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Secret Of The Broken Mind

THE LIGHTFIELD FILES

BY

DONALD HARRY ROBERTS

VOLUME ONE

JACK TRINITY

AND

SECRET OF THE BROKEN MIND

Published By:

Donald Harry Roberts on Shakespir

Copyright 2016 by Donald Harry Roberts

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PREFACE

A SPEECH FROM THE BENCH

Judge Wakhume Presiding

“You are a criminal of the lowest order Jack Trinity…vile and too corrupt to allow back into society until you understand who and what you are. You have been convicted of racketeering and serial murder…not to mention several other lesser infractions of the law. I sentence you to Light field Institution for the Criminally Insane without chance of parole indefinitely or until you convince the court you have redeemed yourself….You will live….or die….by your own merit. Take this sludge away.”

1

Jack Trinity woke in his new bed…. in his new apartment… and in a new city which he knew intimately…..Lightfield. That’s the way it worked. That’s what the court decide would be a fair and just punishment for his crimes… a list too long. He had been anaesthetized.

But Jack Trinity was Jack Trinity…born into the scourge of the world and schooled in the darkest aspects of inhumanity….Yes….he remembered who he had been….Crime Boss extra-ordinaire….some said Satan’s spawn…..It had been the only life he knew and was comfortable with it….good at it and understood it.

But this was Lightfield City….the tables were turned….the roles reversed and all the psycho-synaptics redirected. He remembered his past….as a cop….not a career criminal. The conflict in his mind was….he grimaced….”Torturous. Images of his victims…all who had died in agony flashed through his mind….they would flash through his mind every time he woke up….conflicting painfully with all the murderers he had arrested and sent to jail.

Jack Trinity climbed from his new bed and found a mirror. He looked the same….down to the smallest scar on his otherwise ruggedly handsome face. Yes…he had always been handsome….even the news scroungers who had dubbed him Satan’s Spawn agreed….he was handsome….sometimes…Hatefully Handsome…..The difference now…well…instead of being a criminal of the lowest order he was a cop….a homicide detective….a schizophrenic outcast who still remembered who he had been and why he was incarcerated in Lightfield City. He would die as Jack Trinity the Crime Boss or achieve retribution as Jack Trinity the…..”The what?….The good?” he laughed.

Jack Trinity dress….in a suit….like a cop…..plain brownish grey, black tie and a white shirt…a drab look for a drab job….but this Jack….the cop Jack loved….no….cherished the look….and the job….”So that’s the torment bestowed on me. Seeing my self from two minds. Huh….I guess this is punishment to meet the crime.”

His cellphone chirped like a happy canary….It was his office phone…One side of Jack’s mind made him smile…the other side scowled. He answer. “Inspector Trinity” his voice was flat and dry. It was his assistant/partner…”You better get down her Boss” Sgt. Jimmy Long always called Him Boss, “There’s another victim….same as the others…I am already at the scene….It was found in Mooncliff Park.”

“Mooncliff Park.” Jack acknowledged. Lover’s lane….lover’s leap…murder scene… “How droll”….his criminal mind sputtered…His cop mind twisted about angrily….not because of the location….but the circumstance…..the parallel with his murdering criminal mind….the serial killer in him….a side shoot of his career in crime…..

“I’ll be there in a half hour….Don’t let them clean up before I get there. I want to see the body.”

“It’s bad Boss.”

“No doubt Sergeant….No Doubt at all.” The cop knew what he was going to find because his other half…….he pushed the evil out and embraced the part of his mind bent on justice…..It hurt….because until that moment justice had been a foul word….at least a cop’s justice was….His criminal side cringed before fading into the inner depth of his consciousness…momentarily locked up in a dark…dreary cell of concrete and steel.

