Alternative Treatment?

An email was sent to me, and fortunately I had an old computer laying around, half dead in my house so I could read it and respond. I summarized all those fancy words and read my conclusion aloud. I read aloud when I think sometimes."So...I meet him at the library?" The fedora man could have chosen a better place to meet. I don't think library folks like to see criminals. They hardly like to see me because of some things I did in my life and tattoos. Of course, it's safer to meet a criminal in a library swarmed with people than an alley with body guards. Sarcasm.

Traffic. I fucking hate traffic. However, sometimes it's fun to be on the road like this. I like to look in other cars to see what everyone's doing. I'm not a stalker, I just...stalk.

I look to the right of me and there's this lady looking through a travel guide to the Himalayas or something like that. It's Sunday so there's nobody really funny on the streets. I turn to the left of me and I see something interesting.

A goddamn fedora! It's the fedora guy. I turn up my air conditioning and some tiny fans hoping the wind will carry the fedora to me. Come to Frankie, fedoras! My hopes are a bit too high, and I realize the only thing the ac is doing is freezing me to the bone. I sigh in defeat and look one last time at the fedora.

Something even more interesting caught my eyes. A hand. In the backseat. There was a pale hand that slapped at the window and started to slip back down. There was a handcuff on the hand, but the other hand must have been freed.

There was something else, too. Pretty oblivious, but I saw it. It was an ID number. That pale, skinny hand belonged to the criminal.

I kind of expected a whole prison bus for this fella. And he'd come out in song like it was a musical or something. He'd be wearing striped prison clothes, and be covered in charcoal. I don't know why I expected that. I just...did.

I let the fedora man go first, I don't want to be the early fucker. Instead, I go to a Walmart (classy of me, I know) and buy water. And a candle, in case the lights go out in my house like it does sometimes. I usually stay in the dark without a candle because I know where I'm going. But with a criminal around, I gotta be extra careful.

At the moment I am three minutes late, but the fedora man must be used to that now. I push at the door and it won't open. Okay. Pull instead. Oh wait it's automatic.

The door opens ever so slowly and I rush inside to the fedora man. "Mr. Iero?"

"That's me, sir," I say with a fake smile.

"Your patient is waiting by the children's books," he said in a monotone. I follow a path to the children's books and I see a bunch of children. A tall, dark figure sat down with them, its back turned to me.

"I-I'm your caretaker..." I speak nervously. He could murder every one of us in one minute, couldn't he? I gulp and wait for him to speak.

"Wonderful, sugar!" a high pitched Jersey accent squealed. He turned to me, and my eyes were amazed. He was beautiful.

Notes

new chapter! c: they meet!