Obscure

The weather was chilly that night. Martin followed the mysterious character down the desolate alleyway.  There was not a soul in sight. He kept a safe distance, strategically pausing to brush off suspicion. Suddenly, the figure looked right at him. He froze in his tracks, unable to comprehend anything. The mysterious man fixed his gaze, and said, ‘’Come with me,’’ and continued walking. He followed the man, now quickening his pace.

Martin found himself in a huge well lit room with no furniture, except a long table with nothing on it.  The mysterious man said, “My name is Gabriel.”

Martin looked at Gabriel intently, with inquiring eyes. He wondered where he was and what the man wanted from him. As if Gabriel had read his mind, he said, “You must be wondering why I brought you here…”  Martin nodded in agreement.

Gabriel started talking about how he was going to need an inside person at Martin’s big workplace. How it was essential to his plan. What Martin noticed throughout this entire speech of Gabriel’s was that he kept mentioning a very secret ambition of some sort.
“…and I need you to do exactly as I tell you when the time comes.” Martin agreed because he knew he had no choice. Little did he know that all this was in his head. There was no Gabriel. It was just Martin’s split personality taking the form of Gabriel.

         The next thing he knew, Martin found himself in a hospital bed, handcuffed to the bed.  He knew something was wrong.

          I sat in the chair next to his hospital bed, watching my brother drift in and out of an uneasy sleep. What happened next startled me out of my skin.

Martin slowly opened his eyes, and started talking. He didn’t sound normal. His voice was deep and threatening, his eyes still closed. He was saying things like “I knew you were worthy of this…” and “Good job, Martin.”

        Being his brother, and his best friend, I know Martin really well. I have always known that he has a split personality and that he struggles with it through life. What I didn’t know was that he had now created an elaborate story with a different character, and a complete plot. This scared me. It had never happened before. There were times when he would slightly change character and put on what my parents thought were skits, but I knew they were just his personality disorder. I hadn’t told my parents about this because they would not take it well. And there was no way I could tell them now because they were old, and after what had happened with the attempted bombing at the mall, there was no chance I could tell them.

        So I helped Martin escape from the hospital. They were going to arrest him if I didn’t. I had no choice. I couldn’t let my brother get arrested. 

I watched my brother drive away. I would probably never see him again. But I had to do what was best for him. He isn’t a danger to society. So I let him drive away.

Goodbye Martin.