But hey man, I was framed

I know what this looks like, officers

Please just give me one minute

I think I can explain

I ain't murdered nobody

I know these words are so nutty

But I'm just here to entertain

How come your shirt is so bloody?

There's a missing person, so what? He's

Got nothin' to do with me

I'm almost certain I was framed

~ Eminem ( Framed )

1

" Get in there!!" she screamed, Ryan who was confused and scared hesitated, " When did I get here?" he asked, " Just get inside" said Beth, she was pointing a gun at him, she was acting strong and bold but Ryan could see she was scared, but he was handcuffed. He began walking, question were beginning to form in his mind, ' Why was I here?', ' In the bathtub?, Why do I feel so weak?' he thought, he took another step and a flare of pain went at his back of the neck, Ryan cursed, " Please... can you tell me, how did I get here?" he asked, his facial expressions were different this time, they were worried, scared and sad, Beth saw this, ' I can't do this... I can't... but...' she thought, Ryan was sure this would work. Facial Expressions often indicate intimacy and therefore a trustable heart, meaning, our own facial expressions also play a role in gaining trust of a person, he thought of the lecture he had given on it, " See.... When you frown, the person in front of you immediately begins questioning himself or herself, because it is a natural tendency of Human being to think to imagine, I'll tell you this, Most of the people on this planet, either lie or just assume that what they are saying is true, we never actually verify our statements we just say them but if I tell you that 'I am going to kill someone' but I tell that to you with a straight face" he makes a straight face, " It's not very convincing and most of you won't believe it, but if I tell you that,' I'll kill someone' with a serious face or a smiling face it convinces most of you, so that's the trick" he explained. Now the trick had worked on this woman because, Ryan could feel her hand begin to loose, he turned towards her, " Tell me, if you don't I'll keep on asking it" he said, She hesitated for a moment, then said, " You will put Amy's life in danger and I can't let you do that", He looked at her in disapproval, " HOW?.." he asked, She pinned the gun on his neck, " MOVE NOW!!" she said.

They went down the building, Ryan feared that something was going wrong, ' If this woman was a cop, where are her friends? colleagues? Something was wrong..' he thought, she pushed him aside there was no one in the basement of the parking lot, A red coloured Mazda RX8 was standing in there, " Such a good car for county officer?" he said, " Shut up" she replied. She opened the door for the car and then she heard it, fear crept inside her, ' No, no, this shouldn't happen' she thought, She was freaking out. Ryan could see whatever her plan was, it was doomed now, he smirked at her, she made him get out of the car, " Go in there.." she said, and looked out towards the gate, Ryan was perplexed, " What?" he said, " I said get in there" she replied annoyingly, " Oh, you...." she pushed him inside the trunk of the car, " Stay in there" she said, but Ryan instantly began to move, " LET ME GO!!, HELP!!" he began to shout, She got scared, " There is only one option for you..." she said, she bent down and removed a syringe, " Sleep now" she injected the syringe inside his left arm, Ryan still began protesting, but he soon got weak and dizzy, things began revolving around him, he fell down on the trunk and it closed, but before closing, through faint light, Ryan could see another syringe, it had a symbol of a laughing clown.

2

"Bloody Hell!!" Shrieked Amy as a car passed her, she was driving towards the F.B.IHeadquarters, she had said to Beth that she'll be driving home but her thoughts never left Ryan, ' That dreadful, awful cry of help, how can someone forget that?' she thought. After about an hour she reached her destination, " I need to speak to the officer handling a case, I have important evidence" she said to guard at the gate, the guard had made her write her Full name, her car number, her address, her phone number and finally checked her car, finishing this he motioned another guard to lift the barrier and let her pass, she drove to parking lot and got out, as she was getting inside, two male officers rushed past her, " BOLO out, yes, a black Chevrolet Sub-urban" said one officer, if she had any interest in car's this case would have solved even quicker but she just ignored them and move towards the visitor section.

