The World of Paranoia

When I finally realized that I was alone with Sara again I went back to the truck. I sat there looking out when Sara asked so what are we going to do? I say I don't know what am I supposed to do with the knowledge that I am being watched all the time and that the only reason I am still alive is because my murders are entertaining to these people. Well why don't we go kill some people then so that they have their entertainment and while we do that we can also see what we can find about these watchers. Are you one of them Sara because how when I move around so often and always changing where I sleep they still seem to know what is happening? No I am not one of them I am your friend you can trust me because if I was one of them then I would have suggested you eat the food they left you and it is obvious now that they ment it as a gift. Okay I am sorry Sara for accusing you of being one of them. I turn they key and I start heading towards town but now it seems like absolutely everyone is out and about. So where should we go to appease them and their blood lust? Well there is the library where you can do your research and get a kill in. I stop by the general store to pick up a bite to eat and when I am being checked out I ask the cashier do you guys have a library? Oh you aren't from around here are you well if the library is what you are looking for then go up to the cross road and take a right and its about a half mile down on the right. I pay and say thank you. He replays have a nice day. as I step outside I look all around to see if I can see anyone watching us or anyone with cameras but no one is acting any diffrent its almost like while I stand here I am completely invisible to the world but soon this town will see me if I like it or not. I get back to the truck to find that the door is already opened and on the seat is a gun with another note. The note says this gun has one bullet in it if you ever wish to quite being watched this is your exit. We hope you enjoy your trip to the library with regards The Watchers. I put the gun in the glove box and get into the truck to take off towards the library. The whole trip to the library I keep looking everywhere to see if I am being followed or if anyone is staring at me but still no one is acting suspicious. When I pull into the parking lot I decide to park close to the entrance just encase I decide to give them a show. I get out and walk inside and as I enter the door someone walks past me saying something about this is useless over and over but what really got me was when I went to step past him he says my name before going back to saying this is useless. I go up to the clerk and ask where is your history section. She looks at me and says are you looking for town records or are you looking for something about the founding of the city. I say no I am looking for stuff about an obscure group of people she cuts me off and says we don't have a section like that, you were talking about secret societies right John well I hate to tell you but your in the wrong place for stuff like that. I started getting mad for some reason when she spoke my name and only got angrier as she kept talking until I could no longer stand it. I slam my hand on the desk and say don't you dear fuck with me lady you know who I am and what I am looking for so you tell your bosses that if they want a show then they better give me what I am fucking looking for until then I am going to sit in the corner not doing anything. We will not allow you to do that John you have to give us... I slam my fist again against the desk and say no this is not how it is going to work you either do as I said or you don't get a show. She started frowning which I caused me to realize that during all of this she was smiling even when I was banging her desk. John you listen here you are in no position to make threats because we can still get to Sara... When this woman spoke Sara's name something in me snapped and I grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on which was the land line she had on her desk. I jumped over the desk with the phone cord in my hands which I wrapped around her throat. I pulled the cord tighter and tighter to the point I was lifting her off of the ground. She started struggling instinctually while trying to get a breath and when I feel her starting to pass out I completely let the cord go slack. I say no I am not going to kill you until you tell me what I want to know. If you guys want to watch me doing stuff for you then the deal is every time I do this for you I get a piece of the puzzle. Do we have a deal if we do then have one of your watchers tell me. Once I got done yelling I see a young man no older then 15 years old walk up and say okay if those are the terms of the deal you want then I will agree to it just kill her already. I say no one more thing you guys also will forget that Sara existed her name will ever cross another one of your lips do I make my self clear. The boy says sure what ever we will give you info for entertainment and we will never threaten Sara again what ever just please kill her. I pull back on the cord of the phone again until the light in her eyes completely fades. I look up and the boy is still standing there. I drop the dead body and say there she is dead. The boy gasps and looks around before looking at the librarian and saying shakily d-did you kill her oh my god I have to call the police. I leap over the desk again tackling the kid and says I didn't kill her I was over there trying to figure out what happened. The boy looks at me still trying to get away from me but I wrap my hands around his skinny little neck and start putting pressure on it but I stop as soon as he goes unconscious. I stand up and head out to the truck and head back to the hotel room that I stayed at last night where on the inside I find a page from a book on my pillow. The page describes how these people started out as a bunch of old people who sat around all day just gossiping about anything and everything and that was how they got their enjoyment. At the bottom of the page it says page 8. I put the page in a folder that was left on the nightstand next to my bed.