Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand?
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And wouldn't it be great if we were dead?
He had everything planned, and it took only ten minutes.
The moment they drove away from the burning house, he could see the person sitting on the sidewalk, not too far away. A little boy, who watched the whole scene. Fear being the only visible emotion on his face, light reflection in his eyes. Orange. The orange color that rapidly consumed the house before his eyes. The shade became even brighter when the tears started streaming down his face. As they drove past him, Jay focused on that face. The boy looked back. A short staring-contest, during which Jay managed to memorize almost every feature.
It wasn't just a kid. It was a goddamn witness of a horrible crime, and you had to be careful when it came to those. It didn't matter if they were ten years old or younger. That didn't change the fact they saw something they weren't supposed to see. And even though it wasn't his crime, a thing he did or had planned, he was there. He didn't leave the crime scene unnoticed and he wasn't now going to risk their freedom and let the brat get away with the information, possible descriptions of him and Kylie.
Kylie–– He had told her to leave without him, assuring that he'd join her later on, not giving any particular reason, whatsoever. But it's not like she would keep asking. She left, and the next day, he went on the hunt. And it didn't take long to find the kid.Â
He pulled out the gun. Three bullets came from the distance, and two of them hit the target. Chest and eye. He turned around the minute the body hit the ground and left before the neighbors could run out of their houses.
He didn't expect the police to find out. The next thing he knew was that it was late. And he was in the car, again. And he was speeding down the road, out of Evanston. Police car behind him. But this wasn't just a pointless chase. The cops maybe were smart, but they had seriously underestimated Jay.
He took a risk by showing up in a peaceful neighborhood and shooting a child. He was aware of all the trouble. So, before that plan, he had another one. In case someone would see him. Plan B. A back-up plan.
Jay made sure that the cops were still behind him as he pulled over and jumped out of the car, running towards the nearest train station.
He stopped on the edge of the platform, quickly looking at one of those clocks that hung there. Perfect. Not too early, not too late. They still had a bit of time, and then the game would be over.
Suicide was the way out.
Gun pointed at them, until they decided to keep their distance. He moved the weapon to his own head, a small, barely noticeable smirk on his face, but desperation in his eyes. All he wanted them to believe. And then he went on and on, his depressing speech about how he's not afraid to blow his brains out. Yet, from the corner of the eye, he watched the clock, barely listening to the responses he was getting from the two men who considered themselves intelligent, just because they wore uniforms.
Tick tock, tick tock, and then he could hear the train in the distance.
He dropped the gun, pulling a lighter out of the pocket of his jacket. With an overly dramatic, yet horribly believable 'goodbye world', he set himself on fire.
Well, the jacket.
The cops shouted something, and he could feel the uncomfortable warmth, but at this point he didn't really care anymore. He took a step, letting himself fall backwards, the moment he could see train coming closer.
He took off the jacket in rush, threw it onto the body that was already there. On the tracks. Ready. Similarly dressed. Similarly looking. Covered in gasoline.
It started burning along with the piece of clothing.
Again, he didn't stop to watch. He hurried. Ran fast, knowing that he could worry about the asthma attack later. He was on the other side of the station, when the body disappeared under the speeding train.
Gasoline. Fire. Vehicles.
He got away from there in time.Â
He kept running for a while, covered his ears to not hear the explosion too well, then got into the car that waited for him and quickly drove off.
This time, they wouldn't go after him.Â
