For the next few days Doctor Bowman found Jacob Williams to be somewhat of a difficult patient. It wasn't that he was uncooperative or aggressive, it just was his bluntness and straight mindedness that she found irritable.
It wasn't uncommon for soldiers to be stoic and unresponsive, it took time for them to open up. They were train to keep themselves lock up. Bowman had been train in dealing with these characters. Getting them to open up help with the process and treatments.
But, Jacob Williams was Fort Knox. He gave her the minimum of responses.
She felt like she has been dealing with a robot. A little more response that all she ask for, but NO! He had to be the extreme stoic type.
Even the children of Athena and Ares were not this annoying.
The children of Athena would could complain about the proper medical techniques and measures, and the children of Ares would just say that they, in their own words, didn't have time to bleed. They would just pass out an hour late.
Jacob on the other hand didn't even complain at all. He sat there during the procedure and wouldn't even flinch. He just seem so uninterested and bored with this whole situation.
Not to mention that Jacob recovery speed was unbelievable. At first he walked around bit stiff, also the fact he shouldn't be walking at all, now he was like his leg was never injured.
His wounds have already closed up and his malaria was gone. It was like he was swapped with different version of himself. Even half-blood didn't heal this fast, even with the help of Ambrose or nectar.
It was like one the gods was watching over him. Maybe that was going on, that at least made sense.
Tonight General La Rue was coming to collect Jacob. Finally Doctor Emily Bowman might have some answers about her patient. Who unfortunately she couldn't find right now. One of the many troubles of being a military doctor was that of her patient were experts in stealth, finding them was a an epic game of hide and seek.
One soldier manage to get himself in the air vents. That was an interesting day.
Another interesting fact was dealing with the nurses, these young men and mostly women usually develop an attachment to their patients. This strange way of romanticizing the idea of taking care of these injured, but strong people and healing them body and mind.
It was not uncommon to catch a nurse and patient having sex in, well basically everywhere on the base, literally everywhere and Doctor Bowman always made sure to lock her office door.
Luckily for her, she had not caught Jacob committing these acts. He usually was alone, sitting there with empty look on his face. She gave two notebooks to write his thoughts.
She couldn't read him and hope this could be a way of helping him. All because his body healed, didn't mean his mind or soul had recovered.
In one their session, during lunch, she hope food would help lower his guard.
She just had salad and iced tea while he packed his tray with all the meat he could, along a large cup of coffee, and devoured it all and left for seconds.
As he left for his second course of proteins and fats, Bowman notice he left his notebook on the table. She figure a little look wouldn't hurt.
As her hand made it way across the table, her fingers mere centimeters away, the notebook was quickly snatched up by it owner.
"This is private Doctor." He said with an annoyed glare.
Doctor Bowman quickly raised her hands in defense, "I just wanted a quick look, see what thoughts are in your head."
Jacob placed the notebook next to his tray. He sat back down, "You don't want to know what goes through my head." He took a bite out of his fifth cheeseburger.
She waited for moment, "Jacob I just want to help you." He took the final bite of his burger and swallowed.
"I don't think you can help me." He said. She had heard these words before. "What do you mean,?" She retorted,"How can I not help you?"
Jacob just stared at her, with that beard and fierce glare, she felt like a lion was staring right at her, she felt a cold sweat run down her back. How does he keep doing that? Why did she feel so scared of him? She has dealt with real monster in the past, she kill her first monster when she was twelve, shot an arrow through a cyclop one eye, Bulleyes!
But this guy had made her flee instinct active immediately. Get away from him! That what her instinct scream at her.
Jacob then said, "What I'm going through is something only I can solve." He went back to eating and made it clear that he didn't want her help.
But she wasn't going to give up, "Jacob," the Doctor said gently, " I believe that you should open up, and find someone to help you with your situation," she continued, "If I can't help you, surely someone could."
She was hoping he would say that she was right and ask her for more of her brilliant advice.
