had come here, and I think that when I speak like this, I will be able to sort of have some clue on where to be going from here, and if there is anything that I can do that will truly get me to understand what this situation has been throwing at me and stuff.

So the moment my entire life went to shit was when I was in my room the day or so before I got sucked into this. I was sitting down on my chair, and I was looking down at some pictures of my previous school years. You know, despite only being sixteen years old, and not really have much experience on a lot of regards, I still have some strange things to be looking back on, with different levels of fondness and stuff.

As I was looking at pictures of my friends from back in seventh grade, I was having a mix of feelings right now. On one hand, it was bringing me so much fucking joy to be looking at that stuff, but on the other hand, it broke my heart for two different reasons. But both of them were very fucking valid in my mind. One of which was the fact that I barely see these people anymore, and in all honesty I can't even remember the last time that I have fucking seen them all at once.

The other reason that this was bringing me down was because that was when my life went to total fucking shit. For lack of a better way of describing it. I mean, I was forced to move here after I was barely keeping myself alive in some ways, and I never really made the best out of it. I never really got some real friends, and I never really got to move beyond the shadows of what was honestly the peak of my life. But I guess that complaining about it too much was just never going to be making any real difference, and nobody would truly understand how much it bothered me with just simple and vague ass words.

When I was starting to feel disgusted about everything that was going on here, I was starting to tell myself that I had no real chance of figuring anything else out. I mean, I was needing to not tell myself that I was never going to meet the life that my older brother Sam had been living, since he had made great progress. But at the same time, I felt like I just needed to still try and get something better here than what I had gotten in the last three years.

I was standing up, and then I was telling myself that I was needing to at least try to make this work. I was needing to at least give this my all. To see if I was going to be able to make some new friends. Or reconnect with the people that I started to get to know when I had been here over the last few years, but never really connected with too well. I just felt like I needed to see what was ahead of me. But for some reason, at this moment, I was honestly excited for what was ahead of me.

I honestly thought that maybe I was just going to have to be working hard to get the people to see that I was not lying about what I had been wanting here. I was thinking that maybe when I would finally meet the people that I knew back at the day, then I was finally going to be feeling like I was getting something accomplished and stuff. I was picking up my wallet, and I placed it in my pocket, and then I took a long and deep breath, sort of thinking that I just had to see what I can do now.

I was out of the room, and I was thinking about some of the people that I might try and connect with. If they were willing to give me a chance. I was thinking that maybe there could be Brad. Somebody who had started to almost enjoy my company, and I was thinking that maybe something could work between the two of us, but then I decided to fuck it up by leaving, and just not trying to make anything work. It was all because of that fucking prom night a couple of months ago. If I did not let that discourage me too much, I would have been able to actually be friends with him, and maybe some of his other friends, and I could have had a life.

But I was too damn stubborn I suppose. Maybe I was too scared to be trying to find a way to make people see what was going on in my mind. I was feeling like maybe I was just wanting to have some form of understanding in my life. And that this was my way of acting like none of this was really all that much of a deal. Just brushing off every issue that was being thrown at me, because doing the exact opposite was only going to be making things worse for everybody.

I was at the house door, and when I was there, that was when I saw my older brother Sam. He was looking right at me, and he was looking like he was wishing to speak in a way. "Hey Ken, how are you doing? Are you heading on somewhere?" I was shocked that he was asking me anything, and not just brushing me off at all. I was thinking that maybe there was something going on in his mind, something that was making him feel like shit, and that maybe I needed to find a way to be trying to make him feel better. But I did not know if I was going to be able to do something like this quite yet.

"I was thinking that I can at least try and see what I can do to make something like this work. No point in not trying." I said, and then after I had told Sam that, he was looking down at the ground for a second, and he was thinking that there was no point in trying to be cordial if we all knew deep down that it was not totally genuine and stuff.

"Well good luck. I was not expecting you to do something like this in all honesty. But I guess that this is not really much of my business right now. I just think that I will be going on a date with Susan, and see if she might be wanting to go a bit further with the stuff that we have been doing right now." He said, and he was smiling at this. As if thinking that there was no way she would say no to him. I smiled at him, glad that he was feeling determined, and that he was indeed feeling like he was going to get something good going. I wished that I had that level of confidence, but I don't think I ever could if I tried.

"I think that this would be good for you both. Just to forget about everything going on. I think that maybe when you see her next, you can tell her that I said hi, and that I hope she has a good day." I said, trying to sound polite, but still feeling a bit sad over the fact that she did not respect me in any way beyond simple kindness. That she would never like me and that was something that I was needing to just get over here.

I was then thinking about how I was needing to not be so fucking selfish about what was going on here. I shook my head, and then I told myself to think about Sam a bit more here, and not myself no matter what. "Well, I think that maybe one of these days, I might be asking her hand in marriage. I don't know how it will go, but I have a strong feeling she will say yes." Sam said, and then after he was telling me this, I nodded, thinking that I was sort of fucking getting it, even if I was not dating her myself.

I was thinking that Sam was needing to just be careful with what he was planning to do though. But then after I was thinking that, I shook my head, thinking that Sam knew how to be careful much better than I ever did, and that I was needing to accept that my older brother knew what he was doing more than I ever would be able to.

As this was finally fucking happening, I was thinking about what I was even going to do now. I was walking out of the house, telling myself that I was just going to go right to where Brad lived, and then I would just see how things would be going from there, and that I was needing to not be making things a big issue at all. If I was thinking about what Brad would want me to do, then I would never have come towards him, and that was something that I was clearly not going to be fucking doing, so clearly I did not care enough about his side of things.

I was thinking about how much I thought that maybe Sam would want to help me if he knew what I was fucking doing. But at the same time, I was almost thinking that if he was wanting to help me out, in a way, it was not going to be fucking feeling true. That it was just going to feel like he had to in order to fill in a requirement. I felt like I was going to be on my own, and that in a way, I was sort of wanting this to be the case. To be sort of travelling down a path that none of my family members could help me with.

The town sounds and the sort of back ground noise for lack of a better term that I was feeling when I was walking by made me sort of just feel like I was in a midnight city. A city that was meant to just capture the mood of the place around me. I did not know if this was anything of my desire, but I was thinking that it would help relieve me of the whole Brad fear I had.

Before I knew it, nearly half an hour passed, and I knew that it was this long when I was eventually at the front door of Brad's house. I took a deep breath, and I was telling myself that everything could be fine, and then I knocked on the door. I was thinking that with this, everything would be fine, and that he was going to be there and tell me that he missed me, and then we just can put this whole controversy at a rest. That was the best route, and the route I wanted out of this.

I was seeing the door answer, and when there was an answer, that was when I was seeing a younger boy looking right at me. Probably about seven or eight years old. I was seeing that he was looking like he was trying his bets to hide his feet, since he was looking like he was kind of embarrassed to be having anybody see it or something. I did not get it, and in a way, I was kind of hoping that I would never be able to get it. "Can I help you?" He asked me, and then I was shrugging, thinking that I really got myself into a corner here.

"Hey, I was wondering if Brad was here or something. He and I hung out a couple of times, and I was hoping that he was here or something." I said, and then after I was telling the young boy this, I was seeing him looking like he was just sort of unsure of what I was even meaning here. If I had to place it down to one singular emotion, it would probably be confused at everything.

I was noting to myself, even if it was rude to do so, that he was not the brightest kid in the world. I was also telling myself that maybe there was a good reason to this, and that I was just needing to not comment on it quite yet. "I was just hoping that he would be free, and that maybe the two of us can make something work out." I said, and then after I was done saying this, I was just wondering if this kid was even wanting to be helping me here. I was thinking that maybe he was just not wanting to be speaking to me here.

"He is not here. He is hanging out with one of his friends. Just sort of doing his own thing. I do not know what it is too much, but I think that you need to meet him there if you want to get something done." Tucker said, and then after he was telling me this, I nodded, and then I rubbed my hands, thinking that I was just needing to accept the fact that this was not going to be too much of a help here.

Then after about five or ten seconds of this thought that maybe I was finally having a good indicator on where he might actually be. I looked at the young kid, and then was ready to be thanking him and stuff. "I think I might have a clue on where he is. Thanks for the help. I will be heading there now. Have a good day." I said, and then after I was saying that to him, I was wondering what he would be wanting to tell me now. But I did no idea what he was even planning on doing here, so I was just telling myself not to be making any big deal out of it anymore.

"I hope that you have a good day too. Tell Brad that I said hi if you see him." The kid said, and he was looking like he was wanting to say more. As if he was thinking that there was something that even I could not fuck up, but then he decided against it and closed his door. After I was seeing him, I was shocked to be seeing him here, and that maybe he was just a young kid who lived there. I mean, I did not think for a moment about the obvious solution and stuff. That being that they were related.

I mean, how could you blame me when not coming to that conclusion. Not only was there a big age difference between Brad and that kid, who looked to be like seven when Brad was like sixteen, but they looked absolutely nothing alike, which was the bigger issue. Tucker had black hair, and brown eyes while Brad had red hair and blue eyes. I mean, yeah sure, the eyes is something that is not all that big of a deal, but the hair was something that I could not explain, especially when it was so radically different in the first place.

I guess that it was none of my business, but I truly wanted to know what relation they had. But I was thinking that if Brad was at the gas station, I could just be able to ask him there, and see what Brad would be telling me. I was thinking that he was just not wanting to talk about young kids or something like that. Wow, that sounded a lot more creepy after I wrote that down than it sounded in my mind. But whatever, I guess that I can't think about it too much.

I thought that Brad was probably going to have a chance he would not even remember who I was. Which if that was the case, then I was going to feel like a idiot, and that I needed to actually pretend like that would not be offending me or anything. I guess that maybe I really would not be, but I would be kind of more shocked that he would not have remembered me when it has only been a couple of nights since we went through the prom fiasco. I promise that I will tell you that story soon enough. That is another story for another time though.

I was at the gas station, where Brad had been going to relatively often the last several years to hang out with somebody who he talked with on a regular basis and stuff. The one person who seemed like he was going to be working there for the rest of his entire fucking life, and I was saying that with the utmost sincerity in my voice. If that is a good or bad thing, I am not sure, but it is just the truth here.

Right when I was inside, I was seeing Brad sitting down on a chair, and he was talking to the guy on the other side of the counter. "Hey Brad, how have you been?" I asked, trying to pretend like I was not planning this whole thing out, and that this was something of a sort of chance encounter. I was feeling like when I was going to just need to do a better job hiding the fact that I am not a very good con man to other people and stuff.

"I am fine. Did not expect you to be here and stuff. I thought that you were just going to be home or something." He said, with a small amount of annoyance to his voice. I was thinking that maybe he was just a bit annoyed that I had interrupted his conversation with Sheldon, who I only really knew the name of with his name tag, and I was thinking that maybe I just had to find a way to be going at this better, to not make him angry at me and stuff.

