It was night-time, and the weather was cool with the mirror of negative mood. A lot of people were inside of the president house, the house that many people though that had everything, people wondering and looking at every artificial object, talking about how full of money the house was, but it didn't feel like it had everything, it all appeared to be black in many colours, the brightness was needed, the happiness wasn't near anybody, and the sadness took over it, everyone was sad but not like one individual in special, who was at the cornner were the dark part of the faded light seemed to had adsorbed every swallow of sour regret, and they were dressed in black looking at him thinking and wondering what could truly cheer him up, the exception never reach him. The president itself, he was so ... Angry, and alone. So many people wanted to talk to him, about things, about unknown facts that were never revealed, about mystery, wisdom that was under the surface. Nobody touched his back or mention a happy memory, and he only wanted his life to be over, controlling the need to be different, he was always exemplary in everything he put his mind into ... however, suddenly everyone started to talk about Rudy, about a criminal or just a normal man who decided to go around mid-naked killing people, scaring them, making his name be heard. There was a extraordinary mythology about Rudy, rumours, and unknown facts that drove the conversations to a stable topic, nothing more excited than to add an alternative reason for him to be so famous. And the anger grew ... inside of the hearts of the people who loved the man that they were about to bury.
The president could not control himself, neither be exemplary or any more wise than a mad man, before he knew it, he was screaming out loud.
" ALL OF YOU ... DON'T ... EVER ... MENTION ... HIS NAME IN MY HOUSE." yelled the president as he walked towards the coffin.
" THIS ... Is his funeral ... HAVE A LITTLE OF RESPECT." yelled even laughter. The people started to whisper to themselves. Suddenly and out of nowhere Pol appeared walking very confident as if everything was planned and taking a microphone he walked towards the coffin saying.
" The president is deeply sorry about what happened, and now that I see that many of you want to know what happened, I'll tell you so far our version, but keep in mind, that for your own safe, none of us should know too much ... To be honest, it's the way it is, we keep things confidential, and it always will be that way."
" Not now Pol, they wouldn't understand, leave that to the end." replied the president as if a confesion was about to be reveal.
"Alright ... But at least I should tell them something to keep them quit." he insisted.
" Listen people ... The president did not put the sign that says WANTED, so don't blame him, we don't have nothing to do with it." said Pol with a convincing voice. People went quit as if they knew far too well what wasn't convenient.
Almost midnight ...
All the shops in the city were closed, except for the clothing shop that Rudy entered trying to get clean clothes. The ladies knew who he was and they were as far away from him as possible, when Rudy was dressed with new clothes and shoes, he notice that one of the ladies was inpatient because she was going to get marriage the day after, that was just a normality that entretained him, suddenly all the ladies went quit when another woman entered in the room and as soom as she spoke out loud the danger called upon Rudy, it was something usual, perhaps too normal to be panic, but his experience didn't let him miss any chances, the phrase was clear, she said : " I can't get any signal from here." and that was as close as saying 'I'm here' the first time that his mind spoke for him, easy and clear, saying nothing but a ... warning. However, it would not always be at his favor.
The ladies reflected, then looked at Rudy as if he got anything to do with it.
The cash lady replied: " That's impossible, this is my store, and that has never happened here, are you sure you can't get any signal? I even paid for the internet." all the ladies took out their cell phones and searched for signal.
" I should go now, but the truth is ... that I don't even know where I'm going ... I'm so tired."
Rudy took his umbrella and sat on a chair. The women ignored him and left room section, he realized how rude they reacted, as if they didn't care a thing if he die on the spot. The silence filled the room section, the lights went out and then back on, all in one wink, and Rudy felt that it became quiet, perhaps ... too quit, everything in his mind was to fall asleep, he desperately wished to be in a bed, then he though that so far only once he felt how the lights changed.
"The cat was not a coincidence." he though, thinking of any possibility of danger.
In a rush, a man entered in the room with four knifes, two in one hand, and two in the other, he only gave Rudy half a second before throwing the first two knifes straight at his face.
Rudy tried to get up, but the knifes were already in mid-air, and without thinking he pressed the bottom on the umbrella and it opened instantly allowing Rudy to have a shield, but the knifes trespassed the umbrella and almost hit his face, by the time Rudy lowered the umbrella the man was gone.
Rudy realized that the knifes that the man throw already had blood. Rudy quickly ran to the next room section where the woman were.
The room was closed and in the wood door was a sign made with knifes and blood that said:
" You shouldn't have left the hospital." Rudy didn't bother in open the door, the only thing that came to his mind was the time when the lights went out and back on. "It might be a formula or a process of the killer." he though.
The time and weather were forces that brought a bad mood that night.
