A Tale of Two Snakes

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Chapter 25: Sango

Sango (Esperanto) = Blood

Forsythe Pendleton Jones the second was lying in the prison cell. His eyes were closed.

He stopped thinking about his fate, because he knew all about it. After the confession, the next thing would be his trial. Then there will be punishment, rather severe.....

His trail of thought shattered with the sound of gate opening.

He opened his eyes and saw a deputy entering the corridor.

"You got a visitor, Jones." the deputy said. Then he looked at the door.

"Come in kid." He said.

"I do not want to meet anybody. I told the sheriff so.", F.P said, a little bit harshly.

"Oh, but you will meet him. The sheriff ordered me so."

F.P looked at the door. He expected Jughead or Archie or may be Cheryl Blossom. But he literally did not expect him in the morning.

From the door, he saw a wheelchair coming towards him. A Hispanic boy was sitting on it.

He recognised the boy. The kid was Jughead's school friend. He came to his trailer with his son and the younger Cooper girl. But what was he doing here?

"Ok, I am leaving you two. You have five minutes." The deputy left the room.

"Listen up kid; I don't have any business..." F.P started talking, but the boy interrupted him.

"It's Miguel, Mr Jones.", His voice was calm, and calculating.

"Whatever it is, I still do not have any business with you. Now I suggest that you leave this place. The company of a murderer is not good for a kid like you."

He was turning to the wall when he heard the kid's voice.

"But I could not see a killer in front of me. I see a father, who took a false blame on himself. But what prompted him to do so? After all, one can only take a false murder charge on him if there was something equally greater at stake? Now what would be it?"

F.P felt that he was struck with lightning. He turned towards the boy, who was still speaking.

"Will it be blood? After all one can do anything for his blood, no matter how noble or how vile it will be. Clifford Blossom threatened you with Jughead's life, isn't it?"

"Now listen kid..." F.P somehow mastered his voice, " I don't know how do you cooked such a story, but it's all a fantasy. I confessed to the cops, and I will face a trial in the court. Stop making those shitty stories, and go home."

"Jughead is lucky to have you as a dad. You said that I am making silly stories. But Mr Jones, while we are having this chat, Jughead and the others are showing the basement video to the sheriff. So, my 'silly story' is actually the bloody truth." Miguel smirked.

F.P could not hold it anymore.

"Joaquin got you the jacket, doesn't he?" He whispered.

"He ran away after Mustang's death. But he gave us your contingency plan, Mr Jones."

"The time's up.", suddenly they heard a new voice. Both of them turned to the door and saw Sheriff Keller standing there.

"Miguel, you should go now. I will deal with you later, Jones." He said.

Miguel silently nodded. Then he looked at F.P.

"Life gave you a second chance Mr. Jones. Don't mess it up. Be the father that Jughead needs. Please." Miguel slowly turned to the door. His wheelchair silently left the room.

Sheriff Keller looked at the dispersing figure of the wheelchair bound boy. Then he looked at the man behind the bar.

F.P.Jones was looking at the door. For the first time, Keller saw tears in his eyes.

"But this is bullshit!!!" Jughead banged his fist on the table.

"My father did not kill Jason, and you are still framing him. What is the problem with you?" He shouted to the sheriff.

"Your father is still guilty of perjury and tampering with evidence. These are still criminal offence." Tom Keller said in a tired voice. His mind was literally messed up after finding the murderer.

A father shot his own son.

Now here was another son in front of him, who was fighting for his father. That father took false murder blame on his head for his son.

"I could do nothing to help you, Jughead. I suggest that you get a good lawyer." Tom said.

Jughead looked at him with angry eyes. Archie was standing beside him, trying to comfort his friend. Johnny and Miguel left the police station after the kid's small meeting with F.P. Now only Jughead, Archie, Betty, Veronica and Kevin were there.

"Dad, there must be something that you could do.", Kevin pleaded to his father.

"There is nothing I could do, son. Now the entire matter is in court's hand." Keller said. Then he heard his phone beeping. He picked up his phone. A deputy was on the opposite side, who informed him that the arrest warrant was ready.

Tom Keller stood up and checked his gun.

"Well, time to make a visit to Clifford Blossom.", He said.

The black challenger was moving from the police station. Johnny and Miguel were inside it.

"I still cannot believe that bastard killed his own son." Johnny angrily muttered. Miguel was silent beside him.

"I am a bad father. I was not there with my son. But this man killed his own flesh and blood. Why? The boy loved a girl. He wanted to be with her. He was killed for that."

"Is there any news of Robby, sensei?" Miguel asked in a low voice.

"No. The police are looking for him. I just hope that they find him soon. I miss him, miss him badly. My life was a mess. I tried to clear it, but it again messed up."

"I messed up, sensei. It's my fault." Miguel said.

Johnny pressed the brake so hard that the car trembled violently. He looked at Miguel.

"Don't blame yourself, kid. You are just a young boy. Kids make mistakes in your age. I made too. But, I failed as your sensei. My coaching has made you exactly that thing which I hate. Then Kreese messed it all again. But past is past. We must not stick in the cement, remember Diaz?"

Miguel smiled.

"I am hungry sensei; let's go to Pop Tate's diner and grab a bite."

Johnny turned his car towards the road of the diner. He was silently driving when he heard Miguel's voice again.

"You should start practicing again, sensei."

Johnny did not say anything, just drove the car.

"I mean it, sensei. You without karate is like a fish out of water. Karate is not the cause for all of this mess. You should think about it."

Johnny was silent. In his mind, the conversation he had with Kevin was running like a movie.

"The last time I taught karate, a lot of bad things happened.", He muttered. It was in a low voice, but Miguel heard it clearly.

"You are wrong, sensei. I don't let you destroy yourself again There are people who needs the skill of Johnny Lawrence.", Miguel thought to himself.

They silently ate their food in the diner and went to their home. Both were waiting for the effect when the news of Clifford Blossom's arrest for murdering his own son would be public.

At the same time, Clifford Blossom was walking towards the barn in his house.

Exactly five minutes ago, his mole inside the police department send him a text. The police got the proof of his crime. His arrest warrant was ready. Now, the sheriff was coming to get him.

He knew that he had no way to escape, except.....

Inside the barn, he saw a large, fat rope. He took it in his hand.

There was a ladder in the barn too.

Perfect. Everything he needed was right in front of him.

The beam in the ceiling should do the job, he thought.

He must hurry now. The police would be here in any moment.....

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