The Watch – Part 48:

He didn’t look too disappointed being thrown in jail. I was uneasy the entire time he walked down the corridor and into his cell. I wanted to ask him what was going to happen, but I knew he wouldn’t talk. I hate the idea of having to wait for something to happen, even though there is a strong possibility that nothing will.

I can’t let him get into my head, but I’m afraid that he already has. He sensed my erratic thoughts and smiled, waved and then turned his back on me before walking into his cell, climbing onto the top bunk of the bed and settling down, with his hands under his head.

Never in the history of bad guys getting caught is it ever easy. There is always a reason why they were allowed to get caught so easily. Always. Whenever I see one of the characters in a crime drama getting arrested, it’s predictable that they actually wanted to be arrested for a reason. I wanted them to change it somehow, but now that I’ve seen it happen in real life, I doubt that will happen any time soon.

He is one evil son of a…

‘I would like to congratulate you for what you have done,’ one of the officers said, walking up to me and standing beside me. I put on a pair of sunglasses to keep my secret identity hidden so that no one will be able to notice me when I take them off. Hey, it worked for Superman, so why shouldn’t it work for me, except it’s the other way around, like every other superhero ever. I looked at the Officer's name tag and read, 'Lenny'.

‘Just doing my job,’ I said, watching Sebastian laying on his back. He obviously wouldn’t want to be caught doing something, so he is going to wait until the coast is clear before doing whatever he has up his sleeve.

‘So, what do we call you?’ he asked. Is the Officer asking for what I call myself when dressed like this, or my actual name? If he’s asking for my actual name, then surely he knows that I can’t tell him that for fear that he’ll spread it about to as many people as he can, and then they would do the same. And as for my other name, I don’t have one.

‘I don’t have a name just yet,’ I said truthfully. ‘I’ve only just started. Never thought I would need one, to be honest.’

‘You didn’t think what to call yourself before you decided to pursue this lifestyle?’ he asked me. Good question. How do I answer that?

‘I never thought I would actually be doing this,’ I said again truthfully. That was a good answer, if I do say so myself. Why am I suddenly being interviewed? Well, I guess it does make sense.

‘Oh, I see,’ he said. Whatever he saw, I most defiantly didn’t see it, ‘you got your powers through an accident and so you decided to just leap into all this hero stuff and then come up with a name as time goes on,’ he said.

‘Strangely,’ I couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘you’re not far off from the truth on that one. You’ve been reading too many comic books.'

‘And don’t I know it,’ he smiled. ‘Come on, I had better get back to my office. I have a few pieces of paperwork to do before I can leave work tonight and I hope to do it before it gets too late. I don’t want a repeat of last night. My wife will kill me if I’m late again.’

‘I’ll see you around,’ I said before flying off into the evening sun. I was surprised there weren’t a swarm of people wanting to get an interview from me. Instead, there were a few surprised glances followed by them doing their job. Only one person came and asked questions. I guess once you’ve got a job to do, you do it. I was a little pleased there weren’t any reporters about. I really would have been trampled if they were here, so I guess that's a good thing. I wasn’t sure what that police officer will do, but I have a feeling it involves alerting the country that the crazy super villain is now locked behind bars.

I flew for miles and miles, just letting the feeling of a good day’s work flow through me. I kept to a reasonable height: Hidden by the clouds. I made sure that I could see the ground below me as well. I didn’t care about where I was going, I just want to fly this way and that. I did notice that I was flying over a couple of rivers and beaches and even a fair few lakes before I realised that I was in another country altogether. When I saw some French writing, I decided to turn back and head home.

The notion that Sebastian has something up his sleeve was still kicking the back of my head.

I changed my mind. Instead of going home, I would head towards Sebastian’s headquarters and check it out properly. There may be some kind of clue as to what might happen, and if there isn’t anything, I can put this whole thing to bed and move on.

Changing direction and heading off to the right, I flew as fast as I could towards the massively tall, black windowed skyscraper that sat ominously in the middle of nowhere, just waiting for some kind of activity. I landed in front of its doors. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary from here, but then again, I am just outside its front doors. The real danger could very well be inside. Remembering from last time just how tough the protection around this building is, I knew that I would have to put a lot of strength in attempting to get inside. But the doors opened simply, as if I was expected. This most certainly did not feel good at all.

I stepped inside. Nothing. Complete quietness.

Then the building began to shake…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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