Noir Car, Episode 12

What broke through? What broke through? What broke through was an excellent intellect gone bad from too many stockyard beatings, bartender's your only friend, but still, he knows he didn't do this. He may have killed a man or two, but not directly, not with the icecracker tip of an ice pick poke poke. He might, once in a while, be known for fluttering around town on the back of the blackout butterfly but not this. His tormentors tortured his tired frame until he vanished vaulting over his lumpy and bruised cerebrum into the darkness of his reptile mind, incidentally the most highly cultivated part of his once-nimble brain, and then they did something bad? Or did he do it himself? The blood on his hands met the red of his bloodshot eyes and made friends, howdyado, you're guilty.

Doubt at the thought of lost hours. Killing hours? Or are they dying hours? Might as well be manacled to the floor, jack, cause you're not getting out of this one if those sirens have anything to scream about it.

TO BE CONTINUED
this episode written by Matt Fontaine