On The Run From Murder

 The Kill

Mitchel narrows his eyes as he looks at the dusty ally.  It is early morning and still  black, and he can see the fog rise to form a thin curtain of mist before his eyes.  His hands are cold, his eyes are weak, and his chest is heaving from the murmur inside of his chest.  However Mitchel knows that he has made a decision and he takes out a gun and threatens the next person to walk down the ally with polished shoes heralding their direction.

"There you are, coming!"  gasps Mitchel as he cocks the gun.

More footsteps allow the person to step closer and Mitchel waits as the mist swirls in dance before the figure's torso.  Mitchel knows he needs to shoot however his fingers fall numb -  suddenly he doesn't have the nerve to shoot and he gasps as his belly begins to chew on butterflies.

"Just shoot!"  cries out a voice in the back of Mitchel's head.

However that voice comes after a burst of memories from child-hood as Mitchel shares moments of fondness with someone who he once thought a good and dear friend.

"What am I to do?"  gasps Mitchel as the polished feet stop.

Mitchel looks at the person ahead who stares as one who is trying to take in a scene with clarity.  Mitchel knows the person is confused and he wars with his body to try and get his finger to shoot!  But it won't move, and so Mitchel turns and takes to sprint!  He doesn't know where he is going, only he is getting away!

Boom!  A door opens and Mitchel drops his gun to cover his face with his hands as hot ache throbs over his face, chest, and brain.  A stranger turns Mitchel around however he pushes the man away before a cry barks the word 'robber'!  Mitchel picks up his gun and fires a few rounds as quick as a hare before he sprints!

Mitchel gasps as he rounds a corner and then he shrivels against the crumbling brick as cries and yells are heard.  Mitchel's head spirals and for a moment he sees stars as they dance before his eyes.  Mitchel knows he is defeated, however then a whistle blows and Mitchels legs run before he has time to think how he had killed two men!

The Break In

Mitchel looks at the name of the friend that he has shot dead.  His name was Jones and Mitchel stares at it until he is able to recall the name with accuracy, with imprint, as though it were his own name. 

"I hate that name!"  gasps Mitchel as he shakes his head.  "Jones... it's boring..."  he adds as he glares at the wood in front of his face.  "He better have made spare keys!"  gasps Mitchel before he knocks on the door.

Inside there is some shuffling and soon the door opens.  Mitchel glares at Jones's wife Cary and he wishes to walk away.  She was never very good looking and her deep eyes makes his heartbeat murmur.  Would he end up looking like her if he were forced to share an intimate moment in bed?  Fear of germs settles upon Mitchel's brain and he begins to hate himself for having had made plans to end the life of his friend and live his life as a getaway plan.  

"Hello;"  mutters Cary with her eyes glued to the figure who seems like a ghost risen from the ashes.

"Hi there dear;"  tells Mitchel with some twang he cannot cover. 

Mitchel's mind is set on dislike and as Cary offers him her cheek he wishes to once again walk.  However Mitchel forces his lips upon her ice-cold flesh and he shrivels like a grape as his warm lips turn cold.  

"Do I look old and worn?"  he asks as though in fear for the sensation of blood-loss on his face.

"No!"  gasps Cary before she lets Mitchel inside of the home.  "Dinner will be ready within an hour!"  she tells before she moves to the kitchen to cook.

"Thank goodness you do that here!"  gasps Mitchel before he walks down the hallway to check out Jones's room.

Inside of the room Mitchel hunts through the drawers.  He rummages through them as though starving for clues and answer.  He finds the set of spare keys, money, clothes, and jewellery.  Mitchel cheers at each find and then he scoffs at a handful of photographs which lay under a folder.  Mitchel checks out the photographs one at a time, and then he pushes all the found items into a large box.

"All the good things looted!"  gasps Mitchel before he heads for the desk drawer to scope out the bills, forms, and papers.

Daughter June walks inside of the room and checks Mitchel out.  She chews on gum and thinks how different he is -  like a robber checking for gold as his face blushes a strange crimson red!