Instead he just shrugged his shoulders. Doctor Bowman just felt great annoyance now and left him alone with his meal.
Doctor Bowman just gotten a message from General La Rue saying he would be at the base at sixteen hundred hours, she felt relieved that she no longer had to deal with Jacob anymore.
She went looking for him and eventually found him in the gameroom, soldiers and patients enjoying pool, cards games, the arcade games and watching sports on one the many TVs.
To her surprise Jacob was sitting with other people, one of whom was another one of her patient, Pablo, who had knee surgery after he was in a car crash and required wheelchair till his leg healed. Pablo work security on the base and he was a very positive person.
As she walk up to where they were, Pablo smile and greeted her, "Hello Doctor Bowman, how are you today?"
She smiled back,"I'm good Pablo, how your knee feeling?"
"Feeling stiff, but it getting better every day, won't be long be I can show you my sweet dance moves." He beamed. Bowman chuckled, "I lookward to seeing your moves."
She looked at table and saw that they were a playing board game, it was a map of some sort and had mini figurine on it. Jacob attention was fully on the game.
"What are guys playing?" She asked, Pablo continued smiling, "Only the manliest game of all time, Warhammer Forty-K!"
She had heard of Warhammer Forty-K before, she didn't understand it at all, was it science fiction, magic, or some kind mixture of the two?
"Wanna play Doc?" Pablo said.
"No thank you, you guy look like your already pretty deep in your game and I just get the way," she said, "Though I am curious on how you got him to play." She pointed to Jacon who was still focus on the board game.
"Oh, we were setting and he just came up and asked what we doing," Pablo said, "And we told him and ask he wanted to try playing and here we are." Pablo gesture through the game.
One of the player spoke, "He said he's never play before, but he ready good, he already killed a thousand Orks with his strategy."
"Yeah he kicking butt in this campaign." Said another player.
Jacob rolled the game dice and the game master saw the number and said, "Congratulations, you kill the Orks Warboss, and the green skin army is retreating."
"Cowards." Jacob said. Pablo patted his shoulder, "That right! You show those Orks whose boss! For the Empire!"
"For the Empire!" Repeated the rest group, Jacob just nodded. Bowman felt relieved that he was actually connecting with other people.
"Well I just came by to let Jacob know that General La Rue is coming today."
"Hmp." Grunted Jacob his attention still on the game. He pick a figurine and examine. It was space marine in black armor.
"Jacob, if you want you can keep that piece," Pablo said, " I got plenty anyway."
"Thank you." Jacob said placing the piece back on the board.
"Alright then, enjoy your game Jacob," Bowman turn to Pablo, "Pablo can you keep an eye on him, I'll come get him with the General arrives."
"Sure Doc, be happy too." Pablo pick up the dice and began to roll.
"Ok guys, let bring glory to empire!" He threw the dices that proceed to roll off the table.
"Not again." Grumble one player.
Jacob was actually enjoying himself, instead thinking of his past lives, he was playing this game. He like being a space marine and bringing honor to the Empire.
When he was a kid he wanted to a marine. In of of his past lives he wanted to a warrior, a spartan, a samurai, a knight templar, a crusader, a general, a war chief, a soldier, and a special ops.
Every life he had wanted one thing: to fight and be honorable, and if not be honorable, be feared.
That what drew to this game, it was another war he wanted to a part of.
After a few hours the game end. The other player had to work the shifts or treatments. Jacob took the little space marine figure and put it in his pocket.
Pablo rolled up to Jacob as he was leaving, "Hey, enjoy the game?" He beamed.
"Ya," Jacob said, "it was fun." He turned back to the exit and began to walk. "I know we just met and everything, but me and some of guys are heading out tonight, wanna come?" Pablo asked.
Jacob look at Pablo, "Why?" Pablo smile faded "Well, why not?" Jacob was now confused "We only met a few hours ago, why invite me?" Pablo study Jacob, he generally looked confused, has he ever spent time with friends, Pablo knew that he just had been straightforward.
