Chapter 17, I don't know what to say.

saberwolf3: Yeah, fun…

Heiduska: He's odd all right, you'll hate him a lot by the end, trust me.

Clockwerk: The Matrix does have you; anyway, you'll see what he means.

Shark: Yes, very interesting…

Sly is not mine. Sly is Sucker Punches, and I hate them for it.

Chapter 17 Trapped

Kyle gave Robert an uppercut to the lip. Robert retaliated with a punch to Kyle's face, but Kyle ducked and elbowed Robert in the gut.

"What are you going to? Fight me like the cop you aren't, or listen to what I say?" Robert said as he dodged a punch from Kyle.

"You don't have anything to say that I want to hear." Kyle yelled as he grabbed a chair from his kitchen table with one hand and a lamp with the other. Kyle was a strong person, not as strong as someone like Murray, but stronger than most of the officers at Interpol. Kyle threw the chair at Robert, who ducked and charged at Kyle. Kyle put the lamp in the way of Robert's head, and braced for the impact.

Robert smashed through the lamp without even a grunt, and tackled Kyle to the ground. He pinned Kyle to the ground, and yelled in his face "Listen to me, you won't like what

I tell you, but you will hear it."

Kyle snarled and fought against him, but Robert's grip was too strong.

"Stop fighting and listen, you and I should work together, like we used to." Robert half yelled.

"I never worked with you, and I never will."

"Oh, you and I used to make a perfect team, before you screwed it up."

"I never worked with you!" Kyle yelled as the rage that shot through his body made him clap his hands on the side of Robert's head and head butt Robert off him. Kyle then hit Robert with a punch containing every bit of force he could muster behind it. Robert got it right in the face, staggered, and fell back stunned.

Kyle, seizing his chance, pulled Robert's hood back, and gasped. Behind the hood was Kyle's face, only with a demented grin. Robert's eyes snapped open. His eyes were a cold lifeless pit that could make even Sly a nervous, scared wreck. "Now will you listen." He said.

At Interpol

Carmelita was going over Cooper's file, again, when she heard a familiar call that some gangster's house was being robbed. She grabbed her shock pistol and headed out, while she called the police to have the place surrounded, not knowing this was an important night, one she would remember for a long time.

Back at Kyle's apartment

Robert got to his feet in front of a stunned Kyle. "Hello, brother. It's been a while, we haven't really talked since that night we followed Carmelita." He said.

"You stole my car and…wait, I don't have a brother. And what you mean we haven't talked?"

"My god, how did you become a cop again? You, and I, don't exist; we were both made on one fateful night.

Oh god, here comes a flashback.

Fred had just left Carmelita's house, after chugging an entire case of beer in fifteen minutes. You do the math. He hadn't been driving very long when the inevitable happened; he crashed.

He simply almost passed out and drove right off the road. The right side of his car hit a tree, and he was turned and flipped down the hill. He went down the hill in torrent of leaves and smashes. After about twelve rolls, his door opened, and since he didn't have a seatbelt on, he fell out and his head was smashed (not in a bloody mess that killed him) between what was left of his car, and a large flat rock. His eyes went dull, and life left him, for a moment.

His eyes were lit with the fire of life again, but not the same. Robert got up and went back to his (or rather Fred's) house. He went inside, giving his drunken father a glare, then going to where they kept the hunting rifles. Robert licked his lips and chuckled as he picked one and walked to his father. He aimed the rifle, and shot him strait in the face.

Robert walked over to his room, grabbed some steel wool and walked over to his closet. He pulled out a nine volt battery, which he used with the steel wool to start a fire in his carpet. He walked out, and heard his mother scream. He aimed the rifle again as he walked into the living room, which was where he shot his father, and shot his mother in the back of the head.

He walked out of his house, and back towards the school. Alex was leaving the prom, he was walking home. He decided it was the best way to get out some of his anger and disappointment. Damn, Carmelita had a temper. His plan had gone wrong, but it had broken up the famous "cute couple" he hated so much.

Robert stepped out in front of him with a hunting rifle. His eyes were full of cold anger, but he was savoring the moment he could "delete" this piece of filth.

"Whoa, Fred, don't take this too far." Alex begged.

Robert smiled his demented smile, and said "Who's Fred?" before firing his rifle and killing Alex. He dragged Alex to the site of his car crash, and left him in the car before throwing a match on a gas leak that destroyed the car, and the body. Robert walked back to where he shot Alex, and picked up the casing to his rifle shot.

Ending this horrible flashback

"I don't believe you." Kyle said.

"I know it's hard to except, but you police love facts, and here are some to prove it. You're named after the Interpol officer that was sniped in front of us when we were walking around Paris, and this is the apartment complex where our uncle lived. I never had a name until I took one from the chief when I had to start making things right, when I took control, and did what needed to be done. I inherited a lust for Carmelita, and you inherited the dreams of being a cop."

Kyle couldn't take this anymore, he attacked Robert, swinging his fists as he broke almost every little trinket and photo on the mantelpiece above his fire. He punched Robert in the gut, forcing him to his knees. Robert grabbed a fire stoker and swung it into Kyle's neck. Kyle looked at Robert with a look of surprise and horror as he fell to the ground.

In Kyle's apartment, everything was broken, and one wolf lay on the floor. Robert got up, then, over the police radio, he heard Carmelita asking for help and left the apartment after he grabbed his silenced pistol.

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