Okay, this is just a little after-thought of Blank Confession. I read this book in two hours, then I reread it the next day. It is probably the best thing I've read in my entire life, and I've read a LOT of books. I don't own anything you may recognize; Pete Hautman does. Enjoy.
Shayne Blank didn't have a plan.
He rode down the highway, fifteen over the speed limit, helmet fastened on tight. This is what he did. Driving fast helped him think… or not to think. He knew that Officer Rawls would bust Jon Brande's brother. Jon Brande… he was dead. And Shayne just admitted to a criminal justice officer that he committed the murder.
He didn't of course… but nobody knew that. Nobody accept Mike Martin and Kyle Ness. But neither of them was going to speak up about it. Shayne let out a breath of air as he swerved his motorcycle around a hole. He hadn't meant it to go on this long… that thing with Jon. But it was all over now. And he was on his way to his next mission, wherever that may be.
The sun was sinking faster now as Shayne flew past a red light. Shayne Blank… he liked it. That was his name now, and it was his duty to go from place to place, to get rid of those that hurt others. Like Jon Brande. The guy who abused his girlfriend and her little brother, Mikey Martin. But not anymore… not after Mikey accidentally pushed him off of that roof…
"Crap…" Shayne muttered under his breath as he sped up. For the first time he considered the possibility of Mikey telling everyone the truth. The kid had a mouth on him, that was for sure. Shayne worried that he'd march on over to the police station and confess everything. Shayne didn't spend two hours confessing to a murder for nothing. Not to mention getting tazed twice and stabbed in the leg.
But Officer Rawls had the cell phone. That thought alone put a small smile on Shayne's face. Shayne didn't smile much, but this thought formed his mask of indifference into one of happiness. That phone had all of the evidence that Jon's brother Stewart wasn't so innocent after all. Yes, justice would be served.
As for Shayne? He escaped. It was all too easy. He walked right in, confessed to a murder, made a break for it. But now… now he was on his way to a new destination. He would do the same process he'd been doing since he left Louisville. Find an empty lot. Settle down. Locate the weakest kid. Then help him or her… fix things. He didn't know why he did it. Probably because that was all he had left.
Yes. He was sixteen. He was alone. Everything about him was complicated. But Shayne Blank was not who he seemed. That, he was sure of.
This was just a short little thought I had. Blank Confession seriously spoke to me, and it kind of changed me at the same time. This is probably written more for me than anyone, so if you didn't like it, that's okay. It just feels good to put out there. If you have ever read Blank Confession, feel free to PM me so we can discuss! Thanks!