The office was quiet, for quite a while. It happened to be suspiciously that three detectives refuse to go to lunch after the time was clearly passed twelve. The itemising of the uncover true that was shallowly shown throughout the imagination of a new perspective against a considered criminal. It was, with not doubt, the moment they were waiting for.
Mulller broke the silent after reading at loud a quarter of the first file.
"So ... Boss.G what do you think about it? ... I know I said I destroyed the files, but I just wanted to have you on my side, I hide them when you walk in, I was drunk, I didn't know if trusting you was a good idea, but we have spent the whole day trying to get over this binge you know, boss I'm telling you and revealing this to you because we trust you, well getting back to the details.
It seems pretty obvious to me that Rudy met another schizophrenic, but is very rare though, for him to find someone with the same traits but opposite personalities. I think we should investigate with more depth about this, I mean, we should at least take our time in this, all this information would be destroy sooner or later, and if we can take out the best to our advantages I'll like to think that this is that moment."
Gary was making the expression of confusion as he suddenly yawned putting his hand on his mouth blocking his need for a rest.
Boss.G approached to Gary.
"Listen Gary ... Muller and I made a deal, he was going to tell me what was in the files and I was going to take him to Hudson ... However, after hearing this much I've come to realized that ... we're the ones in danger, I'm not so sure about Rudy. And another thing ... I made that deal with Muller, not with you, and since I don't trust clumsy detectives like you, I've decided to give another important task-"
"But Boss, I was the one who started this investigation, you can't leave me out when the action is about to start. Please don't do this to me, I have proven myself before haven't I? Rudy is innocent and he needs me-"
"That's enough, I can't take any more risks than the ones I already have. Listen carefully Gary, I won't say it twice." Boss.G took out a gun and handed it to Gary.
For a moment, Gary looked at the gun in panic, then carefully lifted it and looked back at Boss.G confused trying to figure why he handed a gun to him.
"Gary, you are given the most important task in this secret investigation to prove the innocence of Rudy, you are to report back once you are there alone. Gary ... you are going to a crime scene by yourself, it's hard for me to say this, but one of us have to go, it's located inside the public library, I believe it was an assassin commanded by Scar, we can't take this as a joke, if anything were to happen to you, I'll feel guilty and responsible for it. But as you said earlier, you have proven yourself as a detective. so I'll start by telling you the details-" Gary approached as Boss.G whispered the details leaving out Muller of the conversation.
Muller got worry and tried to interfere in the conversation to identify if it was worth it, or just too dangerous.
"!Wait, Boss.G are you really considering Gary to go to a crime scene by himself? May be is not a good idea."
"Muller, I'm the boss here, don't misjudged my decisions, I know what I'm doing ok."
Gary swallowed saliva as he though of going into a crime scene.
"Al-right, lets go Muller, the road is long." Muller and Boss.G were about to exit as Muller looked back at Gary who was pale.
"Good luck ... Gary." said Muller as he exited containing the respiration.
Time passed, It was almost dark then ...
Rudy woke up finding himself in a bench, nobody was in the park ... except the hooded man that was on top of the gargoyle, Rudy couldn't believe that the hooded man had spent the whole day playing the role of a statue, it was scary, it was terrifying and dark, the sound of a firefly and a owl struck in the memories of Rudy. It became almost unstoppable, the fear was in the atmosphere, the night was rising the the smell of blood.
"What was that?" Rudy though, as the sound of the public phone located three feet away from the hooded man started ringing, it was obvious that nobody was in the park except the two of them. He didn't know if the hooded man provoke the call, or if he planed to call him at the moment he woke up.
Sitting on a bench at night, after sleeping the whole day, just waking up to find himself hungry and a super annoying mysterious call from a public phone, right next to a gargoyle where a hooded man is pretending to be a statue. It didn't flow at all, perhaps the best possible choice was to run away and ignore the call, any normal person would have done so ... however, Rudy Smithson was a schizophrenic who had lost his memory after a truck crashed on him, provoked by spies terrorists. That was a good way to look at it.