"What are you doing?"  asks June as the glares at Mitchel with concern.

"Checking drawers!"  says Mitchel as he turns to face June.  "What are you doing out of bed?"  he asks.

"I go to bed at ten;"  tells June as she raises her brows.  "It's five pm;"  she adds as disbelief floods her brain.  "Are you sick or something? You're shaking;"  she adds.

"Not sick!"  gasps Mitchel before he re-packs the drawer and closes it shut.  "Just looking for something important;"  he adds before he wipes a trail of sweat upon his brow.

June stands back unsure.  She wants to call Mitchel a lie but he does resemble her dad a little, and so she stands still.

"We're not allowed to call the cops;"  tells June as she stares.  "So you'll never be found;"  she mutters before she walks away.

Mitchel crooks his brow and shrugs.  He immediately suspects that June knows something about his fraud, however he ignores the itches on his spine and continues to rummage.

Daughter May looks at Mitchel as he walks to the dinner table.  He is dressed in new clothes and he looks washed.  May giggles and then she looks to June who shrugs.  Neither of them know what to think when they look at their new dad, they just bite their tongue as their mother flirts with him; they hold no voice to make any statements and so they pick up a fork and eat.

Mitchel knows the kids show some strain, however he too ignores them as he eats.  He is starved, however soon he discovers the meat is rare and as soon as blood dribbles onto the plate he almost grows a pale face. Mitchel glares at the blood and thinks of the murders he has committed -  he suddenly wishes to pray, however instead of clasping his hands he grits his teeth and fumes inside of his brain.  His spine tingles as Cary asks if the steak is too raw?

"It's still alive;"  tells Mitchel before he puts a hand over his mouth.  "It's bleeding and breathing -  how dare you serve this to me!"  he adds.

May giggles as June narrows her eyes -  their suspicions grow on the rise as they glare at a stranger who has only the appearance of their dad but not the spirit.  However they say nothing as their mother begins to chow down her near raw meal; they just stare and soon Michel leaves the table to throw up.


Mitchel lays back on the bed with ice on his brow.  He feels a little better despite hungry enough to eat a horse.  Mitchel glares at the paint on the ceiling and sees cracks and chips -  his opinion of Jones dampens as he sees the imperfections of the wall.

"I always thought he had some class;"  mutters Mitchel before Cary wanders inside of the room.

"I need sleep!"  tells Cary as she opens the blankets on the bed.  "Loads of it!"  she utters before she slips inside of the bed.

Mitchel smells the reek of garlic and meat and spews.

"Shower, shower!"  he gasps as he points to the shower.

"In the morning!"  tells Cary before she rolls her eyes to sleep.

Mitchel narrows his eyes and nudges Cary.

"Now!"  he urges.  "Now!"  he declares.

Cary ignores Mitchel and begins to snore.

"Get into the shower you lazy ox!"  gasps Mitchel before he allows one moment to drink up the kitchen smells.  "You stink!"  he adds.

Cary ignores Mitchel once again and Mitchel shrugs before leans over Cary as though interested in her features as he traces her neckline.  Cary moans as though in orgasm and she arches her neck a little.  Mitchel smiles as he thinks of running a knife over her throat, but he withdraws -  he doesn't want any more bloodshed!  Mitchel takes his fingers away and then he moves out of the room.

"I'm watching TV!"  he tells before he leaves.


On the couch Mitchel glares at the television and thinks how dull the shows are.  There are no good movies on the television just boring news which is odd and staged.  A creak on the floors warns Mitchel of an intruder and he turns his head to see June in linger.

June takes a seat and stares at Mitchel and Mitchel stares back.

"Why aren't you in bed?"  he asks.

"I can't sleep!"  gasps June as she smiles.

"Then read a book;"  tells Mitchel.

"I can't sleep;"  tells June.  "I think you are someone else;"  she adds.

"Me?"  asks Mitchel as he points to his chest.

"Yes you!"  tells June.  "We can be friends you and I, but just tell me are you our new dad?"  she asks.

