– John Morly, thirty -two years old, idle, works as a manager in Consulting Service. He did not violate the laws, ”the detective of O’Hara monotonously read and threw the folder on the table.
– John Morly … just like a writer? – asked the investigator Kavalski, sitting opposite the suspect.
John grinned, and then laughed:
– Yes.
– On the eighteenth of October nine in the evening you, Mr. Morley, were detained by the police at the place of the murder of your boss Clara Olsen. During the detention, you opened fire on the police with the help of this beretta – Kavalski put a bag with a gun on the table and continued:
– How can you comment on it?
“I shoot very poorly,” John quipped.
O’Hara became furious: his eyes were filled with blood, he hit the table and shouted right into the face of the suspect:
– Speak right, nits! Why did you kill Clara Olsen?
Morley did not react in any way.
“Calm, Michael, everything is in order,” Kavalski pushed his partner aside. – Indeed, you haven’t got into anyone. The operatives even had the opinion that they deliberately shot past?
“Perhaps, in any case, this did not prevent them from decorating my physiognomy,” John smiled broadly – several teeth were not enough. In general, his appearance was miserable: his nose was broken, his left eyebrow was sewn, and the right half of the cheek adorned the trace of the sole. This harmonious composition was completed by a bandaged left hand and swimming eyes. It is not surprising that Morley experienced unbearable pain, but, despite this, he sat proudly, with his straight back, and in general kept himself quite confidently and calmly. A real person with iron nerves or at least tried to be.
– What did you do there? – Kavalski asked directly.
“I got rid of parasites,” John answered indifferently.
– parasites? Parasites!? Yes, I will drop you now! – O’Hara waved his fist, but Kavalski caught him in time.
– What prevented, detective? One fingal less, one more, ”John fingered.
“Not supposed,” Kavalski answered and released his partner’s hand.
Morley smiled, O’Hara was even more furious.
– You know, I will say only if this Michael is from here! He has too vile ears. Otherwise, I will not say anything else! – announced ultimatum John.
– Well, that’s it! You ran into! – O’Hara wound up at the end.
– Set aside, Michael. You heard him, go!
– But…
– Look! – Kavalski pointed to the door.
O’Hara gritted his teeth and reluctantly came out.
– So, Mr. Morley, tell me what you were doing at the crime scene, why they shot at the police? Your version?
– I say, pressed parasites.
– What kind of parasites?
“Their …” John will answer uncertainly and looked in the mirror.
– Whom? – irritation appeared in the voice of Kavalski.
– Their … – Morley lowered his head. – I screwed up, detective, seriously screwed up. My days are numbered. I can tell the truth, but no one needs it. They just won’t want to hear her, and if they hear, they will not believe. They will take care of this, believe me. I tried, tried many times, the result is the same – death. You will not be an exception, ”John looked into the eyes of Kavalski: they did not express emotions, only cold professionalism.
– Nothing, I’m not afraid. You can speak, – I decided to play along with Kavalski. He felt that something was wrong with the suspect. Perhaps the next drug addict, or maybe just crazy?
John answered with a small tremor in his voice:
– Good, but know, I warned.
– What are they?
– Social parasites, crooked, nasty, elves in one word ..
– Elves? – Kavalski raised an eyebrow perplexedly. “Definitely crazy,” he thought.
– Elves – I call them that. They all have one distinctive feature – ugly crooked ears. Just like your partner. He is one of them, so he is furious, shows his true face, because he knows that I am hunting for them! Or rather, he led, – John demonstratively raised his right hand chained to the table.
– Michael, of course, is not a handsome man, and far from the most pleasant person, but not a freak. And angry only because Clara was a fucker, like him. And the eels take care of each other.
Morley started:
– Elush? Ha! They are all the eels … These shut -off elves … where do not look, everywhere items! You just think – they are a minority, how many of them? Two to three million on the whole planet, but where do not spit, everywhere there are only trees! In education, medicine, art, economics, government and science – some fucking crooked fuckers! Even your damn partner is one of them!
“A simple accident,” the detective.
– Accident? Detective, you’re a smart person! Must understand that it is simply impossible to statistically! These damn elves penetrated into all spheres, at all levels! And only with one purpose – to squeeze humanity from the world!