2

Jack the cop knew the city….Lightfield….as well as Jack the crime boss knew his….one in the same….sort of….but one modern…with skyscrapers and flashing video advertisement on the building walls….this one…a Gothic Image yet …..well…

His car…like his suit was plain and drab and loaded down with the usual technologies installed in modern cop cars….except the emergency light….just a strobe. He did not bother mounting it on the roof. The emergency had past…..he took the way of least resistance to the park…utilizing his knowledge of the back streets where the traffic was minimal….He arrived at the blue and yellow police barrier in 26 minutes…..flashed his badge and found his way to the victim….He threw up.

“ Like I said Boss. It’s bad.”

The MO was different but the cruelty was identical. Torture in a way to create the worse pain possible for the longest period of time. Jack the Monster had used a knife…plyers…and a hammer…..his reasoning….well….it was born out of satanic insanity…no real motive….lust for….what…suffering. This killer was far more sophisticated….methodical and effective…he made jack the ripper seem like a base amateur. Still the media had dubbed this killer just that…which Jack the cop realized was fitting to his own crime and retribution. But it was not his crime or his evil counterpart…..The one good thing was…Jack the cop had the inside track….he had his evil mind to guide him… “Where do I look?” he muttered

“What’s that Boss?”

“Nothing. What do you have so far…be detailed!”

“Just what you see Boss.”

“I see a corpse…systematically….”

“Yah. I can see too Boss. But the killer left no clues….nothing….just like the other two.”

Jack’s shoulders dropped….but worse….he could hear the hideous laughter from deep in his mind….the real Jack Trinity….the criminal….homicidal maniac….torturer…It’s a festival of blood….the hidden Jack cried out with glee.

“Shut up!” Jack the cop ordered.

“Sure Boss. Whatever you say.” Sgt. Long responded noncommittally…used to the Inspector’s out bursts from no-where.

“Not you Long.” Long anticipated the answer… grinning… “Ok Boss.”

Inspector Trinity turned away from the corpse and walked out of the scene. There was nothing there that would help and whatever the medical examiner came up with would tell the same tale as the first two.

“Stay here. Get what you can then go back to the office and get it all on paper…or in a file on the computer. If anything comes up that we don’t already know…tell me….Otherwise just keep digging.

Another young woman….unidentified….maybe she never would be….she’s lay in the fridge at the morgue until….when….until they needed the space for another corpse….a gang land killing, domestic killing…drunk driver victim….Inspector Jack sensed the horror of it all while the Monster Jack Revelled in it.

“I need a drink.”

“That’s good Inspector. Let’s get drunk…..blottoed…pissfaced…Forget all this kid’s stuff and raise some hell….like we use to.”

“You talked me out of it creep. We’re a cop now….we don’t commit crimes… we solve them.”

“You mean you get the credit….I solve them because I know what’s really going on and now you want me to tell you all about your killer….who…I noticed is an awful lot like us…..well….I mean me….the better part of us.”

“Shut up…You are you I am me….I just have the awful task of carrying you around because once….out there…” The Inspector waved his hand non-commitally… “we were one. I’m the good side….you’re the bad and it is because of you I am here in Lightfield Prison City. I have to get this killer to redeem myself….to give restitution for what you did.”

“Come on Inspector. It wasn’t all my fault. You could have stopped me.”

“No…you kept me buried back there….now I keep you buried here….well most of the time. Now tell me. Where would you hide if you were this killer?”

“Plain sight…or better yet just like I did before. We had it good Inspector…money….power….control….and no one could touch us.”

“Sure….for a while Then we got caught. They could have hanged us.”

“They don’t hang convicts any more. They send us to Lightfield…which is worse. I have to put up with the pussy side of me being in control…..or maybe…..just maybe…I could get control again.”

Inspector Jack Trinity broke off the conversation and closed off the ugly voice inside his head. “That’s it. If I let the evil take over here I condemn myself to…..maybe death….maybe eternity here in Lightfield…a monster in both places. I have to find the killer….no matter what. That is my redemption…my restitution.” He said out loud as he climbed into his plain non-descript sedan.

3

Home. His watch over but the job imbedded in his mind like a sliver in the finger that you can’t get out….and his monster counterpart scratching at his mind like razor sharp claw.

