"Well, this is unexpected," I calmly said little to no less shocked or horrified.
It is a miracle Nathan Mojo slipped passed by my hands, and if not, he would have felt the full force of what it really meant to be in agonising pain. The state he is in now is staggering. What was suppose to be an easy fix turned into something entirely different - Nathan Mojo is hereby, and is pronounced dead or at least he is.
There was silence in the room. In heat of the silence, Nathan's body Iies flat and unmoved on the floor mat. Dressed in his usual outfit - a black suit with an undershirt and a pair of cleanly tucked trousers - he seemed to be in the clear just before he died. What is shocking is that, there aren't any struggle. Even his limbs, there are no signs of brute force applied. It is rattling and bewildering. How did he really die then? All the clues point elsewhere and still nothing has been solved.
No matter, what's been done - is done. It will have to wait. All that matters right to this point is getting what I've come for, but since the plan changed so unexpectedly, a new alterior method will be used to extract information I need.
It would almost be as if I'm the one in the wrong, but is it so. For a long time, I've been up and down my head looking at every angles trying to find a way in. And just if all hope seemed lost, I've unexpectedly come across an opportunity - the opportunity I wasn't expecting, but the opportunity I'll be in for the taking. Like they say, you will never have a second chance.
Nathan's body was in the green zone, ready for extraction. However as I looked in closer, I noticed that he was facing the wrong way. Fixing it wasn't a problem, all I needed to do was just turn his back to face the front and his front to the back. Now clearly visible, his bare nape is what is needed.
I knelt on the opposite side next to his head. From there, I would stretch out one of my arm just for my palm to open wide, hovering near the nape as it cast a small shadow.
In response, I initiated my plan. My palm opened wide focused at the centre then began to spur out tiny squid like tentacles wriggling, and emerging simultaneously in unison.
The tentacles sipped slowly down onto the nape, mimicking the descending movements of rain droplets on a surface frame.
When one of the tentacle's tip reached the surface of the skin, it immediately burrowed into the membrane. And as small as these tentacles were, no blood or even an open wound appeared. It happened so quick that it mitigated it's absence. This followed on with the rest of the tentacles as a multitude of them dug deep into the skin.
The tentacles made their way into the nape, stretching deep, far and wide. Moving at an unsurprisingly steady phase, it was as if the tentacles had a mind of their own navigating a ship on treacherous high seas bound for land. It was not long, until the tentacles reached their final destination. Where they were in pursuit of a main nerve: One important nerve that would lead directly to the brain.
However, the job wasn't done yet. For one final adjustment, the tentacles tip then accelerated into hast, this time, a little unheard of. At the tip of every tentacles, at the centre, the tentacles were then divided into many more parts - more smaller, and more precious. Without hesitation no less, the main nerve then fused with the tentacles creeping like a handful of vines on a tree that creates an extended route. It was the final straw. This is one of there specificalty - the ability to traverse into one's own mind.
As it was finish, the tentacles sent a signal up to the origin - the being orchestrating all the decisions, here and there.
When the tentacles reached their mark, I felt my hand flinch hard. That was when I knew that it was time. For a momemt of relief, I though that this method wouldn't work. Although I've tried it on some occasions, some worked and, some not so much (Well, not all of them). It was a guessing game. It was whether it could work or not - a game of coin tossing if you may, and everytime, it always landed to no avail. But to my surprise, testing it again on Mojo, this time it was my 19th try and it worked. The hard part about this method is going through it, and hopefully I wish it stays consistent.
As I went with it, my eyes started to turn blurry as if a hazy white snow flake had entered my vision of sight (And it did, sort of). It was rather the effects of this ability. At the centre of my pupils, a white-milky amenity took place. It befell the vicinity - the pupils area - as it covers altogether, leaving no sight but only darkness.
There was this silence again. A silence between me and an endless void of the abysse. It was almost like the void of space. Lonely as such it harbored the exact opposite instead, and while I could still feel the slight change in the air and hear much no less, it was the darkness that imbued a different atmosphere.
But the darkness disappeared, when a glimmer of hope - a bright radiance of light - focused and payed attention, sought out to brace me in it's embrace. The quality of light displayed was extraordinary to a whole degree. It was something else. Meticulously preserved.
When the light paused, it opted me to cover my eyes. Viably connected, I was in Mojo's mind. And it felt like a dream having to see myself fully tangible, floating in the darkness, and being in the presence of a highly concentrated beam of light.
When the light opted to resume after a few seconds, the light rays acted weird. Instead of how I wanted it to play out, and pour into the darkness; the light rays retracted back to the source almost forming a spherical shape. However, it was incomplete. It could be called almost, but a situation emerged when the spherical light had a surge of spikes rapidly protruding outwards. Not long after, the spherical light then exploded with tremendous force, and with it, a film tape of memories unfolded - each memory concluding in order of time and age.
I saw everything that unfolded. From birth to present time.