Mitchel shrugs and then he smiles as he leans on a finger.  He thinks about the bullet shots he has triggered, he recalls the feeling of the gun and the panic, he can see it vividly inside of his mind -  two people fall and it is because of him.

"It's okay if you are!"  tells June.  "Just tell me if you are and we can be friends;"  she adds.

"I am your dad;"  tells Mitchel as he glares at June with care.

He no longer wishes to see the past, he only wishes to see the future, and she is part of his future.  He is going to be there to see her graduation, college, kids; whatever she does, whenever she turns around, he will be there watching her with her face stamped upon his breast.  She is going to be his child, the person he watches grow, his plant in the pot despite her not being from his seed.

"I am you dad;"  tells Mitchel once again spooked that he has made it as an imposter to a family.

June rolls her eyes and sulks.  She doesn't want to do anything but spit in Mitchel's face, but she bares her shame under her tongue and keeps her lips closed.  She doesn't want to do anything brash despite the fact that there are complains on the peak of her tongue.

"I hate this home!"  she then steams.

"Why do you hate it?"  asks Mitchel as he raises his brow.

June bites her tongue as a quiver races through her body.  She wants to hate Mitchel, she wants to hate her mother, she wants to hate the world!  June feels hate cause her eyes to swell up with tears and she sniffles.

"Damn you!" she mutters as her body vibrates with misery.  "That is what my father would have asked!"  she gasps before she stands and races back to her bedroom.

Mitchel shrugs and begins to watch television.  He looks at the news and calls it a bore; but what he is bored of is the home!  The next day he plans to use money he has found to buy art and chairs and decorate.

"That should make everyone comfortable;"  he mutters before he begins to bite on a nail.

New Romance With The Wife

Mitchel buys many fine new belongings with the money on found bank cards and with the cash stored in the family safe.  He buys mirrors, clocks, paintings, furniture, and soon the whole house is filled with a range of fine belongings.  Cary gushes at the fine items, however May and June linger as they think of how their old father would never have wasted money on expenditure.  

"Look at this table!"  gasps Cary as she runs her fingers over wood smooth and fine.  "Our old one used to splinter a little;"  she says as she glances at Mitches and smiles.  "You are being so nice to us;"  she sings.  "Why?"  she asks.

"No  reason;"  tells Mitchel as he glares at Cary.  "Just an out of season gift;"  he tells.  "I want to spoil the family this year;" 

"Did you get a raise at work?"  asks Cary as she raises her brows.

"No, not really;"  tells Mitchel.  "I could always afford these items;"  he confesses.  "I had the money all along;"

"I knew you did!"  tells Cary as she clasps her hands together.  "I knew you had a safe for a good reason!"  she adds.

"Yes;"  tells Mitchel happy to see Cary's joy on the tears that glisten on her cheeks.  "It holds all of my treasures;"  he adds as he thinks about the possibility of taking Cary out on a date.

"And my heart!"  tells Cary as she swoons over a rug on the floor.  "I am so happy!"  she adds before she wipes her face with her fingers.  "You have made me so happy!"  she tells.

"And I plan to make you more happy!"  tells Mitchel as he glares.  "Will you go out on a date with me?"  he asks.

"A date!"  gasps Cary as she places a hand on her heart.

"A date!"  rages June as she emerges from behind a door.  "You two are married!"  she tells.  "Why would you go on a date?  To be close to one another?"

"Yes;"  tells Mitchel as he feels a tightening in his chest.  "I would like to take your mother out on a date;"  he adds.

"My mother?"  gasps June as she grows a face of red.  "How about your wife!"  she steams.

"Calm down June your father is trying his best to do something special for us!"  tells Cary as she fells shimmer in her blood.

"He's an imposter!"  rages June as she begins to shake inside of her skin.  "Look at him!  He's different!"  she tells.  "He's someone else!"

"No June that is your father;"  tells Cary with all of the well-mannered patience her upbringing has allowed.

"He's someone else!"  claims June as she stamps her foot upon the floor.  "You both suck at being married!"  she steams.  "Get out you!"  she tells Mitchel who leans against a bench with ease.