"Look man, I see lots of guy cooped up here, it eventually get to them, a night out usually make them feel better, some fresh air, a good drink, sometime with some chicks, just something different, you know?"
Pablo explained, "Plus, you looked like you need a distraction."
"General La Rue is coming pick me up, I might not have time." Jacob said.
"Aww come on, these generals take hours, he'll probably have a bunch of paper work to sign and you just end up waiting on him." Pablo said hoping he convincing enough.
Jacob tugged on his beard and was quiet. "I just a night out wouldn't be too troublesome."
Pablo normal million dollar smile returned. "Alright, your going love it!"
Pablo said he would love it, well he cause kinda right, it wasn't so bad, it just wasn't what Jacob had in mind. He was expecting to go a bar and have a few drinks.
No, instead he found himself in a loud, colorful nightclub filled with people. The Pina Colada, what a stupid name. Weird techno pop blared on the speaker, spotlights with random colors flashed on and off, the patrons were not so much dancing but grinding on each others.
The drinks were in strange glass with umbrellas, fruit, flower, or some other gay crap. Whatever what to alcohol? He remembers when he was a spartan, alcohol was discouraged, but everyone still drank it, especially the soldiers, it was bitter, sour, burned as it went through his body, and made tears formed. He love it.
Now sitting at the bar Jacob analyze the vast shelves of bottles that came in every shape and color.
Pablo said that he would keep an eye on him, currently he and his friends were in a booth with some scantily covered women. That another thing that bother him, the women.
The wore too much makeup, too much perfume, and too little clothing. Sparta had women like this too; they were prostitutes. Cheap, easy sex.
A true spartan woman was modest, loyal, and strong. These women were just easy. He remembers as Kratos would some times he enjoy easy women, it was a temporary pleasure, after which he would just feel hollow inside.
The music sent vibrations through his body and he could feel his teeth buzzing. Random lights appear and disappeared.
The bartender came up to him, "What'll you have?" Jacob just look at him, he had green hair that shave on side and comb over and wearing glasses that had one blue circle lense and one pink square lense. Is this guy human?
"Something strong." Jacob said. The bartender proceeded to list a series of strange sounding drinks; pink tortoise, blue hurricane, great lebowski, big and wide, piranha swarm, and many more strange drinks that seem more like fail brand names.
"Do you have any whiskey or bourbon?" Jacob asked. The bartender reached below the counter and pull a bottle of Jack Daniel's.
"Glass or bottle?" The bartender said.
"Both." The bartender pull a glass and set the bottle next to it. "Ice?" Jacob nodded. The bartender placed an golfball sized ice cube in cup the and pour the drink in.
"Will there be anything else?" The bartender said.
"No thank you." Jacob then gave the bartender a tip and watched as he went to attend to his other customers.
He put up his glass and study the brown liquid. He could barely hear the sound of ice hitting the glass over the music. Jacob proceeded to drink it all in one gulp. It burned his mouth, face and throat, then a warm feeling spread through his body.
"Dad, what are you drinking?" The boy asked his father.
The father was sitting in recliner and reading the newspaper. A glass of brown liquid was on the table next to him. The father put down his paper and turn to the boy.
"Whiskey." He said. "It a man's drink." The father pick the glass and hand it to his son the smell was already burning him. "Take a drink and do not spit it out."
The moment the liquid touch his lips it burn him, the bitter liquid travel went his throat and could feel it weight in his stomach. His body felt hot and his face began sweating.
"Remember son, whiskey is a real man drink, and wine a lesser alcohol." His father took back the glass finishing it off.
That was a memory from this current life. A memory of a father sharing a drink with his son.
Jacob finish his glass and refilled it. The memories of this life were coming to him.
His name is Jacob Williams, his parent are Zachary and Karen Williams and has a younger brother named Damien. He was born in Texas and was raised on his family farm.