But turn the table. Inject the goodness of this place into his mind. Better yet…use his mind to find the killer….become him….no….not good….just reach into that part of your mind that is him and …..yes…..that’s it….What would you do monster….how would you chose you victim….how would you hide…..Yes…..openly…..not a criminal……a……damnation….of course…..a cop……a bad cop….corrupt but on the surface a hero….a decorated hero….damn….just like in the movies…..a perfect scenario….But what cop?

The monster Jack was silent. That’s it ´cried Inspector Jack. You….Yes….That came from you…You tried to hide it from me but I got through….I am more powerful than you….I always have been….I just didn’t know it. You are weak….A bully….and so is the killer here….a weak pathetic bully hiding behind a badge….a place of respect where it is easy to hide because….because…..”

“Because you Twit. No one ever suspects a cop….not up front anyway…… “The monster Jack injected.

“”No….Because it is the easiest place to cover your tracks and turn eyes away from evidence.”

“Your partner. Jimmy Long. Prime candidate for it. No one would suspect your partner to go around dissecting young women…..Or…Maybe it’s me….again….and you just don’t know it.”

“Not me. I can account for every minute here. I have this.” Inspector Jack displayed his watch. It records my every move and transmits it to my computer. Every minute is accounted for….I check every day…’

“Ok. You got me there. It isn’t us…but you can’t account for your partners every minute now can you?”

“No I cannot….but……”

“You doubt he would commit these atrocities. No one believed we would either….even though we are a racketeer back there. We hid behind that for a long….long time…..twenty years. It took those idiot cops 20 years to figure it out…..and didn’t we have a time of it…..Jack the monster cackled hideously.

“That was the you part of me…not me” Inspector Jack wailed angrily.

“You jerk…we are we only in your mind….in the real world we are one….all mixed up and blended like a perfect chocolate cake with thick rich icing on it…Triple layer fudge if you like…..Brahahahaha.”

Inspector Trinity force his mind to close the door of his inner thought and mind…shutting out the monster. He had what he needed from that ugly part of himself. He had the ugly reality of possible suspects. But he was certain it was not his Sergeant. It had to be someone…..someone higher….another inspector….a high ranking uniform….someone who had access to…..someone who could easily cover things up un-noticeably. Supervisors. Senior Constables…but….this is Lightfield.City…who would believe anyone in a position of authority would do such a thing. Even I doubt such a thing could be possible….or maybe…..yes….there are others besides cops…..but who….Who the hell here would commit such heinous crimes….

Inspector Trinity stripped down and drove himself into bed…pushing all thoughts out of his mind…..sleep was his one sanctuary in Lightfield. No one and nothing could touch him….not even the monster.

4

Trinity slept all night…..and all day….waking as the sun was setting over the gothic streets of Lightfield City. He had wakened twice ….once to eat once to check his computer and his monitor read out….the same on someone would read….outside the city….maybe the warden or….well someone….it didn’t really matter who. What did matter is that the report was clean…..and it was.

Inspector Trinity followed his routine of getting ready for his watch. He had purposely changed to the night watch because the murders he was investigating all took place sometime around midnight. Not that he thought he could put himself in the right place at the right time. Even if the murders were committed in the same place…each body had been deposited in different parts of the city…seemingly without any pattern….random disposal…dissected and deposited in black garbage bags….large and doubled.

What the inspector was hoping for he was not sure. Hopefully he would know it when he saw it….heard it….sensed it. Maybe it would be something more tangible like the killer slipping up…..everyone slipped up….even him….that’s how he had been caught….he got careless…..left a clue to his identity and the investigator caught it. It only took a few days after that that the cops came for him armed with all the evidence they needed to lock him up…here in Lightfield City….with only the formality of a trial….In fact they had so much on him Jack Trinity simply plead no contest.

The night was groomed with neon shadows and occupied by the usual night creepers and crawler found in any city. It seemed to him that Lightfield would be a perfect backdrop for one those vigilante super-heroes who never failed to win the day. That was not him. He was just a cop doing a cops job using whatever resources were available to him….including the resource in his head.

