Memories

C.19 Cutting loose ends

Kyle

"You could hear from here so it must of been close Cabrón" "Whatever you think sir." He stopped looking at me. He had on a nice and fancy suit, just like my father always wore to work. "Kyle, ¿verdad?" (Kyle right?) I looked at him in shock and just shook my head. "Why are you way over here? ¿A dónde se ha ido tu padre? (Where has your father gone off to?) "He.. They.." He picked me up and gave me a hug. "Sie haben gerade einen 10-jährigen Jungen zur Waise gemacht. Finde sie. Und seine Geschwister."(They just made a 10 year old boy an orphan. Find them.)

"Kyle you remember me don't you?" I just nodded looking at the house that I had no plans on going back into. "You're fine." He grabbed my hand walking back into the house. His body laid there covered in blood. "You're fine." I ran upstairs opening the bedroom door and grabbing the ring I knew was from their marriage and the watch my dad had always worn. Along with the necklace he never wore to work but always wore it around the house. Little did I know this is the last time I'd step foot in that house until years later.

I woke up breathing heavily and Druid looked at me with concern filled in his eyes. I was shaking hard. "Let's get you out of here for some air." I just nodded, grabbing my backpack and putting it on and walking off the plane. "We landed a little bit ago but you fell asleep." "Take me to the prison." "What." "I said take me to the prisoner goddammit." "Kyle with all respect I'm not taking you to that prison till we get your head right. Now keep walking. You're not yourself." I walked to the car and sat down letting my head fall against the window after I closed the door.

I looked at the ring on my finger. One day I would give it to my little brother or maybe even get married with it but rightnow it was just a reminder of old memories. I opened the door to Jack's house or mansion whatever you wanna call it. I started walking down the hall from memory as a little boy and opened my old room door and it looked the same. "I knew you'd be back in it one day."

"I don't know what to do Jack." I walked in the room further looking at the dresser and the collections I kept. "Oh yeah?" I turned to look at him. "What the fuck is happening to me? I'm having flashbacks and nightmares. I'm fucking heartbroken and somehow I'm feeling all these things I'm not supposed to. How do I call myself Kyle Martinez when I have no clue who I am anymore?"

"You just gotta get back to normal." I just nodded walking out of the room to the cells in the basement. "All of them made it?" "Yeah ignore the smell of death as you walk in" He pushed the door open and let me inside before closing it. "Sure isn't home but It'll have to do." I looked at the list of them before walking all the way down and looking into the cell I've been waiting to have a conversation with. I opened the door and Jack leaned against the door behind me after I walked in.

"You know what Jack, it does have a smell of death here." Jack just smiled instantly knowing what I was thinking. "I think you're right Kyle." "I looked at the person who was pressed against the wall looking like he wanted to pass out. "You're supposed to be dead." I just smiled at his comment. "Creo que es hora de que tengamos un amigo de chat muy esperado." (I think it's time we had a much-awaited conversation friend.) "Don't you think Jack?" "I do." We both looked at each other for a minute before having the same idea. "I sat down on the bed putting my feet up against the sink.

"Do you remember Francesco Romano?" I looked at Jack smiling before looking at the man looking back at me. "Seguro, ¿cómo podría olvidarlo?" (Sure how could I forget?) And then it clicked. "Let's play a game amigo." I put my feet down standing up and walking next to Jack again. "If you can run and find a way out of this house. I'll let you go. But if I find you." I paused for a minute. "Just hope I don't, I'll even give you a head start." I leaned against the wall in the cell again and he immediately looked at Jack. "What are you looking at me for run." And that's all it took for him to start sprinting out.

I walked out and looked around. "It looks different here." "It is. We did some remodeling of course." I walked over to the cell a few rows down. "All the same people?" "Most of them." "What about-" "Kyle?" I smiled seeing the familiar face. "What's happening Russo" "Same old." "You're running with this misfit again." I smiled looking at Jack before laughing. "I guess I am." "You're growing up hijo." "Yeah yeah." A loud bang echoed in the hallway. "I gotta run and take care of someone. Finish this shit up and I'll help you look for the little shit." "Sure."

We talked for a while catching up remembering me sneaking down here to talk to him. Jack would have never approved of me talking to one of his prisoners but he knew all the good secrets. After probably 20 minutes Jack came back. "Come on, let's find the little shit." "Nice talking to you again Russo." "Pleasure is all mine, senior Kyle."

"Come out, come out wherever you are." "You take left, I'll go right." We both walked off in opposite directions looking for this asshole. I pushed open the door to the extra rooms searching each one carefully and walking into the bathroom. "Ah. There you are, friend."I grabbed my phone and texted Jack. "Now let's have a nice little chat." I grabbed his arm pulling him along. And he started dragging his feet. And I stopped. "If you don't start using your legs I'll cut them off." I started walking again and he didn't fight this time. I pushed him to the main room and Jack sat down at a table with his feet up and talking to someone on the phone.

"Sit." I kicked his knee so he fell on them and Jack hung up the phone and came over to me. "I gotta take care of some stuff. Take care of this would you." He walked away, closing the door behind him. "Guess it's just you and me sunshine." I grabbed my knife out of my pocket and swung it open. "We'll start easy." 

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