Alternative Treatment?

"What the hell did you do that for!" I yelled. Gerard had left the hotel the way it was, and left all our clothes and supplies there too. Honestly, I couldn't care less about the hotel. It's just that now all the 'wanted!' posters for millions of dollars would have my face on them.
"You thought I was going to let you control the whole goddam project?" he grunted.

Project? I didn't know about any projects. "What do you mean?"

"Ugh," he responded, reaching his jean pocket for a cancer stick. "Light this up for me, hun. Anyways, back to the project. This is some serious shit so pay some attention,"

I nodded and handed him the lighted cigarette. "At the bottom of the chain are the criminals like me, who have 'destroyed society' and 'can be cured' and a bunch of garbage. Then there's you, the lucky bastard who makes sure we aren't burning up the place like hell's flames. Fedora man," he paused for an exhaust, smoke filling the air. My mind sort of paused too, I mean it was sort of strange that Gerard referred to my boss as fedora man too, after all. "He's a bit better. His boss is with the fucking government, and so on."

"Okay, why are you telling me this?"

"Why go along with those assholes when you can be with us?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face. "It's a hell of a lot more fun, if you ask me."

Wow. Is he asking me to go on a killing spree? "Gerard, why are you a criminal?"

"Have you ever had been in a room full of people but feel alone?" his eyes were serious. "They're all false, every one of them. First they try to take your brother, and then they act like it was an accident. Those bastards act like it was a mother of god fucking accident!"

I let him cool down for a few moments. "I'm...I'm so sorry, Gee," I say, and I really want the conversation to end at that. But my nosy mind has to stick its goddam nose into everything. "Did you kill them?"

Gerard was so, what's the word, classy when he answered. "So much blood...I feel nothing...so much blood...."

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