I shined the flashlight on the doors label.
Dr. Montgomery
Psychologist
This was the 7th door that I had passed, I stocked to the next door.
Mailing
No. Damn where is it? as I came to the 9th door the security guard came around the corridor. Shit! I quickly turned off the flashlight and turned the handle of the door. Luckily it was open, so I dashed in and locked the door behind me. I slid under the window and became still just as the beam of light spilled into the room and slowly passed by. As soon as his footsteps faded, I turned on the flashlight and got up. This is it. I walked up to the first rows of filing cabinets, running the light over the names, A-B, then C-D. I skipped a few of the cabinets, and read L. I skipped that cabinet and went to the one above it, M-N. Bingo baby. I pulled open the cabinet and skimmed the names. Macias, Marin, Martin, Meier, Mendoza, Mercer. Here it is. I yanked the file out and flipped it open.
What the…? This isn't my file. There at the top of the file was a not picture of me, but of my brother Bobby. Why is this here? In the file there was a birth certificate, parents information, why he was in foster care, and what was known of his current information. I was just about to read it when I heard walking again. I took everything out of the file, and stuffed it into the breast pocket of my leather trench coat. Then I put his file back and looked for mine. I found it and flipped it open quickly. Nothing was there except a picture of me and a piece of paper.
Information:
Lost
Damn! I had just noticed the footsteps that I had forgotten. I turned off the light, closed the cabinet and crawled under the window again. And just as before, the foot steps faded. I got up and left the room. I was out of the corridor and in the main lobby about to walk out. "Hey you! Stop!" I rolled my eyes. Dose that ever work? I bolted for the door. I know that I shouldn't have walked through the main lobby and should have gone out somewhere more secretive, but this is where the thrill comes in. I got out into the parking lot, now there were 3 or 4 cops on my trail. I could see the bushes were I parked; now there were 5 cops on me. I got to the bushes and jumped onto my motorcycle. I flew out of the bushes, leaving the security guards in the dust my bike kicked up.
Idiot pigs get slower and slower every time I mocked waiting for the sirens of the cop cars. A distant piercing siren was heard in the distance. Speak of the devil. I throttled the bike to go faster, my trench coat flapping in the wind. Soon a single cop car was following me. Only one? And I was hoping for a challenge. To have a little fun I zigzagged between the cars and hopped onto the deserted sidewalk. After only 5 minutes of teasing the cop I finally got board. Time to ditch this crap. I thought as I sharply veered to the right into a dark alley way, turning on the next street; only to get a big surprise.
4 cop cars were waiting for me as I turned the corner. I quickly did a U turn and sped off in the other direction. The cops weren't close behind me so I had to lose some of them and quick. I did a wheelie and jumped a parked car, losing 1 car in the process. Then I jumped to the side walk and quickly did a right turn at an intersection, accidentally losing 1 car. Idiot ran into a fire-hydrant. Now only 2 cars were on my tail. I was going 85 miles when my pocket started vibrating. Crap… I quickly pulled it out of my pocket and answered it. "Hello…?"
"Hey, Ryan? It's Bobby…" It sounded urgent, and like he had been…crying?
"Err, yeah Bobby what is it? Are you okay?" I asked hurriedly still trying to shack loose the cops.
"I'm fine. But uhh, Ma's been shot kid. She's dead…her funeral is in a few days." I was in complete shock.
"WHAT!" I roared. Stopping immediately and making the 2 cops behind be fly past and ram into each other.
"What was that? Are you okay Ryan?"
"I'm fing fine! Just running from some more pigs." I said checking behind me for any other cars. Seeing it was clear, I sped off down a dark alleyway to my condo.
"What did you do know?" He asked amused
"You'll find out soon enough…" I said hanging up the phone and turning it off so he couldn't call back.
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"Hear their haunting words,
lost children with no heart are crying,
and you're the lost mother they're calling,
I hear them crying at night,
Outside when the planets are falling
They want to feel and know you hear them,
Eternal rest…in time,
Eternal rest…in time…" My radio sang to me. I rolled off my warm bed and turned it off. It was weird because that part of the song always reminded me of my mom, Evelyn.
When I first came to her I was a lost kid with no heart and would cry at night. Then one night she heard me and carried me to the couch and she let me cry on her shoulder. From then on if I ever had a nightmare I would always call for her. Then my other brother Jack would wake up crying. He said that my voice sounded scary, like I was a ghost after him. Now, I was going to give my mother eternal rest. But the only way I could let her rest is if we killed the sons of bhes who did this to her. In time my mother would get rest…in time. (A/N: Ok that was awesome! I came up with that part really fast.) I got up took a shower and got ready to go back home. I haven't been back to Detroit since Jerm's (Jeremiah's nickname.) 2nd daughter was born, I moved to Chicago about 3 and half years ago (when she was 18.). (A/N: Sorry I'm not watching the movie and haven't in awhile, so I don't remember something's. So if I screw up on stuff please tell me about it.) I finished up my packing and went out in the main room/kitchen. When I walked out Alyssa, my room-mate and one of my best friends, was already up reading the news paper.
"Whatcha reading?" I asked yawning
"About your last mission." She smiled not looking up from the paper.
"Oh, what's it say?" I put a bagel in the toaster.
"The Trench Coat Terror has struck again…" we started laughing. "Is it possible for them to not make up stupid corny nicknames for 'villains' who are never caught by lazy a cops?" "Really. Anyway, "last night he/she broke into the American Foster Care Association building in downtown Chicago. Why he/she was there is being investigated…" "Jeez, it's not that hard to figure it out! AFCA doesn't tell their foster kids about their pasts, so 'someone' broke in to find theirs. And it's also not that hard to figure out what 'The Trench Coat Terror' is after. Gosh, all the places I've broken into were foster associations. Everyone's an idiot these days!" I ranted, probably making no sense at all. "Well then you won't want to hear the rest because it's all stupid and pointless." I started eating my bagel. "So how long are you going home?"
"However long it takes." She looked at me oddly. "What do you mean however long it takes?" "Well she was murdered Alys, my brothers and I are going to get revenge. I mean she was the only person who cared for us, the least we could do is point a few guns around." She looked at me wide-eyed. "Are you serious?" I looked up from my bagel. "Mmhmm." "Well it's, uhh, your life. Just don't die on me." I smiled. "My brothers and I are pro's, we'll all be fine. Well I should get going, my plane leaves in 2 hours." I got up and grabbed my duffel bag. "See you later." "Yeah, hopefully."
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The taxi pulled up in front of my old home. "Thanks." I said handing him a $10. I walked up to the house, so far the outside looked the same, and it brought back so many memories. Playing hockey, wrestling with one of my brothers, finding a kitten-my kitten Slay, Slay getting hit by a car, crying my eyes out, more wrestling with one of my brothers, Jack learning to drive, and so many more. I unlocked the door and walked into the little porch-like thing. "Well you're here early." A man's voice said. I looked over to see a muscular figure sitting on a chair in the corner. "So are you! What are you doing here so early, Bobby?" "I wanted to get some vacation before we exterminate some homies." I laughed as he exaderated on the word homies. "I see I didn't come back for no reason." I smiled wickedly. "Why'd you come home early?" "Same thing, basically. Why are you out here on the porch?" "I was reminiscing." "About?" "Everything…" He smiled and we walked into the house.