– And why do they need this? – without emotion asked Kavalski. He already decided for himself that he was talking with a racer -shisophrenic racist, who only needs to play along with a little, and he himself will split.
– They are not! Literally and figuratively. I don’t know where the aliens may come from? Or energy vampires? Maybe some other branch of mankind? What the hell is the difference!? There is only one thing important – they are nonhumans! They have inhuman physiology, their favorite dish – negative energy, destruction, information abomination, slag of modern sociocultural life. Their meaning is one – to crap! And only shit! To us people in the soul. That is why we, all of humanity, live so badly. Only because of them! Elves are to blame for everything! And only they!
– Good position: to blame others without noticing your misconduct. As they say, you should not look for evil intent where ordinary human stupidity is to blame.
– This thought was launched into your head by their philosophers, like everyone else. Modern civilized pseudo -modulus has only one goal – to fragment humanity and protect them. We are all slave cattle of elves, nothing more. And the saddest thing is not a single century lasts, and perhaps even a millennium!
– Well, let’s say, so, and how did you learn about the elves? – Kavalski asked bored.
Morley sighed heavily, gathering his thoughts. It was hard for him to talk about the past:
– For the first time I learned about the existence of elves even when I was small. I was resting in a children’s camp with my sister. I was then nine years old, and my sister is twelve. Once during the end we were hungry and decided to secretly go to the kitchen, whistle something tasty. I remember how now: we found a huge stick of sausage, broke in half and began to eat, ”John smiled, and after a moment horror appeared on his face. – the cook burst into the kitchen and pounced on us. I threw me against the closet, after which I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I saw this creature with vile crooked ears torturing my sister! – A tear passed along John’s cheek. – This fat carcass fell on it. The sister screamed terribly. Her scream … I will never forget him! Scream made me get together with strength. I pulled the Myasnitsky knife out of the cutting board and attacked the cook, hit him on the head with all his strength. The knife stuck, the cook fell. I froze, as if stunned, it seemed that it was all over. But then the cook got up, pulled a knife out of his head. Blood sprinkled at me. Then he swung, a vile sob was heard … My sister was gone … – John turned pale, his voice trembled a lot. – After that, the cook took up me. I ran back, throwing it in it with everything that came across arm. It just angered a bastard. Then a jar of vinegar hit me in my hands, I squeezed it right into his eyes. I thought to blind and try to run away. But instead, his face caught fire. The cook yelled. Neither people nor animals can yell like that. I sprayed another vinegar, my face caught fire. I poured the whole jar. The whole cook flashed with a blue flame, and this is not an epithet, it really caught fire with a blue flame! And then crumbled, turned into a handful of gray ash. Even clothes turned into ashes! So I first killed the elf. After some time the police came, there was a consequence. Nobody believed me. Years passed, and I tried to forget about it, I inspired myself that all this had been dreamed of. And his sister killed a maniac who simply disappeared without a trace.
“I sympathize with your loss,” Kavalski said sincerely, and then again became colder:
– What happened next?
– The elves happened, what else? Every year I noticed that something is wrong with the world and society. I did not understand for a long time what exactly. But, in the end, I realized – crooked ears! Absolutely everywhere in power stood crookedly, the same as a cook. Once I purely drove one of them in coffee a little acetic acid. This creature took a sip and how it screeches! Just like a cook! – a sadistic grin appeared on John’s face. – Then this elf grabbed the throat, and real smoke went from his ears! The case ended in that he fell dead. The entire esophagus with guts burned out. Of course there was a new consequence. As we were later informed: "Someone poured the poor tsarist vodka into a glass". Royal vodka, yes, of course, – Morley ironically twisted his head.
– As I understand it, you have not stopped at this amateur of invigorating drinks?
John grinned:
– Still! After that I was transmitted! I realized what deep hole humanity was driven into! But since the elves are ubiquitous, it was necessary to carefully consider the next step. First of all, I went into a rocking chair and took up a hand -to -hand combat, more or less brought myself into shape. In parallel, he planned what to do next: catch the tongue and make him speak. For this purpose, I found one economist-elf. Studied his habits and daily route. Then he prepared a great trap: he waited for the evening when he, as usual, walked alone through the park. He crept closer to him and called out. The elf turned, and I was bamz to him! With all the dope bat in the face! Further, according to the plan, I wanted to cram it into the trunk and take it to his warehouse -container to interrogate, but as always everything went wrong … – Morley got up and raised his shirt, under which deep scars were hidden on his left side.