Jack climbed into his non-descript sedan and started cruising the city streets. Where did this madman find his victims? How did he lure them in. What inescapable bait did he dangle before them….Handsome….charismatic…Just like Jack the monster.

Or maybe he didn’t lure them in….Maybe he was the Neanderthal type…whack on the head and drag them to his cave of horrors to perform his hideous operation….like a……damn…..like a medical examiner….Nah….too simple….too obvious and theatrical….where would he….no she…store the kept parts….a heart….a liver….spleen…..and….what next….internal organs….what the hell…..Jack jammed down the accelerator and aimed for the morgue….It could not be…..but it could.

“Very good inspector. I expect some thanks for that. It was my brain you were thinking with after all.” The monster Jack surfaced.

“Thanks….now shut up….I….you could be dead wrong.”

“Dead wrong!” the monster laughed through the inspector’s throat and mouth…a maniac chortle that frightened the cop.

“Shut up!!!!”

“Go faster Jack….Maybe you can catch her…Dr.Rimmson…is it….in the act. What organ will she want this time…..oh the choices….yes the glorious choices.”

Inspector Trinity drove faster….siren blaring….emergency light flashing….Cars hurried to clear the way……

“You’ll be the hero if you are right Inspector Jack. Maybe they will give you brownie points toward your redemption….your retribution.”

“Points. What do you mean points. I solve this and I am free….redeemed.”

“No Jack….it doesn’t come that easy. You have to prove yourself and that takes time…..not just one case….if indeed they keep you on as a cop. But don’t think about that now. You have to catch this murdering fiend now…hurry”

Inspector Trinity hurried……

5

The lights were on. The doors were not locked and there was a guard at the reception desk. A security guard…not a cop. Jack approached the desk and displayed his badge. “Is Dr Rimmson in?” He inquired politely.

The guard referred to his computer then answered. “Yes. She is in examination room two. Down the elevator and straight ahead when you get out….and FYI…she’s in a foul mood.” The guard instructed and warned.

Foul mood. Jack wondered what that meant. Probably that she was having a hard time with some aspect of her job….maybe bureaucratic red tape…..un-co-operative corpse…He shrugged and followed the watchman’s directions. The morgue was three floors down….The hall was lit with florescent lamps and not particularly bright……gloomy in fact….and it was cold…..

Inspector Trinity stepped out of the elevator and advanced on examination room 2….indicated only with the number. When he touched it he could feel the cold steel it was made of….standard door against fires.

He pushed it open. The only sounds were in the background….beeping….clicking and the door closer hissing as the door shut. The lights were the same as the corridor except the one over an operating table that shone down like a mega-watt spot light.

Dr. Rimmson was nowhere to be seen, but there were three other door leading off the main room….Two at the back and one to the left. There was a red light on over the door to the left. Red usually means keep out. That’s what Inspector Jack did despite the monster Jack urging him to investigate….and sometimes….the monster is right.

The Inspector waited….10 minutes…..and waited 5 more minutes…..Then…he finally went and opened the door.

Dr. Rimmson stirred on the couch then woke suddenly. Her hands and smock were covered in blood…She stood up…..dazed and in a state of shock….it seemed….until she screamed angrily at the Inspector ordering him to get out….”GET OUT…..GET OUT…..GET OUT.

There was a corpse crumpled in the corner….Jack held his ground….The doctor attacked viciously…a scalpel clutched tightly in her left hand…..The other hand was a mass of meat and bone.

Jack dodged the scalpel and punched the doctor in the face. She dropped like a rock. Jack lifted up and put her back on the couch….Then he went to examine the corpse in the corner of the room. It had a meat clever in one hand….the right and in the left were two finger….belonging probably to Dr. Rimmson. Inspector Trinity put out the alarm while the monster inside his head was marvelling at the carnage.

