I finally had enough so I got dressed and went to the prison looking for answers. There were reporters and police cars littered all over. The rookies looked the other way as I walked into the area designated for law enforcement. A few told me to go back home and rest while a few were grateful for extra assistance but mostly people minded their own business. It turns out the prison is being held hostage by some unknown assailant. These guys came in an ambulance and started to shoot up the place and threw grenades everywhere. The head of operation got a phone call with a list of demands. Amongst the list was sending me inside. I had a feeling this had to do with the Merman. I kept it to myself as I walked towards the door. The hostage takers gave me a pat down to check for wires or any form of spyware. I was escorted to the mess hall where a man armed to the tooth examining a piece of paper. I asked him who paid him to collect me. He absentmindedly waved towards one the benches. I sat to take a good look. There were a few items that I could possibly use but I will have to carefully without getting noticed by these guys. Because if they get a hint of my actions then I would be riddled with bullets.
I counted the men in arms and I saw a few that I had put away. Part of me wondered how they would feel had they known me. A part of me believes that I should be a death row inmate. I imagined walking these halls in a felon orange jumpsuit. The fear in people's faces would be delicious. There are those who are seriously tough cookies but they shrink at the sight of these deadly killers. I imagined walking these with a shank shoved under my sleeve. I stalk my prey. I stab my victims a few times. The question is how to select from the inmates. I probably get solitary confinement but the solitude would be enlightening. I felt someone staring I realized it was the head of the hostage takers. The man was staring at me weirdly. I asked him to explain why he wanted me of all the people. He said that he wants to meet a girl who stood bravely against the notorious serial killer. He wants to see the grit that I possessed. The more he talked the less I wanted to be here. Like I said it isn't itch time so I closed my eyes and summoned HER.
SHE was sitting by the fireplace in her cozy little cottage. The place looked like it was made for Barbie. I knocked on the window and explained my situation and SHE nodded to agree. SHE stepped out of the cottage and walked towards the horizon. As SHE walked away the earth began to swallow the grass. Hard concrete slabs took its place. The cottage crumbled like a sandcastle. The pile of sand started moving. Soon snakes were seen crawling out for fresh air. From the sounds they made I assumed that they were hungry. They started to slither all over the place looking for food. The ground shook as the concrete started etching lines as though it was outlining a maze. Soon walls rose up completing the look. Part of the wall collapsed as the door appeared. I turned the knob and saw a go bag filled with an assortment of items used mainly for torture. I heard a groan so I turned to face the source of the noise. The sound came from my father tied to a table. I grinned as I imagined the fun I am going to have.
I walked towards the horizon and turned to see a dilapidated factory that had replaced my beautiful cottage. I was surrounded by dead flowers, the smell of something rotting and a few paces it started to smell like someone had forgotten to flush the toilet in over a year. Flies started swarming and so cockroaches. The moment I saw a bunch of rats running around I had to run as fast as my legs would let me. There was a mean cackle as I made my way to exit. I looked back to see HER. SHE was wearing a bloody apron with a bloody machete in one hand and a severed head in the other. She put on a gas mask and kicked the door shut. I heard chainsaws, screams and laughter. Whoever SHE is torturing is definitely someone I don't want to meet. The portal changed to a ring flames. I walked through to see myself in prison surrounded by men and women armed and ready.
The man stared at me intensely. He asked me what date it was. I replied, "In my universe? Today is just another Monday. If you really want to know." I saw a reflection of HER. SHE used sign language and told me today was Tuesday. I gave him the answer and he tilted his head and smirked, "Who am I talking to?" I gave him an angry look, "I am detective Pamela Dalton. Homicide detective of the City of New York. Badge number 14248. You are here because of Kevin Brown the Merman. I know because I set a trap and here you are." He openly asked me, "You actually bluffed my scapegoat into summoning me here of all places. Have to hand it to you. You have a pair of steel ovaries." I asked him why he committed those heinous crimes and he asked me why I commit heinous crimes too.
I told him, "You are fishing for trouble. And you are basing it on garbage you see in the movies. I am a police officer and the other me is an artist. She does painting and takes pictures. As far as I can tell that is not against the law." The man was dumbfounded. He asked me to summon her and I said, "We take turns. Right now she is tired and I am taking her place so she can recuperate." He asked, "Busy with what painting for an art gallery." I simply said, "Nope just painting for a charity that donates to help military men and women so they can get back on their feet to be productive people of society." The guy stared perplexed, "There are charities that help out the military." I shrugged, "Right now it is a small group of people who gather twice a year for a little mileage on their soul. There are organizations but these guys have deep pockets so they like to flex it when possible. Why do you ask?" He asked nicely, "What is the name of this organization?" I gave it a thought and answered, "The official name of the organization is called Fallen Angels. But unofficially we called it the second chance." The guy next to him typed on his computer and proved I was right.
He took a look at the website and thanked me for my insight. He asked me what I was planning to do now that I have met. I gave him a once over and noticed an ear piece. I smiled, "Can I have the earpiece. I would like to talk to the actual Merman." His smile disappeared in a second. He started to sweat profusely. He asked for instructions. The answer came in the form of a bullet that penetrated his head. The others were looking at one another and accusing another for treachery. I ducked under the table as SWAT barged in guns blazing. One of the men yelled, "Light em up" The deafening sound of gunfire went on for what felt like infinity. The gunfire ended and I was escorted out of the building.
I was escorted home. My family was pissed that I had to go into what they call a firing range as a living target. After an hour or more of yelling I got hugs from everyone even the security gave me hugs. I sat down to enjoy my tea when Henry came with a heap of magazines, an envelope, a box of chocolates and a postcard. He said it was left outside in my name. I opened the magazine and a note fell on my lap. In bold block letters was the following. 'Stop looking for me. These people I kill deserve it. I won't stop my work and you can't find me.' I took it as a challenge as I called every number I could dial. Soon the guys were brainstorming. What they discovered was these people were under the protection of the US Marshals. Meaning these are people in the witness protection program. Someone wanted the bad guys in the streets doing horrible things. This guy was their ticket to freedom. No witnesses no crime. This nonsense ends here. I will find him and SHE will have a field day with him. SHE has been reading about a lot of unsolved cases. SHE can disguise it as a copycat and all is right as rain. I rolled up my sleeve as I realized that I needed to delve into the light while SHE will delve into the depths of darkness.