The only place in the city that started to fog was the cemetery, the same place where the man with the two knifes desperately wanted to arrived. He entered the cemetery and out of the shadows Izan came out speaking in a low voice.
" Goat ... You failed once again ... How could you?" -He was interrupted.
" Talk for yourself ... Why did you call me here?" asked Goat angrily.
" Scar told me too, but at least you should had finished the job for me, after all, you claimed to be a better killer than I'm." said Izan sarcastically.
" Look who is talking, you had guns, and he was blind at the time, and you let him escape, why did you think Scar call me the messenger? It took me two hours to put the sign that says no one escapes in the truck. "TWO HOURS" and what have you done so far? You ... shouldn't be judging, I have to fix every dirty little job that you mess up."
" Let me remind you something, I was the one who killed his parents." said Izan.
" Are you bringing that up now? Listen ... I was there, I saw everything, and now that you are showing off, let me remind you who killed his foster parents in thanksgiving, and also killed all the guests." replied Goat confident.
From the shadows, and evil voice appeared saying: "Let me remind you too who poison the entire building of his high school, in his graduation."
"Scar ... is that you? ... Come on, where are you?" asked Izan trembling his voice.
" I have no business with you Izan, go home, I'll handle Goat myself." answered Scar from the shadows.
"What are you talking about." said Goat.
" Can you at least explain yourself? Or at least show yourself." said Izan searching in the shadows.
"I'm going to end his life, it's that enough explanation to you, now go home." said Scar quietly.
" Listen if it's about Rudy I can take him down on my own."- he was interrupted.
"It's not about Rudy. Now go home and that's the last time I'll say it." said Scar angrily.
" What's he talking about Goat?" asked Izan confuse.
" He ... Gave me his most precious object" said Goat.
" Don't you dare refer to him as an object" replied Scar.
"He ... Gave me his cat, I took him with me and I killed the guests of the library and waited for Rudy to show up, I saw him a block away, that's how close to kill him I was, but the cat just went on his own and Yes, I forgot. What can you do ... At least there was not witnesses, I might as well should had killed the cat when he refused to follow me."
"Do not provoke him Goat, if you know what's good for you." replied Izan in the most serious way.
"Didn't you heard what he said? He already wants to kill me." said Goat at a high tone almost yelling.
" well ... I'm out of here." said Izan moving slowly with fear and trying to not break the silence.
" You too are a piece of shame to me now, you are fired Izan." said Scar about to laugh.
" Excuse me, I have worked for you for years."
" If you want to keep your job ... Then kill Goat." replied Scar with an evil voice.
"NO" yelled Izan furious.
" As you see, I'm not in the mood, I'll kill Goat first, and knowing that there is one witness, I'll have to end your life as well, but first I want to ask you one more thing. I told you a billion times not to kill with guns in my city, all the little jobs like Rudy are kept secrets. So ... why?... and who? ... gave you the guns, you better remember that day." yelled Scar from the shadows.
"But of course I remember, it was Goat dressed like a hooded man, who else could it be?" said Izan confident.
" It wasn't me you fool, I was late ... You are nuts." replied Goat with fear and anger.
Scar came out of the shadows and started to hit Izan from behind. Goat throw the two knifes and the knifes stabbed Scar and the blood went towards Izan.
" You are the fool. Don't you know already that his blood is poison?" yelled Izan as he struggled.
The time passed and now it was a bit more than midnight ...
The funeral was now over, all the people went home after the speech of Pol, he was alone with the president, and knowing that he wouldn't have a second chance alone with him, Pol asked the question that overwhelmed him the most.
" what happened with"- said Pol. he was interrupted.
" Don't waste your time, I won't tell you." replied the President quietly as he sat on a couch near the living room.
" I heard that you are leaving tomorrow, I would like to know what happened, that's all, I mean ... Just, listen I really want to know what happened with Rudy and your nephew, I won't tell anybody, I promised." said Pol trying to uncover the truth.
" He's in this city ... You know that I don't live here, and I can't stay here. Why did he chose this city? he was so far away from me. Two men with mental wildness, no that I consider my nephew an schizophrenic though. Now there's only one of them, the one that ... Tomorrow when I leave this city, I'll leave behind this issue, this anger, and move on, I just don't want to talk about either of them." said the President as he looked back at pol.
" were you talking about Rudy or your nephew?" asked Pol in a confused manner.
" OK Pol, I'll tell you, it won't make a difference anymore, the only reason that I have to keep this a secret, if I make the mistake of telling someone, it's this feeling that I want to get out, and because I don't think that I'll be able to sleep today anyways." said the President gleaming his eyes.
