There he stood, the infamous psychopath. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the chilly air.
He did it. He had had to wait twenty years to do this. But it wasn’t in vain. He actually did it. He turned around as Cassandra raised an eyebrow at him.
“The cops-” She started, but her held up his hand to stop her from continuing. “Let ‘em go on a wild goose chase.” He said, with a heavy accent.
Cassandra blinked for a second and then burst out laughing. “You didn’t!” She said. He smiled too. Cass was the only one who could make him do that. Smirk? Many made him smirk. But smile? That was reserved for her.
“The telephone booth there did the trick. Every cop loves a tip-off. Too lazy themselves to do the job, I say. Get the public to spot a person for some cash. They’re smart. But pure lazy.” He shakes his head.
“Besides, that old disguise you called rubbish? I went straight up to the cop’s car to collect my ‘reward’ for informing them about the psychopath murderer. A hundred bucks.”
“There’s a little error in that statement, don’t you think?” Cass winked. “Ah… yes, a psychopath murderer. Well, sis, you know what Dad used to say-” “Rumors are carried by haters, spread by fools, and accepted by idiots.” They said in unison. “I don’t think that’s an original quote though.” He said.
Cass grinned. “But, dad was an extremely renowned Bandit. Stealing a quote…Oh dear, that does seem rather stealthy…”
He stopped himself from laughing with her, with a gut feeling of guilt, even though he knew he did nothing to feel it.
“Cass?” He asked.
“Yeah?”
“You know that what we did was… What we did wasn’t horrible, right?”
At moments, he transformed into his worried, ever-moral mother, rather than his cool, calm father. It was at times like these, he appreciated his sister more than ever. Her reassurance was his safety net.
“The murders you did…Oh, how horrible!” Cass said grinning.
He chuckled, going back to his previous self.
“I know! The murdered people… Jeez, the people in the valley are acting like I didn’t do them a favor. The murdered people are perfectly happy, and so are the families who got rid of them. All these people want is a reason to be upset and trouble everyone. I bet you the love of my life- my Lamborghini- that the minute I return the people, everyone would be howling why I did so. Honestly, I’m a savior.”
Cass looked offended. “Your Lamborghini? Dear me, it’s like I don’t exist!”
He rolled his eyes. He knew, not in a million years, would Cass truly understand the word ‘offense’.
She, in return, stuck her tongue out at him.
Cass was rather childish- except for a sharp tongue yet soothing nature. She took crusts off her sandwiches and hated broccoli. Not something that comes to your mind when you think of a psychopath-bandit. There have been instances when her big, innocent eyes landed her and her brother a free ride away from danger.
He chuckles, remembering all their heists. No matter what anyone says, he would never trade this life- full of fun, thrill, and adventure- for a wealthy, royal, innocent, or in any way-perfect one. Some may say he’s crazy. But after all… he is a psychopath.
He wrapped his coat around himself tightly and reached behind him to ask Cass for a cigar. Her face was as white as a ghost’s.
He frowned at her. She pointed at the banyan tree across them, under which a raggedy, shabby man, with a huge uncombed beard, and rather large leather boots was leaning against a car. He started walking towards them.
“D’yeh have it?” He asked in an Irish accent
“Yeh, Colleen, do yeh have it?” He said to Cass.
Cass nodded, quickly handing him the case. He opens it and shakes hands with her. “And yeh…psychopath murderer, I’ve heard? Proud of yeh, son. Cassidy would be too.” Cass froze. “Oh, my sweet chocolate-”
The bearded man cut her off. “I’d better be goin’ then, lads. Nice meeting ya. Duty calls.”
He gave them the smallest of winks and drove off before they had the time to make more conversation.
“He knew Mum!” Cass shouted.
He was still in shock and hadn’t said a single word for a whole five minutes. “We…we’re free. We paid it all off. Every dime.”
“That’s what you’re thinking about?”
“It was him.”
“Dad.”
“He’s alive.”