“Walh to you,” Kavalski was surprised and carefully examined the wound. – It looks like a trail from some exotic knife with four blades.
John tucked a shirt and sat in place:
– The blades, ha! Claws, detective! The real claws!
Kavalski raised an eyebrow, the ravings of the psycho intrigued him:
– What happened?
– Yes, this eared rat came up immediately! I’m saying that you are! As I rattled me with my clawed hand, I almost lost my mind almost from shock. Then the scum grabbed my throat. Fortunately, I had a syringe with acetic acid in my pocket. I managed to push him into the throat of this cadet with all my strength. And so it would be a little bit and that’s all – there is no me! But he certainly drove off with a syringe … The effect was enchanting! The creature instantly flared like a ball with methane in a microwave. He managed to cover his face well with his hand, otherwise Freddie Kruger faded, and so escaped only with scars, and spoiled pants … Oh, how green I was then … – John smiled nostalgically.
“Direct Nosferatu, not an economist,” Kavalski remarked ironically.
-Yes, Nosferatu Vossseni compared to the elves and even more so with elves-economists! This murder has become a military baptism for me. Already the next victim is a doctor, I managed to catch without problems.
– How they acted?
– Yes, the same: he was stubborn in a dark lane, only instead of Bita he hit an ax. Such blows do not kill them, but for a while they are deprived of consciousness. At the same time cut his arms and legs so that the doctor did not grow scolded. So that he does not bleed with blood, he still pulled the limbs with a tourniquet. I have not forgotten about traces of blood – I just sprayed vinegar, they burned. Then he took the nits to the warehouse. He cut the camera, brought the elf to his senses and began to torture, slowly dripping on wounds with acetic acid. It did not merge, held to the last until he burned. After he tortured many others, everyone was silent. Worse than partisans – these rats. Yes it was, in principle, and not particularly important. The main thing is that I have evidence – a video where the pseudo -person who fires from simple vinegar! And also picked up samples of fabric and blood to show scientists to show.
– Showed?
– And then! It’s https://temple-nile.co.uk/ a pity, for scientists it ended deplorable … The elves reached them, killed everyone – Morley’s face changed again and became sad. – Most of all I feel sorry for my friend – chemical. I gave him blood for chemical analysis. He let it water with different reagents, in the end he determined that in it some, damn it, how, well, it is … – Morley thought, – Damn, forgot the name of the compound, in general, some substance contains, which, when contacting with acids, causes the strongest exothermic chain reactions, which the elves burn so well. For a chemist, this was a real discovery, but in stupidity, he blushed about this to his colleagues and on the Internet, so they came to him … Sorry for the guy, he was a good person, – John sighed heavily.
– And what happened to the video recording?
– With a record … everything is not so simple with her. At first, I tried to post on the Internet, pre -played up so that they would not be calculated by IP. But it was useless, the video instantly deleted from all resources. Then I went to a desperate step: the local television penetrated and replaced the news recording. And what do you think happened when they started showing a video?
Kavalski shrugged.
– Cult an electricity in the whole city!
– Wow, these elves! – sarcastically reacted Kavalski.
– Yes, in general freaks! Three days because of them the city was in darkness. The video disappeared from the studio, and the hosts died after mysterious circumstances.
– You are about Ernest Fuagore and Sofia Auren?
– Yes, they died in a car accident planned by somnivot.
– Here are the elves bastards! I liked them, ”said Kavalski with resentment, ate restraining a smile.
Morley nodded his head:
– In general, the undertaking with the spread of information about the elves failed. To everyone to whom I talked about them are dead. I lasted so long only thanks to my natural secrecy and luck. I knew that this was a matter of time when they caught me, but before that I decided to take as many of these rats as possible with me.
– How many were killed?
– A lot, several dozen, maybe thirty pieces, never counted. Eh, and in thoughts could not imagine that the murders would become a routine part of my life. Although what kind of life is it? Every day wake up and fall asleep with the same thoughts – they are everywhere and they have already won, – Morley lowered his head.