And when he was twelve his family was killed in a car crash, Jacob was the only survivor.
The memory of their funeral came to him, three black caskets slowly descended into the earth, and he stood there watching, bandage covering half his face.
'So that how I got that scar.'
Alone, that all he felt.
Two boys ran through their backyard, a fence separate them from the rest of the world, like that would stop them.
At ten years old Jacob climbed and threw himself over the back yard fence, his brother right behind him. "Jacob, wait for me!" Damien cryed out, he was only six at the time.
Damien tried his best, but couldn't make over the fence. Jacob came back and grab his brother arm pulling him over. Damien tumple over and landes of his rear end.
"You got learn to do it on your own, I cant always help you." Jacob said pulling his brother up.
"I know, I get it," Damien brushes himself off and ran off.
"Come on let's go."
Jacob smiled and ran after his little brother.
Ten year old Jacob didn't flinch when his mother began applying the disinfectant on his injuries.
Jacob was reading in his room when Damien ran in crying that the Thompson brothers jump him and stole his bike. Jacob put away his book, grab the baseball bat near his bed and went to retrieve his brothers bike.
The Thompson brother out number him four to one and put up one hell of a fight but in the end they ran off crying to their mother. Jacob was pretty ruffed up but he got the bike back in one piece.
His mother had him sit at kitchen table and went to go get the hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls and band aids.
She gently dabbed the cotton ball on the cuts and bruises on his arms and face.
"My poor baby," his mother said, she kiss his bruise cheek and place a band aid on it. "There nothing like a mother kiss to help her baby feel better."
Jacob groaned, his mother always worried about him, so what if he got into a lot fights, so what if he did dangerous stuff like climbed trees, play near train tracks, and got on the school roof that one time. If he so much got a paper cut she would immediately clean it and give a kiss.
"Come on, it just a few bruises." Jacob complained.
His mother just smiled, pull him in a hug, and gave him another kiss.
Jacob just stare at his glass, he had already had drank half the bottle, the ice was half it size and everything he refilled the glass it size decreased just a bit more.
He had so many memories of this life, and they play like movie. He had so many lives and he didn't get to live any of them.
Pablo had one of the girls in his lap and judging how he was acting it was clear that he was drunk, and so were the rest his group.
Jacob grab the Jack Daniel's bottle, it was ninety percent and aged ten year. He drank half a bottle and didn't feel anything, he wasn't even buzz. Great, he cant even get drunk.
'What am supposed to do, were do I even start?'
The music seem to get louder and the lights began flashing slower.
Drunken laughter, moaning, and whooping began equaling the flow of music.
'I hate it here.' Jacob hated the music, the lights, the dancers, the men and women who giving into their basic desires.
He remembers one military that his Spartans army came across an Olympian temple, which one he couldn't remember, had a party that became hedonistic orgy. Sex, wine, opium, and anything else to fulfill their lowlife needs.
He remembers having to drag several of his men out naked, drunk, or both.
He order the sober members of his army to lock up and burn the temple to ground and kill those who tried escaped.
Now here he was in a night club that almost felt like that temple just that there weren't piles of naked bodies.
Well, judge by how close everybody was... Nope didn't wanted to see what might happen.
'I gotta get out of here before I kill everybody here.' He thought.
'Ooh, some self control for once.' The voice said.
Jacob didn't replied to the voice in his head. He saw Pablo spinning around his wheelchair with a different girl in his lap.
He got up from his stool and left the club.
Sao Paulo was a beautiful city, especially at night. Jacob could at least a enjoy that.
Walking down the street avoiding it inhabits and tourists, well they were avoiding him, him being a giant of a man who look like he was ready to massacre somebody tend to drive people away.
The whiskey had no effect on him, not even a buzz. Jacob took the bottle with him out of the club and guzzle it down. Made his body feel hot and that was it.
He threw the bottle in the trash and continued walking.
