To Kenny “The Jedi” Mull, this is long overdue!
After finishing off the last of the Jack, he looked down the long road…sighed… and thought “here we go.”
Staying in one place was no longer an option. The body count he was leaving eliminated the idea of social interaction.
Whatever it was that was following him didn’t care; it didn’t seem to have any feelings. It just did.
He sighed again, dropping the bottle and pulling his jacket tighter around himself. It was cold out, but traveling at night was safer. There was less chance of being seen and less chance of making contact.
There was an answer, he knew there had to be, but he needed time, something he seemed to be losing each day.
As he continued to walk, he went over the last three days in his head; he thought he had been safe. He kept seeing the faces even though he didn’t know their names. He rubbed his hands in some sort of motion to remove the blood that was no longer there but felt stained into him.
They had been so young. He shook his head; he couldn’t think to much about it. He couldn’t change it now. He had to find a way to stop it. That was the only answer.
He saw the lights coming behind him. The road was dark and most cars didn’t even see him. Most people don’t register those who try to blend, try to become part of the landscape. He was one of those people now.
He kept walking until the lights changed from white to red and blue. He closed his eyes and stopped walking. He took a deep breath when he heard a car door open and the officer say, “Hey buddy… What are you up to out here?”
He knew he hadn’t done anything to draw attention to himself. It was possible, however, that he was being looked for. There would be a description. He would match it. “Nothing. Just heading home,” he replied without turning around.
He could hear the officer approaching. If this happened quickly enough, then nothing would go wrong.
“So, where do you live?” the officer asked.
“Close,” he replied. He knew the officer was less than five feet from him now. He could hear the officer’s breathing and heartbeat. That was bad. It was close.
“Sir, could you please turn around?” the officer asked.
He wanted to say no. He wanted to run away. This would just get him tazed or shot at best.
He slowly turned, keeping his eyes averted.
“Sir… Sir… Could you look at me?” the officer asked. He wanted to scream NO!
Then he knew it was over. It was over for this officer who was doing his job, who had friends… Family… a life and it was about to end.
He looked up slowly and saw the wings unfurl behind the officer.