It happened to be that way, a schizophrenic who didn't know he was schizophrenic, a totally lunatic staring another lunatic, which of the two is normal, which of the two is going to answer the call, it may be real, or it may all be just an illusion of one of Rudy's psychopathy made up stories, after all, defining his reality and the truth was a mystery, but at the same time, a scary undefined need for survival, he didn't know if he was living a nightmare inside a nightmare, he saw what it seems unreal, who would have the power to call a public phone? and at the same time it just continuously kept ringing, the sound of the telephone didn't stop, who'll bother to call at this time of the day? it became louder as the hooded man stared at him, no body except the two of them, it had to be a call sender to one of the two, but ... who?.
The awkwardness shaped the surface of the tense, distorted mood that tilted the soundtracks of nature.
"Al-right then ..." Rudy made up his mind as he slowly approached closely to the public phone.
One by one, the steps were every-time slower, in his determined mind, he wanted to figure what was going to happen next, but ... the scary part was known, the hooded man didn't move an inch, but Rudy didn't take his eyes off him.
He was right there and then, the moment that he felt that experience was going to be gathered out of the tense dagger that seem to flip in all directions.
Rudy picked up the phone as his neck was still tilting aside staring at the hooded man waiting to see his move, he had come too far to let go of the chance, he slowly place the phone in his ear and took a deep breath.
"Hello ... who is this?" the response was quietly but direct.
" ! ... "
The silence was like an out-crying stab, straight at his pounding heart.
"Hello, who is this? this is not funny you know." The silence remained ... Rudy couldn't resist the pressure and the need to tilt his neck and watch the hooded man again.
His hand began trembling, the silence wasn't giving him the surprise that he expected, he finally made up his mind and tilt his neck to see the hooded man. He ... wasn't on top of the gargoyle any-more, he was gone.
"! It was a call for the guy in the gargoyle after all !" Rudy though as he felt hands stroking his neck.
Rudy was trying to free himself as the hooded man was going for a fight. The struggle was in favour of the strongest.
It happened to be an equal match as Rudy free himself and ran for his life searching a way out of the dark.
Rudy kept running until he decided to stop in a parking lot and look back to make sure he missed him.
something was odd, may be his mind was playing tricks on him since he's an schizophrenic, but the sound that suddenly raised kept approaching, the sound of a truck. Perhaps ... a car? He wasn't sure.
"! Can it be? no ... It can't be." he was wondering what was the sound, if it was a truck? or an illusion? but the sound told him that danger was on the way. The childish sound of an ice-cream truck approached out of the mist. If for some reason he remember his identity, he would probably curse himself for being born as a schizophrenic.
Was it real what happened back there in the hospital? or was it just an illusion, the fact that he's being chase by terrorists puts a lot of pressure in his reality, and so ... he just happened to believe everything, even if it's just an illusion, or the cruel reality.
From there on ... it was the same thing to him, it didn't matter any-more, he was born like that, he was gonna live like that.
The sound slowly approached as the lights surrendered the mist. the ice-cream truck was too close for it to be ignored.
"Come to me, I don't have a reason to live any-more." said Rudy crying out loud feeling pity for himself as the ice-cream parked in front of him, and before he knew it, he was ambush by terrorists black-ups and thrown inside the ice-cream truck who left as soon as Rudy struggle to survive.
Moments later ... at the Library.
" what in the world happened here?" said Garyto himself as he walk with a camera and gloves taking pictures of the blood that was spread in the walls.
"What was that? ... the unknown sound freaked him out.
"I'm gonna pee my pants if I spent another hour in this junk." He moved to the side and looked for a lantern with an open mouth and super wide eyes targeting every possible spot if an ambush.
"Gezz! I better hurry."
A cat passed aside as he looked at it carefully.
"What the?" he though as he pointed with the lantern realizing that the cat's eyes were cat stopped moving as Gary carefully approached, as he grabbed the cat who put preassure and resisted he saw a ... shadow of a man who appeared to be behind him.
"Put ... him ... down." Gary stopped breathing for a moment as he slowly turn to see the man without winking.
"And you are!" said Gary hoping to heard a relief response.
"I'm Scar ... The one who's gonna vanish your body into the ... darkness." replied Scar as he took a momentum towards Gary who let go of the cat and received the full impact feeling proud of not having the need to run away as a coward, he was able to put a smile on his face and swallow saliva contracting his fear before the impact wiped his consciousness, falling down so slow and clumsy.
To be continued ...