Chapter 15: Am I Still Dreaming?

Usually in my life, what is dead, stays dead. Just like Newton's first law, an object at rest tends to stay at rest.

So, pray tell, why did the one object I actually want to stay at rest, ends up in motion?

And when I sat in that investigation room, with my hands wrapped around myself in that straightjacket and me not being able to go anywhere, I was all but surprised.

Well, not really since a part of me knew he was still alive.

But that same part of me also knew that I shot him in the head. And then blew the body to pieces.

The 'how' is just as important as the next question.

"Brain damage has got you good, hasn't it?" Alpha Q asked, smirking as he leaned on his forearms on the table, "Or was it the trauma?"

I glared at him as he talked.

"Maybe it was the torture," he gasped.

I smiled sinisterly, "Maybe it was the death."

Alpha Q fake-gasped, "Yes, that could be it."

I glared at him, clenching my jaw, "You're alive, how?"