The Path for Immortality

Alarms rising from police cars, they formed a circle to shield themselves from the public's aggressive curiosity, which is the police actually afraid of. Rain, striking people with its fierce drops, it's eager to break through barriers named umbrella, it kept attempting doing so, hitting the barrier, but the only existence it hit was a corpse, also the ground if it insisted, owing to the fact it spentplenty of time wetting it. The Chief, with the other officers standing around the body, held black umbrellas to better observe the body, he thought the body was staring at him, dying to unfold some intolerable secrets to him, some really devastating that could kill his career. The Chief, looked up, ignoring other officers whispering to each other with absolute nonsense. He longed for the rain to give him some solutions. Instead, the rain was reluctant to tell, pouring down more drops to hide the words. The cars hated officers to take violence for granted and gossip privacy via alarms. Officers were tired of looking at the corpse, the only target they're aiming is to get back to their houses and have a light sleep due to their rest could be described as little to none, also the less pays and promotions were putting them at risk of a strike. They wished at this moment they're just as absent as the coroner, who's given the order to stay at a particular destination where nobody knows, even The Superior.

The corpse, whose name was Robert Turrison. An avenger intended to defend his own father whose treat was unjustified by The System in 1989, the case closed in an insulting way, making everybody who attended to the court turn into clowns. The Judge mocked Robert's father and his lawyer, whose true identity was a detective that had failed thirty-four cases since The Trial. The Chief was there also, he viewed the whole progress, sitting next to The Judge as a chief executer of System Protectors. He glanced his vision on Robert Turrison at that time, what he observed was a numb expression, a face painted with a color called despair. Back then it was the first year of Robert attending to university. The Chief raised his hand a little bit, a sign that others could get home, they saw the gesture they've been expecting all the time, with satisfaction and upcoming pleasure of break the rain gave them, got on the cars and left. However, The Chief did not leave, he and his ride stood still, as they two noticed a familiar figure from a distance: The Detective.

"It was quite some time after Rome's Doom, Mr. Kilberg." greeted by The Detective and his partner, The Lieutenant, also two umbrellas that assisted them alongside the heavy rain. The Detective was hooked by the corpse when his sharp eyes caught sight of it. He at first wondered why the corpse was unprocessed by the examiner, as soon as he went close, the answer became clear. "An illegal body, isn't it?" Simple question stroke up, The Chief nodded, seeing the reaction The Detective shook his head and crouched, feeling the corpse was pleading for him, without a single word to say, he coughed, The Lieutenant got hold of what The Detective meant, he grabbed the legs fast, dragging the corpse into their car, with The Detective following by. "What an assistant, I'd already given up my colleagues being reliable." Sighed by The Chief, "Wish you well, Paulo. Even though we're enemies." The Detective stopped aside the car as The Chief's words coming into his ears. "Yes, politics shaped us as enemies, and ordered you to murder Anton. Your only RELIABLE colleague, who's deserted by The System you always serve!"

The Chief found these words emotional, trying to fill him with a powerful sense of gulit, but The Chief had the so-called grit to process those basic emotions of mankind. He was sad when his Anton hanged in front of the steel gate, Anton himself confronted The System as an official System Protector seemed absurd to other officers, however, deep in The Chief' mind, Anton is a man of bravery and determination. The Chief saw the execution, Anton died with the highest dignity. While The Chief, he had to hide the thought, otherwise The Superior would come after him for a cup of black coffee that tastes much bitter than his life. The corpse was being buried by them, like what I did to Anton, I buried him in sneaky moves, under The Federal's eyes. The Chief thought to himself, sour smile upon his old face.