“It’s hard,” Kavalski sympathized with the.
– More! But people get used to everything, and I’m used to it: in the afternoon a simple clerk, in the evening a hunter for parasites. Although, I don’t know, maybe I liked to hunt – to cleanse the world from eared scum. If you think about it, then I approached this matter quite creatively – I came up with several hundreds of ways to kill some ways.
– For example? That’s how you would advise me to kill the elf, if you suddenly need? – Kavalski joked, but Morli took the question seriously.
– it is best to use balloons filled with acetic acid – a very effective solution.
– Balls? Hmm, ”Kavalski shook his head, he did not cease to be surprised at Morley’s deep insanity:
– How did you think of this?
– Accidentally. Here I was on Brighten Beach. The Russians on that day celebrated some kind of holiday, doused each other, but they rushed with balls of water. So I took one of these balls and filled with vinegar. I climbed onto the roof of a five -story building and began to wait for the appearance of one trap. Then he threw the ball at his head. Boom! And he instantly went to the Elven Hell! Or there was still a beautiful murder when he pushed one professor of philology with the embankment directly into the rubber boat, also filled with vinegar. It was spectacular! It’s a pity the boat burned with him.
– Yes, quite original. But let’s finally go to Clara Olsen. What happened that night?
“Clara Olsen, Clara Olsen …” Morli fell silent for a while, gathering his thoughts:
-Detective, you someday made mistakes? Caught innocent?
“Everything happened,” Kavalski honestly admitted.
– Anything happened, hmm … and it happened that you shot or even killed at them?
The question was angry with Kavalski:
– Why are you pushing?
– To the fact that everyone makes mistakes. Especially in war, – Morley looked away.
– You consider yourself a soldier?
– And who else? Understand, there is a war that we, humanity, lost! And in the war without casualties.
– So Clara has become a victim of your mistake?
– Partly, everything is not so simple. There are moments in life, fateful moments on which everything depends. Clara has become such a moment. Real Fatum ..
Kavalski interrupted Morley’s speech, hitting the table:
– Stop catching sappress! We have not a third -rate noir detective here here! Speak clearly what happened!
– Fine. It all started two weeks ago. A new boss appeared in our department – Clara Olsen. A real bitch-Caryist. The team immediately hated it, and I especially.
– Give me guess – ears?
– Ears! Finey crooked ears! It seemed a typical elf, but ..
– But? – Kavalski said sharply.
– There was something wrong with her, something uncharacteristic. It’s a pity, she didn’t immediately figure it out, everything would be different ..
– What it was?
– Not so fast, detective! The sequence of the narrative should not be violated.
Kavalski sighed angrily. Morley continued:
– In general, I did not listen to intuition and decided to eliminate Clara. Acting according to the worked out scheme, he seduced it in a deserted place. Hit with an ax and flooded the body with vinegar. And … – Morley withstood a dramatic pause, and then betrayed with expression:
– Nothing!
“The body did not burn,” stated Kavalski.
– Not burned! It was incomprehensible to the mind! For a moment I caught my breath, I did not know what to do. Then he pulled himself together and examined the corpse, it turned out that the ears were invoices made of silicone. Clara was a man! And moreover, masterfully organized a trap! There was a howl of sirens immediately. I had a departure plan, but he did not take into account such a turn of events. Still better than nothing, and pulled into the street. There were old abandoned warehouses. On one of them I wanted to hide and wait out the raid. But I was not lucky: your colleagues noticed me and began to pursue me. Then he took out to Beretta and began to shoot back, they opened a response fire. Crap! Due to these fucking police helmets, their ears were not visible. And I could not risk the lives of innocent people. I had to shoot past to win and move on. But I was not lucky, someone wounded me in the hand. Another bullet whistled right above the ear. There was no choice left: I threw a gun, shouted that I was giving up, and went out with my hands raised. Well, then there was a small session of cosmetic surgery, – John smiled broadly.
– So you are confessing to the murder of Clara?
– Yes. I opened all the cards, now do what they should.
“I’ll go out for a while,” said Kavalski.
A few minutes later the detective of Kavalski and his partner returned.
