Help Wanted Part 3

He got up off the floor, picked up the pack of cigarettes, shook one out and lit it. After a long drag, he heard the faint sound of sirens. He exhaled slowly and strolled to the front door. He stopped momentarily, looked back at himself and thought,

“Should I wait to make sure they take him away or just leave?

Should I stay
Should I go

He smiled.

“I gotta find a jukebox joint with that song in it.” he said joyfully and walked away whistling an old tune from “The Clash”

————–Part 3 Begins—————-

The police and the medics arrived at the hotel, not knowing what to expect. The door was ajar. Upon entering the room, the cop noticed that the scene did not fit the call he received from dispatch.

There was a man laying on the floor, unconscious, with the barrel of a gun gripped in the palm of his hand. No signs of struggle in the room. On one side of his head, there seemed to be bruising. Like he might have struck himself with the gun. On the other side of his head, there seemed to be powder burns from a gunshot…..but no wound.

The man on the floor woke up….and freaked out.

He screamed swinging his arms. He suddenly stopped and grabbed his head, which began throbbing.

“You want to tell me what’s going on here?” the cop asked.

The man looked around confused. He saw the police and the medics but it didn’t fit to what had previous been going on.

“Where did I….umm….he go? Did he get away? He has to be stopped!”

“Whoa….slow down, sir. I will ask you to relax a bit and then ask again, what is going on here.”

He got up into the chair. Took a few deep breathes, and thought back to the events that transpired before they arrived. What was he supposed to tell them.

The truth
A white lie

Boom ring
Smitten smatter

For the first time in a long time, he made a decision. The consequences did not matter. It was time to stick to his guns….instead of relying on one.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
He told the cop as he looked him straight faced and in the eye.

“Try me.” was his reply.

So he did.

He recounted his struggle with addiction. His indecision between calling for help and shooting himself. And the escape of his mental alter who claimed to be his indecision.

“I have heard every person has a twin somewhere. Mine just broke free from between my ears.” was how he finished his story to the cop.

The cop made a head nod toward the medics and spoke.

“We are going to have to take you in for evaluation. For one you just admitted to wanting to kill yourself. Two….your story, although it makes for a good read, is not remotely possible. You can either come peacefully or these gentlemen will restrain you.”

Without hesitation, he made another decision. ” I’m too tired to argue. I will go with you. It is not a story. It’s true.”

“I’m sure it is.” the cop blandly replied as he cuffed him and lead the man towards the awaiting police cruiser.

After leaving the hotel room a free spirit, the alter roamed. No longer bound by the confines of an embattled mind, he needed time to enjoy it. But where does one go, when indecision is all it knows.

“Should I go toward downtown….or down by the water….no….maybe hit that street where all the bars are….no….how about to the park….”
He thought.

But couldn’t decide.

So he began to panic. And turned back towards the hotel. His brisk walk quickly turns to a trot, then to a run as he saw his host being lead out of the room and toward a police car.

The cop and the man reached the backing the police car. He opened the door and guided the man into the back seat. He shut the door and turned around.

“Hello sunshine. I have reconsidered my previous decision. I need him. You can’t just take him away.” he confidently stated to the quite stunned officer.

Before the officer could react to seeing the truth of the backseat passengers delirium being right in front of him, he was struck by a quick jab to the throat which had him gagging for breathe as he stumbled to the ground.

The alter unholstered the officers service revolver. Held it firmly in his hand, pointed at the cop and pulled the trigger.


“No ring needed, nancy boy. I’m back.”

The medics were exiting the hotel room as the shot was fired.

“HEY!” one shouted

The alter quickly turned and unloaded 4 more rounds from the pistol dropping both medics.


“Hmmm..No Indecision there. Maybe I’m on to something. Rage makes decision easy.”

He looked into the backseat of the cruiser and saw his host trying to kick out the opposite window.

He calmly reached out and pulled up on the back door handle and opened the door.

“I’m going to sound like a bad love song but….I can’t go on without you.” he said to his host with a smirk and pulled him by the cuffs and dragged him out of the car.

He stood him up beside the dead officer. Pointed the gun at him, and reached down to take the keys off the officers belt. He grabbed his host by the arm, spun him around and took the cuffs off.

They stood face to face.

“One way or another, a final decision is going to have to be made.” they both said in unison.

————To be Continued————–


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