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** "Naw, the name's Anna," she stated. "Remember? Kirsten's twin double?"
"What? Why, how-"
"Aw, and you think your poor little Kirsten left you for this guy? Nope, sorry bub, it was me. Kirsten's living rich off some other dope in California."
"But... why? What reason do you have to do this to me?"
"Aw, who really ever knows these things?"
"But, it doesn't make any sense, what did I ever do to you?"
"Well, does the name David Martin ring a bell to ya?"
Jr. thought for a moment and a light went off in his head. "Yeah. He was a guy who held up that bank last year and killed three people."
"Yeah, and then you killed him."
"Look, he needed to be stopped before he killed anyone else. He wasn't letting up and there was no other choice."
"Well, too bad you see it that way, Clark. Because that was my brother," Jack stated.
Jr. sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I was ju-"
"What? Just doing your job?! That's bullshit! You killed him point blank! He was my best friend, my only friend and thanks to you, I have nothing!"
"Nothing? What about your little wife here?"
"She's not my wife. In fact, we were never married. And in fact she was going to marry David. It was just part of the plan to make it more realistic."
"And the bruises?"
"Makeup does wonderful wonders," she replied, smirking.
Jr. glared at her. "Charming."
"I thought so. So you see, we both have very good reason to kill you. Now enough chitchat and on to business. Guys, get in here!"
A moment later, the trio was back, looking meaner than ever.
She then proceeded to give instructions to them, while she walked towards the door. "Do something to him. I don't care what. Just don't kill him yet."
"Sure thing, boss," one of them said, anxiously rubbing his hands together.
Jr. groaned. Yet. He was beginning to loath that word.
"I can't believe you guys went to this much trouble just to get me," Jr. stated to Jack.
"Well, it worked, didn't it?"
He then exited and not a moment later, Jr. felt the sharp pains once again, only this time, he wasn't sure if he would be able to make it through them. ** Andy searched frantically through Jack's apartment, hoping and praying to find something, anything that could lead them to where Junior was.
"Hey, Andy, take a look at this," Greg said from the other room.
Andy walked as fast as he could to where he was, wondering what to expect.
Greg handed him a picture of Jack and another woman together.
"What's this?" Andy asked impatiently who was not in the mood for any guessing games at the moment.
"Jack's wife. We found their wedding vows along with some newspaper clippings inside the frame talking about how she was murdered in carjacking a year back."
"Wait a minute, didn't Kirsten mention that they had been married for about five years?"
"Exactly. Which means that they're lying and she's somehow involved in this."
Andy shook his head. "Man, this just keeps getting better and better," he replied sarcastically. **
It was raining. People were crowded all over and he could hear sobs in the distance. He tried to see what was going on, but couldn't make much out.
"Excuse me, could somebody tell me what's going on here?!" he yelled.
However there was no response.
He then saw everyone from the fifteenth gathered together and at the end was a very solemn looking Andy and then Rita, who couldn't stop crying.
"What the hell..." he muttered to himself.
He proceeded to make his way to where they were all standing and almost fell backwards when he saw a tombstone before him that read: John Clark Jr. -Born: March 1, 1974-Died: December 22, 2002
What the- he stammered backwards in disbelief and screamed when he fell backwards into his grave, and falling and falling...
Jr. woke up in a cold sweat and out of breath realizing that it was just a nightmare. He calmed down a bit and then realized he couldn't move, due to how much pain he was in.
"Oh, god, please help me..."
He then collapsed into total darkness once more. **
** "Naw, the name's Anna," she stated. "Remember? Kirsten's twin double?"
"What? Why, how-"
"Aw, and you think your poor little Kirsten left you for this guy? Nope, sorry bub, it was me. Kirsten's living rich off some other dope in California."
"But... why? What reason do you have to do this to me?"
"Aw, who really ever knows these things?"
"But, it doesn't make any sense, what did I ever do to you?"
"Well, does the name David Martin ring a bell to ya?"
Jr. thought for a moment and a light went off in his head. "Yeah. He was a guy who held up that bank last year and killed three people."
"Yeah, and then you killed him."
"Look, he needed to be stopped before he killed anyone else. He wasn't letting up and there was no other choice."
"Well, too bad you see it that way, Clark. Because that was my brother," Jack stated.
Jr. sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I was ju-"
"What? Just doing your job?! That's bullshit! You killed him point blank! He was my best friend, my only friend and thanks to you, I have nothing!"
"Nothing? What about your little wife here?"
"She's not my wife. In fact, we were never married. And in fact she was going to marry David. It was just part of the plan to make it more realistic."
"And the bruises?"
"Makeup does wonderful wonders," she replied, smirking.
Jr. glared at her. "Charming."
"I thought so. So you see, we both have very good reason to kill you. Now enough chitchat and on to business. Guys, get in here!"
A moment later, the trio was back, looking meaner than ever.
She then proceeded to give instructions to them, while she walked towards the door. "Do something to him. I don't care what. Just don't kill him yet."
"Sure thing, boss," one of them said, anxiously rubbing his hands together.
Jr. groaned. Yet. He was beginning to loath that word.
"I can't believe you guys went to this much trouble just to get me," Jr. stated to Jack.
"Well, it worked, didn't it?"
He then exited and not a moment later, Jr. felt the sharp pains once again, only this time, he wasn't sure if he would be able to make it through them. ** Andy searched frantically through Jack's apartment, hoping and praying to find something, anything that could lead them to where Junior was.
"Hey, Andy, take a look at this," Greg said from the other room.
Andy walked as fast as he could to where he was, wondering what to expect.
Greg handed him a picture of Jack and another woman together.
"What's this?" Andy asked impatiently who was not in the mood for any guessing games at the moment.
"Jack's wife. We found their wedding vows along with some newspaper clippings inside the frame talking about how she was murdered in carjacking a year back."
"Wait a minute, didn't Kirsten mention that they had been married for about five years?"
"Exactly. Which means that they're lying and she's somehow involved in this."
Andy shook his head. "Man, this just keeps getting better and better," he replied sarcastically. **
It was raining. People were crowded all over and he could hear sobs in the distance. He tried to see what was going on, but couldn't make much out.
"Excuse me, could somebody tell me what's going on here?!" he yelled.
However there was no response.
He then saw everyone from the fifteenth gathered together and at the end was a very solemn looking Andy and then Rita, who couldn't stop crying.
"What the hell..." he muttered to himself.
He proceeded to make his way to where they were all standing and almost fell backwards when he saw a tombstone before him that read: John Clark Jr. -Born: March 1, 1974-Died: December 22, 2002
What the- he stammered backwards in disbelief and screamed when he fell backwards into his grave, and falling and falling...
Jr. woke up in a cold sweat and out of breath realizing that it was just a nightmare. He calmed down a bit and then realized he couldn't move, due to how much pain he was in.
"Oh, god, please help me..."
He then collapsed into total darkness once more. **