– And this creature is why here? We agreed? – Morley was surprised.
Kavalski said nothing. O’Hara sat opposite the suspect and answered sarcastically:
“This creature wants to show something,” O’Hara put the tablet on the table, turned it on and began to comment on the photos:
– Robert Melony, Elush, deadly knife wound. A high concentration of acetic acid was found in the blood. Most likely, the acid was introduced using a syringe, as evidenced by the trace of the needle on the neck, – the detective turned over the slide. -Margarita O’Brain, Elusha, Hypsy-brain injury, obtained as a result of the fall of brick to the head from a great height. On the face, traces of burns left by concentrated acetic acid. The following photo: Enrico Darlog, Elush, limbs were cut, presumably with an ax. Traces of acid burns in the wounds ..
Morley was speechless. O’Hara continued everything and continued to show photos. It seemed to them there was no end. Kavalski, meanwhile, stood aloof, silently watching the reaction of the suspect.
– No! This cannot be! -John’s voice was trembling, it was hard for him to speak because of a lump in his throat.
O’Hara ignored him and mercilessly leafed through him further:
– Hansels Morgan, Elush, bloodless. Presumably the blood was pumped out ..
Morley shouted:
– Enough!
O’Hara did not pay attention:
– was pumped out using medical equipment. In the intestinal-yellow tract, burns from acetic acid were found ..
– Enough! I said enough! – shouted Morley. O’Hara remained adamant.
– Conclusion: During the collection of blood, the victim was beaten by concentrated acetic acid. The next murder ..
– Shut up! Put off! You … you are a vile elven scum! You and your family! Bastards, nits, nonhumans, elves!
O’Hara calmly laid the tablet.
-Something is wrong? He asked.
– Yes, no, everything is so! You once again confirmed what kind of elves scum! Nittle nits! I would have buried you all! – Having pronounced this, John shook with anger, then he turned to Kavalski with a statement:
– Detective, these photos … Fake!
“No, they are real,” said Kavalski, “we have been discovering such bodies for many years.
– I’m not in this sense, detective!
– Hm? – Kavalski became interested.
– These photos are a fake for my killings! Stylization! Masterly executed. Look at them! – John pointed to the tablet. – Yes, what it is, to hell, Elushi!? People are real people!
– They are Elushi. This is the only connection between the victims, – Kavalski answered.
– And also Elushi – people! The racists are bad! – the local representative Elush fascinated, to which Kavalski smiled barely noticeably with a slice of malice, and John looked at O’Hara, like a shit.
– But what about the ears? The victims in the photo are normal! And not like this, I don’t even know how to call you, ”Morley nodded towards O’hara. What he instantly angered angrily:
– And all the Irish are red? What kind of stereotypes?
– A miserable excuse! We know very well that you, the elves, have set up these killings! Put ordinary people with spruce! In the photo people and only people!
– You are crazy, Morley! Admit it, you killed them! – Poking a finger at the suspect O’Hara.
– No! I see them for the first time! – denied John.
– You yourself said that you killed, and then watered corpses with vinegar! – continued the onslaught of O’Hara.
– Yes, killed, but only elves! There are no corpses from my killings, unlike your! This is all stylization! Moreover, the places of murders are completely different! It is not surprising how they could learn about it? No way! Oh, you are freaks! So many people were destroyed, for which? To hang everything on me? It’s just incomprehensible to the mind! – with anger Morley hit the table.
– You carry some nonsense! Think about how to crank? Stylize the murders for a killer who cannot be found because there are no corpses? You rave! – argued O’Hara.
– You could! You have endless resources and endless lack of morality! You are capable of everything!
– Yes? What will you say about this video that we found at your home? – Kavalski turned on the video.
On the record, it was clear how a man in a mask went to the chair, to which the battered man was chained.
– Well, you will say? – said the man in a mask.
– About what? I don’t know anything! Who are you? What do you want? – the man shouted scared.
“You don’t need to scream, no one will hear you,” the man in the mask took the knife and cut the cheek to the prisoner. The man yelled:
– A -A -A -A! For what? I did nothing!
– I did it how. You will speak?
– I don’t know anything! What do you want?
– Speak!
– You are about my wife? Yes, I cheated on her, but it was only once!