Jack removed himself and the doctor to the corridor. He wheeled her out on a gurney, first stripping off the bloodied plastic sheets. Maybe he should have left things untouched but at that point he could not grasp the point of leaving Rimmson in the back office….bleeding….probably to death. He bound up the finger stubs and wrapped the fore arm in a tourniquet to slow the bleeding. He was just locking the wheels of the gurney when the elevator door slid open.

Jack turned away and vomited…..the whole scene had finally caught up to him. Sergeant Long waited patiently….knowingly….His boss had a weak gut….but it would pass.

“Inspector Jack….You are an embarrassment!” The monster within groaned miserably

6

The elevator went up and down three more times. Then Jack went up. He had, had enough of the gory details. They would etched….probably forever in his memory, much to Monster Jack’s delight…he was sure.

“Dr. Rimmons is dead.” Someone said. Inspector Trinity removed himself from the building but he remained near by. He was a witness to a blood….horrible crime and was obliged to give a statement….later he would be required….as an investigating officer to render a report….Meanwhile….there was still a serial killer on the loose….or…..was he dead…..crunched in corner in the morgue…killed by Rimmson….That was of course a little much to hope for. What had happened at the morgue could not be related…especially since the corpse in the corner was the doctor’s estranged lover…..”What a frikken mess.”

Jack gave his statement to the investigating sergeant…not Long….then he climbed into his car and drove away….not sure if he could be a cop of any merit. He was no further ahead in his investigation than when he woke that first morning….. “Maybe that’s what Lightfield is really all about…not redemption or retribution….just flat out punishment that had no light at the end of the tunnel. He reached for his service pistol with the darkest thought floating in his mind…..But that only lasted a second….”Stupid.” he muttered….”Yah stupid…I’m having a blast here.” The monster put in menacingly….Maybe it was the monster that kept him from following through on the thought…..maybe……

******

The night became day….it seemed sudden because Jack had not been aware the sun had risen….or the street lamps shut down or the neon lights seemed to dim. The sky was nearly black with clouds and a heavy rain fell. His wipers were on full. Jack had parked in front of his apartment building….how long ago he couldn’t remember….only it was still dark then….Maybe he had fallen asleep though he did not remember that…or waking up.

Jack went inside and found his bed….Sleep….the only peace he could find….no one could get to him there. His dreams were his sanctuary.

Then suddenly he woke……The simplest resolve to this mess exploded in his mind….well…not exactly simple….just straight forward…..all he had to do is change his way of approach….

He was half right about his imprisonment….retribution and redemption was not about solving a case…..it was a case that could never be solved….it would just evolve and become more complicated and insane every time he seemed to be getting close to a resolution.

Inspector Jack Trinity scrambled out of bed, dressed and race to the office….No shower, breakfast, coffee….nothing….All he wanted was his computer and the resulting reports transcribed from the sensor in his wrist watch….Everything that went on in his mind was recorded….including the dark corners where the monster lived….”It’s not about a serial killer rampaging across Lightfield….or about lover killing lovers or corruption or city corruption….or….jeezz…it’s not about anything except me….it’s all about me…..the war going on inside my head….It’s all about resolving issues with the monster I am and the Inspector is the good in me……It’s about.”

The computer screen fizzed on….Jack’s monitoring device reports came alive…not in print but in images…beginning with the slaughter at the morgue and working backwards…..backwards….back………

7

Jack’s eyes opened. He smiled. The computer screen was blank. He knew exactly what he had to do and it had to be done now….not tomorrow…or next week…..not even an hour from now….Inspector Jack Trinity was alone in his mind….no monster….no crazy thoughts….no vile memories…..just a cop…..a cop in the City of Lightfield…..and out there was a monster, a crime boss and serial killer…..the monster who had stolen his life in another world…or reality…..a monster that truly was the devil’s spawn. The monster that could not be arrested….or tried….or imprisoned here in Lightfield. It had to be eliminated…..eradicated….yes…..assassinated or would it be executed. The entity of pure evil had at least to be terminated from existence….but….how could Inspector Jack do such a thing….after all the monster was as much him as the cop….would it not mean suicide….a crime equal in evil to murder…maybe worse…in some one’s eyes.