What I wanted was just the specifics. Instead I was led into Mojo's memory-lane of experiences, throughout his youth, and he's adult years. Going through all his memory might look like a hassle, in retrospect, it was simply not the case as time is worked differently between both sides when using this ability: Where's the interior moves fast, the exterior slows down in default.
Looking at the guy's years, I experienced most of his bad side when he took the criminally deranged business. The number of unsettling and unprovocative list proved useful - yet unhelpful from a dead man. It also shaped my perspective on him.
This list included:
• Illegal smuggling of unlicensed firearms.
• Vandalism.
• Illegal Drug business and usage.
• Fake Propaganda.
• Bribes for Police.
• Child Labour.
• Prostitution.
• Illegal break and entry.
• Illegal property.
.....And so much more.
From the looks of it, the prodigy himself has been up to no good since the age of 17. At age 20, he joined the family business - more importantly his brother's business. The worst person himself: FERDINAND MO'JO.
Although, when he was 25, he left his brother's company due to some uncertain events that took place. Whatever those events were it seems I'm not able to see it. This unseen memories are painted in red which make it hard for a restored view. When I want to see how Nathan die too, that part seems to be fractured - shattered even to a million little pieces.
It begs the question: Was this not how he died or did someone set him up? If he was, how is he lying flat on the ground without a single clue to his death. The person that made this all possible must be really good at their work, and for good reason. If not, it would be otherwise.
As I scrolled through memory lane, the light within unexpectedly dimmed down. Slowly dwindling bit by bit. If I didn't know better, I'd say that Nathan's mind is beginning to shut down completely.
'No, not now.'
I then hurriedly skimmed with the remaining time I had. There was one final thing I wanted to find out. I needed to know, really. As I was about to get to that particular memory that wasn't fractured, it was my lucky day. Unfortunately, as fate saw it, I was completely hurled out of the way, the lights shrinking indefinitely and I with it sucked out of the mind.
It was then my eyes finally opened. My eyes clear from the hazy covering. And the tentacles on the nape, quickly retracted back at the palm of my hand.
'Damn it.'
The room was yet again, filled with silence.
~~~~~~
The cardboard droves gently open. Inside are a handful of equipment to go around for. There usage is for cleaning, and that use will be gifted to a not so generous dead body. Only thing remaining after going through the guy's brain contents.
It is a great hassle - painstaking it is - to get rid of a dead body that is right about now decaying of dead matter. The smell too, will only get worse if proper safety and health precautions aren't met.
In the cleaning room, I also found some good plastic wrappings. The right size for this type of disposables. It should be the best option.
Before I were to head off, I wore a pair of gloves. This was so not to place any sign of fingerprints if they - the police - were to ever find the body, and a scurf to block-off the stench.
After putting the body in, wrapped up to go. I began phase two. And that was to clean the room top notch and squeaky stainless, without any bad odour or left traces of evidence behind, laid scattered randomly. After a couple minutes the living room looked good as new.
Unbeknownst as I was cleaning, a hard knock erupted at the main door.
"Hello! Nathan, I know your there!" The voice screamed loudly while still knocking on the door profusely, "Come out YOU LYING PIGGGG!"
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
This person who was knocking at the front door, furiously banging nonestop seemed to have a migraine with Nathan. A lonely body stuffed into a bag - and is literally off the radar by anyone's standard of pure claim.
The more I wait to see what goes beyond the endless rambling between these walls, the more I recognise the very identity of this voice. Deep but surely changed to suit the exact tone wanted to convey this feelings, the voice also celebrates a quarter of softness and a thrilling vitality of youth. To a degree of pause, it lows down - it is but a femine enraged voice.
It then hits me on the head - the femine voice. It could just be her. The one person I've been seeing alongside Nathan whenever he has the time, and her when she desperately needs it. A girl who was so easily distracted by wimp of disparity, led her to ruins. As a last resort, she strives to pursue wherever Nathan is at.
This coincided with the memories I've deliberately obtained from Nathan's experience can mean only but her voice and identity. Besides, there is no other person so crude to hold on such a lost cause. Anything else, she is by far the most persistent.
Lanesra, the girl's name, has been out of her way visiting every place she could to contact Nathan. Due to circumstances and her sheer outstanding will, she has somehow found the man's home. I'm a bit surprised myself, if I'm not gonna lie. For many it would have been game over, instead the girl is built and qualified to stand at her own pace; even if those people were the one's that scammed her of her own title of property.
The man of the house is no more. If I wait to much it might get bad - so bad that she might suspect or even the police might due in fact arrive. The complications could also render my job hopeless; making it public and showing it to the enemy that I've come eradicate.
So for the time being, I'll play along. And since, Nathan and I do share some similar facial features, it couldn't hurt to get it over with.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I kindly questioned aloud.
Was it really a good idea though, presumably pretending to wage a conversation with whomever is outside the door as I waited for a response. For all I know, it could be just the neighbours.
Alas, I was wrong - the voice this time transformed from loud, to louder.