The Lieutenant drove their way to the graveyard northwest to the church relic, since Robert Turrison was the only loyal Christian in the country which executed the God and officially declared his death. In the name of Federal Government, materialism broke out a war with idealism, which lasts decades until tiny nuclear-charged assault rifles stepped on the stage. Nuclear Physics Scientists Association assisted by The Federals and The Superior stroke those idealists and Christians, they bombed the churches into ancient relics, tore down the statues of revolutionary figures like scattered jigsaw puzzles, executed them at damaged walls with bolt action rifles that were produced in The Great War, the rifles made hundred years ago were still functional, the executioners chose them due to The President’s respect to history. The Lieutenant, however, was carrying one. In the end of Civil War, The Judgment Day came, The National Workingmen's Union warned The President Lotnikov, denouncing that what he had done during the war would vanish his existence, and prison him in The Void. The President, however, is a faithful materialist, he arrested every member, strangled their legs and arms, making these limbs deoxynated to necrosis, and offered them rocks for meals, which broke their teeth. The leader watched the torment, pleading for his own survival, The President agreed the idea, bullet blasted him in the skull, for fear of torture which The President Lotnikiv called "Glory of Revolution". At that moment, The Lieutenant was a camp guard, he witnessed the torment, the leader's death, and the cold sight reflected in The President's eyes. Diving through the deep ocean named memories they arrived at the destination, The Detective and The Lieutenant packaged the corpse enduring the disastrous smell and dug out a hole to put him down. For an illegal body, they couldn't offer a gravestone, thus finished the work less detailed, they rushed to the car to avoid drone surveillance and Shadow Cops. "I guess that's it, Angmus. Rest in peace, Mr. Turrison." Said The Detective, his eyes were flushed with disappointment. The Lieutenant stayed silent, he didn't know what to state a judgment in such a circumstance, just to bless in the heart respectfully.

Rain, still being active. They returned to the bar, seeing Krilov waving his hand, greeting them with a pleased smile, with a glass of whiskey on the other hand indicated a little bit of drunkenness. The Detective and his partner came to him, ordered two glasses of beer. They three regarded it a symbol of discussions that were about to unveil.

"A fallen man, looks like a suicide." The Detective opened his mouth first, after a first sip of beer.

"I saw the shield consists of vehicles and cops, that's kind of weakened protection." Krilov lit a cigarette, looking straight at The Detective.

"Vague moves, it drew the public's attention." The Detective responded, and continued. "Too sad they have run out of worries, under rifles and bombs."

"A sign of power, their purposefulness." Krilov explained, even though The Detective knew the fact.

“Any other new findings, Paulo?” Krilov continued his questions, awaiting the dark and imaginary wisdom aroused by The Detective.

“Maybe, it’s a murder that actually packed as suicide. Just my speculations, nothing more.” The Detective showed his intrigue to Krilov, apparently, he’s heard about that boring sentence a million times, which always flooded him with ominous feelings.

“Another broken or governmental-controlled case, I guess.”  A critical sigh by Krilov, he’s thinking about marking the thirty-fifth failure of The Detective.

The Lieutenant remained silent, a victim of Rome's Doom, he drank to give them responses. The Detective poured him another glass, modified conversations restricted speaking capability of The Lieutenant, he had to follow silence. As Krilov started to smoke, thick fog covered the sight of The Detective, his vision became vague, then the image all of a sudden showed blurry figures, The Detective narrowed down his eyelids, he saw The Chief, and The Captain sitting around the table, drinking coffee. "senseless actions, a simple revenge eventually turned into political propaganda." Voice coming from The Captain, somehow The Detective felt he's staring at him. "The young man's corrupted, which's a destined consequence, his father's judgment was merely a fuse." The deep voice could be identified as The Chief, this time The Detective felt he's close to his right ear, even the air he’s breathing out seemed realistic, words became sharp when he heard "fuse". The Detective vaguely wanted to reject the opinion that politics made Robert's mind decay. He flapped away those smoke and calmed himself down with more beer to fill his mind with an instinct of urinating. Krilov and The Lieutenant noticed his anxiety, decided to drink with silence. The bar currently became noisy owing to their realization of other customers chatting to reduce fatigue after a day's exhaustion from repeatable work.