She moved inside, with a visitor card hanging from her breast pocket, taking the lift, as told by the person giving the card, she moved up and arrived at the F.B.I office, it was fully equipped, with lots of light and spacious room, noise of telephones chirping and ringing all the way round, " Can I help you, ma'am?" someone asked, she turned towards the person, a short woman, wearing white clothes whit a pin attached to her naming Anita, " Huh?", she smiled and said again, " Can I help you with anything, ma'am", " Uh...no...actually yes, I need to speak to the detective handling the Morgan Fischer case" she said, ' Why was I hesitating?' she thought, Anita looked quite confused, " Can you give me a name? which detective?" she asked, Amy looked at her in surprise, but she also saw Anita had a mop and a bucket, " I need to speak to..." she began looking around, trying to find a person, a person who could know anything about the case, "... that person, the one over there" she said, pointing a man, with short trimmed haircut, tall and muscular body, he looked kind of the person to know everything, Anita nodded and motioned her to sit in the visitor's lobby.

It was getting cold, the air conditioners were centralised, ' No wonder these guys wear coats' she thought and huddled herself together, The man whom she pointed came to the lobby, " You said you know about Morgan Fischer?" he asked, Amy noticed, he is fine, his physic is good, almost charming. " Miss.." he said again, " Uh... no... I know nothing about the dead man but I have something about Ryan Holster" she said, He nodded and motioned her inside, they sat down on chairs, it was a desk, the place was very open and wide, " So, What do you know about Ryan Holster?" he asked, Amy hesitated, her next words shoulder be said with very care, " I got a phone call from an unknown number..." and on her story went, the officer noted down the some points.

After she was finished, " Well, you have been very helpful miss..." he looked at the her, " Amanda, Amanda cooper" she said, " Well you have been very helpful Amanda, my name is Andrew" he said, he gave her a card, " Contact us if you get anything else, it will be helpful" he said, she got up and suddenly she heard two woman chattering, " But, agent Grace, his conditions weren't matching" said a thin woman, she had long black hair, round spectacles and petite body, net to her was a fit woman, red hair and long face, " I know that, but I can't take any action until my boss arrives" said Agent Grace, " What's the matter?" asked Andrew, " Nothing just, Charlotte." said Grace, " Agent Andrew, believe me, I checked his blood pulses and heart rate and I also went through the recording of the interview and I am positive that Ryan Holster is innocent" said Charlotte with a strain on her voice, Amy was startled, " Look, Charlotte we can't assume that from a test, tests can be faked and mis-directed" said Andrew, " Yes but these are clearly laboratory conditions..." started Charlotte but she was cut of by Andrew, " Listen... you can tell about it during the further briefing on the case okay.... when Victor and Special Agent Larson arrives" he said, Charlotte nodded her head and moved out, Amy followed her, " Hey" she said, charlotte turned around, " Yes", " Why do you think Ryan Holster is innocent?" said Amy, " I-I- I can't tell you that, Who are you?" said Charlotte, " Oh, sorry of me, I am Amanda Cooper, Psychology teacher at Stanford, I taught with Ryan, he is a friend of mine" she said with a quite smile, Charlotte saw this, " He has interest in you and you have interest in him, Don't you?" she said, Amy looked surprised, but then it occurred, 'Ofcourse, she is psychologist dammit Amy' she thought, " Well yes, somewhat" said Amy, " Now he has a girlfriend" muttered Charlotte, " What?" said Amy, " Nothing, uh... well you see Ryan's heart rate and blood pressure all seem/ to be well controlled and his talks and actions during the inquiry weren't at all purposeful, they were manually created, I think Ryan Holster is being controlled by a Virus" Said Charlotte, with a worried look.

3

It was Hot. Too damn hot for a local search, Special Agent Rachel Larson was sweating down to her pants, ' It's too much' thought Rachel. They had began a search for Ryan as soon as he left the F.B.I headquarters, they had found that the car had crashed on the ground, ' That was bound to happen, that guy was most certainly out of his mind' she thought, They had found the car but there was no body inside, forming up ideas they thought about searching the local areas, She with Agent Ronald Fredrick and Victor Bachman had started to ask around, soon they reached, The Gardens, the building in which Amy lived, she showed her batch to the security and they entered, she had called for back up incase he tried to move before them, the reached the basement parking, and got out, Rachel shrugged her hair and removed her Sunglasses, she was sweating even in A/C, they walked, " You guys go to that building, me and Victor will take this one" she said and they separated, She passed a Red coloured Mazda RX8, ' Cool car' she thought, she gave it a look and moved on, they began for asking about Ryan showing his picture, but apparently, the society had kept a council meeting and everyone was inside the auditorium, still She insisted that if they heard any unusual sounds or unusual people.