"Well, I was just coming along, trying to do something better with my life by hoping that I would find something here. Something that would make me feel like I was not just sort of being useless and stuff." I said, and then after I was saying that to him, I was yelling at myself to stop acting over dramatic, and that I was needing to just be more down to earth with my conversation. Sound like I was actually sort of not going to pretend like this was going to be the end all be all of what was happening around me and stuff. "I just wished that you know, I could find and connect with some people again.

"Interesting. I thought that you were somebody who would just sort of be going along their own way, and not really be wanting to go out and have a extensive social life with other people here. I guess that maybe I was wrong with that assumption." After he was telling me this, I was seeing that he was wanting to say more. "Do you think that you are going to be for real about it this time, and not just mess around, and act like you plan to do something here?" Brad almost sounded a small amount resentful at this. I did not blame him for this. With the way that I had treated him earlier and stuff.

"I hope that nothing is going to happen that is going to throw me off, and make it so that I can't really accomplish this." I said, and then after I was saying that to him, I was seeing him looking like he was just sort of thinking that there was no point in trying to argue with me on this, and that he might as well just give me a chance to show them that I was telling the truth here.

"Fine, I guess that I might as well give this a chance here. See if you are telling me the truth here and stuff." He said, and then after he was telling me this, I was seeing him looking like he was sort of trying to be finding something else that would change the entire perspective. "But besides, I think that if for nothing else, after almost three months, I need to put that night behind me. Or at least your part of it." He said, and then he was holding his hand out to Sheldon, as if thinking that this was going to be a sign of showing at least some attempt of good will here.

"This is Sheldon, he and I have been hanging out for a couple of years now. At first mostly against my mothers wishes, since she felt that he was too old to hang out with me." He said, and then after he was telling me that, I was waving at Sheldon, as if thinking that I did not need to be acting like we were going to ever really hang out, but that there was no real reason not to be at least cordial to him and stuff, which was what I felt like I had to do here.

"I guess that now that you're almost an adult now, your mother has given up trying to really have a grip on your life and stuff?" I asked, and then he sort of looked at me, and then after I said that to him, he was nodding. I was seeing him looking like his strain on the situation was growing a little bit less and less with each passing bit of dialogue we had, but at the same time, he was still not totally over it yet.

"Yeah, I guess that this can be sort of the gist of what you can say here." Brad responded, and then he was thinking about what he had been saying here. He was thinking about how he was sort of going against everything that his parents wanted, but that in a way, he was sort of having free will to be doing this. "You know, I just think that maybe I will be just needing to see what I can do for my family again. To make them see that I am a man who can be able to make some good choices on his own and stuff. But I do not know if that will even be important now."

We were talking for a bit longer, and then after a half hour or so, and I was feeling like everything was starting to sort of subside, I was then thinking that I was needing to ask a very important question. Or at least important in my own mind and stuff. "Well, I was wondering if you have any way to explain what even happened that night. You know the night of the prom? Do you have any idea what really was going on?"

After Brad asked me that question, I was unsure of what I was going to be telling him. I was thinking that I had to be respectful to the subject. That being said, it was going to be really hard to do such a thing now. "Well, I was thinking that you might know. But that is silly. In all honesty, I have no fucking clue. That is what is bothering me so much. Why that guy came along and decided to try and get me to join him in the first place, with virtually no indication to getting anything out of this in the long run." I said, and then after I was telling him this, I saw him looking like he was sort of hating that I could not have a real answer to what was even happening in the first place.

"Damn, I was hoping that you would have a clue. But I guess that maybe having a clue to something totally fucking strange was too much to be asking for. That such a thing was just going to be sort of shooting for the sky. But I don't know, I feel like there truly must have been a reason to all of this crap going on here." Brad was saying, and then he was just thinking that he had made his point here.

"But Ken, do you have any clue on if you really want to know what is going on here? Because despite how much I don't want to admit it, I kind of don't really want something like this to happen at all." Brad said, and I was then thinking about what to say, and I stood up, looking out the door that way.

"I don't know if I want to know. I think that I need to know what was happening here. What the hell is driving this whole motive forward." I said, and then after I had said that, I was then just taking a deep breath. "I think that if I want to know the truth, then I will be sorely disappointed, and nothing will give me any clue." I left the subject alone, and we hung out for another twenty minutes or so before I decided I needed to go home. In a way, I think that going home was what was changing everything entirely.

I was near my house, thinking too little about things besides the conversation that I was having with Brad and stuff. I had felt like I needed to try and see how I was going to be able to get him to start to want to hang out with me again. I mean, he was being cordial with me so far, but I was feeling like maybe he was not really wanting to hang out with me too much. I was thinking that maybe he was still wanting me to get away from him, not even because of my own personality, but because of the mistakes that I had made and stuff, and that he would never be able to truly get over it and stuff.

As I was thinking about that a whole more, I was thinking that it was a miracle in a way that he was even wanting to be able to give me a chance at all. And that with that, I was thinking that perhaps I was just going to have to find a way to get him to want to be able to open up with me more. To make me feel like I was not making any real issues with the stuff that was ahead of me and stuff. I just felt like I needed to be respectful of the fact that he was feeling scared.

But before I was allowed to think about it too much more, I was near my house, and I was seeing that there was a bunch of police cars in the area. I was shocked to be seeing this, and I was thinking that I needed to fucking understand what was going on with the cars, and that everything else that I had been thinking of was going to need to wait a while.

I reached the house, and one of the officers, who was smoking a cigar, was looking right at me, and he was looking like he was wanting to speak to me about some very serious matters. "Young man, are you named Ken?" He asked me, and then I nodded at this, thinking that I needed to be there for him, and make him think that I was actually going to be able to help his case. I knew that this was going to be a really serious moment, and that for once, I needed to put away any anger I may have had on them towards the pass, and be totally respectful.

"Yes I am. Is something the matter?" I felt dumb even asking this question, since I knew that of course something was the matter. But I was thinking that I just had to be keeping my annoyance about everything away, if such a thing was even going to be possible. But then when I saw the officers looking at me like I was dealing with a lot of grief, I was seeing that maybe they did not really care about my reaction right now.

"Yes, I think that you better understand that there is no nice and easy way of explaining this to you... But your older brother, Sam, died earlier today. We do not know why or anything, but he was found near in the soccer field, and there was a gun next to him, We think that there is either a simple murder or maybe suicide going on here. I think that this is the only lead that we will ever be able to have at all." He said, and then after he had told me this, I was seeing him looking like he had wanted to say more, but felt like there was no point in doing that now.

"There is no way that he would have committed suicide. He was in love with a girl named Susan, they were in a relationship, and they were making some great progress. He was planning on asking her hand in marriage. There is simply no fucking way that this could have been the answer." I was just totally skipping the first stage of grief with denial. I was in no way shocked that Sam was dead. This guy was living a dangerous life, and I knew that. I knew that it was only a matter of time, and that once we moved here, every fucking full week he was even alive was a miracle. The surprise was how long he lasted.

The anger was coming from the fact that these fucking officers acted like they knew him better than the man who lived with him for sixteen fucking years, and while we had our differences, I would not go as far as to say that I hated the man, and this was taking things to a total extreme that I was not willing to deal with. Then you had the fact that they were framing it as a suicide, which I guess was me being in the bargaining stage when I was telling them so violently against this.

"Young man." The guy said, taking a long puff of his cigar, sounding a bit concerned but also pissed with the way that I was acting right now. In his mind as if thinking that I was being a ungrateful little brat for not being there to accept the fact that they were at least talking with me at all. "We just need to know some things that were going on with him. That is all that we need to know. Was there something about this Susan that you might not fully understand?"

"No. He talked about her all the fucking time. I knew her better than I probably knew most people in the entire world. Listen, it was not a suicide. I do not know if it was murder, but that is sure as hell more likely than him killing himself." I said, and then after I was saying this to him, he was taking another puff, just wondering when I was going to be done with my melt down.

"Young man, he might have been rejected by this Susan girl, and that this would have been the thing that would have put him over the edge. Do you think that something like this might be possible?" He asked me, and then I was shaking my head. I had to tell myself not to scream at him. That he was just doing his job, and that by this, I was needing to be patient with him no matter what.

"You know what, if you are not willing to listen to me, and you are not willing to listen to the fact that I think that murder could have a chance of being it, then I am not in the mood of dealing with you right now." I said, and then after I had said that to him, he was just clearly trying to tell himself that I was reacting normally. And that there was nothing wrong with what I had been telling him at this point in time.

"We just wish that you would take into account other ideas. We are not trying to offend you with our responses. Do you think that you can give us some clues here? What makes you think that murder might be more likely than a simple suicide?" He was asking me, and while I was aware deep down that what he was asking was realistic, he was just really pushing my fucking cords here, and my patience was genuinely starting to run out here. But that if I was going to work with him, then it would make some fucking sense of this.

"There was a lot of stuff he was telling me. About being watched. Having shit like monsters around him or something. I did not think what he was telling me was the truth. But then he was telling me about the details of these monsters, a man in a purple jacket, and the grinding noise that comes off every month or two. Plus, he was also telling me about a weekly contract that he was forced to fulfill that can give him a job. Maybe he pissed off some boss of his or something. I don't know. But I believe this more than some suicide." I said, and then I was seeing the officer shaking his head, thinking about how stupid this was sounding.

"Young man, it is obvious that you must be going through a rough phase right now. We get it. But there is no fucking way that any of this is the truth. There must be something going on that was making him lose his mind, and then maybe he decided to end it on his own accord. This whole thing is just a bit much to handle..." He said, and then I was at that point of snapping, and I did not care how rude it was going to be sounding here.

"Fuck You!" I shouted at him, and then with that, I was heading off, and I was going to be doing something on my own. I was going to be going to see Susan, and when I was going to do this, I was going to ask her some questions, and I was going to see if she had anything to do with what happened to Sam. Despite what I was wanting to refuse to admit, I would be lying that maybe her pushing him over the top on something was not entirely impossible. I mean, it did have more than a pure zero percent chance of happening.

I was getting there as fast as possible, running, going to her house, and I was going to be as respectful to her as I can, and that with that, I would be like a good man. A man who would finally make Sam proud. Somebody who was going around and actually doing something else that would be beyond the simple being in my room and just crying about shit all day. I was going to figure out who killed him, and how they killed him. I had a fucking purpose for once.

I was thinking that maybe with the way that I was doing this, and the way that I was actually going to be ready to approach Susan, the more that I was going to have a chance to find out what was even happening in the first place. I was thinking that despite my doubts, and that I think she had nothing to do with his death, that she would have a good first clue, and that as a result, I was going to need to see what was happening as a result of this.

I reached the house where Susan had lived, and I knocked on the door. I knocked several times more than needed. But I did not care. I ran a good mile or two, I was out of breath, and my brother was dead. Any form of common respect was gone before I would even have a chance to be able to look like I was showing it all in the first place. I was then seeing Susan answer the door. The nice thing about her being eighteen years old was that she was old enough to have a house of her own. "I have some really bad news." I said, and I was ready to get right to the point here.