"Go to your room;"  tells Mitchel in an easy tone.  "Go please June;"  he adds.

"Your voice!  My name!  Go away!"  cries June before she races down the hall.

Mitchel looks at Cary who stares at the black hall with concern.  She wants to fight June and her voice, however her screams leak inside of her ears and she tells herself to be cautious.  Cary looks at Mitchel and smiles a tight smile.

"Perhaps you should leave for a while;"  she mutters.  "Stay at your father's place for a week;"  she voices.

"Why Cary?"  asks Mitchel as he shrugs.  "I have just refurbished the house, why should I leave?"  he asks.

"All this change has shaken the girls;"  tells Cary as she begins to wish she hadn't felt happy.  "We need to get used to the change;"  she adds.

"Then get used to it;"  tells Mitchel as he shrugs.  "Get used to it, and me;"  he mutters.  "I am here to stay; I am your husband!"  

Cary wants to believe Mitchel as he tries his best to look at her with cherish, however deep in her heart she calls him a sham and she shrugs.  She doesn't want to like him when he is there to be hated and so she too stamps her foot.

"You seem like a whole new person;"  she tells.  "The girls would rather you the other way;"

"I can't go back;"  tells Mitchel as he sucks in a breath.  "I'm in too deep;"   he adds.  "I like the furniture too much;"

"Screw the furniture, it's only decoration!"  tells Cary as she grows venom inside of her blood until pins are felt upon her skin.  "Give us some space!"  she wars.  "Leave!"  

"No;"  tells Mitchel as he looks at Cary with care.   "I will not leave;"   he adds.  "I want to stay;"

"Then go to your room;"  tells Cary as she shrugs.  "Please;"  she adds as she blinks back the moisture inside of her eyes.

"You come with me;"  tells Mitchel as he crooks a finger.  "You and I will make magic together;"  he adds.

Cary wants to say no, but her smile returns and all she does is nods.  She follows Mitchel like a kid with a crush and inside of the bedroom they romance and become lovers.

 The Kids Fight Against Their Parents

Mitchel comes home from work which has been made of a long walk along the pier.  He wants to tell Cary that he no longer has a job, but she smiles at him too well and so he buttons up the truth that soon he will be broke.

May nudges June as  she sees Mitchel enter the house.  June looks over and sneers at Mitchel who looks like a poor man waiting to fall down.  

"You walked?"  asks June as she narrows her eyes.

"I always walk;"  tells Mitchel as he shrugs.

"To work;"  tells June as she raises her brows.  "But not to the city center, he drives there!"  she spits.  "He always drives there!  It's far away!"  she charges.  "He only walks to work because it's down the street!"  she adds.

Mitchel leans on his leg and wrinkles his nose.  

"You have a little bit of a mental disorder;"  he mutters in quiet scold.  "I wish for it to stop;"  he adds.

"I do not!"  quips June as she narrows her eyes.  "You're the imposter!"  she adds.

"You are;"  tells Mitchel before he shakes his head.  "You need to stop it, right now;"  he adds.

"Maybe we should back off;"  tells May as she sees the hilt of a gun tucked into Mitchel's belt.  "We may be rubbing the salt;"  she adds.

"I want to sting your eyes with it!"  charges June as she grow hot under her face. "You look like an imposter!  You spent money, you don't drive, you don't play golf, and you make too much noise in the bedroom!"  

"Noise is only love and elation;"  mutters Mitchel as he raises his brows.  "You're not supposed to notice;"  he adds.  "It's best your knock out your hearing from now on;" 

"Like there is a switch!"  tells June as she grows a rash.  "You are bothersome, you ask dumb questions, and you false romance like a germ!  You don't eat your meat raw like you used to, and you drink!"

"Drink is elation;"  tells Mitchel as he shrugs.  "I don't want to stop;"  he adds.  "And I don't like raw meat any longer;"  

"We used to get beaten for wanting cooked meat!"  tells May as she shrugs.  "Sorry dad, you don't seem to know your history;"  she adds.