Jack would have to determine the answer later….first he must find the monster….where would the monster hide…..who would the monster be…..look like….did it take possession of someone….”You will know it when you see it Jack….It’s you after all….or…that schizoid side of you….whom you know so well.”

Jack glanced at his watch…..a new idea came to mind…..a great idea…..he switched the computer on again…..hoping……

The monsters face appeared showing an evil grin….then bloody hands washed themselves and maniacal laughter wailed in the back ground. “Let’s play hide and seek Jackie boy!!!Brhahaha. The image blinked off. “He has his own device and computer……”

“Inspector Jack smiled. A game….what would Sherlock say…..” Jack laughed aloud.

“What is so damn funny inspector? We have a homicidal maniac running loose in the city….a dead ME and you are sitting here idle and chortling like a fool.”

“Because sir I have it figured out but you aren’t going to like the solution so I’ll just get at it and take my lumps later….which I will tell you now come from a higher command than anyone here.” Jack replied then rushed out of the building…..

The engine roared into life. The tires squealed on the pavement. It was hot and dry now and Sunday…The am streets were abandoned save for a few left overs from the drunken Saturday night harangue. The smell of burnt rubber drifted on the slight breeze for a second then gather in a blue smoke where Jack’s car had been parked.

“Sergeant Long…Something has gone screwy in the inspector’s brain. You better go after him before he does something really frigan insane.

“Yes Captain.” Long acknowledged offering a boy scout salute thinking…..”This is a stupid idea….no one is going to stop Jack. He’s got that look in his eye.”…..Murder…..it would go down in the books as self-defence or a righteous kill or something but it would be murder……

Sergeant Long followed his orders anyway but was determine not to get in the line of fire when things got ugly…..He did not want to find himself in the middle of conflict and having to gun down his boss……..

8

Inspector Trinity laughed at the coffee and donut in his hands. He was on stake out….his own…..looking for himself…..in the guise of someone else….a possession….he groaned….like a horror movie only worse….this was real….maybe he would see a head twist around on a neck…..he laughed again.

He stared out the windscreen focussing on the door of a side street bar….just the kind of place Jack would hang out….or own…..a bar where only friends were allowed.

The exit door opened. Jack could hardly believe his eyes. It was Jack the monster….no guise…..no possession trick….just the monster himself….all decked out like he always was…..in a dark blue, grey pin striped suite….white fedora….white gloves, black Italian leather shoes…polished to a gleam and white spats. He has the usual woman on each arm…..four body guards and his personal journalist…..who might live for a while if he told good stories about the monster….Robin hood stories. After all….after the fashion of his hero he sponsored a soup kitchen….a men’s mission and three hangouts for the street people.

“ Write about that stuff kid and we’ll get along fine.” He advised….but sooner or later….a journalist has to be a journalist and he….or she…writes something bad about the self- proclaimed Robin Hood……The journalist always gets it in mind he can take care of him/herself. The grave yard has at least four occupants who took the wrong path, against the grain….but no one could ever prove the monster put them there….not until the end….well….not til one ending…..This was going to be another version of the end. Jack the inspector was going to face down Jack the Monster and only one of them was going to survive.

How was it going to go down. Inspector Jack looked at his watch….It was 11:54 am….almost noon…. “High Noon…hell why not….everything else about this is frikken insane.

Monster Jack spotted his counterpart getting out of the car. Inspector Jack…looking just as drab as always. They came to the middle of the street. The seconds ticked by as they stared each other down…..

“How fast can a man draw a pistol from a shoulder holster?” The monster inquired over a long evil chuckle.

“Dunno. Not real fast but my guess you will draw as fast as me….or as slow and visa versa….and since you are me and I am you we’ll be killing ourselves at the same time….and we’ll probably both die and that’s good enough for me. The world needs to rid of beasts like us.”

“Like us…Like me you mean.”