"Sam was found dead today at the soccer field. I can't believe that it is happening, but it's just the truth of the matter." I said, and then I was feeling like the way that I said it was the worst way possible. But I felt like it was the only way that was going to really make some fucking sense and stuff. I was feeling like I just needed to be real about what we were even fucking doing in the first place. "I am so sorry. I know how much you meant to him, and how much this would break him if it was the other way around." I knew that I was doing a terrible job at this, but at the moment I did not care.

"Why would such a thing happen? I would have never guessed that anybody would have hated him in the first place." She said, and then she was looking right at me, as if wondering what I was going to be able to tell her. I was thinking that nothing that I could say would make any real difference, and that I just needed to be patient with her, and not make things worse for her.

As she was starting to cry, I began to hug her in support, feeling like I just had to do something to make her feel like somebody cared for what was going on here. "Trust me Susan, I will be here for you if you need me to." I said, and then after I had told her this, I was thinking that this was the biggest lie on the world. But I did not care at all. I needed to try and make her feel better. But at the same time, such a thing was going to be fucking impossible. I just could only come up with empty words that can sound good to the general person.

"Ken, would you be willing to stay for a while?" She asked, and I did not fully get it, and I was thinking that it did not really matter. She asked me to help her, and I would fucking do this. I nodded at this request, and I was ready to just get to doing what I can to make her feel like she was not about to lose the one thing that could give her any feeling of comfort.

"Yeah, I can stay for an hour or two. I don't know if I will be able to do much more than this though. I think that if I were, then my parents might be worried that I myself might be doing something." I shivered in a way at that thought, thinking of how awful it was going to be for something like that to happen, and that I needed to do whatever I can to make sure that my parents did not have that feeling that I was going to get myself killed for a while.

"Thanks for being here for me. I need it right now." She said, and then I nodded, thinking that it was the very absolute least that I can do to make her feel like I would not hurt her anymore and stuff. After I was thinking this, she was letting me inside of her house, and I was thinking that I would need to just let her be the spokes person. Be the one who would truly get the chance to speak, and feel like she would be able to truly explain what was making her feel so lost in the first place.

"I think that it is the least that I can do. I mean, you really were special to him, and you truly meant everything to that man. You deserve to have something handed to you if you feel like you need this." I said, and then I was looking at her, wondering if my barely impressive words were going to be giving her any true feeling here. I was thinking that it would not, but that she needed to pretend like it was so for my own sake.

"You do not need to worry about anything. There is one thing that I want you to try and do for me." Susan said, and I was looking right at her. I was aware that I was going to be hating this request, but at the same time, it was the only thing that was going to be giving us any form of peace here.

"I want you to find what happened to him. The true story, and I want you to go and kill the person that did this to help, if he was murdered. Because if they did that to him, for no real reason, then they deserve to have it happen to them too." She said, and then I was shocked that she was saying something like this in the first place. I was thinking that maybe what she was saying was a emotional response, and that she did not really mean it. But at the same time, I was thinking that I was just going to have to indulge with her a bit. To make her feel like she was indeed getting something across to me here. That I was not going to be having any confusion here.

"Yeah, I can do this. I am not sure that I am going to understand what is going on here, and I do not know if I can make things better for you or anybody, but I can promise that if something like this were to come up, I will do whatever I can to make sure that they will have the punishment given to them that they fucking deserve." I said, and then after I was telling her this, she smiled, although it was a forced one, and only for the context of what she asked me.

"Thank you for doing this Ken. It makes me feel so much better that you are willing to be a man here, and that you do not want to lie or dodge anything about this subject." She said as I nodded, thinking that while the subject was not super easy for me, I could not be angry at her, and that I was needing to understand the context of the situation as best as I could now.

As we were staring at each other, I was sort of unsure of where this was going to be going. In a way, I was honestly kind of worried to know where this was going to be heading, since I had no idea if I was going to be able to truly help out at all. I was sort of feeling like there was no way in fucking hell that I would be able to help her out, and that I was just going to only be making things much worse for her, which made me feel really awful to be honest.

"Do you have anything that you might want to talk about here? I will try to be as open as possible with this." I said, and then I was feeling like what I had suggested was really bland, and was not going to be putting me high on the list of people who were going to help out on many things at all. But in a way, I just felt like doing this was the best that I can do, and the only way that I could show her that I was not going to be in on this for myself.

She had looked at me for several seconds, as if sort of unsure of what they had wanted to be saying to me. In a way, they were sort of just wanting to see if I was going to be truly meaning what I had been saying here, or if I was just leading her on for no real good reason. I mean, in a way, I was sort of able to understand what she was coming from, and I was telling myself not to be too bothered by the way she was acting.

"I know that it is going to be hard for you, since you were so much closer to him than I ever will be, and I think that you deserved more than this. I think that you should be allowed to see what it is like to have somebody that you care about be at your side forever." I said, as I was just sort of unsure on where this was going to be going. I was sort of thinking that the longer that I was heading on this, the less that I would be able to fully understand what was even ahead of us in the first place.

"Do you want to talk longer about it, or do you think that you are fine with just leaving this the way that it is?" I asked, wondering what Susan was even wanting to tell me now. I felt like I was just going to be setting myself up for a long road ahead, one that was going to be very hard to move forward. "I think that you have every right in the world to just tell me the way that it is. No matter how hard it is going to be for you to do this."

"What was your favorite memory of Sam? I can't really choose. But maybe one that really comes out to me right now was our first date, where he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner and a movie. He seemed like he was kind of scared of what he was doing, and that he was just wanting to sort of get the question over with. I mean, I was free that night. There was no real reason to be turning him down, so I was finding myself accepting my offer, unsure of what I was going to be expecting to be honest." After Susan said this, I saw her thinking for a bit on what she was saying now.

"What did you guys often talk about during your first date?" I asked, and then after I had asked her this, I was seeing her thinking longer and harder about what she was going to be saying now. She seemed like she could not really come up with a real answer, no matter how hard it was going to be here. "I mean, if it was about me, you can just say so. And I will try to be cool if you guys were talking shit about me. I mean, I knew that Sam did that often."

A small part of Susan looked like she was lightening up at the fact that I took some enjoyment of the fact that my brother hated my fucking guts sometimes. It was even worse back then. But now it was seeming like we were finally starting to sort of repair the damage that had been caused through this whole thing. "Well, we were talking about where you guys lived before you moved here. I did not really know much about the place, so listening to him was fun and it was in mild part even educational." Susan said, and then after she had said that, she laughed, as if unable to believe that she had admitted this.

"Did he act like he was almost scared of the place that he lived at before? I think that this might be kind of important." I said, and then after I was asking her this, I was wondering what the fucking hell she was even wanting to say to me now. She was thinking about it for a few seconds, and after about ten to fifteen seconds, she was slowly nodding, as if sort of remembering it a bit more.

"He did not seem like he was super scared or anything, but if there was one way to describe the way that he had felt in a way that even I could be able to pin point is the fact that he was sounding kind of glad. That he was able to sort of just be able to move onto a new life. I thought, and I still kind of think, that he was just sort of glad that he did not have to deal with anything too rough, and that he was able to just let it all go." She said, and then she nodded, as if glad to remember the way that things truly had been.

"I just remember the final days that we were at the town we lived in before, and he was seeming like he was almost about to break down and lose his mind over what was going on. It was like he was literally living through a fucking hell in a way. I don't blame him for feeling like that, but at the same time, I was thinking that once we moved, we were able to sort of move it all behind us, and that he was just sort of wanting to make sure nothing could get much worse now." I said, and then after I had told her this, I was feeling like I was just grasping at straws that would not make any difference here.

"That seems like maybe he was going through some personal turmoil. I don't really know what it was that he went through, but I guess that maybe it did help lead a bit more into that paranoid personality that he had, so I guess that this is not too shocking." Susan was saying to me, and she was sort of looking like she was wishing to see what I was going to tell her there. If I had any real opinions on it.

"I bet that what you are saying is much more true than I want to admit. I mean, it seemed like nothing he would be doing would be keeping him feeling like he was totally safe and stuff." I said, and then after I had told her that, I did not know what she was going to truly want to say to me. "I mean, he was always talking about somebody who would meet up often with him, and how much that guy was feeling like he was watching him and stuff." I said, and then I was taking a deep breath, feeling like maybe I was sort of remembering something that would truly be important.

"He seemed like he was always wanting to make sure that nothing would be happening to me as well. As if he was fearing that there was almost nothing that I could do for myself in case things got, as he described it, really fucking bad. I don't know. I guess in a way, it does not matter now." Susan said, and then after that, we stared at each other for a few seconds.

We talked for about an hour or so about mundane things that were really not that important. Such as the first time they called themselves a couple, the prom incident which I keep mentioning, and some other things that did not matter at all. It eventually led to us having sex as a sort of coping mechanism, and this led to us spending the night together. However, when it was done, I stood up, and rubbed my eyes, unsure of what I had just done.

Once that unexpected turn of events was over, I was getting ready to be heading out, and I was telling myself that she deserved better than me and Sam. That we were terrible people, and that we would be just sort of ruining her lives without even fucking trying in the first place, and that she deserved a chance to be able to get the hell out of this stuff before it got too much worse. I was thinking that in a way, I was doing the right thing, and that nothing I did was wrong at all.

I was telling myself that maybe Susan was going to be able to forgive me for my choice right now, thinking that it was just me trying to sort of be a good person for once, and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the way that I was handling things in the slightest. I felt like in a way, I was sort of just in denial of me being a good man or not, but as I was sort of feeling like this, a large part of me was almost not even caring anymore.

I wished that maybe Susan was going to finally show me the way that I was needing to go with my life. Even if she did not know what she was doing, or plan on what she was doing, her own plans, and her own life was going to finally make me feel like I was going to be able to understand what was happening at all and stuff. I did not think that it was going to really get me anywhere what was to be coming from this.

I started to be heading along, sort of wondering what the fucking hell I was even going to have to try and do now. I was sort of telling myself that maybe this whole thing was meant to happen. But I was telling myself that if one of us was meant to die, it was going to need to be me, and that I was just needing to sort of find a way to be getting myself out of this shit, and to be getting myself away from the controversy that I was creating and all of that stuff.

I was eventually telling myself that I was not really ready to be going back home yet, and that this was something that I was needing to fucking sort out on my own. I wanted to find out who did this to Sam, and what was going to need to happen in order to make it very clear that I was not to be fucked with. I was going to make sure that the men and women behind what happened to him were going to have a enemy, and that I was going to be their enemy until they knew what they did was wrong.

I did not really think there was even the smallest chance in the world that he had killed himself. I was absolutely certain that he was killed. There was literally no way in the world it would have made sense for him to be killing himself. I knew for a fact that it was just impossible. I had to be telling myself that this was just the one fucking thing that I was telling myself to be sort of making sense out of this whole thing. I was wishing that I was able to sort of fucking get along with everything else, but at the same time, I was sort of just feeling like I was all going to be totally fine and stuff.

I was thinking that maybe Brad was going to be able to help me out. If for nothing else, he would be here and he would be able to pin point some of the insanity that was going on here, and that was all that I had truly needed more than anything else in the fucking world. It was all that I was even really wanting. Was to see if Brad knew if there was a way that he was going to be able to help me out in the slightest. If Brad was able to just simply give me some advice.

