#8 FLASH: Behind His Back (Continued)

*FLASH*



     Jack lit up the cigarette as soon as he walked out the door of the hospital. They stood under a overhang
which blocked them from the rain which poured down day in and day out and year around, "You still think
their the same person. "Don't you?"
     "We'll see after we get the tests done on him." He said as he headed into the rain. The water poured off
of his fedora like a gutter system.
     "Look, blood type will not distinguish whether he is the same or not."
     "What are you so worried about? If the blood samples are different, then he is not the same. But follow
me here, what if they were teh same. I will want to know for sure. All I know is that the attack on the party
last night was a definate attack by either the Dargan City Rapist, or Charley Wilks. I am not tryign to prove
anything, I just want difinitive proof. None of this plausable shit. I want unconditional proof."
     "It is convenient taht there have been no rape cases since his death."
     "That proves nothing, he went for two weeks last month without one single rape case that came
anywhere close to the Wilks or Rapist cases. Arn't you the least bit curiouse Max? Honestly, arn't you the
least bit curiouse to know  if these two are related?"
      "Alright, we go for teh gold."
      Jack walked past him, "If there even is a gold." He turned around and looked at his partner, "I want to
say fuck it too, and let bigons be bigons. Que sara, sara. But I can't. I if only I could just let this go, and
say, Yes, I got him, and end this shitty rain of terror. But I can't. Not now, not yet. Not as long as these
two are still the same. I am so  tired of hinting his fucker down. I want to go home. I want to lead that
normal life, if there is such a thing as that 'normal' life. I didn't ask to be insane, but you ahve to face the
music and say, 'I am what I am. Adn I can't change that. Instead of worrying about it, I might as well use it
to my advantage.'" he said and walked towards his partner again, "There is no such thign as a curse. There
are only blessings. And I have been blessed by being psychotic. The only psychotic in history to make it to
the FBI. Even if it was for just a week and a half. I can't remember, it was three months ago. I only
remember things that happened. I know I was a little bit hard on you, but like people say in their rumors, I
am insane. And yes my methods are unusual, but I didn't want to drag you down with me. Into this vile pit
of insanity. It wasn't you. I was tryign to protect you. But instead, made myself out to look liek an asshole
with an ego."
      "You won't drag me down. I trust you.