Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26540829-20150628212114

I just woke up.

Got on the balcony to a city covered in thick fog, buildings, trees and people … just grey silhouettes in a jungle of barely visible skyscrapers and then I heard the  howling  thunder and saw the approaching of a humongous, coal black, lightning riddled cloud and rushed to the other balcony to pick the clothes.

A marvelous display just left me bewildered.

Crimson lightings poured down on the ground as bullets through the thick fog, creating a strange , blurred – horror movie effect, I just stood there, empty headed, and forgot about everything, it seemed like all my worries vanished.

But a sudden creak startled me … reminding me of my clothes. As I lean to get them I notice something, two police car sirens echoing down on street level but i didn’t give it much attention because my neighborhood wasn’t one of those residential neighborhood it was actually a shithole.

Took the clothes inside, just left them on the couch and got back on the balcony for a smoke … only to look down and see the two police cars now parked at the entrance to my apartment building, again , not that odd as I’ve got some, let’s say "special" neighbors like drug addicts , pimps and what not but the rent is cheap at least.

The really odd part is when I hear three loud knocks on the door  I wasn’t sure what to do for the first 10 seconds only to be brought to sense by a stentorian voice :

''“POLICE, could you open the door for a moment? “.''

I went to the door and slowly opened up to three police officers, not your usual type, the fat donut addict sort but three robust, athletic looking men dressed in police uniforms. They all had blonde hair, blue eyes and there was something peculiar about them that got me thinking about a cross between a Nazi German Gestapo Officer and a British Highborn from the 1700s.

One of them asks me, in a plummy voice about Thomas Sheppard, a cousin of mine that lives two blocks down from me. I told them that I didn’t heard from him in ages and after a short moment of silence in which he writes in his notebook what I have said, probably. The same officer in the same plummy accent, thanked for my service, excused for the trouble and gave me a card with a name and a number to call in case I hear anything about my cousin. And then they just left, leaving me at my door looking at that card. The name was Eric Radford and the number was 855-835-5324 his name and phone number I supposed;  the name seemed familiar but I couldn’t manage to remember where I heard this name.

After I came back into my mind, closed the door, opened the TV to the same news that was going for weeks now about a serial killer on a rampage “TwoFace killer” as it would leave a half angry/half laughing sticker near every crime scene, didn’t give much attention and got back on the balcony to finish my cigarette and watch the storm but a thought troubled me, I was asking myself “What my cousin had been doing ?”, “Why the police is asking about him ?” then, my phone rang :

''- Hey man, please help me dude, I need help, please! *almost crying* ''

''- Who is this? *I asked in a high pitched voice thinking it was a prank* ''

''- Tony, can you hear me? *in a brittle voice* ''

''-  Hey, Tom?! *in a rather thin voice*. You changed your number? *a little louder *, sorry for the late reply, I couldn’t hear you. ''

''- Man look, I need your help, really... I’m scared as fuck, they *wobbly* they want to frame me man! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''- Who? What the hell happened, police came in today and asked about you!! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''- Shit … so they started. Look, Tony, you have to help me man, someone *starting to sound wobbly* someone fucking framed me man or tries to frame me. They will say that I killed God knows how many people, that I butchered them and tortured them, that I raped and killed children, man I’m scared if they find me they’ll give me the chair man … for fucks sakes they will kill me. You trust me Tony right? You know me, you know I couldn’t touch a fly! I need help Tony, would you help me? ''

<p class="MsoNormal">*And he was right, I knew him since we were little, he was the most calm person and wouldn’t do harm to someone. Of course I would help him but I was in shock, who would do this to him? But that was for later, I must find out more from him!*

<p class="MsoNormal">''- Ok tell me, what’s going on, frame you for what? ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''- You heard about that serial killer, someone it’s trying to put the blame on me, the police, the feds, I don’t know who the fuck are but they are trying to produce evidence to get me convicted. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''- *bewildered I ask* But how dude? How they hell are they doing that?''

<p class="MsoNormal">''- They plant evidence man, one day I found my apartment messed up, with blood all over the place and stuff like that, they are probably looking for me right now, please help me man, I don’t want to die, you know I’m innocent, you know I wouldn’t do such things! *crying*''

<p class="MsoNormal">- Ok, ok, dude, keep calm, where you right now?

<p class="MsoNormal">''- I’m on East End Ave, I have a apartment there first building apartment 10, will you come here man? I need help, I need someone to talk to and I just need help…''

<p class="MsoNormal">- Ok, I’ll be there in 10minutes, stay but and calm yourself!

<p class="MsoNormal">- Ok man, please come fast, I’m afraid!

<p class="MsoNormal">I changed my clothes and left my apartment, as I got to the ground floor and went outside in the parking lot I saw a black SUV just outside the building, black windows and all, no plates. I got to my car and saw, two large men, black suits, black sunglasses the type of men you would find as a presidential bodyguard or CIA agent in movies.

<p class="MsoNormal">I panicked and just got in the car and drove off, always watching the rear mirror just to see if someone is following me, but as I got the Tom’s apartment the feeling that I was watched was still present, I was paranoid already for no reason at all. Walked the stairs, got to apartment 10 and rang the doorbell, like 10times before Tom, opened up. Pale, skin white as milk, skinny, a sense of dread just got into me after I saw his expression, the expression of a man that was afraid to the bone, that was certain that the end is near.

<p class="MsoNormal">He was just pacing in this apartment on ground floor, nervous and I was just watching him, I couldn’t ask him anything but after 10minutes or so that seemed like 10hours  I asked him :

<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1">-           Ok man, stop, just stop and talk to me, what happened, who is trying to frame you?

<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1">-           The police man, the FBI, the CIA, they all work together, they are responsible for all those crimes and they try to frame me man, I know it. *sounding like an addict that was taking too much and was just confused*

<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1">-                  -   I told you I found my old place covered in blood, and I just know that they are trying to frame me.

<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1">-                   -  Ok, we will figure this out, I’ll spend the night with you and we will figure something out, ok?

<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1">-                   -  Ok man, I trust you, you’re the only one that I can trust right now.

<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1">-                   -  Do you have a beer, I honestly need one right now!

<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1">-                   -  Yeah, let me get some, well need a lot more!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">As I was waiting for him, I kept asking myself who would do something like this and more importantly why would they do it? Why would somebody create a serial killer, and I couldn’t find a reason. But as I was thinking about a reason I got a idea for a solution, he was just suspected for now, he could go to Ukraine were I have some siblings left and live there until all the matters here will turn false and the real serial killer will be found because if the CIA, FBI and all the secret agencies are involved there is no legal way to counter them, they will just find another scapegoat!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">*Tom comes back with the beers*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">- Dude, I know how I can help you!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">''- What the hell dude? How? It can be helped, I’m good as dead!''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">- No man, you can go to my little sister back in Ukraine and you’ll be safe there, no extradition and all until things figure out here, if all the secret organizations are involved they will find another scapegoat for sure!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">''- Dude, you really think that will work? … But yes it will, there’s nothing on TV about me being wanted, I could go there, dude you saved my life !!''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">- It’s nothing, I just know you would do this in 1000 years man, let’s drink !!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">-  Yeah!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">We drank a few beers and almost finished the last one as I went to get another one, as I got close to the fridge my head started to hurt “Damn strong beer” I thought and opened the fridge to get some more but there was no beer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">And then all black.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">As I’m waking up, my head hurts and find myself in a insane asylum white room, whit soft walls only on the door there is only a sheet of paper taped :

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">Case : 855-835-5324

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">Subject : Thomas Sheppard

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in">Supervisor : Eric Radford

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