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Chris MacBeth · (02-09-2016)

The Final Chapter

I admit I panicked when I heard the sirens,I had to forget about the bodies around me,I had to forget about Jasmine. With a record like mine there is no way the police would believe I had nothing to do with these deaths, Jasmine's got a clean record there is no chance they would suspect it was her.I have to make a run for it,not before picking up the gun from beside Jasmine and stuffing it in my jacket pocket. I don't want to go down for this but I also don't want Jasmine's legacy ruined by two minute's of madness because of the abuse she had received at the hands of a sick monster. I make a quick exit sticking to the back alley's as I hear the police cars screech to a stop on the road out the front.

I duck down behind two bins and take a seconds breath peaking out from behind the bin watching the police all enter the scene of the crime. Two squad cars had pulled up and all for officers entered the building, guns in hand much like my self earlier they have no idea what they will find inside. I think about Jasmine's cold dead body lying there and my eyes begin to well up. "I should'nt have left her with the gun." I think to myself, she would have still been alive and I could have helped her get through all this.

The final officer enters the building luckily not seeing me when he poked his head around the corner and down the alley. I make a run for it dropping the gun down an open drain into the sewers as I go, I have to be out of sight quickly before the police discover the bodies in the back room and hurry out to begin there search of the perimeter. Turning a corner out of site there is a car parked up, nobody is around so I take a chance on it. It takes two goes but I smash the drivers side window with my elbow and reach in to open the door, I make quick work of hot wiring the engine to life then quickly floor it.

I was driving for about 10 minute's just getting myself out of the general area before I pull over down some side alley to make a plan. I decide to head to my old home town, I will call a head when I'm a little closer to find myself somewhere to stay. As I pull out the alley I have to stop to let a car past, another follows it and big expensive 4x4 going quite a bit faster, as it speeded past me I could see who it was, it was Halliday, the news must have reached him of what had happened in his pub and his daughters death, he must be devastated. I sit and think for a few minute's perhaps I should dump the car and head back there myself... I have got rid of the murder weapon, there isn't anything linking me to the scene, is there? I think a little longer before deciding that I would go back, Halliday had been great to me, he is going to need me now.

It took me about an hour to dump the stolen car and walk across town to Halliday's bar. The yellow and black striped crime scene tape could be seen as I approached, a few officers were stood outside chatting amongst themselves. The turned to face me as I approached, I doubted they would let me in and I was relieved to be honest, I didn't to go back into the room, and see Jasmines lifeless body. I was right the officers wouldn't let me in but I explained that I was a friend of the owner of the bar and asked what happened. They wouldn't say but I already knew,I just wanted to keep them talking until I caught a sight of Halliday. When it happened I was taken aback, he was visibly and understandably upset but I had never seen him like this before. I caught his eye but to my surprise the upset look turned to a deathly stare, directed at me. "What the fuck" I think to myself before it hits me like tonne of bricks. My takings where in a bag next to Jasmine's desk, he has seen it, he knows I have been there, he thinks it was me. I take a deep breath and wait for his hand to come up and point at me signalling to the officer. It didn't happen though, he turned away from me and walked back into the bar with the officer. Of course he did, he wont let the police get his revenge for him, he will be coming for me himself.. I need to talk to him, make his understand what has happened, for now though, I have to get out of here encase he changes his mind.

An unknown amount of time later

Blackness, cold, damp and searing pain.

Where am I, How did I get here?

I didn't know where I was when I woke up, all I knew was it was dark, damp, cold and at least three of my fingers were broken and my head was throbbing. I could smell and taste my own blood as it dripped down my face.

The last thing I can remember was leaving my apartment to head back to Halliday'sto see if I could tell him what had actually happened between his daughter Jasmine and her boyfriend. I was walking down the street when a van skidded to a stop next to me,the door swung open some guy's jumped out and then blackness... The must have hit me in the head knocking me out cold, but why are my fingers broken? I try to ignore the pain and focus my mind, can I remember anything else. A little bit more begins to come back to me, I remember being strapped to this seat, it wasn't dark then though, I remember where this is, this is the basement at Halliday's bar, I cringe as I remember them snapping my fingers in right angles as I pleaded with them to believe me. I did tell them the truth, I remember telling them the truth but nothing else.

The door behind me clicks open letting some light in as whoever opened it walks into the room behind me. The light switch click and the single hanging bulb above my head fills the room with a dim light. SMACK! A slap to the back of my head, I try to turn to see who it was but as I do the last thing I see is a fist heading towards my face then nothing.

Blackness

The next time a wake and open my eyes, I am in a bed, my head and fingers bandaged. This is not my bed though, I blink a couple of times as I wake up and soon realise that I am in a hospital somewhere, I cannot remember anything.

A few minutes pass and a nurse walks in, she smiles at me and I smile back as he helps me sit up.

Macbeth:Where am I,How did I get here?

I statement I seem to be saying a lot lately, how did I get here? My question was soon answered though...well sort of!

Nurse: Вие сте в Пирогов, вашият приятел ви доведе тук?

Obviously I had no damn idea what she said. I shook my head and looked around the room spotting a Bulgarian flag. "What the Fuck"I said to myself. So it seem's I have ended up in Bulgaria... I signal to the nurse if she could find anyone who speaks english using over prenounced words and hand movment's. She just nods and smiles and disapars out of the room. I had no idea if she understood me or not.

Huh!

Someone had brought me flowers and a card. I reach over to the side table and take the card opening the envelope. Get well soon is weritten in bright blue curley writing on the front of the card and a picture of a cudly toy bear with a bandage on its arm. Inside there was a a hand written message and a car key.

Chris,

You are in Sofia, Bulgaria. I must apologize for the pain and trouble you have been put through but I had to be sure. I now know you were telling the truth. You are in Bulgaria as I have connections out there and could get you fixed up, no question asked. Once your out of Hospital there is a car parked up in the long stay car park. I have left you a bag full of cash in the trunk and a plane ticket back to the UK. If you still want us to work together come find me, if you don't, disappear and don't let me see you again.

Regards

H

Dropping the card down onto my chest I lean back and think over the decision I have to make, an easy decision though, if I descried to break off from Halliday I would be watching my back for the rest of my life, he may have given me the option, but the option wasn't really there. If I wanted to go back to the UK, I had to return to Halliday, and working with him. I could stay herein Bulgaria, that would work for a while or use his money and go somewhere else in the world, anywhere else. Hmmm, maybe I do have a decision to make. It won't be made lightly.

Today

Chris Macbeth is sat in a clinic waiting room, he has decided he better get all his medication up to date before his Battle Royal match on Wednesday after all he does not want to be catching anything from "The Virus".

Speaking of The Virus.

I heard all that trash you have been spouting about the origin of your name and I must say... YAWN! Boring story buddy. To be quite honest I have not long woken up after falling asleep listening to you waffle on and on and on about... well me. Do you love me? Do you find me attractive, is it an obsession maybe, heck I can understand that, I am a pretty awesome guy.

Something I didnt agree with you about though is that you believe, and let me quote you directly.. "Already I am shown a paved road to gold!" You may think you can see a road to the Hart Championship but unfortunatly this path for you is a short one, a shortone with no edges, a short, no edged path that you will fall off of on wednesday night at Warfare. If your struggling to imagine you failing Virus, just think of this no edged path as Super Mario Karts rainbow road level, not the new shit one but the original Snes Rainbow Road where there truly was no edges. Come wednesday you will have fallen at my hands, fallen from the path and into the oblivion of the nobody gives a shit about undercard like so many others before you.

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