I did not really know if I was going to be able to get him fully on board with everything that was going on, but at the same time, a small part of me was almost finding myself not even caring. I just wanted to find some way to put it all behind me, and he was seeming to be the only one who knew what I was going to be totally needing and stuff. I was just sort of in denial. And I was willing to admit that denial, but in a way I was feeling like the denial was healthy.

I was thinking that when I would get him on my side, I would actually have a small chance to be able to have a person who was going to actually care what I had felt. I was thinking that if I was going to get anything done, I was going to need to act like it was not a totally lost cause. I wanted to have Brad at my side, no matter what was going to happen, and I was wanting to have somebody be there for me if it turned out that I was wrong about who killed him, or if he was killed at all.

I was getting closer to the house, and when I was thinking about what I would see, I thought about that younger kid, and I was wondering if he deserved to be brought into something that he had no idea about. Just because I would not leave his brother alone, and I was going to be acting like he was the one who would be able to solve every problem that I had here and stuff.

I was eventually at the door of Brad's house, and then I knocked on the door, feeling like I was ready for whatever was to be coming up next. I was telling myself that if that kid was there, he was going to deserve better than a reaction from me acting like what was going on with him was some terrible thing, and like he was a gross fucker or something like that.

Eventually, before I was needing to think about it more, that was when Brad had answered my door, and I was wondering what he was going to even want to tell me in the first place. He was just thinking about what I was even going to have to say to him to make him feel like I was not going to just be making things any worse for him. "Can you please be able to help me out right now? I think that there is something much deeper than either one of us going on right now." I said, and then after I admitted that, I was sort of wondering what Brad was going to even want to say to this now. I was seeing him sort of looking like he was willing to give me a chance to explain.

"What is going on?" Brad asked, almost as if he was just wanting to get this over with, that there was no way in hell I was going to be able to come up with something that was going to be making him feel like it was worth the fight in the first place. I was just feeling like when Brad would ask me something else, everything would start to be coming together much more than I was sort of wanting it to.

"Well, the truth is that Sam died recently. His body was found in the soccer field last night, and I have no idea what the fucking hell to say. I mean, I did not ever expect something like this to happen, and now I am here, wondering what the fucking hell is is going on that is making any of this happen in the first place. It is much too hard to understand." I said, and then after I was saying that to him, I was seeing brad looking like he was getting instantly serious on what I was saying.

"Oh my god Ken, is there something that you need right now? You know, to sort of help you out and stuff." After he had said that to me, I was unsure of what I would be telling him, and I was thinking that there was no point in lying about the way that I had been feeling right now. I felt like shit, and that was why I went to him, as well as the feeling that he was going to be able to go around and actually help me out putting this together.

"Yeah, I think that I need to figure out what the fucking hell is truly going on here. People are saying that it was a suicide, and I refuse to believe that something like this is going on, and that something must have happened to me. I mean, Sam was not the perfect man at all, but he was never wanting to kill himself at all and stuff." I said, and then I was wondering what would be happening if I was going to be taking this slowly, and take this harder than I had ever expected to be taking it.

"I mean, what do you think is going to be happening if you look into this, and you start to see that maybe he was indeed just killing himself? I mean, surely there must be less to this than we are fearing." Brad was saying, and he was clearly trying to be sounding better for himself, but he was clearly unsure of what was going to be going down now, and he was not wanting to admit something like this no matter what.

"Brad, I know that it may be hard to be going into, but we need to remember the fact that we were forced to be fighting a man who wanted to make us work for some fucking messed up business and stuff. I just think that maybe we need to see that something like this might indeed be possible. I think we have to at least consider that some monster out there thought that maybe Sam was me, and decided to kill him to react to what had happened and stuff." I was saying, and I was wondering what Brad would be saying to something like this, if there was anything to say at all.

"I mean, I guess that something like this might have a chance of being real and stuff. But I just don't know. I mean, if there is somebody here who might be coming after you, do you think that you might have to start to try and get ready for something like this? Try to be ready for any fight that might be coming up?" Brad asked me, and then after he had said that to me, I was seeing him sort of looking like he was wanting to see what I would tell him.

"I have a feeling that there will be a fight that I will have to fight. But in a way, I will be kind of glad that something like this might be coming up. To sort of prove myself that I am going to be able to keep it together. To keep it down to a level of certainty that I will be totally ready for and stuff. I think that I need your help. I need your help to figure out what might be going on here. To see if there is a person who was going around, who had killed Sam. And if there was, what I can maybe do to stop this from continuing and stuff." I was sort of wondering what was to be going on now.

"I don't really want to admit that something like this is possible. I think that admitting this is only going to be making things much worse for everybody around us. But that being said, I do have to admit that maybe there is a small amount of merit to your proposal. I mean, there is a chance that somebody could be after you, and what would you do then?" After Brad was saying this, I saw him looking lost. He was looking inside of the house, looking to think about Tucker a bit. And if he was going to be able to keep him safe. Then he was looking right at me, and he was looking like he had a lot to think about.

"Alright, I will help you out for the time being. Because I trust that you are going to be knowing what you are talking about here. I don't really know what to say here. I think that this entire situation might be one really messed up situation. But I believe deep down that you might be onto something here." Brad was admitting, and after I was seeing him say this, I was clearly seeing that admitting that was the hardest thing that he wanted to admit in his entire fucking life.

"I just have to keep it clear that I need to keep my family safe. I mean, figuring out what happened to yours is going to be great and everything, but if it gets to the point where helping you is going to get in the way of keeping my own safe, then I have to stop." Brad made his voice very clear, and I was aware of the point that he was trying to make here, and that there was no illusion that he was making now.

"I heard you loud and clear. And I will not be fighting you on this. I am glad that you are still willing to be giving me a chance at least." I said, and then after I had told Brad that, I was seeing him looking down, sort of unsure of if this was going to be worth it, but at the same time, he was thinking that maybe the truth could be able to prepare him for the future better than he was wishing to admit that it would.

"But now that we are understood, and we are aligned with each other, I think that maybe we just have to get right to the point now." Brad said, and he was getting closer to his car. As he was opening up the drivers seat, he was sitting down, and then he took out a cigarette. Something that he took up in spades after the prom incident.

I sat down in the passenger seat, and I was wanting to know if he ever really cared about the fact that this was something that was going to be getting him killed, or if it was just a mute point that people would be making if they tried to get him to stop. "I think that the first place to look would obviously be the soccer field. There must be something there that is left behind. Honestly, there is no way that everything was picked up yet." I said, partly in denial, and partly because what I was saying sounded like it had made so much sense here.

"Yeah, let's go there right now right away. I have a feeling that there might be some cars there or something, but that once we are able to avoid getting detected, even they will not be so bad." Brad said, and then I closed the car door. Brad was strapping on his seat belt. "You know, I never really was worried for my own life until a few months ago. When everything around me started to look like it was on the verge of falling apart. And now I am happy for every single day that I get to have a chance to live. Because I know that it will only be a matter of time before everything that I have been going through is gone, and that it will all come down to a halt. I mean, I do not want to think about what I will be dying and stuff. But I feel like I have to." After Brad had said that, he was looking right at me, and he was wondering what I felt on the matter.

"I have been living with that fear for almost four years now. Ever since I first got involved in some deals that I thought were going to go off without a hitch turned into a botched up mess. But I guess that the things that threaten to kill me change over time, and I get new enemies to replace the older ones that I have and stuff." I said, and then after I had told Brad that, I was wondering what he was going to be saying to me, and if there was any desire to speak in a way at all.

"I have no idea how you can be living like that. It sounds like a fucking nightmare. But I guess that people have a different way of handling things than I do. I guess that I will never be like you." Brad said, and then he shook his head, knowing that he would never be a good man in his own eyes.

He started up the car, wondering what was going to be happening now. As he was starting to drive on towards the field, I was sort of seeing him sort of looking like he was getting more and more at peace with the situation that he was in. Almost as if he was actually thinking that there was a chance that he could repair the mess that he had already been going in.

Eventually we were parked at the soccer field, and once we were there, that was when Brad was looking right at me, and he was looking like he was just trying to find something else to say that would make it seem like he was aware of how we were going to get to help each other out. I was just sort of feeling like no matter what was about to be going down, Brad would not have any words of advice to help me out, which I guess that I would not even be able to blame them on.

"Just stay here. You know, not get in danger or anything like that. I just hope that you guys are going to be totally fine and stuff." I said, and then after I was saying that to Brad, I was opening up the door, sort of telling myself that nothing else was going to matter. I needed to find a way to keep him safe, while also enabling him to still be able to help me out in a way that did not make him feel like he was stepping into boundaries that he wanted nothing to do with.

I was then getting inside of the field, and when I was looking around, I saw that there was log strand of the caution tape laid out around the area of where the body would be. I was taking a deep breath, just glad over the fact that no matter what was going to be happening, I did not have to look at his dead body, and that he was going to be safe that way. In a way, I guess that there was one thing about this whole situation that could have made this go much worse.

I was seeing the tape that would show the outline of the body, and then I bent down to be looking right above it, and I felt like staring at this was not going to be helping me at all. It was not going to be getting me any where closer to finding out the truth, and I was feeling like doing this was for better or for worse, just sort of going to be a waste of my fucking time.

As I was standing up, sort of wondering what was to be coming along now, that was when there was somebody that was jumping right at me. I was shocked to see this happening, and I did not have a moment to really be able to defend myself as they pushed me right down to the ground, and then punched me right in the face. I kicked them right off of me, and then I was seeing a knife on the ground, near where the body used to be and I felt it was strange that it was there and not a gun. But then a small part of me thought it might have been this guys knife. I picked up the knife, and then I put it in my pocket, knowing that I needed it.

I saw that the person was not even noticing what I had done, and that maybe this was going to give me a chance to have a one up at them in case if things were going to be getting stranger, and in case if I was needing to find a way to be fighting extra hard and stuff. Before I had a moment to truly react, he came up to me and punched me several times in the face.

I barely had a time to react to most of them and then when I finally had time to react to one, I balled up my own fists, and then I punched him in the face a few times myself. I was ready to take him down, and I was wondering if this was the one who had killed Sam, and was here to clean up the mess that he had made, and saw that I was here, and thought that taking me out was going to be a extra bonus to everything so far.

I saw him looking at me as he was holding his nose a bit, and I noticed that after all of this, I had actually made it bleed a bit. This was going to be able to give me a sort of higher ground for most of the next steps in this. I then kicked him in the face, and then he fell right down to the ground as well. I was feeling like I was almost ready to be fighting this guy, and making him suffer for the pain that he had caused me and my family. Under the assumption that it was him in the first place.

Then with that happening, and I was sort of basking in my victory for a moment, I was seeing him getting up, and he was looking like he had a wild fire in his eyes. Almost as if he was wanting to kill me for everything that I had just done to him. Then he lunged at me and then I was now the one on the ground again, and then he started punching me over and over again on the chest, and each time that he was doing this, the more that I was feeling like I was about to have a broken rib or something, and I was just telling myself that the knife was going to help.