Mitchel sucks on his thoughts as he thumbs a good answer.  He cant think of anything and so he walks away.  June looks to May and crosses her arms.

"This sucks;"  she mutters as she feel hot all over her blood.  "I am sick from hating that horrible man!"  she adds.  "I bet our real father is dead!"

Mitchel swallows his hate as June's words float to him as he stands rigid in the hallway.  He can't say anything, he can only swallow his breath as he feels a murmur of guilt inside of his chest.  He is an imposter, he has the red on his face and hands, he knows he is the imposter; but still being beaten down by kids makes him feel off.

"I hate them!"  he mutters as he vacancy floods through his ears.  "They think they are smart when they are not;"  he tells.  "They are horrible little beings.  I don't care for them at all;"  he adds before he strides down the hall to have a shower.

May looks at the telephone and then she looks to June who is so hate-filled there are tears inside her eyes.  May wants to call the cops, but she knows the house-rule -  no talking to anyone, not even cops.  May always thought it a good safety maneuver -  however now she feels caught in a trap; she wants to tells someone about he possibility that her father is a false, it seems important!  When June moves to grab a drink May sucks in her breath and picks up the phone.  She calls the police number and she waits, and then when the police person says hello she spills the beans on the possibility that her father is a fake person!

Cops Visit The House

June crosses her arms as Mitchel watches television.  She doesn't like Mitchel and she narrows her eyes as she sees him as a mortal enemy.  Mitchel is aware that June is crossing her brows, however he drinks his beer with ease and he erases the friction with laziness.  A soft breeze wafts through the window and blows around, however it does not erase the friction.

A knock on the door finally breaks the silence.  Mitchel walks to the door and opens.  His hairs stand on end as he sees cops.  

"Hello sir;"  greets one of the cops.  "How are you today?"

"Fine;" tells Mitchel as he breaks out in sweat under his shirt.  "And you?"

"Also fine;"  retorts the cop as they turn a page on their note-board.  "We are here to investigate a claim of false parent;"  tells the cop.  "Do you know who may have made the call?"

Mitchel turns his head to the couch and sees June as she narrows her eyes.  Mitchel groans inside of his chest and sighs.

"Well it could have been her;"  he mutters as he lets his finger point out the figure of a child on the couch.  "She's thirteen;"  he adds.

"That is fine;"  tells the cop before he takes out a stun-gun.  "It is our responsibility to take these reports to detention within twelve hours of a claim.  I must ask you to step to the side and not interfere with our work;"

Mitchel steps to the side as hairs become raised.  The two cops enter the house and circle around the couch.  

"Do you think your father is a false person?"  asks the cop.

"Yes I do!"  rages June as she begins to grow red in the face.  "He's not our father!"  she steams before a volt of electricity springs from the gun and hits her hard.  

June feels her brain sizzle as her body shakes from the voltage.  She can't even move as she spasms from the effects of the hit.  June is grabbed after the spasms subside and in a blur she is escorted out of the door.

"Where is she being escorted to?"  asks Mitchel as he narrows his eyes.

"To the detention center!"  cheers the other police person.  "We'll bring her back within two to three weeks!"  she chimes before she steps towards the car into which June is thrown.

Mitchel shakes his head -  he feels guilty for having had made June mad over his person; however he knows he has killed their father and so he closes the door and forgets about June.  

Inside May comes out of hiding and she looks at Mitchel with tears inside of her eyes.  She is scared for what she has seen and she grows upset until the tears run down her cheeks in big dollops.  

"I don't want to think you are not our father now;"  tells May before she runs down the hall and to her bedroom.

Mitchel sighs -  relief spasms down his spine and he feels release -  he will no longer need to argue with anyone in the household, the world is his, he will be fine.  Mitchel sits back on the couch and treats himself to a beer, however he doesn't enjoy its taste it seems too warm, too yeasty, too full-bodied.  Mitchel groans and throws the beer into a nearby pot-plant with a splash, he is not in the mood for drinks he will wait until dinner to eat.

