Hunting the Fox
BANG!
That guy's brains were pretty scarred on the roof of our house, it was quite an image for an eleven-year-old to process. I ended up throwing up for about five minutes before I could think about what to do, but of course, I was just a kid and the only thing I thought I'd do was call my dad.
-DAD, DAD, WHERE ARE YOU? THE GUYS HERE IN THE APARTMENT, I MADE THEM KILL EACH OTHER, DAD, I'M SCARED DAD, WHERE ARE YOU?
-I need you to calm down and tell me where you are now?
-WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY DO YOU HAVE MY FATHER'S CELL PHONE?
-Boy, your dad's dead, shot in the chest, lost a lot of blood and ended up dying. Your father helped steal a lot of money, kid. We need you to tell us where you are so we can ask you a few questions... Hello?
My father was dead, and I didn't know what to do, what a child could do in this kind of situation? I had no mother and my only family was dead somewhere. I started crying, I don't know how long I cried, but when I looked outside through the apartment window it was already darkening. The bodies on the floor of the apartment were already starting to stink, that apartment was the only house I had, I couldn't go back to the orphanage, it was too far away, needed somewhere to go, but where?
Touch! Touch!
-Who's that?
BOOOOM!
- NATIONAL FORCE HANDS UP, HANDS UP, NOW.
I didn't know what was going on. Would they arrest me? But why would they arrest me? Is it because of the bodies on the floor? But these guys were the bad guys, they were the bad guys, not me, not my dad.
-It's all clear. You can come in, investigator.
A tall guy in a black suit who looked pretty expensive came in and sat in front of me, I didn't know who he was, but I could imagine he should be a very important guy dressing like that.
-Kid, I know you're confused right now, but I need you to answer a few questions, okay?
-WHO ARE YOU? WHY DID YOU BREAK INTO MY HOUSE? WHERE'S MY DAD?
SLAP!!!
- I'm the one asking the questions here, kid.
I don't know what they wanted. He kept hitting me continuously non-stop, even when I could no longer cry because my eyes wouldn't open, even when I couldn't even breathe normally anymore, they beat me and beat me.
A few hours later...
Listen, kid, this is only going to end after you tell me who was working with your dad. I need a name
*TREMBLE*
-I-I'm just... I d-don't k-know...
SLAP!!!
- Yes, yes, the same conversation again. I hope you understand that I don't believe you, kid.
*whisper*
- M-my father... He's dead. And you guys here... hitting me... I want you all to die.
-Did you say anything, kid?
---YOU ALL... DIE!---
At that moment I understood the power of the Voice, the power they wanted and that now only I possessed. All those men in my house, everyone who heard me, they started dying, just like I ordered. Jumping out the apartment window, shooting himself in the head, stabbing himself in the neck or banging his head against the wall until they shattered their skulls. It was a beautiful and terrible scene at the same time, the power of the Voice, my power. These people weren't going to help me, these people deserved to die. I didn't need anyone, I would take revenge on the men who killed my father one by one, no matter where they were, I would hunt them down one by one.
Eight years later...
Well, here we are again, and surely you right now you're probably wondering, "Hey, where's the damn green light?" Turns out I knew these National Force guys were going to break into the apartment that I've been hiding for some time, I knew they'd come and that's exactly what I wanted, because I got some questions for a certain investigator who's been hunting me since the incident of the death of twenty-five National Force agents eight years ago. His name is Barty, the very simple name. The guy's not a villain or anything, he's just a guy trying to do his job, I have no grudge against him being stalking me for so long, but still, there's one thing that only someone at his level could answer me, and that's exactly why I set this trap. These guys are smart, they're definitely using hearing devices that only allow them to communicate with each other. Of course, they think it's only possible to use Voice speaking directly, but they've forgotten that there are several other ways to use it. For example, finding out weeks before the operation who would be the agents who would be on the search, well, for me, and deploying a little command on your subconscious, like "Hey, when you see a green light you're going to take out the hearing devices you're using and obey me." Pretty cool, huh?
-Well, Mr. Toby, we finally got you as a boy. It took longer than expected.
- Well, I assume you've certainly learned to read lips, right? And that you must be Investigator Barty, considering this old-fashioned mustache. I guess you didn't expect me to know your name, did you? And that I knew the names of all the agents here, too. You know, detective, you're pretty smart, I gotta take over, but you know, I'm a lot more.
Technology is a magnificent thing you know, with a simple voice command recorded on a device it is possible to make several lights turn on at the same time, lights that I installed inside in basically the entire building weeks before the invasion. Just one word and...
-Alicia, turn on lights, please.
I have to assume this guy's pretty smart, but well, he didn't react in time. In a matter of seconds after the green lights were activated all the agents inside the building began to take out their hearing devices and obey what had been ordered to each of them a few weeks before, and they do not even remember this, even remember that I visited each of them as if it were an old friend and that I planted it in their minds.
-Well, point your guns at the investigator, if he makes any sudden moves, shoot him in the legs. Oh, and let me go, too, please.
Some guys let me go while others watched the investigator.
-You know, Detective Barty, I like you, really. I researched you, you're not corrupt, you have a woman who's pregnant with her second child, and a little girl who by the way I visited at daycare and even took her out for ice cream.
- YOU SON OF A BITCH, IF YOU DO ANYTHING TO MY FAMILY, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, UNDERSTAND? I'LL KILL YOU!
-Calm down, investigator, we don't want these guys to shoot, you know, sometimes my commands sound a little confusing to certain subconscious and they understand sudden movements like a simple blink of an eye. And I'm sure you still want to see your beautiful little girl Ellen, don't you?
-...
-So, can I call you Barty?
-NO!!!
-You know, Barty. You were the only agent I didn't put under my control, not because I couldn't, but because I believe you're going to do the right thing.
-WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
-We're still going to get there. Well, eight years ago, the biggest heist in the world, the one my father was involved in. I know that there were investigations there, and that they were all very well done, but that were never disclosed, as well as the amount stolen. I need you to answer me honestly, Barty. Who was the son of a bitch who killed my father?
-So this is what you've been looking for for so long, Toby?
-Yes. That's exactly what I'm talking about.
-I'm sorry, Toby. The truth is... We never found out who the bad guys were involved in that incident.
-... Yes, Barty. Looks like I'm going to have no choice but to force you to talk.
-You know, Toby, a few weeks ago, when I was at National Force headquarters, I heard a strange rumor that a guy in all-colored shorts, hoodies and sunglasses had walked into HQ, talked to a lot of people, walked into several rooms and then left normally. And that happened a short time after we found out your possible location, weird, isn't it?
-What do you mean by that?
-Don't you think it's strange that only ten men came in here? Even though the designated agents counted thirty?
WHAT'S GOING ON?
POW!
One shot! It came from outside, shit.
The shot hit my left arm, shit. That hurts too much.
*Bleeding*
-S-SHIT, YOU OLD BASTARD.
-GET IN NOW! EVERYBODY COME IN NOW! HE'S INJURED, HE WON'T BE ABLE TO USE HIS POWER IN A LARGE AREA RIGHT NOW.
*Bleeding*
-S-Shit, it looks like things got a little bit complicated.