" Do this has to do with the killers in the city?" asked Pol curious.
" You mean the terrorists." replied the President.
"I though that you paid the millions." said Pol.
"I did" replied the President.
" So ... What happened?" asked Pol with more curiosity.
" To me there's three kinds of terrorists ... The soldiers, the undercover spies terrorists, and the chemical change biotechnology terrorists." said the President.
"We found your nephew handcuffed with chains in the forest, we also found the gun that killed him, and it had finger prints of Rudy, but I can't assume what happened, I was hopping that you could tell me."said Pol expecting answers.
" Twenty years ago my brother decided to become a scientist, and I wanted to become a president. My brother's best friend Louis share everything with him, ideas, job contracts, goals, and they did everything together, then they started to be jealous of each other. Louis wanted his nephew to become a scientist, and so he did it, everything became a competition, my brother was so jealous that he forced my nephew to become a scientist as well, I refused to let my nephew become something that he didn't enjoy. So ...
When I became important in the politics, I closed the company in order to stop my brother and Louis, they both hated me back then, I think Louis hated me more, but he took it too seriously. But now I realized that later Louis became more than a biotechnology terrorist who makes booms, and destruction, can you believe that? ... I didn't bother back then, but his nephew still wanted to be scientist, except that nobody trusted him, who would trust the scientist nephew of a terrorist, he was fired from many jobs for that ...
He was ... Judged base on his uncles past, nobody wanted to work with him. In a tragedy poison explosion in the lab, everyone hurried to save each other, everybody escape, except Louis's nephew, but nobody cared, nobody even mentioned his name ... The day of the funeral nobody showed up, I know that because I went ...
But he ... survived, for a strange reason he felt better than ever, and down part is that he became a serial killer that uses poison to kill his victims, even the poison of his body and blood, and kill after kill, he developed an evil desperate need for revenge, later on the amounts of victims were higher and higher, I did everything and I mean everything in my power to stop him back then.
There was a time when he poisoned a population of hundreds of people in one explosion of poison, a poison that keeps people alive, and all those people went missing, nobody has ever found one of his victims, people that may or may not be alive, and if they are, they'll probably be handcoffed in a basement, that's the scary part, I wonder where he hide all those bodies. He became so ... Evil, so evil that he wanted his name on his victims skin, victims that were almost found but nothing less than blood was left. He became known as Scar." The President trying to answer his questions looked at him and smiled with frustration.
" So you mean that Scar kidnapped your nephew in order to attract the attention of his uncle." said Pol with more curiosity.
" He hates his uncle for putting him on that situation, he wants to see him death, but what's more, he is pretending to follow the terrorists in order to have the chance to kill him ... I just know that Scar kidnapped Rudy and my nephew three years ago, following the orders of his uncle, just for the fact that Scar was his nephew, the spies killers followed him too.
Scar became one of the leader of the terrorists spies. They asked for 50.000.000 the first year, and I paid, then they asked for another 50.000.000 last year, and I paid the amount as well, and this early year they asked for 80.000.000 dollars. I tried to rescue them so many times, but they have so many soldiers, enough to pull up a war.
I can't even imagined what kind of environment they were. I was so close to rescue them. Why did Rudy tried to escape? Why did he kill my nephew? Now that my nephew is dead and Rudy in the city, they'll not waste time, they'll go after him as much as we do." answered the President.
" I really want to know why Rudy was kidnapped?" asked Pol overwhelmed.
" I don't know ... There's only myths ... Only myths"
" What myths?" asked Pol trying to picture a rough idea to go alone with.
" People that believe that Rudy has the antidote of the remained victims alive by the poison." replied the President as he swallowed saliva.
The new day has raised and the sun light hit the windows of the tallest buildings in the city. A man entered inside of a building, he used the stairs instead of the elevator, and quietly entered at the last floor of the building, then he took a deep breath and replied: "What's wrong Gary, stop overreacting, what was so confidential that you wanted to tell me?"
" It's not me boss.G, it's Muller, he couldn't sleep last night, he didn't leave the office." said Gary nervously.
"Well ... I guess he and the President had something in common yesterday." said Boss.G gasping for air as he tried to control his fatigue.
" The President? ... What happened?" asked Gary.
" I was invated to a ... ! never mind, I wish I could tell you the details, but lets just focus on this right now. So ... Why Muller didn't leave the office?" asked Boss.G as he stood straight ignoring the sweat that was running down his face.
"He couldn't sleep after he ... after he-"
"After what?" asked Boss.G for the second time.
" He doesn't want to tell me, he said he would only tell you."
" Muller ... Muller, Gary where's Muller?"