However dinner remains raw on the kitchen bench as Cary dials one number after another.  She is trying to find out where June may have been taken to, and she is not getting off the phone until she discovers what has happened!  

Mitchel retires to the couch in order to take a nap -  however his eyes won't close; the sound of Cary's distorted sobs slap at him over and over again, and he suddenly realizes that he feels some guilt.

"She's just in detention Cary!  She'll be home soon!"  shouts Mitchel.

Cary sighs and puts down the phone.  She sniffles a little more and tries to cheer herself up with some drink.  However she can't take more then a sip!  Her nerves are in shock for holding an empty feeling inside of her womb which had carried June for ten months before she had been born.  Cary sobs once again, and this time she sounds in pain.  

Mitchel listens to the sobs and he shakes his head.

"She'll be home soon!"  he shouts, however the cries continue on and they don't stop until he finally falls asleep.

Suspicion Causes The Wife To Hate

Cary looks at Mitchel over and again.  She tries to feel comfortable over the way he looks, but she begins to suspect that he is someone else.  Cary flips through photos and albums to venture into her husbands past.  In-between some envelopes Cary finds the photo she wants -  two people -  her husband and a friend -  side by side as kids holding fishing inside of their hands.  Cary looks at the back of the photo and reads.

"With best mate Mitchel;"

Cary sees that her husband has written the message and she feels weak as she inspects the photograph.  She is trying to look for something that she might be able to use to distinguish one person from the other.  Mitchel has a more stocky build, and a deeper brow-line; however other then that they look like brothers.

"Mitchel is more stocky;"  tells Cary as she sighs.  "And he's different in bed;"  she adds.  "He doesn't like his food raw;"  she adventures.  "In fact, even when I first saw him at the door I was unsure;"  she confesses.  "I should throw him out of the house at once!"


Cary waits until Mitchel returns home, and then meets him at the door.

"I no longer want to live with you;"  she tells.

"What?"  asks Mitchel as he raises his brows.

"I need you to leave;"  tells Cary as she crosses her arms.

"But the house..."  mutters Mitchel as rubber fills his gums.

"I own the house;"  tells Cary as she shakes her head over the fact that Mitchel will never remember that her husbands first years worth of work brought the house.  "I brought the house with my family money;"  she lies.

"But this is our house;"  tells Mitchel as he tries to grab Cary's arms.

"Not anymore!"  steams Cary as she steps back.  "Leave please!"  she orders as she grows cross.

"But babe..."  whines Mitchel.

"Leave!"  orders Cary as she throws up her chin.

"I live here with you;"  tells Mitchel.

"Not any-more!  Now leave!"  warns Cary as she feels her arms reach to push Mitchel in the right direction.

Mitchel sighs as his feet stumble onto the cement porch and he looks at Cary in a guarded manner.  Mitchel wants to hit her, however he knows that he will not.  He tries to step forwards towards the entry of the house, however Cary pushes him out of the door once again.

"Never will you return!"  charges Cary before she closes and locks the door.

Mitchel sighs.  He doesn't know what to do and so he sits down on the porch and waits for an answer.


An answer comes with the aid of a cigarette which Mitchel smokes to keep his lips warm.  Mitchel sees the sky turn black and he rings the door-bell.  Cary opens the door and is hit down with a push that sends her sailing against the coat rack!

"That was smart to wait five hours for the door-bell to ring!"  tells Mitchel as he narrows his eyes and slams the door closed with his foot.  "Who did you think it was?"  he asks.

"The cops;'  tells Cary before she grabs an umbrella and tries to beat Mitchel with it.  "Get out!"  she screams.

However Mitchel grabs the umbrella and breaks it in half.  He narrows his eyes once again, and then he slaps Cary once, sharply, with the back of his hand.  Cary gasps and tries to scream however sobs break out and she crumbles.

"June is in a detention center!"  she mutters before she lets tears race down her cheeks.  "I don't want to know you, you are what is wrong!"  she blubbers.

"June called the cops and said the wrong thing;"  retorts Mitchel as he tries to approach Cary.  "She's going to return;"  he adds.  "Nothing is wrong;"

Cary sighs and she runs a hand down her face.