I basically just needed to get a second to myself so that I can be able to take it out, and I would be able to stab him that way. And then once I did that, I would finally be able to take him out. So that was going to be the nest step to this whole thing. Getting that fucking knife and taking him out like this. I did not know if I could be able to have a chance, but I needed to try at least.

I was sort of just trying to be finding a way to be going forward with this whole thing. I was pushing them up off of me and then as they were finally getting a inch or so away from me, I slammed his face on the ground, even though I knew it was only grass and dirt under it. I did not care though. I was ready to be doing whatever it would be taking in order to make them punished, and to make them suffer.

I was getting closer and closer to getting this guy down. I punched his bloody nose right again, and I was wanting to make him suffer before I would take him out. I did not want to be killing anybody, but in a way, I was sort of feeling like I was justified in everything that would be fucking happening coming up soon. I felt like no matter how much I was going to feel bad for killing a man, I was going to be feeling like it was the right choice, and it was the choice that I had to be making if I wanted to bring peace in mind to what was going on with me.

He was grabbing my face a bit, and I was seeing him knee me in the chest, and then I was groaning a bit at this, just telling myself that I needed to focus on the bigger picture, and not on the supplemental pain that he was giving me by doing this. To acknowledge the pain was going to be letting him win, and I was not going to let him do that. I was not going to let him win at the very end of this. I was going to make him suffer, and that was all that I wanted in my entire life right now.

Eventually, I was starting to pull out the knife and this was when he was looking a bit shocked at what was going on, and that there was a ever so small trace of fear coming along in his face, as if doing something like this was going to be the end of his life. He was a smart little bastard, and I was going to be getting what I wanted when I tried hard enough.

Then with that, I stabbed him right on the side. Not only did I stab him, but I kept doing it. I did it three or four times before I was feeling like I was having a good amount to kill him. Then with that, I stood up, and then I was picking up the body. Despite what I had felt about him, I felt like I needed to know the truth. I needed to see why he did what he had done, and how I can punish him for this.

"Why did you do this to him? Why did you do this to me and every single other person who had known Sam?" I asked, and I was wondering if he was going to be going along with what I was asking him. if he was wishing to even speak with me in the first place. He coughed a little bit, and when he had done that, I was seeing him looking like he was wishing to find a way to make me listen to him. To see if I was going to actually take any of what he was telling us seriously in the slightest.

"Oh man, I did not kill Sam. I was given a contract to kill you to make sure that you would never find him though. I know some people who would be thinking that you are a terrible plague on their journey to salvation." He had told me, and then after he had said that, I was wondering what the fucking hell he was even meaning, and I just felt like I had to see where he was going to be going on this now.

"But who did it? Can you give me any ideas on where I should be going?" I asked, and then I was wondering what the hell he was even wanting to say. He was smiling at me, as if thinking that there was something really funny that was going on that he was too scared to tell me. He was almost thinking that if he would tell me, I might just freak out and not believe in him or something. Which was perhaps a relatively valid assumption to be making.

"The man who had done this was a man wearing a purple jacket. He had come to me because he said that he trusted my abilities to be able to handle a job well. After all I am somebody who has been in many fights before and has made no real problem or after math in what I did. If you had been killed, you would have been buried right away, and it would have been like nothing ever fucking happened at all." After he was saying this to me, I saw him sort of looking as if he was wanting to see what I was going to be telling him now at this point in time. I was in denial at what he had told me about the purple jacket. In my mind, there was no way that it was going to be that person at all.

"How the fucking hell did you meet that man in the first place? Why would he even want to be going after us anyways? I mean, I thought that my family had left him alone enough to justify the idea of him pushing us away and stuff." After I was saying this to that man, I saw the man looking right at me, as if sort of finding the stuff that I was saying to be a little bit sad. That I had known so little about what was even going on around me.

"He came to me. I never was the one that personally met him. I was minding my own business, doing my own job, and he came to me with an envelope and some money and said that he would pay me if I would listen to him and take his job. So I listened to him, and regardless of what is going on right now, I needed the money, so I would take him up on the offer, and I do not regret what I did, because I knew for a fact that I had to do this." The man said, and then I was rubbing my eyes, as if baffled by the fact that he was saying that being paid was a good excuse to go around and try to kill me.

"I don't know who he was, but it did not matter. I felt like once I did my job, and I got the money, we could be able to move along. Besides, a part of me was sort of thinking that there must have been something that you did to sort of justify what was going on here and as a result, I figured that I would just do what was asked of me." After he was saying this to me, I was just trying my utter best to be holding my anger back, unsure of what to say now.

"But what was going on? Do you really think that he might have actually been actually asking you to do something good? I think that maybe you got yourself into a tough situation just because you did not want to face any other option, and I do not really know how I am supposed to be feeling about such a thing." I was telling him, just wishing that maybe what I was saying was going to make him regret what he had told me.

"We live in a town that takes pride in the crime and the pain that it causes. We take pride in the fact that we commit sins on a daily basis, and you are going to be angry at this. Are you going to forget the fact that you yourself tried to be coming off as some big hero, somebody who was breaking the law to take care of other people who had been breaking the law? Don't you think that what you are saying could just a little bit hypocritical here?" He asked me, and I looked down, not wanting to admit that what he was saying did have a small level of truth to it, since doing so was going to admit a big weakness of mine and stuff.

"I did what I had to. I knew that nobody else was going to try and clean up this town, and that I had to at least give it a try. I tried to be a hero, and I tried to be somebody who would make a difference for the better. You are nowhere the same as me. I did what I thought was right." I said, and then after I had said that, I was wondering what the fucking hell they were even wanting to tell me now, and if there was anything that I can say to get them to listen to me.

"It is all a matter of perspective I guess. I had tried to help myself and other people that I cared out, while you were thinking that you were helping the city out. I think that in the end, we just do what we can in order to live another day in this town. There is nothing that is going on right now that is all that different." After he had told me this, I was seeing him looking at me as if he really wanted me to think about the point he had raised.

I looked around, and I was not wanting to admit it, but I was feeling like maybe there was a valid point to what he was saying. That I really was only helping out people on a certain perspective of things. "Well at least I was trying. At least I felt like I was doing the right thing, and if that is something that people are going to call me a monster for, then while I would not understand it, I would have to admit that maybe there is a level of truth to this. But what you did was entirely selfish. You did not try to help anybody out. You were only in it to gain something on your own."

"Despite what you may be thinking, that is still no different from you. You did something that would gain your own perception of doing something good here. In the end, you were just as selfish as I was. The only difference was the presentation of it. At least I had the balls to be truthful about it." He told me, and then I was just wishing that this man would shut up, and that he would get off my case about it all.

"You are acting like this is going to be making us the same right now? It is not going to be doing that. You are just acting like we have so much in common when we don't." I said, and then the man coughed again and said one final statement to me.

"One day you will see the irony of what I am saying. In fact, even if you do not want to admit it, I have a feeling that you already have. And that you are just sort of wanting to act like none of this is really even happening at all." After he had said this, he was closing his eyes. That was when Brad came onto the field, and was looking like he was needing to discuss something very serious with me.

"Hey Ken, are you going to be ready to head out? I mean, I had my doubts, but it seems like you are right. I listened to that entire thing, and I feel bad for telling you that something like this is not going on. If you need me to try and help you, then you can just tell me what is going on." Brad said, and then after he was saying that, and he was clearly just trying to hide the shock that he was facing, I was feeling like I needed to try and be patient with him no matter what.

"I guess that I will be heading out now. Since in all honesty, I have no idea what to be doing right now. It all just feels so strange. Knowing that I was right. Knowing that a man murdered Sam. My older brother, and I am unsure of what to be doing right now. I need to find a way to know the truth. But now that I know that I am actually dealing with a killer, I am suddenly not so sure on where this is going." I said, and then after I was saying that, I had wondered what was to be coming along now.

"Well let's just find a way to not die right now. I mean, like you said, you are literally dealing with a killer. Do you really think that you can be ready for something like this now?" Brad asked, and then after he had said that, he was looking right at me. That was when I was feeling like something was coming to my mind. Something that I needed to address for him, for his own safety, since I wanted nothing to do with making this worse for him.

"You saw me do this. The man who killed Sam knows that you are involved. He might be going out after you right now. You are no longer safe, and you are going to have to fight for yourself and your friends and family. I am sorry for doing this. If you want to be able to find a way to get out of this, to make sure that nothing happens to you or your family, I would not be angry at you, and I will just let you leave." I said, and I was wondering what was to be coming along now.

"I want to know how I can be able to help you. See if I can truly make a difference in making it so that nothing happens to you." Brad said, and I did not really think that there was any need to be saying anything else to him. In all honesty, I felt like there was a good chance that he was not going to be able to make it through this, and I had felt like I needed to be prepared for this.

"I know that I brought you into this, but at the same time, I do not really know if I am going to be ready for something to happen to you. Something that could very well get in the way of your own family and stuff. I mean, I lost a family member, and I might be losing the trust of the others with the fact that I have not returned or made any attempt to talk with them. I do not want something to happen to yours. I want to make sure they are at least safe until you continue this with me." I said, and then after I had told him that, I was looking at him a bit.

"If they are still fine by tonight, then you can meet me at this field, and we will discuss our next move. If they are not safe, then you need to be focused on them first. I will be placing my time and faith on this until I truly know much more than all of this stuff." After I told Brad this, I was seeing Brad sort of looking like he was actually sort of listening to me a bit more, and then he was telling himself that he was needing to go with this now.

"Yeah, I will listen to you. I will see how my family is doing, and every night that they seem safe, I will meet up with you until either they are in danger, we're dead, or the case is solved." Brad said, and then he was holding his hand out as if thinking that we were making a good deal here. I took it and shook it back, thinking that this was better than nothing at all, and that I needed to be cool with what was going on here.

"Thank you for listening to me. I will see what I can learn today and will let you know everything that I have learned by then." I said, and then after I had said that to him, I was wondering where this was going to be going now. If anything was even needing to be done now. Or if I was just going to be left behind on everything else now.

"See you tonight. Or hopefully I will be seeing you tonight." With that, Brad was heading out of the field, and I was seeing him looking like he was just not too sure what he was feeling right now. If he was supposed to be angry, or if he was sort of feeling like he had been doing what he could, and that he was doing a good job holding out the offer that he had placed forward at this point. I felt like this was a good starting point, and that it was something that we were needing to be going with and stuff.

As Brad was alone, I had debated deeply with myself on everything that was going on. I just felt like virtually nothing else was going to be helping me out on all of this. So with that, I decided that maybe it was time for me to be heading home, and when I would be at the house for a few hours, perhaps I can feel like I was going to be able to rest. If such a thing were even possible. But the more that I headed out, that was when I was seeing Brad's car coming right towards me. I had felt like if he was wanting to talk for a bit, I would listen to him, and see how things would go.