"He's behind the couch, he's really drunk." said Gary pointing at Muller who started to cough.
"Muller what's wrong? Why are you wasting my time?" replied Boss.G realizing that Muller was in the ground surrounded by bottles of whiskey.
" Boss.G, we need to visit Hudson, and we need your help to do that." said Muller shaking and smiling like a drunk old man.
" What? ... What are you talking about? ... Don't you know that-" he was interrupted.
" Muller ... are you sure of what you are saying? Boss.G, may be the alcohol is affecting his nerves." said Gary without taking his eyes off Muller.
" I usually say be quiet Gary, but not today. How long is Muller over drinking?"
" It was only yesterday that he started to act weird. It's all my fault." stated Gary nervously as he closed the windows.
" I have seen that expression before, it must be ... You too are in trouble, one of you know something related to Rudy Smithson, if I'm not wrong, it's part of bloody and cold assassins, am I wrong Muller?"replied Boss.G super irritated.
"It's true, I shouldn't have listened to Gary."
Gary didn't felt betrayed, in fact, he too believed it was his fault.
"But of course is true, I wasn't born yesterday, I have a lot of experience. So ... Why you too are interesting a dark skin color man who is in the worst prison of this province?"
" He has information that could help us get to Rudy, if we are lucky he might help us prove that Rudy's innocent."said Muller trying to not show how drunk he was.
"impossible ... You have drunk too much." shouted Boss.G staring at Gary with dissapointment.
" Boss.G didn't you said the other day that you wanted an ascent. Well sometimes you have to risk a little to be hero of the station." said Gary regaining his confidence and trying to aiming for a second chance of trust.
"Gary is right Boss.G, if you help us I'll tell you everything that was in the files." said Muller confident lifting a bottle of drink.
" you read the files? Well that explains everything, give me the files." said Boss.G angrily.
"I destroyed the files, I'm sorry Boss.G, So if you want to know what was in it, you would have to put us in a room with Hudson first."said Muller smiling.
"Huh ... Let me think about it ... OK, but we can't take him out of the prison, we would have to go inside the prison, which means that I would only risk myself if you tell me what was in the FILES FIRST."
The silence remained and the time been passed.
Rudy found himself in the park, the only place in the city where he though he could find peace.
"I wish I could have some sleep, the city slept all night and I was the only one awake looking up at the sky, I wish I could close my eyes without having fear of someone coming to me and end my life, without knowing if I would wake up again." He whispered to himself as he was searching for a bench.
Suddenly he saw the most appealing thing in the park, he saw a gargoyle statue, and a hooded man was on top of it making a position of a statue as well, the color of his clothes matched the color of the statue, Rudy ignored the man until he realized that people pass by dropping money on a hat that was below the gargoyle, as if he was a beggar, but Rudy was in shock when he realized that beside the hat was a pile of pants, the same pants that the beggar sold him the day before, Rudy got curious because he knew that the hat belonged to the beggar as well.
Rudy decided to approach to the gargoyle, as he was walking towards it, a woman got out of a public telephone that was located three feet away from the gargoyle, she passed and dropped money on the hat and whispered to the hooded man saying: "those are nice braces." the hooded man smiled and the lady walked away. Rudy got closed to the statue and analyzed the man, the man had a huge sun glasses and he had braces.
"Excuse me, I don't want to bother, but I wanted to ask you something about the owner of those pants, Can I talk to you? I won't take your time ... Look I know that those pants don't belong to you ... It's just that I want to find the man who sold them to me that's all." Rudy was waiting for the hooded man to answer, but he didn't.
Rudy stood there and talked to the hooded man for minutes trying to make him talk, to say a word, to do a movement, to do anything ... but he didn't. The hooded man stood there like a statue, without reacting, without moving, without speaking. Rudy got tired of trying to have a conversation with him, he stopped trying to convince him. Rudy finally said the last phrase to the hooded man before walking away.
" LOOK, if you don't want to leave your gargoyle now, that's fine to me. But I'll be sitting on that bench thither, until you are done here, then we would have a talk, does that sounds good to you?" the hooded man didn't answer.
Rudy walked towards the bench that was facing the gargoyle, he sat there and waited, he waited and waited and waited until he felt that he was falling asleep.
"No! no now, I can't fall asleep now, this is so ... So ... hard, keeping myself awake, when was the last time that I slept? This isn't even a bed, it's a bench, "Why?" ... Why now? Somebody help me please, I don't want to fall asleep anymore, "Please" just ... Just keep me awake please. Why do people want me death now? somebody, any one ... Any one ... Please ... Any." -He looked at the hooded man with strained eyes and slowly closed his eyes and fall asleep.
To Be Continued ...