Remember remember the fifth of November
'You think my he did it? My dad?' He asked with disbelief. 'Stay here.' She said as she walked out. Mayze put his elbows on the table and rested his head on his hands, shaking his head as he did so. 'It was a 69% match, right? Then maybe it is his father.' She said as she walked in. 'Let him go and bring in his father.' She said at last. I walked out of the small room and threw my arms around him as he walked out of the interrogation room. 'If it's true then I understand if you'd want nothing to do with me anymore.' He said as he looked at me. 'Ofcourse not! It wasn't your fault at all. Please don't say things like that…' I said as I looked into his eyes.
I let out a small yell when something hit my leg, I looked down and saw a small boy kicking it repeadetly. 'Hey hey, stop it.' I said as I crouched down and looked at him. He stuck out his tongue, poked me in the eyes and ran away as he laughed. 'Sorry, that's my grandnefew. I promised my niece I'd watch him.' Ryan said as he chased after the little kid. I got back up and rubbed my eyes. 'That's one violent kid…' I mumbled as I sighed. 'You okay?' Mayze asked. 'Yeah fine, one of my friends had a little brother who didn't like me much either.' I said as I remembered how he'd painted on me as I slept and how he'd hit me with sticks and rocks, she always said that it was his way of telling me he liked me but I never saw it that way.
They brought Thomas Reed, Mayze's father, in after an hour. He glared at his son on passing by. 'You can't watch it.' Beckett said to Mayze. 'Please wait here.' She said as she walked into the interrogation room. 'Want me to wait here with you?' I asked. 'No it's fine, you can tell me what he said later.' He said as he gestured at the small room. 'You sure?' 'Yes I'm sure, go on.' I nodded and walked into the small room, closing the door behind me.
Beckett stood behind the table and Thomas sat in the chair Mayze was just in. 'I did it.' He said almost immediately with an excited expression on his face. 'Why?' 'There is an old rhyme. Maybe you've heard of it.
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
gunpowder, treason and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
It was his intent
to blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
I just wanted to make sure that America had a day like that too though maybe I should've gone for something bigger.' He sounded rather happy about it. I heard a phone ringing, we all looked around only to realise that it was Beckett's phone. She walked out, telling a police officer to watch him in the meantime. The officer stood by the door and kept a close eye on the man. 'Sorry sir but I'm going down like Fawkes.' He said as he got out a comb, got a blade from its handle and slit his throat without hesitation. A sickening sound as if someone was choking filled the room. I staggered backwards as my eyes widened, put my hands over my ears and yelled. The door of the small room bashed open and Mayze ran in, looking at me. 'What's wrong? What happened?' He asked. He followed my gaze and looked into the room where Beckett and the police officer stood looking at the body.
'Don't look!' I said as I stood behind him and held my hands in front of his eyes, feeling how wet they were. I turned him toward me and took them away, seeing how he was crying. 'I'm sorry.' I said as I put my arms around him, he laid his head on my shoulder and quietly cried. I led him out of the room and took him outside of the building. He dried his tears and let out a sigh. 'I didn't like him at all but he was still my dad.' He said as he looked up at the sky. 'They grow here too.' I said as I crouched down and looked at the bushes, at the edge grew several bell snowdrops. 'I think they're here for you.' I said as I looked at him over my shoulder. He crouched beside me and smiled. 'For us.'
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