Keyser Soze
AW YEEEAH!
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In the earlier hours of Monday morning, a headless body was spotted floating facedown in the Hudson River. By Tuesday afternoon, DNA tests had confirmed that the body belonged to Bullseye.
On Wednesday morning, newspapers were reporting on the fall and rise and fall of Bullseye, chronicling his notorious career as a contract killer, his reinvention as the masked hero Lazarus, his unmasking and disgrace, and ultimately his full pardon as a result of his heroic deeds. Depending on who was doing the writing, Bullseye's story was hailed as one of redemption, or one of a calculating, cold-blooded killer who had literally gotten away with murder.
On a press conference on Thursday evening, police chiefs admitted that they had no leads about who could have killed Bullseye in such a violent fashion. While assuring the press that investigations would remain ongoing, they admitted that their trail had come to a total dead end. Not that many cared about the death of a career-criminal.
On Friday morning, a modest funeral service was held for Bullseye. Nobody showed up, save for the press and a couple of curious onlookers. He left this world unmourned, unmissed. He died as a nobody.
But perhaps a nobody was exactly what he wanted to be.
Perhaps The Wisemen fulfilled their end of the bargain. Perhaps they helped Bullseye disappear. Perhaps on Tuesday morning, before the body on the slab was identified as Bullseye, the real Bullseye was on his way to Idaho. Perhaps he went to his brother's home. Perhaps he left with his infant son.
Perhaps on Thursday evening, while police chiefs talked about the dead ends in their investigations, Bullseye and his son were on a plane to South America. Perhaps Bullseye got his wish. Perhaps he let Bullseye get buried in New York on Friday morning, while he got a chance to start a new life.
Perhaps. But we'll never know for sure...
THE END
On Wednesday morning, newspapers were reporting on the fall and rise and fall of Bullseye, chronicling his notorious career as a contract killer, his reinvention as the masked hero Lazarus, his unmasking and disgrace, and ultimately his full pardon as a result of his heroic deeds. Depending on who was doing the writing, Bullseye's story was hailed as one of redemption, or one of a calculating, cold-blooded killer who had literally gotten away with murder.
On a press conference on Thursday evening, police chiefs admitted that they had no leads about who could have killed Bullseye in such a violent fashion. While assuring the press that investigations would remain ongoing, they admitted that their trail had come to a total dead end. Not that many cared about the death of a career-criminal.
On Friday morning, a modest funeral service was held for Bullseye. Nobody showed up, save for the press and a couple of curious onlookers. He left this world unmourned, unmissed. He died as a nobody.
But perhaps a nobody was exactly what he wanted to be.
Perhaps The Wisemen fulfilled their end of the bargain. Perhaps they helped Bullseye disappear. Perhaps on Tuesday morning, before the body on the slab was identified as Bullseye, the real Bullseye was on his way to Idaho. Perhaps he went to his brother's home. Perhaps he left with his infant son.
Perhaps on Thursday evening, while police chiefs talked about the dead ends in their investigations, Bullseye and his son were on a plane to South America. Perhaps Bullseye got his wish. Perhaps he let Bullseye get buried in New York on Friday morning, while he got a chance to start a new life.
Perhaps. But we'll never know for sure...
THE END