End of The Road

I started speaking to myself "What the hell are you saying, Ted? It's your son, he can't do all that's, I mean who can kill his mother? He is my lovely-perfect son… yeah who killed over than 120 people… do the Schizophrenia is hereditable?"

—My entire life, I always had two thought in my head like a second person whispered in my head, I didn't know the reason but it drove me crazy until, my wife Margot who was my girlfriend at that's time knew my secret and advised me to go to a psychotherapist that's she knew, and after a few session he individuated my issue as a psycho sickness called the Schizophrenia which means the personality-split. and with more than three years of treatment, I got to a point that I had to choose one of my characters, so I picked up the normal one because the second was a disaster and kind of evil; it caused me many loses in my life, so I abandoned it but it still has shown when I lose control on my feelings. It is like the Hulk story, except that I don't transform into a giant green monster, however, I could exploit all of my brain abilities and become a super-smart—

That's why my accent and my mood changed before; I lost my control, and my smart-self had begun to show, and I tried my best to stop it, but remembering all of my losses and the damages I had in a very short period, I decided to let it came back.

I was in a doubt at the choice I took it about Todd till I drowned Ted Pinkman, and replaced it with Josh Pinkman; who was my second version.

I didn't need the memory map or go to my mind kingdom since I was supernatural, I was confirmed, that's Todd was the criminal and the evil, but I wasn't angry at him anymore because he did what he did to prove himself and to play a game and that's wasn't so bad.

Looking to the other side I was burning because it was my turn to prove myself to him.

I stood up and went near the cell bars and called the guard "psss… I need waterman" he looked at me and didn't give a care.

I looked at his hand; there was a ring, and on his shoulder on the suit; there was a small white mark, perhaps milk. His nails were clipped by his mouth. The stress and fatigue signals were obvious on his face. He had a tattoo of the name "Janie" on his neck

—A 26 young and married man called Joni, had a daughter called Janie about a year and a half, he named her after his name, he loves her a lot, and he had a divorce with his wife who wanted to keep the baby, he didn't want to give up on his child, so he did his best to save her for himself.—

I told him "Joni-man you should give up" he looked at me weirdly.

I continued "give up on little Janie, you will never take her custody, no matter what you do"

He walked to me saying "how did you know about my girl?"

I answered "the most important is how to get her back to you because you never will"

He got angry and shouted at my face "Shut up! You can't know that!"

I laughed "Oh! Believe me, I know, and you know because reading the charter is part of being a cop" he didn't know what to say because he knew that I was right.

I whispered "I can do you a favor," he asked me "How?"

"As you know I'm a famous inspector who had many relations with many important people in the state," I said

He asked me "like whom?"

"Like mayors… Or captains in the army… Even judges" I said while looking at him, he kept silent for a moment and said, "What do you want?"

"Nothing big, come here a sec" I nodded for him to approach

In those moments while he was doing heavy steps coming to me, I changed my mind.

As he arrived I griped his nose and broke it, I gave him a strike and damaged his Vocal cords to stop him from screaming, one last hit on the chin to knock him down.

I took his keys and I opened the gate; knowing that I had four minutes or less before he woke up, I wore his clothes and got to the stairs.

I was ascending to the next floor and descending my head for the people there to don't recognize me.

It's was a hundred percent success, and I finally could go out, I felt like I was playing Hitman. It was 30 years since Josh Pinkman was a prisoner.

Saturday, September 7, 2020, it was 9:00 am, the streets were full of people and cars, I needed to go to the crime scene again because I was sure that Todd had left a clue to his next crime.

But before I started walking, an alarm released from the station; they knew about my escape, I started running, and running; I had the WALKIE-TALKIE of Joni, so I could hear them saying that I wasn't far.

Suddenly, a cop had seen me and begun following me; my personality had indeed changed but I stilled have a corp of a sick man suffering diabetes.

I entered a building with five cops or more were after me, I got tired, and I was hardly breathing, my heart was about to stop, finally I arrived on the fifth floor; the last one, and surrounded by destiny in front and walls behind me, I knew that if I got arrested, it meant the end for me.