"Ken, I was just thinking about some things, if you were willing to listen to me on the stuff. If you would be willing to give me a chance." After he had said that to me, I was looking right at him, sort of unsure of what was going to be even happening. I felt like I was just needing to see if Brad had any real plans. But before I could think on it too much, I went inside of the car, feeling like U could spare a few minutes.

"What is it that you were wanting to talk about?" I asked, feeling like I just had to see where this was even going to head now. But then I was thinking that what Brad would be telling me would be really important, and that he was just trying to be my friend, and that I needed to help him with his feelings.

"Well, I was wanting to tell you something. I mean, I think that it might actually be important. Something going on with this town. Something going on with my mind. I mean, I have noticed it for a little while, but it only got much worse in recent months. Starting around when prom had happened. If you can believe how fucking convenient something like this might be." Brad said, as he pointed right at the side of his head. I decided that I needed to give him a chance at the very least.

"What is it? Is it something related to your head?" I asked Brad, hoping that the answer would be no. If the answer was yes, then I would not be ready for what was to be coming next, since I had a feeling that I had known exactly what the hell he was going to want to tell me here.

"Yes, it is something going on in my head. I can't properly describe it besides the fact that it is a large amount of pain. Like more pain than literally anybody in the world should be forced to endure. I have literally been feeling it in some form of subtle fashion since I was about twelve years old or so. But it has only gotten worse in recent years. Ever since prom, it is been something that would get bad maybe once every month to six weeks, but now it is something I feel at least once or twice a week. And after prom happened, for a while, it was every single fucking day." Brad said, shaking his head, and he was just looking like he did not even want to think about what was to come from talking more.

"How did you even start the pain in the first place?" I asked and then I took a long sigh, feeling like perhaps this was something that was really important after all. Something that I really needed to listen to, since if I was correct, this was actually sort of tying right into something that Sam was telling me. And I hated myself for not noticing it earlier. "I think that Sam had told me about something like this, and I did not take much notice of it. I thought that maybe he was just over hyping it or something."

"Well, I can't remember when it started, as much as I can remember the last period of time when I did not really have it. I was twelve years old when I remember the last time never having it. I remember something like a news broad cast coming up, and it was talking about that one fight from the hospital. Do you remember something like that?" Brad looked at me, as if giving me permission to speak.

"I do. Very vaguely do I remember something like that. It was a huge deal, but now nobody seemed to be discussing it. Why do you bring it up?" I asked, and then Brad was nodding, as if glad to know that I was not sort of denying him what was going on right now. That I was sort of able to be aware of what was happening and stuff.

"Yes, thank you for confirming that I am not insane. Anyways, back to my story at hand. I was watching that, and Tucker was in bed that night. I did not think much of it. But I got a visit from the mayor, and when he visited me, he talked to me for a long while about some things that I should be doing to help him out. I did not think much of it, but I knew that perhaps he was just not going to be leaving me alone on this. So I listened to him. As he was leaving, he gave me a piece of candy and I ate it." Brad said, and then he shrugged, as if thinking that perhaps it sounded silly, but it was all he knew of this.

"I think that perhaps we got to figure out what is going on here. I think that if we figure out what the source to this really in, then perhaps the two of us can be able to figure out what we are supposed to do in the long run with your case into Sam." He said, and then after he had said that to me, I was wondering what I should be saying. I mean, I would be lying if I said that I felt like what he was telling me was totally crazy. But I just did not know if these two cases can be tied.

And yet, a small part of me was feeling like it was going to be better than nothing at all. I was feeling like I needed to give this a try. I needed to at least see where I can be able to pull this whole thing together. "I think that maybe this could actually work. I mean, if for nothing else, we need to try. Just to see if perhaps there can be any connection." I said, and then after I was saying that to Brad, he was looking to me, as if so happy that I was finally working with him on something like this.

"Thank you very much. I think that the faster that I can be able to put this whole thing behind me, the better that it will be." He had said, and then after he had said that to me, I was wondering where this was even going to go. I just felt like the fact that Brad gave me this, even some start, could make it so much easier for us all.

"I think that maybe you can ask the mayor about something like this. Or perhaps the police. I mean, surely one of those two might be able to give you a good start on what to do with this." I said, and then after I had said that, I was wondering if Brad was going to be shooting me down on something like this. I did not really think that he was wanting to make this harder on me or anything, but I was just thinking that this whole thing was rather intense.

"I don't think that either one of them would be very keen on helping me. Especially since one of those two, the mayor, might be the one behind this, and I do not know if I want to confront him. But I guess that maybe this is not a wanting matter as much as a needing matter. So I guess that maybe we need to at least give this a try." Brad shook his head, wondering what was going to be coming along now. I was thinking that we just had to try. Brad was starting the car, and he drove slowly towards the mayors office.

As we eventually parked, I was wondering what was going to be happening now. I felt like I was just going to have to see what Brad would even ask of the mayor. If there was anything he even wanted to know about this pain that the mayor could enlighten him on, or if he was just going to quit part of the way through and just say that it was a mere coincidence.

We got out of the car, and I was just sort of wanting to stay back in case this got real ugly, since I knew the way that the mayor did his own things, and I knew that the mayor was not really somebody to be messed with. I knew that he was quite the opposite in fact. But I just had no real clue on how I was going to even take this whole thing now. "Brad, just go easy, and maybe he will be more open to listen to you proposals." I said, wondering if he would even want to hear this.

"I will do whatever it has to take. I don't care what the methods are, and I don't care if they are considered rough or anything. This man may be responsible for the reason that I have been in pain the last several months. The reason that maybe your brother has felt this way. It all may connect to Sam's death, and I am not going to let go just because I want to play nice or anything." Brad said, and I was shocked at this stern ness at everything.

Once inside of the building, I was sort of ready for whatever was to be coming next. I did not know what was to be happening, and in a way, I was thinking that I may as well let Brad run his own show considering everything that had been going on. I was thinking that perhaps he had every right to be the way that he was.

As we were inside of the office, that was when the district attorney was walking by us. He looked at us, as if he was thinking about what to say now, and that he was thinking we were looking like a dumpster fire. Which to be fair, I was, and Brad had looked angry for the last several minutes. "The mayor is busy right now. Maybe we can talk for a bit."

I was looking at Brad, as if silently pleading him to let this be enough. He was looking at the district attorney, and then he nodded, as if thinking that if for nothing else, this would be able to give him a chance to spread 'a message' to the mayor in case things went bad. So with that, they went inside of the attorneys office.

"What is it that you wanted the mayor to address?" The attorney asked. Now I knew that the attorney was a relatively normal dude in most cases. Probably early to mid thirties, blonde haired, looked like he had finally just gotten through the acne phase, and wore a normal suit attire. The point is that you would not think there was anything wrong with him. But if I knew something about the town, it was that it was hard to believe nobody had nothing going on.

"I want to talk to him about some problems that I have been having here. You know, problems with my brain and stuff. My friend just had his older brother die, and I think that there might be some connection to him and I. He had been murdered, and I think that it is finally time that somebody looks into what is going on here, and perhaps even properly addresses it like the police should have been doing here." Brad said, and then the attorney looked at Brad as if thinking his complaints were borderline cute.

"I don't think that the mayor can be able to help you. In all honesty, it is none of his business to be looking into things such as dead brothers. He is supposed to be doing actually important things, like watching over the city. And besides, if you are going to be coming in with something like head aches as your excuse, then you probably need to find something else to go with." He said, and then Brad was trying to keep his temper at a level of normalcy.

"Listen to me, the man gave me something several years ago, and it has never made me the same man again. I think that I have a right to at least talk with him. Besides, the mayor is said to watch the town, like you said, and maybe figuring out what is going on here who killed these people, is going to be able to do just this. And if you want to argue with me, then maybe you should have never been the attorney." After Brad said that, I was seeing the other guy just looking like he was a bit annoyed with the way that Brad was acting.

"Maybe when he has time, he will address you, but for the time being, he can't waste any time on this. And please, I know who you are. I know what you are doing on a normal basis. Don't even bother giving me that disabled brother sob story to make us look into something. Because nobody besides you gives a shit." After he had said that to Brad, this was when I was seeing Brad standing up, as if glad that now he had material to go off of with making this guy suffer.

Brad walked right behind the man, and then slammed his face right down on the ground. Then after that, he lifted it up for a second before slamming it down again, and made the man scream in pain. Then he grabbed the left arm of the attorney, and after a couple of seconds of applying pressure, caused a cracking noise. Then after that, he placed the mans index finer at the paper cutter. I was looking at him, shocked at the fact that he was doing this in the first place.

"Do you promise me that you will let me have an appointment with the fucking mayor? Do you think that I am still messing around and stuff?" Brad asked, and the attorney was starting to speak a bit more, only doing it for his own safety.

"I believe you. You have made your point. You wish to speak with the mayor. I will set up something for you. We can be reasonable about this whole thing." The man said to Brad, and then Brad was pressing the cutter down, nearly hitting the finger. "I can set it up for you tomorrow, and make it a immediate emergency meeting."

"Good. Do you promise me that you will not talk shit about my brother again and that you actually plan on helping me figure this out?" Brad questioned a bit deeper, as the attorney started to stutter out more words to make Brad seemingly calm down for a moment. Which gave Brad a lot of pleasure to watch.

"I will see what I can do. I don't think that I can make any promises though. I mean, I am a very busy man right now." The attorney said, and then Brad was lowering the thing and starting to cut the mans finger a bit. I was wanting to stop him, but at the same time, I could not help but feel this man had something to do with what was going on, so I did not try.

"Fine. I will set aside some time if you will just let it go. I had no intention on making you angry. I thought that you just needed a better platform to be going on. But I guess that perhaps I was wrong about you." He said, wanting to cry a bit, and then Brad was thinking about it a bit longer.

Before I could stop him, or before he could have a second to think about it, Brad slammed the paper cutting fully down, cutting the tip of the mans finger off. "You better hold your end to the promise, or else I will take more." Brad said, and then he looked at the attorney. "Appointment tomorrow. Do it if you want to keep the rest of the finger." With that, Brad and I left the office, and he was looking right at me. "Went better than I expected. Better hold his end to the deal. We should meet with Sheldon. See what he has to say to this." Then we went in the car to get ready.

As we were eventually back at the gas station, Brad was looking like he was ready for business and stuff. I was shocked that this whole thing was actually coming together in such a perfect sense. Almost like it was just too good to be true and stuff. But in the end, I was sort of feeling like I needed to try and be there for Brad. Once inside the station, Sheldon was looking right at us, wondering what to be saying now.

"Hey, how are you two doing?" Sheldon said, and he was looking like he was kind of ready to be seeing if there were going to be any big fucking fights coming along. Almost as if he was thinking that something like this was going to be genuinely exciting and stuff. Brad was thinking that he would take the show since he knew Sheldon better anyways.

"I have been helping Ken deal with some problems with his brother right now. It turned out that he ended up dead, and we are looking into figuring out where this whole fucking thing really fucking will be and stuff." Brad said, and he was looking at Sheldon, as if curious to see what his gas station working friend was going to be telling him. Sheldon looked like there was not much more to be saying, but at the same time, he was clearly interested to see what was coming from this.