– No, I’m not talking about that! – A man in a mask hit a man in the face.
The captive began to beg:
– Do not beat me! Please let go! I have money, I will give everything!
– Speak! – menacingly demanded a man in a mask.
– What? I don’t know anything! – The man sobbed.
A man in a mask took a glass two -liter jar with a transparent liquid and poured its contents on the captive’s face, saying:
– Gori creature! Gori!
The man screamed in pain – there was acid in the bottle, perhaps vinegar. She terribly pinched her face, it was especially painful at the site of the cut. Then the man in a mask took an ax and began to chop the limbs to the victim. Kavalski was unpleasant to look at it, O’Hara did not express emotions, and Morley was seized by real horror.
– Turn off! It’s a fake copy! John shouted.
-If the whole fake, then at least something real in this world? – O’Hara fished.
John could not stand it: he jumped up from his chair, trying to step over the table on O’Hara. He instantly reacted, pulling to a safe distance, where Morley could not get out of handcuffs. Then the suspect with anger threw the tablet in his direction, but the investigator managed to dodge.
John sprayed saliva:
– Creature! He shouted.
– Subsonok! You will have a new tablet, ”O’Hara teased, raising a broken device.
– John, calm down and sit back. We have not finished yet, ”Kavalski demanded respectfully,“ Michael, you also hold yourself in your hands!
John obeyed, sat back on a chair. O’Hara remained opposite the suspect.
– Detective, they had my video! That which was posted on the Internet. They downloaded him and … re -re -repeated, repeated one to one. Only I killed the elf, and they are a man! This is some kind of horror! I just can’t believe it, – tears came from John’s eyes.
“You are telling the truth …” said Kavalski.
– What?! – his partner was indignant.
– Don’t interrupt, Michael. You tell the truth, John. I can recognize liars, and you are not one of them. The whole interrogation you were sincere. You really believe in what you say ..
John breathed his breath, did Kavalsky believed him?
“However,” continued Kavalski, “these killings have committed.
– I? – John fell into a state of affect. – I am a good? – Morley’s thoughts were confused, he was breathing heavily, and in his eyes it gradually darkened.
“Yes, John.”. As a child, you received a terrible injury. Before your eyes, they raped and then killed sister. The criminal – was a fucker, you remember this well, as the form of his ears characteristic of this nationality. The cooks never caught. All this is in your business, ”Kavalski pointed to the folder that lay on the table. – The injury was deeply populated in your head. You have fenced from her with a mental barrier. But the load always stayed with you. And every year he accumulated and increased more and more due to life difficulties, failures and defeats. So it went until something significant, very terrible and heavy. This event was destroyed by the barrier, heavy memories surrendered on you, which gave rise to elves, as the focus of all evil, all the difficulties and problems of this world. The murder of the elves has become your outlet, a way to overcome mental trauma. You did not even fully understand what you did. John, understand, you are very sick! Mentally not healthy. And you need help.
“No, it cannot be, but …” John muttered, “then where did Michael come from? Simple coincidence?
– Everything is very simple, you are crazy! From the very beginning I took up the investigation of the murders of my fellow tribesmen! – answered O’Hara with anger.
– No, this cannot be! I’m not crazy! – Morley continued to deny.
– You are a smart person, John. Think for yourself, what else can the elves be? Moreover, burning from acetic acid? This is anti -reference! – argued Kavalski.
– No, this is possible! Chain exothermic reactions, my chemical friend explained to me ..
“This is a set of scientific words, nothing more,” Kavalski convinced.
– Edward, it’s time to stop this clowning! He is damn schizophrenic, there is nothing more to talk about with him, ”O’Hara addressed Kavalski.
“Perhaps you’re right,” Edward agreed.
O’Hara took the personal file of Morley and, together with Kavalski, went to the exit. John shouted after:
– I’m not a schizophrenic! Detective, you must believe me! You are in danger! They will get you! Pour it with vinegar until it’s too late! I beg! Detective! Kavalski! Edward!
The door closed.