"I need you to leave;"  she mutters.  "You need to go;"  she says.

"I will later;"  tells Mitchel.  "When I need to go to work I will leave;"

Cary shrugs as Mitchel rubs her shoulder -  her skin turns warm, however her mind stays cold and frigid.

"I don't want you to touch me any more;"  she mutters.  "Not like that, not ever!"  she tells before she takes her steps to her room so that she can cry alone.

Truth Comes Out With Bankruptcy

Mitchel glares at the bills stacked upon the table.  He has cleared the bank of all money and has not a cent.  Cary looks to him with sore inside of her eyes.  She has shown him the collection of bills he has left alone and can't believe that he will not pay them.

"Why aren't you paying these?"  she asks.  "We have no water;"  she tells.

Mitchel shrugs as he narrows his eyes.  He is forced to strip his brave away and tell Cary a secret.

"I have no job;"  he declares.

"What?"  gasps Cary as she raises her brows.  "Why not?"  she asks.

Mitchel shrugs.

"They fired me for a better employee;"  tells Mitchel as he rolls his eyes.

"You work as an independent accountant;"  retorts Cary as she feels a lump inside of her throat.  "You are self-employed, you can't fire yourself;"  she adds.

Mitchel shrugs again as he feels a rash upon his chest.  He wants to scratch at the rash but he fears that it is rage and he begins to remember how two people fell after he had spat two bullets from his gun.  

"I'm sorry, I fired myself;"  tells Mitchel as he raises his brows.  

"Why?  Why would you do that?"  asks Cary as she feels her heartbeat pound.

"I can't do it anymore;"  tells Mitchel as he feels foolish, like a joker on stage.

"You said you were my husband;"  tells Cary as she feels her brain hit cement -  she has just been told that she is pregnant again, and she knows the loser in front of her is the father of it.  

"I'm sorry!"  gasps Mitchel before he picks up his feet and runs out of the house.

Cary races to the door and watches Mitchel as he runs.

"You said you were my husband!  Where is the real one?!"  gasps Cary as she watches the imposter race down the street and into the shadows.

Cary clutches at her chest as she feels her heartbeat pound!  She doesn't know what has happened but she knows she is in alarm.  She suspected that she had been looking at an imposter, but now all the truths have come together to make her know that he is a false!  Cary feels her heartbeat flutter as her eyes flutter!  She doesn't know what to think!  Cary picks up the phone and dials, and as soon as her mother picks up the phone she shrieks.

"My husband is missing!"  she declares.  "I let in an imposter!"

Mitchel gasps as he meets a dead end.  He sees his lone shadow on the brick wall ahead of him and grows afraid.  He doesn't know what to do, his head is a mess, all of his lies have come out as piss-puddle, he has sour on his breath!  Two bullets hit his brain, but they are only fragments of memory which echo inside of his head.  He had killed and made himself a new home -  now he was alone and he has no-one.  

"No one is going to find me!"  gasps Mitchel as he retreats into a wall crack.  "I am going to live alone now;"  he adds.  "Fun is over;"  he tells.  "Murders in the past;"  he mutters as chills hit his neck.

Mitchel knows he needs a scarf, however he just lifts up the collar of his jacket to keep his neck warm.

"Don't know what will happen, but the free ride with a spare family is over!"  he declares.  "Over;"  he mutters as he narrows his eyes.

Blood vessels pop and Mitchel remembers all the people he had murdered before he had made his escape -  he had murdered his girlfriend, her second boyfriend, a paper boy, a teenager, his best friend, and a stranger.  He had murdered to get revenge and to get away.  Mitchel feels sweat on his brows and he trembles under his skin;  he has been able to flee from every disaster, and now he was free to choose his next disaster.

"I need to hide!"  he gasps before he takes his steps away.  "I need to disappear;"  he adds.  "Never to return!"  he affirms as he traipses further and further away until he is able to forget about his yesterdays and look forward to a new tomorrow with the sun on his back and hot wires inside of his head which are filed with violent memories and blood.