"That is awful. I mean, I hope that you will be able to find some peace in mind and stuff. I hope that this does not get any worse, since I know what it is like to lose a sibling, and then have it all go down a hill of pain and misery." Sheldon said, nodding, feeling like this was the most he needed to describe of the event and stuff. But at the same time, he was just wanting to see what was to be coming now.

"What happened with you, if you are willing to tell me? I mean, I think that it might be important to know what the people around me have gone through." I said, and then after I had said that, I was wondering what the hell he was even going to be saying. If he was even planning to say much at all. Or perhaps he was just wanting to keep this to himself for once.

"Well, I had a older sister who went missing. Soon enough, she died, and that was something that I would later learn, and I would have to get used to. I mean, that is pretty much all that I need to know right now." After Sheldon had said that to us, I was wondering if I was even needing to let him continue going on at this. He was looking like the very thought of the truth was getting to him just a bit more.

"I am sorry to hear that. But I was wondering if you perhaps had any information that could be related to the case of Sam, and something that could lead to what can help me learn of his death? I mean, if you can be able to help me have a start, then I can be able to find a way to make some sense out of this whole madness, and I can be able to help put this behind me. And give a good answer to the rest of the group." I said, and then after I was saying that to him, I was seeing Sheldon looking like he was wanting to say more, but that he was scared of everything here.

"The two of us talked for a while back in the day. And a few months ago, we briefly had another connection again. We teamed up once more in a way that I was not expecting. The entire time that he had been working with this guy, Sam then talked a bit about some guy in a purple jacket. I did not really think too much onto this whole thing. I did not really know what was going on, and I felt like it was not much of my business, but I asked him if he had any plans to go out after it. He said that he would not want to because he felt like it would the scariest thing he would ever go with." After he had said that to me, I was wondering what was going to be happening next. I was just feeling like I had to know.

"Did he tell you much about that man? Or did he just say that he was being simply followed by him and stuff? I think that this could be able to help me if you know more about it." I said, and then after I had said that to him, I was wondering what the hell this guy was going to tell me. I felt like I had to find a way to learn about what was even happening in the first place. I just felt like we had a long way to be going now.

"He was saying that this guy had been around for about three years or something like that. Tried to get him to go into this different dimension or some shit like that. I don't really remember too much about it. The whole thing seemed a bit silly to me. But I guess that people are just too scared to come up any real answers at hand." After he was saying that to me, I was seeing Sheldon looking like he was not sure what was to come up here.

"I think that maybe you should not be forced to something like this. I think that you should just go along and just do what you want. That way you have a chance to be able to survive." Sheldon said, and then I was looking right at him, and I knew that he was not going to like what I was going to tell him. He would tell me that this was insane, but I felt like I was just going to have to try in order to make it look like I was ahead of the game now.

"I do want to figure this out, and that is why I think that pursuing this case is the only way that I am going to be having a chance to survive. I mean, I do not expect you to understand, but it is what I have to be doing right now." I said, and then after I had told him that, I was looking out the window, and I was seeing that there was a car parking. As I looked at the car, I knew that this was going to be getting a lot more intense soon, and that I needed to get right to the point.

"I think that if I wanted to make something like this work, I would be sort of forced into something like this. I would have to try harder. But I guess that this whole thing is just a bit crazy to imagine. I think that it might be hard to imagine a person sort of doing something dangerous in order to find peace of mind. It seems to be a little contradictory in all honesty." I said, and then after I had said that, I was wondering what was going to go down and stuff.

Eventually, that was when there was a person inside of the gas station. I was seeing that the guy was having a gun inside of his pocket. I knew that this guy was going to be a dangerous factor if we ended up letting him do something. But for the time being, I was feeling like I needed to go on and give this a try. I mean, if I did not find something to do with him, he was going to be killing Sheldon and Brad, and I did not want that on my mind.

"Well, I guess that if you want to work it out, I will not stop you. I just don't understand how somebody besides me would be willing to put their life on the line for something. I guess that maybe I just have to see that I am not the only crazy person in this world." Sheldon said, and then I was seeing the guy who just recently came in starting to put his hand at the gun. Before he was able to react, I took out my knife and stabbed him right in the hand, and then I quickly took the other knife out and stabbed his side chest a bit. I felt like this was going to be my way to make him stop doing this. Then I sat him down the chair near me, where Brad, Sheldon and I could debate with him.

"Now tell me what it is that you are doing here? Can you tell me what is happening right now, and what your motives really are?" I asked, and then after I had asked this man that question, I was seeing him looking like he was wanting to just tell me to fuck off, but that something like this was not going to be getting him very far, so he was just not going to even bother with it.

"I was told by my boss to clean up the mess that I had made here, and I was thinking about just not even trying to do anything else besides just coming in and shooting you and letting you die. But I guess that maybe I did a bad job hiding the gun. I guess that maybe it was just not meant to be." He said, and then he smiled at me. Almost thinking that this was actually a little bit interesting.

"What does your boss look like? Maybe we can be able to go on and pay him a visit." Sheldon said, and then he was sitting down right in front of the guy, as if wanting to see what this man was going to say now. Since he had three people around him, he knew that if he wanted the bare smallest chances to survive, he had to work with us now.

"He is somebody who wears a red flower on his jacket, and I was never really able to see his face. It was too hidden by the shadows. I have always been doing jobs given to me by him. Such as going down to a fucking house and meeting with some people to perform one night stands. Every time he gives me a job, I have no choice but to go with it. I mean, I just don't think that anybody would really understand what it would be like to just be given a job by somebody you can just tell has more authority over you. So much so that the very idea of going against them would be almost on par with the dumbest idea you ever could come up with." He said, and then he was just moaning a bit more, unsure of what to say.

"A red flower? You think that you can be able to tell us where you last met him? That is very important." Sheldon said, and I was shocked to be seeing that he was taking so much of a lead on something like this, and I was wondering what he was even wanting to do now. Considering the fact that he had literally zero connection with Sam, this whole thing did just seem a bit odd was all. I was wondering what he was really wanting to do now.

"I met him at some diner or something like that. I don't know. Or it was a pizza shop. Does it really matter all that much where I met him? I just saw him, and he gave me a contract, and I had to follow through with it. I mean, from the way he was talking, it seems like he was not even the highest up person in his field. He was sounding like there was still at least one man who had the authority over him and stuff." After he said that, this is when Brad was coming in, and decided to take Sheldon's turn.

"I think that I may know a area in town where there is a pizza shop and a diner right next to each other. I mean, there are like seven or eight pizza shops in this town alone. It is insane. But only one of them is right next to a diner. So I think that maybe I can be able to drive you there Ken when this is done." Brad said, and then I nodded at him, thankful that he was doing this. Then I looked right at the man, and I was ready to be talking to him more.

"Listen, I do need to know because I plan to make all of your lives hell. I am going to be killing that man, and I am going to make sure that he will have the worst day ever when I do something like this." I said, and then after I was saying this, I was sort of wondering what he was going to be saying now. "I have a lot of stuff that I have the right to do this over, and I am going to make sure it is the most painful moment."

"Something you may be thinking sounds really noble is not going to be going the way that you are planning bringing it. I think that you will soon realize that this is just going to be a rough path. Even if you kill that man, there are still others who you have to be dealing with. And I do not really know if you are ready for something like this." The man was telling me, looking straight in the eyes at me, as if wondering if I was some demented freak to even try to do something like this.

"If it is a battle that I will have to fight to make sure that I can be able to bring down this entire town, then it is something that I will do. I think that the town has had too many things going on around it for me to just brush it off. I am going to be finding a way through this, and I am going to make sure that I am the only one who comes out of this." I said, and then after I had said that to him, I was seeing him truly looking like he was wanting to find something else to say.

"In a way, you helped this man out find some peace with his brothers death. By giving him a simple piece of advice on where to go here." Sheldon said, and then he was starting to talk in a more stern voice, one that was giving off a level of authority. "This man has to deal with the fact that his older brother is dead because of the men that you work for. Now I don't think that you understand or give a fuck what is going on here, but we will make sure that none of this continues. Now I can't go out right now and do anything since I work here right now, but if you knew all the fights I had to fight in order to make sure that I have a chance or survival and giving revenge to the people who were wronged here, then you would be thinking it was a miracle I was even merely alive." After Sheldon finished this, he laughed a bit, as if thinking that what he was saying was going to fly.

"Is there anything else that you want to tell me before I head out?" I asked, trying to be getting right back at point before he was going to be losing nay desire to be helping me out and stuff. Before he was going to be telling me off and stuff. I had seen him looking like his thoughts were helping him out, but not sure on where to go here.

"Well, he was telling me that he was going to be making a business deal there. Something really big. Like it was going to be sort of give him a promotion. He was looking like he was planning every single movement out. I mean, he was looking like he was going to just rock the fuck out. I don't know. I think he mentioned something about the people down at the police station, like a deputy, helping him out." Then after he said that, I was just thinking that maybe if I was lucky, I could come in on this business deal.

"Thank you for helping him out. I think that he will be finding enough to go with here." Sheldon said, and then after he was saying that to the man, that was when Sheldon looked like he had gotten a darker look on his face. He stood up, and went behind the man, and I was shocked to see what he would do.

He took out a knife, and stabbed the guy in the neck. Brad looked like he could not have cared less, and had seen this before. Then Sheldon pulled the knife out, stabbed him on the other side, and then stabbed him right in the center of the neck as well, before doing one full streak across it to confirm the kill. Then with that, the mans bloody face fell down on the ground. Then he looked at me, and was looking like he had finally rooted for me now. "Go out and find them right now. You are going to do this." Sheldon said, and then Brad followed me to the car, letting me be driven there, while Sheldon would dispose of the body. I was not ready for the battle, but I was excited for it.

Once we were in the car, Brad was driving me along, and he was sort of looking like he was going to be all fine with everything that had been going on and stuff, and I just had no idea what I was even planning and stuff. But then we parked the car, and I was just sort of unsure of what was to be happening and stuff. Brad looked right at me, as if finding something to say to me, to make me feel like everything would finally make some sense and stuff.

"Ken, I wish you luck on what you do right now. I think that you deserve to find peace at mind for what happened to Sam. But I think that maybe we should just go and find something that can help you start a life after this. I mean, as good as something like this may be, I think we have to be realistic on what is actually driving you forward. But I will let you do this for now." After he had said that, I was nodding, not really in the mood for his lecture, but deep down I would be lying if I said I did not think there was a level of truth to it.

"I will just do what I can to make things better. I think that I have to remember how much of a mess this whole thing really is and stuff. But I think that as long as I have a chance to place this behind me, I will be all fine and stuff." I said, and then I was standing up, heading out of the room, sort of unsure of what was even going to be ahead of me at this rate. I just felt like when I would see this man, I would be letting all hell break lose.