Walking past more clubs with lines going to the end of the block, restaurants that emitted delicious smells from the kitchen, and street performers doing outrageous things and people throwing money at then and he barely paid attention to any of it.
Jacob was still uncertain of his nexts move was, he just kept walking ignoring the world around him.
He just kept walking, his mind walking with him.
Maybe, he thought, maybe he was being punished, maybe that was it.
The constant cycle of life, death, violence, and bloodshed was his punishment. Maybe some greater being finally gave him what he deserved.
He kept walking until he notice something was different. The noise was quiet, no sound of loud club music leaking out of buildings, cars going by, or people chattering. The light were dimmer. Jacob realised that walked into so kind neighborhood, trash and graffiti were everywhere, the smell was awful.
'Great, walk into some ghetto.'
'Seem like your kind of place. '
Jacob knew these kinds of inhabitants, nothing but trouble live here. He had to leave before-
"Hey man, you look a little lost."
'Good grief.'
He turn to a man emerging from the alley next to him. A sly smile on his face as he made presence know.
"It not good getting lost, especially at this time of night." The man continue showing his teeth which were dark and misshapen, a clear sign of drug use.
Jacob quickly analyzed his new company, a couple of inches shorter, a hundred pounds less, and his stance was a bit off; he was ready to move if needed.
"You look like you could use some help, I be willing-"
"No I'm good." Jacob said. The man frowned at being cut off. His body was make little fidgety movements, going through withdrawn.
The man smile again. "No no I insist. I know every part in this neighborhood." The man eyes quickly darted to the left for a microsecond. Jacob noticed the eye movements and knew in these moments that was being surrounded. He closely listens, hearing several lowkey sounds around him.
'Five, six, seven, eight... that it.' He was a big guy and eight probably would have enough; but he wasn't just any other guy. Eight thousand wouldn't be enough.
"Look if you and your friends want to live to see another day you will all just walk away."
"Friends? What are you-" Jacob then cut him off again. "Eight of them if I'm correct."
The man scowled at him and let out an annoyed sign. "Alright guys he knows wants going on, come on out."
Eight men proceeded to join them. Each covering their face with a mask or bandana wielding a series of blunt and sharpen objects.
"Ok sense you know what going on, you'll what to do next," the ringleader said, "hand it all over wallet, jewelry, phone, clothes and anything else on you."
Jacob look to his right then his left, the thugs had surrounded him in a perfect circle. Each armed with bat, pipe or a knife.
To the average person this was unwinnable being outnumbered and unarmed, but for Jacob, the man once know as Kratos, there was no dangerous more to him than a swarm of butterflies or canadians.
Jacob had already mentally calculated the scenario. These men had no chance of defeating him, he could easily get away without harming anyone. But yet he stood surrounded by choice.
'You could easily get away, why stay and fight?' The voice in his asked.
Jacob didn't answer, his attention on his opponents. Each one shifting their movements waiting for either the ringleader to give the next order or Jacob giving them any reason to attack.
"Ok amigo, last chance, hand over what you have or-"
"Your not getting anything from me." Jacob cutted in. The ringleader anger grew at being cut off again gave his next order, "Get him boys!"
The circle closed in on Jacob and the first man on his left made the first by swing a iron pipe at Jacob head. The pipe misses it as it target effortlessly dodge and counter with right jab. The first attacker jaw shatter as Jacob jab met him, teeth and blood flew through the air as the pipe wielding thug crashed down face first on the dirty street. He was not getting back up.
'One down.' Jacob quickly grab the pipe and shield himself from the second thug who had bat. The bat thug continuously swung his weapon, but was counter at every hit. Jacob notice an opening, the right shoulder, and brought down the pipe, breaking the right collarbone and dislocating the arm.
The thugs fell to knees, holding his right arm, and started screaming.
"AAAAHHHH!" Jacob shutted him up with a quick strike to head. Two down.
