Chapter 4: Power of Authority
I continued on my journey Sophie less and now Paul less, but I would not let this dissuade me.
"I'm coming for you Sophie, And whoever took you away is going to get it". "Maybe the sheriff can help me?" I whispered. I knew of a sheriffs office not too far from where I was and decided to get some help. I saw a man wandering around and decided to ask him for directions, "Hello man where is the sheriff?", "Oh me? I'm going there right now lets go together" he elaborated "I nodded and we went".
"Don't worry Simon the sheriff is there" The man grumbled and pointed exuberantly at the Large brown building with many windows, It seemed to be built in the early days of this town but it was standing strong after all years, made of tougher stuff I suppose, The earlier buildings were made with Camelthorn wood, and the structural integrity of these early houses indicate that they were made by the great architect Phineus Caplin himself, "OK" I said to the man and we went. We swung the great doors open as we stepped inside the musty inclosure, "something is strange around here" the man said, and pointed at the naked dead body before, "Oh no! Who is it?" I shouted mad, Larry checked the stiffs pulse "he's dead" he murmered. In shock I didn't believe The strangers words, But I had to tell myself that he must be stating the facts, "why wouldn't he" I argued with my self. "well who is it!? Where are his clothes!?" I choked out, "By golly it's Dudley Do-Right himself" I looked past his dark humour and realized that this was indeed the sheriff, "ah hell" I said "not the sheriff" and when I spoke those words I heard rustlin paper in the distance and the door next to us slammed open, "Howdy" a voice spoke and from out of the shadows next to me I heard a swooshing noise, I dashed out of the way just as the newspaper the imposter was brandishing battered Larry brutally in the face leaving a large gash in his head "run Simon" he commanded as his last wishes, and so I obeyed. I ran swiftly and abruptly out the large doors, the forest was my only option and my final hope, The crazed lunatic was right on my heels, An older man with a abnormally wrinkled face holding a bloody rolled up newspaper. "I'm the law 'round here!" he shouted, I just noticed he was wearing the dead sheriffs clothes. His brutal newspaper is flapping in the wind, as he majestically dodges the trees in his path, "I'm gonna get ya" He stated as a fact. I took my Glock 23 Generation 3 and looked to see how many .40 S&W cartridges were left, "Empty" I gasped, I needed to find another way. While I was running I spotted a fox hole and dove inside, The insane psychopath had lost my trail, but I couldn't just keep hiding because he could have been after Sophie, I needed to devise a plan.
I scrambled for anything I could use as a weapon and improvised several small spears, with which I stuck into a small hole I dug out, I covered the hole in leaves and waited for the lunatic to come back, several minutes had passed but I heard newsprint flapping in the wind and knew he was near, I shouted "hey I'm over here come and get me you fucker" the flapping stopped for only a second and then picked up even more frantically in my direction. I could see him charging in the distance, "Here it comes!" he yelled, I could see the wicked grin In his eyes as he dashed haphazardly directly to me, I hopped backwards over the hole just as he was swinging his paper, He didn't expect that I followed it up with a front kick which made him tumble over to the hole "ah hell" he cried as he lost his grip and was sent spiraling into the spike pit and into the depths of hell. "You aren't a threat now that you are dead" I say to his lifeless corpse.
I open the psychopathic son-of-a-gun's wallet and find a clue that I was searching for. "To find sophie you need to head north, always north..." the note mentioned a direction. When I go on my way I find a box of ammo with ammo for my gun. Searching for the answers in a directionless world my compass spins out of control "You damn compass work you damn thing" My cries fell on def ears because it still spin out of control, Looks like I'll have to use my old boyscouts training.
END CHAPTER 4