I went out of the car, and I went inside of the diner, where I was seeing the area look like it was closed. I was seeing the man with the red flower staring right at me. He was looking like everything was finally coming together. "I was wondering if you were going to show up and try to talk with me for a bit. I guess that now that you are here, we might as well see how things can go. See if we can be able to reach some form of agreement." He had said, and he was holding his hands out, as if thinking that what he had said was a mildly amusing statement to make.

"I just have to know why you did what you did. I need to know what had caused you to be going around and killing people just for personal gain. What is making you feel like this is justified right now." I said, and then after I had said that to him, he was looking at me, as if thinking that I would never understand this.

"It's just a political issue. I mean, your brother was considered to a wild figure of potential with some other people here. But to be quite frank, he was a big let down, and people just do not want to be dealing with something like that. They do not want to deal with a man who was meant to be bringing them hope, but has brought them nothing besides just a massive level of anger and annoyance. I think that your brother might have been too dangerous for them to really want to play around anymore." He said, and then he shrugged, as if almost thinking that this was a sad event.

"But to be fair, I think that you can say that your brother did spark something in you. Sparked something that none of us were ready for. A actual fire that can be able to make you more willing to play with us. Play with our words. Play with our ideas, and in the end, I think that maybe he might have been coming off as a important figure for that reason." The man said, and then I was trying to keep my composure, and still unsure of where I even fell into this whole puzzle.

"Listen, I have no idea what your plans are, and I have no desire to know what they are. I think that if I were to try and understand them, then I would sort of releasing a monster." I said, and then I was standing up, and I was ready to leave, not even wanting to waste time with this piece of massive shit. But then he got up, came to me, and then he punched me in the face.

"The conversation ends when I feel like it ends. You do not have any power on saying when we are done talking here young man." He said to me, and then he was looking like he wanted to make that point crystal clear to me. I was not really sure of what I was going to be doing. I had stared right at him, and I was sort of feeling like I just needed to see what was going on with him.

"Well, I know that you are not even the one who is running this show, and I do not really know if I want to waste my breath on you to be honest." I said, and then he pushed me to the wall, as if pissed that I had said this, and he grabbed a knife from the side and tried to plunge it right into the side of my chest. Then I grabbed my own knife and stabbed him in the chest. Then he was falling down to the ground.

"I want to know what happened here. I want to know why you guys are doing what you are doing. I think that this is the least that I really need to know. I think that as long as you fucking tell me what is going on here, I will sort of be able to put this whole madness to some level of sense." I said, and then he looked like there was something that he was willing to say.

"You will meet him soon enough. He knows who you are, and you are somebody who is very interesting to him. He will explain everything to you, and then you will be able to stop going around killing people for no real good reason besides to have some fucking false sense of vengeance and you will see that this quest is not going to be giving you any form of peace." After he was saying this to me, I was sort of unsure of what was going to even happen now.

"I want to know where I can be able to see him so I will be able to meet him right away. I think that this is the one thing that I want to do to make things better." I said, and then after I had said that, I wondered what was even going to be giving me some form of peace. I felt like when I would see this man, I would have a lot of stuff to be doing. "I will be looking forward to ending his life as well. Then I will be able to put this peace of mind behind me. And you are a step to creating this for me." I said, and I was unsure of what was to be even happening at this rate.

"Trust me, he will not be very keen on you ending our lives. He will have a judgment to make. One that he will not be very scared to pass, and when he passes it, you will lose everything that you have been working so hard for. And then it will feel like you lost it all. We are the same on that regard. And you will see what I mean soon enough." After he had said that, he laughed, wanting to see what I was to be saying now.

"If this is what it is going to take to know that my brother, my family, and his girlfriend, and my brothers friends, will be able to put something to rest, then it will be what I will do. He does not deserve this. You deserve this, and all your fucking asshole allies." I said, and then once I was done with that, I laughed, feeling like I was finally ready for what was to be coming along now. I left the diner with my knife, ready to finally put some of this behind me once and for all.

I eventually got inside of Brad's car, and I was wondering what was going to even fucking happen next. I was just feeling like when I would finally get this all together, then I would finally feel like I was the man who would make a difference. I looked at Brad, sort of unsure of what I even wanted to do now. "Brad, I still feel like there is more that I have to be doing to make this whole thing work. I do not really understand if I will be able to truly put this all behind me, but I feel like I am getting one step closer every single time that I go around and I fight for the better of the town." I said, and I was wondering what he would be saying now. If there was anything he wanted to say in the first place.

"I think that maybe you might be having a lot to go through, and I can see what I can be able to do to make it all work. But I guess that I will not be stopping you. I mean, you are finally looking like you are making a difference here, and I am glad that this is finally happening. But Ken, what if you end up getting killed before this is over?" Brad asked, and I shrugged.

"It is a risk that I have to take. But this does mean that I am going to have to find a way out of this. I am going to have to find a way to make this all seem like it truly mattered. I think that maybe I should stop by Susan or stop by my parents. I don't fucking know. I think that I just have to be seeing one of them, and seeing what I can be able to do to make things better for everybody else around me.

"I guess that maybe you have a lot more on your shoulder than you really want to admit. I do not know if that is a good thing or not, but I think that as long as you realize that, everything will finally have a chance to be working out for us. I think that perhaps we should go on and try to find a way to make the people in your family think that this is not going to be getting you killed and stuff. But I don't really know how this is even happening." After Brad had told me this, I was seeing him looking like he had wanted to find something that would make us feel like we had a chance to survive this fight.

"This is going to be a rough road. I do not want to make these people a promise that I have no way of knowing if it can be made or not. I guess that this whole thing is just going to be a bit hard for me to even try to justify. But who knows, I will see how I can possibly make this whole insane situation have a chance of working." I said, and then after I had told her this, I was wondering what was my next step in action. "I think that I will try to tell them what I am doing. But I just have no clue on how I will say it and not get them angry at me and stuff."

I was seeing Brad starting to drive me closer and closer to my house, and as he was doing this, that was when I was feeling like I finally had made up my mind about what I was wanting to do next, and where this should be bringing me. "Bring me to Susan's house, and then take me home after that." I said, and then after I was saying that to Brad, he looked right at me, and he was looking like he was just unsure of what to say now. But at the same time, he was sort of thinking that he might as well go with this whole entire thing.

"Yeah, I can bring you there. I just hope that nothing goes on that is going to be too dangerous with you and her. I mean, if something were to happen to her, I know that you would not really be all that forgiving of yourself." After he had said that to me, I was seeing him turning around, and coming closer and closer to me. As if he was finally feeling like I was onto something that could be considered at least kind of smart and stuff.

Eventually, after several minutes, Brad parked the car in front of where Susan lived after I led him to the destination. After I had done that, I was looking right at him, wondering what I was going to be telling him. If I wanted anything to say to him in the first place. "I will be here for a few minutes. I think that maybe you should head home. I think that your family needs you more, and this time I am actually being serious." I said, and then after I said that, Brad looked down, as if not wanting to admit the merits to this, but knew deep down I was right.

"Just don't do anything too bad right now. Just make sure that you keep yourself and her safe. That is the one thing that I really want you to focus on." After Brad had said that, he left me alone as he was driving off. I was then taking a deep breath, knowing what was to be coming now, and what I was forced to do.

With that, Brad was gone, and I sighed in annoyance. I then went towards the door, and then I knocked on Susan's place. When I did that, I waited for several seconds, unsure of what I was going to even say in the first place. I had felt like when I was going to see her, Susan was going to be telling me that she wanted nothing to do with me.

But she answered and before I even knew it, I had started to speak, and I was feeling like the stuff that I was saying was going to be a good way of speaking to her for the most part considering everything that had happened. "I am so fucking sorry for having sex with you without any follow up, and not giving you any feeling of me actually caring about what was going on. I should have been there for you more, and that is something that I am willing to fucking admit right now. I should have found a way to be able to make things easier for you. And that is what I failed to do when I banged you and then left." I said, and then after I had said that to Susan, I just had no idea what was even going to be coming out of this right now.

"I know that you are probably just going through things on your own way. I mean, I do wish that you spoke to me more, but I don't know what is going on in your mind, so I have to keep that in perspective. He was your brother after all." She said to me, and I was seeing her looking like she was trying to clearly decide if she was wanting to buy into what she had said, or if she was still pissed at this whole thing.

"I still should have found a way to try and speak out to you. That is something that I think I should not really get over. But I guess that it is just a situation that we are all stuck in right now. Not really too sure on how we are going to pull through on anything." I said, and then after I had said that to him, I was then seeing her sort of looking like she was wanting to find a way to keep this whole thing together right now.

"I will be heading out right now. I will just try to be better at communication in the future. I feel like you deserve that, and I am going to be going along, doing my best to let you have this." I said, and then I was holding my hand out to her, as if trying to find a way to be making this seem like we were on a level of cordial discussion. "Want to call it clean this time? You know, and then if something happens soon, and I disrespect you again, then we can start to find a way to make me pay for it." I said, and then after I had said that to her, I was sort of looking like she was willing to work this out.

"Yeah, I guess we can call it good. You know, just find a way to sort of put this behind us. I think that it is the least that we can do considering the situation." Susan said, and then she shook my hand. We were finally looking like we respected each other on a level that I was ready to be approaching. A level that I felt like we actually could work with.

"I better head out now." I said, and then after I said that, I said one final thing to them to make her seem like I was still going to make it all fucking work. "I will do my best to make this seem like you and I are finally on a good level of communication. You deserve this, and I will give it to you." With that, I was gone, and this time, I was truly meaning it and stuff.

I was walking along, and then eventually, I was hearing a loud noise in the distance, and I was wondering what the fucking hell was even going on. I turned around, and I was seeing something that was looking like a giant blue hole. I was confused out of my ever loving mind, and I was just at a loss of anything to be saying or doing right now.

Before I even had anything that I wanted to say could come out of my mouth, that was when there was a man in a purple jacket several feet behind me. "Young man, I have to admit, you either got a lot of guts or you were really stupid to be going around and actually be the first person who put in a real attempt at bringing me down. Despite the whole thing being something I could not ponder, I have to admit that I do admire your strength. Much more than the fake perception that your brother had given me, and I had to easily take care of him. He was useless, but you are different. I like you. You are tough, and I think that with simple persuasion, I could be able to convince you to join my ranks." He said, and then he walked closer to closer to me, and I was walking further and further back in fear, not even remembering the hole.

"I know you do not understand my plans right now, and you might never understand my plans. I am fine with that. But I think that I still need to take care of something that is ahead of me. And for that reason, I am going to be sending you on my journey." He said, and then he pulled a black ball out of his pocket and then shoved it in my mouth. "Give it some time. It will kick in when it is ready."

I was starting to struggle against him, wanting to spit the ball out, but then he pushed me through the gate, and then he smiled. "Despite your best efforts, you can't really seem to fight a man who knows you are coming, and knows how you can handle yourself. You will learn how to do what is important soon enough, and when that happens, I will be there to make sure you are on the correct path." He said, and then I was already falling through, unable to speak, and I was scared as the gate closed, and I was sent to this area I am now. And this is where I am. Hopefully I will find a moment to speak to this again soon enough, where I can have more to talk about now. But then then, I am going to be off on my own.