*****
John lay in the corner of the room, curled up. He was shaking from recent injection. He tried to understand if there was already evening on the street or still morning? Although it makes sense to think about the time behind these four soft walls? Does it make anything at all? Is it worth living? No – one answer to all questions. John took a big breath and held his breath. After four minutes of incredible effort of will, he lost consciousness. But the breath returned, and brought with it another failure in an attempt to commit suicide. While John was unconscious, the painful memories of the last six months of his misadventures in this place flashed in the backyards of his mind.
Paranoid schizophrenia – with such a diagnosis, John entered the clinic for mentally ill. For a psychopath killer, this is not the worst outcome, an alternative is an electric chair. John did not believe in his diagnosis, believed that he was framed by elven scum, and the conclusion was in some perverted way of revenge. Therefore, he behaved carefully, closed, planning every step, waiting for a good moment to escape. But all plans were disrupted by one orderly with crooked ears who mocked him, or it seemed so. John complained about him to the doctor, but the doctor did not listen. Once John could not stand it and attacked the orderly, and almost killed a piece of glass. But he was stopped, twisted and put in a prominent shirt, which is still not removed. Then the doctor prescribed him a special therapy of powerful sedatives that have terrible side effects: nausea, loss of sensation of time and space, and especially hallucinations.
John broke the therapy: he lost the feeling of reality and began to gradually take the fact of his illness until he finally believed that he killed all these people. During hallucinogenic parishes, he was visited by the ghosts of the dead, who cruelly tormented and mocked him. And somewhere a month ago, after the sick leave, the orderly-elf returned to work. He continued to torture John, or it seemed like that? The reality was too vague.
John no longer had the strength to endure, and he firmly decided to commit suicide, but there were no options because. At first he could not withstand fear of strangulation and involuntarily absorbed the air. But over time he managed to overcome himself, and no longer breathed to the loss of consciousness, but vile breath still returned to normal. And although the attempts were in vain, John did not stop trying more and more. He was too tired of reality, being conscious, he only did that he sobbed, and begged God to take his worthless life as soon as possible. But God did not hear or pretended not to hear.
– John Morley? – There was a voice.
John came to consciousness.
– John! This is me, Edvart Kavalski, Detective, who was conducting your business, ”the voice continued to say:“ You were right! Elves, they exist!
– They don’t exist! Morley said.
– No! These freaks poured it into your mind. Do not believe them! I came here to say that you were right in everything! They wanted to kill me, and repeatedly. But I managed to outwit them. And I also obeyed your advice and dripped vinegar Michael. He burned! John, he burned!
– You are lying! – shouted Morley. – You are all lying!
– Why should I lie? You opened my eyes! I started digging further. John, you physically could not kill all these people! You had an alibi. Moreover, I dug even deeper, they were not trees! Even close!
– I don’t believe you!
– Listen, I know, it’s very hard for you now. You were pumped with drugs. But believe me! This is me, Edward!
– Edward? – There was doubt in John’s voice. Maybe this is really not a hallucination?
“You know, John, deep down, I always knew that something was wrong with our world. And it was obvious, too obvious and simple! As they say, if you want to hide something, hide in the most prominent place! And with the elves, these filthy masters of the world! We all see them every day, see what they do and what they do. We all know very well that we are their slaves. The real slaves! But we pretend that this is not so. We inspire fairy tales about democracy, elections, the power of the people. But this is all a lie! Deep lie to save our psyche. It’s easier for us to live. We are all afraid of the owners. Fear is the basis of their power! Those who are not afraid are doomed to loneliness. But they cannot be defeated alone! Never! You were lonely, John, it was your main mistake. But now you are not alone. I will get you out! We will continue your business together. We will expand and together we will win! Someone goes, I have to leave. You hold on, John! The main thing is to hold on, soon I will be back after you! You were right! Remember this!
– Edward?
There was no answer. John gathered his strength, got up and went to the door. There was no one. Only at the end of the corridor were barely audible steps.
– So I was right? I was right! – John cried joyfully. – I was right!
– Stop yelling, Morley! Cried Sanitar -Elf, he went to John’s room.
John laughed in his face:
– Dirty elves! Soon we will show you! Ha -ha -ha! We will destroy you all! We’ll drown everyone in vinegar! And we will make a necklace from the ears!
– Shut up!
– Do not shut the truth! Like freedom! You will all die, sooner or later! Victory will be behind us!
