Arrested

  I headed for another door in the smoky room according to my new memories, and exited in a spaced corridor. Then took the stairs at the end of corridor, and walked over to the front door.

  I looked through peep hole on the door, and saw two men and a lady, who were all dressed like fire fighters, with impatient looks on their faces. I unlocked the door and opened it wide enough for my head to pass through, "State you business here?" I asked casually.

  I knew they were here to do their job, but I wanted to tease them a little. Besides, it not everyday you see an NPC transmigrate to a players body. 

  The firemen all had shocked expression on their faces when I peeked out, and kept staring from my face to the contents of the file the lady in the crew held.

  Something was starting to feel off about the firemen. What were they doing with a file? and why were they staring at me like I had resurrected from the dead... actually I did.

"Mr. Kyle Donaldson, right?" The lady with the file asked with uncertainty.

"Since when did the fire service start gathering informations on a victim?" I asked curiously, according to my new knowledge of this world.

"I'm sorry, can we step in for a second?" The lady asked with a forced smile.

"Not with your suspicious body languages, and mind you... I'm skilled at Kung Fu" I said with a menacing tone.

"This is really important, and you would love to hear our proposal" the lady said, still with her forced smile.

She had just confirmed that they weren't firefighters... Maybe robbers.

  And without a second thought, I slammed the door shut and locked it quickly. Then ran upstairs and into a room, which according to my new memories, is 'my' late father's room, who was a business mogul, and always kept a pistol in his drawer for safety purposes.

  The room was large and luxurious looking, but I had no time to admire the room's interior design, because I just heard the sound of a door get knocked down.

  I drew open the first drawer in a study table, which was by the king sized bed in the room. And carefully grabbed the already loaded, black revolver pistol, and shakily pointed it to door which I had just come in from, with my index finger on the trigger.

  I had never seen, or heard of what was in my hands, and was just acting on my new memories to handle the pistol.

  I heard hurried footsteps approaching, and the door to the room I was in got kicked open, to reveal one of the men in firefighters uniform.

*Bang*

  I shot out of panic, and the pistol flipped off my hands due to the recoil. I didn't look to see if I got the shot, and quickly laid on my belly, and began crawling below the king sized bed in the room, where the pistol had slid into.

  I sighted the pistol, and stretched my arm to grab it, when my ankle got grabbed and pulled from behind, and I got flipped out from below the bed, and slammed on the opposite wall in room.

"Mr Kyle Donaldson, you are under arrest for the illegal possession and use of a firearm, and will be charged for the murder of Stephen Frazier. Anything you say or do from now on will be used against you in court. Now stay calm and raise your hands above your head, or I will shoot you!" I heard the voice of the lady from the crew saying.

  And when I looked up from where I got flipped, I saw the lady holding up a CIA badge, with a pistol in her other hand, which was pointed to me.

"Hey! That's not fair, why did you not mention you were a CIA, I'm sorry, I can explain..." I kept on screaming, as they cuffed my wrists behind my back, and dragged me out of the room.

  On our way out, I saw the firefighter guy who I had shot, sprawled on the floor with wide eyes, and a bloody bullet wound to the neck.

My heart instantly dropped, and my sight got blurred by the accumulating tears in my eyes.

  I never meant to kill him, and was only trying to defend myself. I had just made his wife a widow, and his kid's to be fatherless. Was this how I wanted to live my second chance of life?

  I had just killed a CIA agent, and according to my new knowledge and memories... I have just condemned myself.

*Sirens*

  As the two surviving CIA agents dragged me out of the house, there were already multiple police vehicles waiting to bundle me to hell. I looked around with tear filled eyes and a solemn look, and saw that all the estate neighbors were all peeping from their doors and windows, and gossiping to themselves.

  I also sighted someone who shook the emotions of the original Kyle, Claire. She had gray hair and gray eyes, a cute nose with an adorable oval face, and looked to be the same age as I and the original Kyle, seventeen.

.

  After Kyle's parents both passed away on the same week, he got so down that he couldn't cope with school again, and dropped out. He locked himself at home day in, day out, and would order whatever he needed electronically. He would spend his time doing what he loved the most, sketching, to keep his mind off the pains of the death of his parents.

  A family of four later moved into the estate, directly opposite to his house, and they had a pretty daughter, Claire, who was of his age. Kyle took a liking to the girl, and would always watch her from his window, whenever she stepped out of her house. 

  He would always sketch her looks for the day, and frame it on the walls of his room, but that was the best he could do. Because he was scared to step out of his house and approach her, so the girl never even knew he existed.