The Captain, stepped his way to the office, he knocked the door to observe The Chief's reaction. As expected, a slow, numb, and irritable feel behind the door was conducted to The Captain, which was a great satisfaction for him. The Chief opened the door, desperately wishing it's not a topic on Robert Turrison, because he hated persistence grown inside of The Captain, he couldn't find a proper way to suppress that nature for its assistance was over the downside in the whole team. The Captain started the complaints about pays and promotions to lure The Chief into intended dialogues but in vain, he’s staring at The Captain as sarcasm. The Captain saw that furious sight, left a clownish smile, then eventually brought up the topic which The Chief felt exhausted to mention, as if he already knew the result. However, a question came up astonished The Chief. "Why you made the murder scene a suicidal event? " Words spoken out like a dagger stabbed The Chief's failing heart. The Captain originally thought awaiting his reply would be in vain, as The Chief would constantly waste his time and eventually produce muffled responses. In contrast to what The Captain was expecting, The Chief opened his dry lips:

"He murdered Anton, indirectly."

Hearing this, The Captain left slightly surprised reactions owing to a quick answer The Chief provided, not the answer itself, since he already figured out the intention derived from personal hatred of The Chief before he spoke. This was something even The Detective couldn't figure out, who considered The Chief was responsible for Anton's doom, as for Robert, it was merely a political demand, while The Captain had another view. Whoever took out their opinions, The Chief differed the response, which made the final answer vague and blurry. The Captain initially suspected the answer, but he captured the emotion, a furious, or even devastating matter burst inside of The Chief. "Finally some true thoughts." Replied by The Captain, he found out this conversation was too weak to move on, he left to give The Chief some personal space to digest the complex feelings. The Captain went outside, looking at rain drops, lit a cigarette, smoke freed from the burning tobacco, a vision showed up in front of The Captain, it's The Detective and The Lieutenant, seemed like they're chilling, but none of whom were talking, The Detective felt the must to open the mouth to say something, but whatever he said, The Lieutenant kept shut, no actual cure to situational aphasia, The Detective once took The Lieutenant to do a CT scan, the result showed negative findings, even the doctor couldn't explain. Before Rome's Doom, The Lieutenant was a talkative one, which could be considered a possible reason why The Lieutenant developed aphasia. The Detective heard about Broca's Aphasia based on brain damage, but that couldn't explain this phenomenon. He had to internalize the ideas about Robert, also due to Krilov was already drunk.

Robert Turrison, just like his father, Samuf Turrison, a silent person, pressures wrath to consume his sanity. Days, months, and years, Robert Turrison hides fury, converts insanity into false sanity, which he calls "Pseudosanity". He utilized the ability to execute with cruelty, reaching his target without considering the cost, this horror originated from inside got him rejected from university for inappropriate mental status demand and confusing actions thus joined The Revolutionary, the leader saw his potential, took it as a precious chance, he kept talking to Robert it's The System that ruined his father and his career, Robert believed in what the leader said, he was deeply affected ever since he witnessed the unfair trial, how black box politics made people silent. Robert Turrison, joined The Revolutionary, applied as The Undercover. He used to be silent under masked social force for decades, The Trial, National Strike, Civil War, and Post-Authoritarian Politics. Now The Underground Revolutionary, Robert grabbed his opportunities tightly, he decided to roar, which shocked The Detective at last, where he's found dead in the middle of the street, surrounded by The Chief and his shooters. At dusk, Robert was walking along the street, rain stroke his hoodie, and bullet coming out of nowhere charged into his chest, It was The Chief, hiding in the shadow. No policemen was out until very late, a citizen noticed the body and called the police, thus The Chief updated his order, officers driving cars, alarming the whole city, surrounded the corpse, and threaten the citizen away. The Chief saw the situation was going as planned, he went close and observed the incident or vengeance he took pride in, a bitter but satisfied smile appeared upon his face at the very first time. The Detective alongside The Lieutenant, at the corner, witnessed the whole process, they regarded the incident a political murder, but hadn't taken personal revenge into consideration. Fog was intended to be thicker to confuse The Detective, a man who failed thirty-four cases after The Trial led the lead to another suspect died months earlier: Christian Milton, a doctor who connected Robert Turrison to Antonio Van Diemen, also responsible for their deaths.