The remaining men did their best to subdue the behemoth only to beaten bloody. One by one they fell to the ground with broken bones. One of them had his own knife stabbed in his chest and two of them had their head smash together. Jacob was too strong, too fast, and too skilled. He was a tiger playing with mice.
Jacob grab the eighth man and quickly snapped his neck. The dead body hitted the ground.
Five dead and three critically injured. Only one was left, holding two by four with nails in it. He hadn't even tried to attack Jacob. Just standing there shaking. Jacob look at him, the shaking stop, freezing up.
"Well?" Jacob asked. The remaining thug look at Jacob then his fallen comrades, who couldn't tell if they were alive or dead, then back at Jacob who didn't have a scratch on him.
The last thug threw his weapon down and ran away.
"Hmp, smart." Jacob said. He look around at the dead and half dead victims of his; five laid still, while the living were groaning in pain. Their ringleader tries to get, only for the pain to bring him back down.
Jacob had shatter his ribs and broke both his legs. The ringleader did manage to look back up his supposedly victim who turn him in the victim.
"Your...your going to pay! You hear me! Your a dead man!" Said the broken man on the ground. He began rant about getting revenge and how much of dead man Jacob is. It was clear the his brain was releasing alot dopamine.
Jacob signed and walk over to the ringleader and ended his revenge speech with a single stomp to the head.
SPLAT!
"Shut up." Jacob wiped his shoe off on the curb and made sure to clear off the blood and pieces of brain.
He looked at the carnage. Six dead, two gravelly injured, one escaped unharmed. Jacob kept scrapping the blood of his shoe and check it. Good enough.
He thought of the one that got away. Maybe he should go after and finish the job, make sure no incident happen later.
'What the point, he ran away, there no need to find him!' The voice said. For once Jacob listened, there was no danger to him, and hunting down and killing the survivor didn't really benefit him in anyway. As long as he got of this ghetto the chances of them meeting were slim to none.
'Ok, I'll let him live.' He thought.
'Alright, let's get out of here then.'
For the next twenty minutes Jacob realised that he was still lost. The neighbor remain the same. The siren of the police were in the distance.
Unfortunately if Jacob could find a sign it would be written in Brazilian. He could speak Brazilian, along with fourteen other languages, but he couldn't read it. He only knew some words for directions, asking for time is it and where is the nearest bathroom.
'Good grief.' Jacob thought to himself. He was getting irritated at being lost. He came up to another dead end and turned around. He took left down an alley and began making his way to the end. Jacob stepped in a dirty puddle and a few rats ran out in front. He stopped and watch the rodent dissapeared under a filled dumpster.
He was halfway through when fill a presence behind him. He could sense the killing intent from presence as well. Jacob just walking and could feel the stalker following him. The stalker was keeping its distance.
Jacob knew from the distance between that stalker would be armed with gun. If armed with a knife or bat they would to be way closer.
'Whomever this is they want me dead.' Jacob thought deciding on his next action. He suddenly stop and so did the stalker. Jacob turn his left near some overflowing garbage cans and proceed to unzip pant and bleed his lizard. The whiskey went through him.
He knew urinating would make the stalker think he let his guard down. And he was right. The stalk came in closer and drew out a handgun and aim in the center of Jacob back.
Jacob finished and zipped back up his pants.
The stalker slowly pull the trigger and fired. The bullet sped straight its target, flying at high velocity and power. Jacob quickly threw himself back. The bullet struck a wall and caused some spark to fly. Jacob grab a trash lid a threw at his assailant. The stalker was knock down, but continued firing blindly. Jacob rushed past the bullets and grab the stalker and judo flip him back first on alley grounds.
The stalker let out strangled cough as he struck the ground. Jacob reached ground and grab him by throat and lift him up. He realized who it was; the one gang member he spared.
Jacob felt his anger flood his mind.
"Why? Why attack me? You should just leave me alone!" Jacob said as his grip tighten. The gangster began struggling as his windpipe began crush under the vice grip. Both his hands grab Jacob massive wrist and try to pry his fingers in the flesh. He fail realizing how tough the skin and muscles was. Like tough rubber wrapped around steel.