There was a lot on Rachel's mind, Maybe Ryan was involved in some kind of Drug mafia gang or maybe He was a common Psychopath or maybe he was a hired assassin, but neither of them indicated his innocence and secretly Rachel was sure this guy was a major Psychopath, like the slaughterhouse like Psychopath. They moved on the Third floor, after asking a few people, they came to the flat number 347. Amy's Flat.

Rachel was going to knock on the door but it was ajar, Rachel was this, her eyes widened, ' Oh my god, is he here? or was he Here?' she thought, there was something terrible about this man, something that quite didn't fit, but Rachel had waved this thought out of her head, thinking,' All Psycho are like that' , She motioned Victor to come here, they both had their guns out, alarmed and alert, they moved towards the door, it was broken opened, Victor pushed the door and they both screamed out loud, " F.B.I!!!! DON'T MOVE!!!" and another sound overlapped them, " POLICE!!! DON'T MOVE!!".

Both of the parties hard their gun out, Rachel saw a woman, Tall, white with blonde hair tied up, She showed her the batch, " F.B.I" she said, " County Officer" said the woman, she came towards Rachel. " Officer Elizabeth Newman, I got a distress call from here" she said, " Special Agent Rachel Larson, this is Victor Bachman, How did you get a distress call?" asked Rachel, " I don't know, Some man said he needed help and I came up here and found the door broke opened, so I started inspecting the place" said Beth, a bead of sweat formed on her backside of head, " Well, where is your team?" asked Rachel, " They are on their way..." started Beth, " Uh, No, this is an F.B.I crime scene, we are taking over the case for the reason that Ryan Holster a suspect might have used this flat" said Rachel, " Sure" said Beth and she moved out, Rachel called everybody else and they began searching for any kind of evidence.

4

That was a very close call for Beth, ' I might have got captured' she thought, she was sweating, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and moved towards her car or rather the car provided to her, she had never driven this fantasy, but when time comes with trouble, you need to have the best equipment in hand, she got into the car and drove down, still not able to believe her grand escape, ' This is all for Amy' she recalled the voice she had heard on the phone, muffled voice. she went toward the beach, as instructed and stopped, it was almost evening now after 2 hours of driving to Malibu beach, she went out a stretched, the sleeping Ryan in her trunk didn't move, It was a strong dose.

She called the number again, it rang for sometime and then it was picked up, " Password" said the voice, it was a deep voice, voice of a man, Beth thought and said, " Joker", " Do you have him?" asked the voice, " Y-yes" she said, " What were his symptoms?" the voice commanded, " He looked normal, no stare" she said, " This is surely for Amy's safety right?" asked Beth again, " Ofcourse it is, Elizabeth this all for her, didn't you see the terror this man could be, the vaccine can only control it, did you give the vaccine to him?" said the voice, " No." said Beth, " Very well wake him up and give the vaccine..."; " what should I tell him?"; " You tell him that, he will find the answers at the white house". Beth trembled, " Okay" she said, " Believe me Beth, this is all for Amy" said the voice and it hung up.

Beth moved at the back of the car, she popped open the rear trunk and removed another injection, ' Adrenaline' it said, She injected it and after a minute Ryan Holster woke up to the cold beach wind on his face, his face was dull, worn out of energy, She quickly placed a ticket inside his pocket, and injected the injection with the symbol of a clown on it and whispered " You will find the answers at the White House" with this she threw him over the sand, this triggered his emotions, he got hurt and this made him angry, " YOU WOMAN you COME HERE!!" he said, his voice was very hoarse again and ascended and descended at times, Beth didn't turn back and drove away.

Ryan stood on the beach smiling foolishly and hobble walking on the road. Yes, indeed, the monster had risen again and this time it's target, The White House.