Heavy Rain: Origami Lament

Next chapter of my crossover story, enjoy.

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The Shark

Thursday

11:15 AM

3.366 Inches of Rainfall

MIKE POV

I swallowed hard, trying to control my breathing as I stood before the front door of the apartment, the address I was supposed to go to, to kill the man inside. A man named Brad Silver, apparently a dangerous drug dealer. I was to kill him in order to pass the trial.

'He opens up, I shoot. I get the hell out of there and I don't look back. Don't look him in the eyes, just shoot!' I told myself firmly, justifying what I was about to do. 'Come on, think of Shaun! Think of Shaun... I didn't come all this way just to stop now. I've gotta go through with it for Shaun's sake.'

I had already failed one trial, so I couldn't afford to fail another. So, doing my utmost to not let anything else get the better of me, I knocked on the door. Nothing happened. I knocked again and this time, the door opened to reveal a very angry-looking dark haired middle-aged man, clad in shorts, a tank-top, and robe. This had to be Brad Silver.

"Yeah? What do you want?" he snapped, before shaking his head. "...Ah, fuck it. I said a thousand times that I don't want any junkies at my door. If you wanna score, man, you gotta fucking call first. Come on. Beat it."

I don't know why, but I froze up and he slammed the door in my face.

But now I was sure. 'The guy's a dealer, a goddamn dope dealer. People die as a result of HIS actions! Shaun's life is worth more than that! And besides, if I don't kill this man, someone else probably will. He's playing a dangerous game, selling drugs. He knew the risks when deciding to become a dealer.'

So I took a deep breath and this time, I was ready. I knocked on the door again.

"Fuck, are you deaf or what?" he snapped, upon opening it again. "I said get out of here!"

Whatever else he might have said, he never got the chance, for I pulled the gun out at that point, aiming at him. He instantly raised his hands, slowly backing off. I followed to keep him from getting away, yet my finger just wouldn't pull the trigger.

"Hey, take it easy, man, huh?" he pleaded. "Keep cool... What do you want? Dope? Money? Tell me what you need, I'm sure we can make a deal."

By now, we were right in the apartment and he made a sudden move, punching me in the face. I stumbled back against a chair.

"I'm gonna blow your brains out, you son of a bitch!"

It was then that I realized my mistake as he suddenly pulled out a shotgun, which he had hidden nearby. That was why he had been backing up.

"You think you can come into my house and steal my dope? You're gonna be shooting up in Hell, motherfucker!" he yelled.

I turned and ran, only just dodging a shot as he blew a hole in the wall next to where I had just been.

'Shit! Shit!' my mind raced in panic.

I threw a nearby guitar at Brad, but he dodged it and fired again, which I only just managed to dodge.

"Oh man, will you stop fucking moving?!" he yelled. "Nowhere to hide, junkie asshole! I can hear you, buddy! I can hear you!"

I had gotten into another room, shutting the door and used a clothing rack to try and create a temporary obstacle, but he just shot through the door.

I quickly moved away, trying to get a shot off, but he was too quick and fired again and again, only just missing me both times. Finally, I was cornered in what appeared to be a child's bedroom. Brad stood smirking, aiming his shotgun at me. I tensed. This was it. It was over. I'd failed.

*Click*

We both froze, realizing that Brad was out of ammo. My gun, however, was still loaded. I raised it at once and gestured for him to drop the gun, which he did at once.

"Hold it, man! I'll give you whatever you want." he pleaded desperately, hands up. "I got dope... I got cash... You want some dope? Please...please don't kill me, man. I've got children..."

He gestured around the room and even pulled out a photo, showing two young girls.

"These my girls, see? This one's Sarah... And the little one? That's Cindy."

I felt my resolve waver, hearing that, but then I remembered Shaun and I knocked the photo out of his hands.

"Please, man... I want to see them again. Please...please don't shoot!" he pleaded, now on his knees.

The trouble was, after what had just happened, I wasn't sure that I could trust his word. Plus, I had my son to think about, my son who was running out of time fast. Not to mention that unlike me, he had freely chosen a dangerous life to support his kids, while I had been forced into this situation against my will. I didn't get a choice. So I knew that I was nothing like him.

"I'm a father, too. But I have no choice..." I told him firmly.

With that, I fired and he fell, dead. Then, following the instructions, I took a photo of the body, sending it to the number. I was overcome and threw up and by the time I recovered, I'd received a message that the memory card was inside the grip of the gun.

Acting in sheer desperation, I slammed the gun against the floor until I got it. I quickly plugged it into the phone and watched the video again. The water was even deeper now. Shaun was barely staying above it. More letters for the hangman appeared, a lot more than any others so far. Then it faded.

'My God! He's going under... and the damn rain just keeps falling. An origami figure. One more trial and I'll know where you are, Shaun.' I thought to myself. 'I'll get you outta that well. I'll come save you and I'll hold you in my arms again and never let go. I've gotta get him outta there! Now!'

Left with no other choice and wanting to get away as soon as possible, I stood up and left the apartment at once, heading back to the motel, still numb with shock at what I had just done. Still, I tried to justify that this was for the best.

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