In a last ditch effort the gangster let his left go of Jacob wrist reached for the second gun he tucked in the back of pants. A small revolver with six shots. He pull it out, aim at Jacob chest and fired six shots point blank.
POWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW!
The gangster waited for Jacob to fall backwards and his grip to loosen. He be free and gotten his revenge. The very second last for a long time.
And when the second ended, Jacob was still standing.
"Huh?"
Tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink.
Those were the bullets hitting the ground. They did hit Jacob, they just didn't hurt him.
The gangster couldn't believe what just happened. He shot a man six times and the bullet didn't even damage him.
Before the last gang member brain could generate another thought, Jacob snapped his neck.
CRACK!
Jacob finally loosen his grip and the body flopped on to the ground motionless. He just then stare a the fresh corpse.
He was angry, very angry. Why? Why? Why did he come back? Their was nothing for him gain and nothing to lose. Why is he here?
He just continued staring at the man he just killed. He didn't regret killing the man, he just regretted the whole stitution.
Jacob checked where he been shot at, which was easy as now his shirt had six holes in it. No damage at all, he then kneel down and picked up one of the bullets, it was flatten.
He had been through worst, he literally took hit from gods, titans, and giants. He just got right back up and continued fighting.
'Remembering who I was has given me my power back.' He thought. He pick the guns that were drop and proceed to easy crumple them up in a small ball. Yup, his strength was returning.
He was still a god. A god without a home or worship, but still a god.
Jacob look a the body one last and proceed to leave the ghetto.
After twenty minutes he finally made to the active, more friendly part of Sao Paulo. He just need to find the club.
He saw a group of young men, most likely college tourists, and walk up to them. The moment they saw him they freezed.
"Pardon, do you know-"
"Sorry, we don't know anything!" One of the men said and the group ran in the opposite direction.
'What?'
'Seem reasonable, running away from you.' The voice said.
Jacob then tried to ask a group women, before he could say anything they scream and ran off. He notice that people around were staring at him in shock. Some took out their phones to take pictures of him or call some one. Parents were shielding their children eyes.
'What is going on?' Jacob look around at the people staring at him. He then knew why they were staring at him. He caught his reflection in window.
Jacob was covered in blood. His shirt and pants were stain with red and had specks of blood on his face.
'I see.'
'Yup, makes sense.'
WHOOOOO
Blue lights began flashing on his left. A police car came to the scene and to officers step out. One began talking into his radio. The other came up to him.
"Sir, can you understand me?" The officer said.
"Yes." Jacob said, the flashing blue light were beginning to irritate him.
"Are you injured?" The officer continued "Do need medical attention?"
"No, this is not my blood."
The officer look concern. "Who blood is it?"
"From the people I killed." Jacob answered bluntly.
"People you killed?" The officer was alerted now. "Who were they?"
Jacob look around at the crowd still taking pictures or recording him.
"They tried to rob me, so I kill them."
The two officers look back at each other and the one with the radio began talking in it again.
"Sir your going to have to come with us back to the station, do you understand?"
Jacob really didn't want to fo that, he just wanted to get back to the base. But he doubt that these officers would let him leave.
"Alright, no handcuff, I coming with you willing."
The officer nodded and guided him the police car. Jacob skidded into the back and police closed the door behind him and they got in as well.
"Sir, we going to collect those collects those clothes as evidence." The other officer said." You'll be provided with some new one at the station."
Jacob look through the tinted window and saw the life on the streets had returned to normal.
"I have one request." Jacob said, "Can I have so coffee?"
The officers looked at each other, one had an amused look. "I'll brew you a fresh pot when we get there."
"Thank you." Jacob leaned back and closed his eyes. He felt the car began to move.
He opens his eyes and saw the clock.
It was ten-thirty.
END.