A Usual Suspect II

Gabriel didn't want to do this. He hated this. He had to literally destroy himself to become a Mu-Dang, a shaman. He had to forget who he was... erase his face and soul and become one with a part of his consciousness that was intuned to the truth in reality. He had to hit rock bottom and then forget.

"Gabriel, do you remember Francis?"

There she was in front of him. He could have cried tears of joy. She was so beautiful and perfect to him.

Trisha shot her in the head:
"Do what you were destined to do."

Gabriel wanted to cry so hard. He didn't want to do anything anymore. She was the reason for him living. What was the point of life anymore?

"We could bring her back to life again," Trisha stated.

"How?"
"She has some time," she stated, "We have the best surgeons in the world."

Gabriel began to run madly, as fast as he could. He was running through space. It felt unreal. Then he heard, "He's James Bond. Let's kill him."

"Your job is to discover the code that will launch a North Korean nuclear bomb in one hour."

How the fuck was he going to do this? Who the fuck cared if a nuke was going to be launched in one hour?

He found a building. Inside, he found Francis. She had been cleaned. The bullet, the bullet inside of her head.

"How are you going to save her?"
"We'll try our best."

He saw others who had been shot. They were going to operate on them also.

How could Trish kill Francis? He was crumbling inside. The world sucked. He hated everyone.

He ran out the building. Running and running and running, he thought about the Moonies and the interracial marriages. He thought about the LSD they used and their druggy son, then, he thought about the North Korean dictator. Then, his soul was lifted, laundered by the souls of Mu-Dang from North and South Korea.