“No. I mean us….I can not exist without you and you can not exist with out me…..I figured it out Jack. It’s all about balance….It’s all about a broken mind….our mind…..your mind…and my mind….You, myself and I…as ridiculous as that might sound.”

“A little cliché-ish don’t you think Inspector?”

Inspector Jack shrugged his shoulders….The hour struck high noon. Bystanders clear off,,,some running…..some ducking out of sight….some moving just far enough out of the way to avoid a stray bullet but still be able to watch the action.

Jack the monster kissed both of his consorts lightly on the cheek…..”Go freshen up…I’ll be there in a minute.” He boasted confidently….assuringly…..The women giggles and scurried away.

A SHOT RANG OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!

9

Jack Trinity opened his eyes. Something warm stirred beside him. He looked…It was Doctor Rimmons….alive and well and whole….no missing fingers and after a quick question and two had no idea what Jack was talking about….Then it all came rushing into the fore-ground of his memory.

The shot rang out. It was his gun that was smoking. It was the monster standing there for a split second with a red blotch right between his eyes….but that of course would be impossible…At that range….at least 30 paces….neither one of them was likely to hit the other. Inspector Jack had realized that when they were talking. Maybe Jack the Monster had too….probably had too.

And Jack the Monsters gun was smoking… but Inspector Jack didn’t have any bullet hole in him….any-where.

Doctor Rimmons snuggled in closer to Jack…She said in a soft but almost business like voice. “We had better get moving or we will both be late Inspector.”

“I don’t get it. Why am I still here?” Jack did not voice his thoughts but he felt good…and everything seemed to be right on que…and…..there was no Monster Jack lurking in the deep dark spaces of his mind. But he was still in Lightfield.

The phone rang. “Trinity.”

“You ready Boss?”

The question caught the Inspector off guard. Then he understood. “Yah…I’ll be there shortly.”

“There giving me a commendation today for catching the Ripper” Jack said out loud. In his mind he said….For getting myself killed.

An Hour Later

The Police Chief gave a speech….short and sweet. The Mayor made his speech….which was a little longer…Then Jack Trinity was called to advance….Together the Chief and the Mayor presented the Inspector with his commendation which included a medal….silver…on a white and red ribbon….The Mayor put the ribbon over Jacks head Then everyone shook hands and the ceremony was over.

Jack turned and departed Town Hall Square where most ceremonies involving the city took place. He made for the ornate black iron archway and as he passed through The archway…the square….Town Hall and the city vanished leaving a large empty room. Jack stood there …intrigued but not overly surprized. The door to the room open into a corridor but the way was blocked by a man in a white smock, another in a gray/expensive suit and two uniformed guards.

The one in the white smock said. Jack Trinity… “It is my opinion that you have been completely healed of the malignancy that was crushing your mind.”

The man in the grey suit added. “On the Doctors recommendation you can be transferred to a half-way facility and begin your re-entry into society. I believe you will have full liberty within a month. Congratulations.

Then the two guards guided Jack away and on to an office where his release procedure took place.

On the street…alone….waiting for a taxi to take him to the half-way house….more a curtesy than a requirement….Jack turned and inspected the building he had just left. Like Lightfield city the institution was gothic. A sign in the boulevard read…The Lightfield Institution For The Criminally Insane….beneath it read…… Lightfield Holographic Rehabilitation Centre.

“Well Jack. We’re free.” A quiet little voice drifted up from the depths of his subconscious.

“Shut Up!!!!”


Secret Of The Broken Mind

A SPEECH FROM THE BENCH Judge Wakhume Presiding “You are a criminal of the lowest order Jack Trinity…vile and too corrupt to allow back into society until you understand who and what you are. You have been convicted of racketeering and serial murder…not to mention several other lesser infractions of the law. I sentence you to Light field Institution for the Criminally Insane without chance of parole indefinitely or until you convince the court you have redeemed yourself….You will live….or die….by your own merit. Take this sludge away.”

  • ISBN: 9781370146772
  • Author: Donald Harry Roberts
  • Published: 2016-11-15 20:35:08
  • Words: 5231
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