The figure darted from shadow to shadow in the dimly lit alley. He wore a hood that hid his facial features. He eventually arrived at the door he was hoping to arrive at. He knocked and waited. The peephole slid open.
“Who is it?” the voice grunted.
“What do you want?”
“I’m looking for Dr. Compromise.”
Deception removed a photo from his trench coat pocket and held it up for the doctor to see. It was a photo of Truth. “I know you’re a good surgeon, I need you to make me look like Him.”
The doctor grunted with humour, “You can never be Him, Dee. Never!”
“I know Doc, but if people thought I was Him, I would get more followers. Just tell me if you can do it.”
“What are you willing to give?”
“A thousand or more souls.”
“Come by tomorrow, we got a deal.”
The white Buick sped along the open road, Truth was heading towards Falcity, a town that seemed to need His presence. Lights in the distance caused Him to slow down as he came to a checkpoint. Officers were standing by. They came towards Him when he stopped by the boom gate. The officer came to his vehicle as Truth rolled down the window.
“Where you going?” asked the officer with a look of annoyance.
“Falcity,” replied Truth.
“Got some ID?”
“If you don’t know me, an ID won’t help.”
“Falcity has banned you,” said the officer with a threatening tone.
“Really?” Truth asked as he slid the gear to reverse.
“Yeah, they said if we ever saw you, we should blow you to bits,” said the officer. He snatched his revolver from his holster, but the Buick was already accelerating backward. Gunshots were fired as Truth turned the car around and sped off into the night. He looked into the rearview mirror and noticed two motorbikes following him, giving chase. Truth stepped harder on the gas pedal, and the car surged forward with a roar. Bullets ricocheted off the white bodywork, and gunshots echoed. A bend in the road appeared, and the white Buick drifted before straightening up, and the bikes followed in an awkward angle.
The distance between the Buick and the bikes were diminishing as they revved harder to catch up. In the distance ahead, a blue Pantera was parked in the middle of the road. Truth slammed the brakes, bring the Buick to a halt to avoid a collision. The bikes braked but couldn’t stop in time and turned to the left and right, causing the bikes to slide horizontally across the road. The door of the Pantera opened, and a man walked out. He pulled out an AK47 and rested it upon his right shoulder. The man wore denim jeans with trainers, a white t-shirt and a grey parka.
“What do we have here?” his snide remark stung the air.
The officer to his right got to his feet and reached for his gun. In a swift movement, the AK47 swung down, and a shot was blasted. The officer flew back, landing on the ground, unconscious. He spun around and shot at the bike that lay on top of the other officer. The bike blew up in flames. The man walked towards the white Buick as Truth rolled down the window.
“Hello, Truth! How are you tonight?”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Kristian,” he said as he offered his hand, “I’m a fan.”
Truth ignored the offer and reached into the console and pulled out a card and offered it to him. Kristian took the card and looked at it. On it was the name ‘Love’ and an address. The card was white, and so was the writing, which made him wonder how he could read it?
“What’s this?” Kristian asked.
“Please pay her a visit.”
“Because you seriously need to…”
“I don’t understand. The Truth is all I need.”
“Unless you fully know her, you cannot fully know me…”