The Character Of Thomas Shelby

As I drove to my therapist's office, Officer Swan pulled up beside me. "Asalam O Alaikum, sir! Seems like a lot of places in your car are empty. Mind if I just sit with you and go wherever you're going? I'm just curious about how every day you giggle in your car and almost crash at the very place I'm standing."

I opened the door for him, and he joined me in the car. "Yeah, why not, officer? Actually, I'm going to my therapist!"

Officer Swan settled in, looking a bit bored. "Therapist? I knew something was wrong with you."

I started the car, and we headed to the clinic. "Umm... hmm!" I hummed, trying to fill the silence.

Officer Swan looked at me expectantly. "So, got any music?"

I shook my head. "Umm... no, just acapella songs. I don't listen to music."

When we arrived at the clinic, I lay down on the bed, while Officer Swan sat on a bench, listening to Sofia explain my condition. He looked surprised and a bit ashamed.

"I think I owe you an apology, Mr. Bee," he said. "I shouldn't have judged you without knowing more about your situation."

Just then, a man entered with tea, and Officer Swan's eyes lit up. "Asalam O Alaikum, gentlemen! You look like the main character of that series... what was the name of the character? Umm... yeah, Thomas Shelby. What a series!"

My head began to spin, and I felt a sudden surge of aggression. I pulled out my revolver and pointed it at the two of them. "Where am I? Who are you? Tell me now!"

Officer Swan raised his hands, trying to calm me down. "Hey, hey! Calm down, we're on the same side! Just put the gun down!"

Sofia looked terrified, melting into her chair as I held the gun. I didn't trust anyone, and my stress levels were through the roof. I fired a shot into the ceiling, causing a commotion.

The patients outside didn't bat an eyelid, too engrossed in their newspapers to notice the drama unfolding inside.

Officer Swan managed to grab the gun from me and unload it. He then tied my hands with the rope from the removed light fixture. "Are you okay, Mr. Bee?" Sofia asked, still in panic.

Officer Swan chimed in, "Shouldn't it be me asking that question?"

As I sat there, tied up and helpless, I transformed into Thomas Shelby, the character from Peaky Blinders. "Who the f*ck is Mr. Bee? Who the hell are you guys, and tying my hands is the best you've got? My legs are still free."

Officer Swan played along, trying to win me over. "So, are my punches! You don't get up, and you're now going to tell us how you're feeling politely."

I was beyond consolation, consumed by my emotions. "How does a man who lost everything feel right now? Just let me die once, let me get rid of this f*cking society for me. Officer, do you think I liked killing those men I've done till now?"

Officer Swan whispered to Sofia, "I think he's totally in character right now. We're sitting with Thomas Shelby, not Mr. Bee."

I continued, fueled by my anger and frustration. "The answer is no! No, I didn't like it. The society forced me to become this. I didn't like it at all. I just wanted to stop feeling sad and take revenge."

Officer Swan was impressed by my transformation. "Wow, quick change of mood!"

Sofia nodded in agreement. "Yeah!"

As I stood up, gun in hand, Officer Swan tried to calm me down. "We understand your pain. We've been betrayed too. Listen to us, just..."

But I was beyond reason. I fired another shot, and Officer Swan managed to grab the gun from me.

As I sat back down, I suddenly snapped out of my trance-like state. "What?"

Officer Swan explained, "Because we shouldn't take revenge. That's how we should behave - avoiding the negative side of society and growing the positive side."

I looked at him, and for a moment, I felt a glimmer of hope. "Maybe you're right, officer. Oh God, I think I should change my life now."

Officer Swan smiled, encouraging me. "Yes, you can! Not like us, better than us all. You can just take the positive side, be with good men, and avoid the bad ones."

As I sat in silence, Officer Swan broke the ice. "Tell me, Mr. Bee, if both Billy Kimber and Aberama Gold were standing near you as your enemies, who would you kill first?"

I rubbed my head, trying to shake off the lingering effects of my transformation. "Ah, what? I am Mr. Bee!"

Officer Swan's expression turned serious. "Oh, damn! He was just about to be a better person!"

Sofia looked crestfallen, like a drama serial had ended without a happy ending. "What? Oh yeah, I think I know what you're talking about!"

Officer Swan helped me up, giving me a shoulder to lean on. "Yeah, just stand up and come with me. Maybe you'll get a power stone in your life."

I smiled wryly. "Yeah, more than one, I'll prefer."

As we left the clinic, Officer Swan paid for the damages, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The cool evening air hit me like a slap in the face, snapping me out of my daze.

"Time to sleep," I thought to myself as I lay in bed, my mind still reeling from the events of the day. I drifted off, my dreams filled with fragmented images of Thomas Shelby and Bumblebee.

The next morning, I woke up feeling more like myself. The memories of the previous day's events were still fresh in my mind, but I was determined to move forward. As I got out of bed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. For a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of Thomas Shelby's intensity in my eyes ¹.

I shook my head, chuckling. "You're losing it, Mr. Bee."

With a newfound sense of purpose, I began to plan my day. I would start by visiting Sofia again, hoping to understand more about my condition and how to control it. As I walked out the door, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for me.

Officer Swan's words echoed in my mind, "You can be a better person, Mr. Bee. Just take the positive side, be with good men, and avoid the bad ones." I hoped he was right.