The Thief: Resolution

Walter froze, not believing who was standing right before him.

“Brandon, no. No, why? Why would you do this? I know you are better than this. I swear I know. But, but, why?” Walter cried, sobbing gently.

“I will tell you why. Jake was the all goody, goody, nice one, “Brandon yelled, imitating Jake, “he was the one you loved. You did not care about me! When he received his first job, you looked at me like I was some sort of thing. I realized I was failing school, but then, then, you turned your back on me. Even if I did something good, you would not appreciate me. But, that’s not all, you had enough of me and kicked me out of your home. That was the last straw. This all started because of that incident!”

“You are coming with me to HQ,” the FBI-looking man declared, rushing towards Brandon with silver hand-cuffs that glistened in the light.

Brandon punched him on the chest, but the opposing man had no damage on him. He combatted with the teen, and they were in a nasty fight. The construction workers joined in, too; all kicking the boy.

“Don’t act weak, Brandon, come on out of there.” Walter mentioned, calmly.

As Brandon leaped out of the struggle, Walter peeled his “face” off, and dropped the mask down. He had black hair strewn out due to the mask that he removed, and trotted towards the doorway. Bertha gasped. Just as she was about to question him, she fainted. The agent noticed her, and came to her rescue. When he ordered the construction workers to help him carry her, he observed a rubber mask laying on the dirty floor that looked identical to “Walter”.

“Oh no,” he muttered under his breath.

Just when he was about to rush out of the door, he heard a voice whispering through his walkie-talkie,

“Good-bye, for now, agent.”