"Are you sure this is what you want, son?" The old man had a look in his eyes, as if he actually cared. Jared turned away. Of course the man didn't care about him... no one ever cared about him. He had to be faking it.

"Get moving." Jared nodded his head to the door, gun still pointed at the old man.

The man turned and walked confidently, as if he didn't have anything to fear. Jared didn't know if he should be insulted or impressed. As it stood, he was a little of both.

He followed the man outside and into the alley behind the bank. As he had asked, the police cleared the area, giving him room to escape. Jared looked in every shadow, they probably left a cop or two behind. That's what they do... they lie. They all lie.

The old man stopped walking.

"Hey." Jared shook his gun. "I didn't say to stop."

"You don't need me anymore, son." The old man turned to face Jared and dropped to his knees, one at a time. "Make your choice. This is the turning point."

"Turning point?" Jared kept the gun up and pointed at the old man, but he dropped the duffel bag in his other hand. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Are you a good man?" The old man looked into Jared's eyes. His eyes were so earnest... almost as if he meant it...

No, Jared shook his head. This kind of thinking is what got him on the streets. What forced him to turn to crime. They all lied in the end.

"You don't want to find out buddy," Jared said. "Now get up. The car they left is on the other end of the alley."

The old man kept looking at Jared's eyes.

"Get up!" Jared yelled. He stepped forward, gun pressed against the man's skin. "Get the fuck up!"

The old man smiled back.

Jared's eyes widened. Why was he not scared? Jared had spent his life fearing the one with the gun, now that he had it, shouldn't he be feared?

"Fine." Jared lowered the gun and backed away. He began walking to the other end of the alley.

"Good choice, son." The old man's voice cause Jared to turn. He felt a tug on his arm, as the gun was pulled towards the old man, as if God himself grabbed it. "You don't need this anymore."

Jared's fingers slipped the grip and the old man held the gun. He crushed it in his hand.

"You..." Jared froze. "You... what are you?"

The old man just smiled.

"You could have done that from the start. You could have just killed me... But you didn't..."

The old man's eyes were heavy. "I don't know what kind of life you must have had, son. Not everyone is like that."

Jared ran out of the alley, towards the car. He forgot the duffel bag... too late to get it now. He saw the car there on the street, door open as he'd asked. Jumping in, Jared turned the key and began driving. Maybe they weren't all liars. Maybe-

The car stopped in the middle of the road. Jared scratched his head. He turned the key, but it didn't do anything. He stepped all the way on the gas. Nothing.

Men in blue uniforms began pouring out of every shadow, every hiding spot, towards Jared.

They lied.

"Out of the car, now!" One yelled.

They all lied.