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If you were wondering about what had happened of Kyle, then this is the chapter for you. Totally, inside the mind of a criminal!

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Hunchbak.

Not feeling ignored, just a little jealous. His friends had all gone away leaving him behind to face Mayers. In a way he was glad that the other three had escaped. They didn't deserve to be hunched up in a spot and be punished anymore.

It was almost two weeks after Kyle had murdered Mary at the circus. He had realized that one's past always haunts them no matter where, no matter what. The things once broken can never be fixed no matter how much hard you try. The hatchets aren't buried, the bridges aren't burnt. Life doesn't always give a ladder to get over it.

It simply comes back and haunts you.

After killing Mary, he had realized two things in specific. One was that his friends should never have trusted him. Dreams tell us of what is to come; while nightmares are there to warn. Like a premonition. Kyle never had dreams, just nightmares. He was the first one harm animals, the one who cried the most and almost fainted due to the cold. He was a weakling and would always suffer from this pathetic state his mother put him in. He detested himself and even hated the sight of him in reflections. Kyle was an ugly piece of dirt that could never become one again.

Secondly, Mayers truly loved Mary.

As soon as Mayers had discovered Mary's body, he left the room to chase after Matt, Kathy and Nate along with the murder weapon. Kyle mustered all of his courage to stand up and leave the room. He entered his private quarters, which he once had shared with Nate and washed himself.

He was ready to give himself up to the cops. His story needed to come to an end, he needed to lock himself up and never come into the way of harm again. His feeling of remorse had died out nearly.

He could hear the murmur of voices outside his room. The other circus crew had heard about the murder and Mary and Mayers were the heat of the conversation.

Kyle had stopped crying and sipped a little water hoping to compose himself. He slowly made his way out of the door and joined the crowd outside Mayer's room. He looked around and there were cops everywhere.

Someone stepped next to Kyle and asked, "What's happening there, bub?"

Kyle was about to answer but no voice came out. An elderly lady standing next to Kyle looked at him and said, "Aw…It must be shocking for you. Having to witness a murder at such a young age."

The man next to Kyle asked her, "Murder? Jesus! Who?"

"Mary's is dead, Francis," said the woman.

"Really? That's terrible! Who did it?" asked Francis.

"Why, it was her husband Mayers!", said the lady, "Shocking as it may seem, he held the knife close to him when we found him and he never left Mary's side. He couldn't even say anything clearly. Just as angry as a wild bull swearing ferociously. Joseph called the cops."

Kyle couldn't believe what he had just heard. The cops thought Mayers had murdered his own wife? That was indeed unbelievable.

"Well, Mary and Mayers had a third partner some time ago…he too seemed to have died of mysterious conditions," said Francis.

"Can't believe we were living among a murderer all this while. He seemed like such a good person!" said the woman.

Kyle had started breathing hard again. The lady looked at him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "You alright, son?"

Kyle stared at her for a moment and nodded slowly. He said, "Just scared, Ma'am. What will happen of us now?"

"Oh, don't you worry son. The board of directors will handle the circus now. You don't believe such a big business would just crumble to nothing, do you?" she said soothingly.

Kyle nodded in response. He was still amazed at what had happened. It will only be soon before Mayers would calm down and give a confession. Until then he would wait. He was a convict that necessarily deserved to be executed. He turned around and walked back into his quarters.

For the next nine hours Kyle didn't step out of his room. He was eagerly waiting to be arrested and knew that the cops would here anytime soon. However, nobody turned up. He felt so alone and cold but oddly, now, he was in control.

Hesitantly, he made his way across the room and turned the TV on. He switched to all the news channel and found no mention of the murder. The circus was famous and something so juicy as a murder always make to the headlines. The news said nothing.

Walking out of his room, he finds that almost everybody was about their usual business. Those of who were not were busy resting or reading. Kyle felt his stomach lurch due to hunger. He didn't know if he could stomach any food but it was worth a try.

He headed to the food mess to get some toast. The food mess was a large room that could easily house at least two thousand people at a go. However, even during the peak hours, the room isn't filled by more than hundred circus artists. You could have plenty of room for yourself at any time of the day. There were always someone who would serve food and Kyle knew everybody that worked at the mess and the kitchens.

Ron Davis, a forty-three year old man was at the serving counter today. He wore a dirty apron and was chewing on a piece of twig. His beer belly dominated his whole frame which made him look more like a haggard sailor than a cook.

"Ow' ya doin' there, mate?" he asked as Kyle approached the stands. Ron definitely talked like a soldier, thought Kyle.

"A little pale, Ron. Last night wasn't pleasant," Kyle said honestly.

"Aw, I understan' mate. Ya don' 'ave to worry ne longer. The situation's under control," Ron said before asking, "Wha' can I get ya to eat?"

"Just some toast and perhaps coffee. Thanks," Kyle replied.

Ron pulled out a tray and placed three slices of toast and poured steaming coffee into a mug and handed it to Kyle.

"There ya go, lad."

"Thanks, Ron," Kyle added, "Say, why isn't there any mention of last night on the news?"

"I can't say for sure, but I heard tha' Mayer's died outta a heart-attack last night. N' the Board o' Directors wanna keep quiet bout' it until complete investigation's done," Ron said with a shrug, chewing hard on his twig.

"Gee, is that so? That's sad," Kyle murmured.

"You don' havta worry there, mate. Thing's will be swell soon," Ron said with a smile, "Enjoy your breakfast."

Kyle sat down at a table by a window. Some parts of him were relieved on hearing that Mayer's was dead. That would kill a lot of questions. He indeed did enjoy his breakfast.

Life, thought Kyle, is like a circus, filled with different things to watch, enjoy and experience. While you are watching an act being performed, it's like watching the successful people of the world do their thing. Like watching a music video of a talented artists and wondering how she became as famous as she did through her voice alone.

And only when you realize the hard-work and the toil behind the success of the artists, businessmen, singers, etc. do you realize that things aren't as sweet as they look. Often, many die trying to be the best jugglar or the best trampoline master. Often ring master gets eaten by the lion trying to control it. You fall out of the sky and find no pool of water underneath to save you from plummeting to your death. Sometimes life just sucks and you die.

Sometimes you're favored by fate and magically there appears a gun that can kill the lion. Or the lion just entered the ring without an appetite. A tub full of water, just enough for you to land: safe and sound. That doesn't mean you're destined to fall out of sky or that you're meant to train beasts. It could only mean that you've got lucky.

Kyle wondered what would happen of him. Would he continue to be a successful artist? Or would the lion eat him?

This chapter took some time to write. If you've noticed, this chapter is sort of different from my usual style of writing. What do you think will happen next? Go ahead, be a Special Agent and Profile my next move. Thanks.

song of the fic: Linkin Park - Iridescent.

youtube link to the song: /watch?v=jia3L47S6Go

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