"W-....WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? IT'S LANESRA! WHY DON'T YOU JUST COME AND FACE ME COWARD, OR THE POLICE WILL HANDLE THIS!!!!!" Lanesra said in her enraged voice.
The moment she said police, the hair on my body stood - and with me I did too. It would be problematic if the police got into this scene. Not only was I gonna be put down like she wanted Nathan to be, it was going to happen to her as well - endangered - as the police weren't the public servants they were before. It is true that they enforce the law, but behind that is something way sinister. Like the business Nathan took about into his life, what he do is all connected: The higher the authority the business is; the higher the risk it will bring to the table.
I hurried to the door, stood there, and eyed her through the door lense. The first glimpse I saw it was really her - Lanesra Cleevano. It was indeed no doubt her.
As I eyed her through the lense again, I could make out the little details of her appearance. But the fact still remained - that she was the one. Apart from the casual dress she wore, the usual similarities remain all but the same. Smooth milky skin. Blonde straight hair. Emerald green eyes. Slim body and narrow shoulders. Above 5'5 inches in height. Frackles just below her eyes over her nose. And a cute nose.
Lanesra Cleevano was nothing short of what I'd be expecting. A women her age struggling to grip on to something that's been already lost, where she still insists otherwise, never backing down to foil her plans.
When I'm at the door, it was near time I reacted. Something isn't right. The moment she's here, it reeks of undistinguishable error.
"Nathan is not here. Go somewhere else," I followed up.
"Don't lie to me! I know your hiding there!?"
"Look. You've got the wrong house okay."
"Come out, or I'll call the police! Now!"
The second time I heard police I knew I needed to do something as soon as possible. It also bothered me to question myself. Why didn't Nathan handle her like any other man would do since he was working in the underworld market? People like him have more power than the literal politicians themselves. Maybe he wanted it to slide. Maybe he was grateful to see the pitiful determination of his victims trying so much in times of need. It really sickens me. His ideal lifestyle - all of what he made could have come to a better start, but because he was selfish and full of himself he was led astray acting out as if he was in the right.
What would Nathan do in a situation like this then? It was not long ago I was in Nathan's head. So thinking and behaviouring like him should do the trick in order to compel the lanesra girl to end her needless endeavours.
"You know, if you call the police, you know how things will turn out right," I quickly improvised my lines and acted like the asshole himself - speaking and sounding totally out of context, disregarded any human decency.
"W-What?" Her voice suddenly softened, frightened to her finger tips.
'Good it's working.'
I then continued and forwarded Nathan's good-for-nothing character, just for the time being.
"Like I said, if you call the police who are they gonna believe you or me, and besides we already know the answer to that. With the connections I have and the work I do, it seems as though your reach is dangling on a thin piece of thread.
"E..even, if..that's the case I'll-"
"You'll what huh....call your family again for help or wait I forget you don't have any. Your only help is your little pathetic self, that hinders others ways while you try to make the best of you. And for what.
"I-I"
"Nothhhhiiinggggggh! Get in the program! Your nothing to society, and what's there even to say you'll succeed hmmm."
"......."
"Yeah, just what I thought. It's better you turn back and retreat or else I'll have you arrested right here and there on this property causing disturbance by illegal entry."
'I do hate this, but it was for the best.'
I do feel bad for her but is it really the time to dwell on feeble emotions. Emotions that will lead to unnecessary additions, and subtract the discipline and dedication put into long years of hardship and pain. No it wouldn't be. This boat I've chosen must stay the same no matter the concluding circumstances. It is but a step to what my actual mission truly stands for - and that is to eliminate the blight that has long served and strained the society people live in. That includes her. What I do benefits all not the minority. It is a major issue I must tend to, and the hope I was passed on to by a dear loved friend. A comrade, perhaps.
After conversing with the girl with the most out of this world sentence I could come up with and how it is usually appreciated by the demon himself, I'd say it was the worst portrayed version of me acting like a dush bag.
I left to it as it was, and then a pause enstilled and enveloped both sides. I don't know if it was convincing. All that matters is that the noise is repelled, and the movement of mine resumes undisturbed.
From the other side, there was no words or any signs of calling. This was when I looked through the lense the third time, where I couldn't see not a single person standing at the front porch. It was likely a win-win. Victory no less.
But that was not until I heard a faint yet subtle mewl when I wanted to return back to where I was before, and do what I was up to - disposing a dead corpse.
I halted my steps. Standing like a statue out of place, I listened in and waited. The faint mewl sounded low pitched and innocent. It was as if someone was crying - and it was. By thus far, the girl I hoped to be rid off is whimpering; sobbing away as I hear her distant cry from afar.
Sob
Sob
Sob
"Please....that's all I have," the girl says, her voice ultimately molded into a more childish banter.
Was this a trick, perhaps? Was she being playful?
Her unforeseen swap of maddening outrage to maybe-teary expression felt overload and cheap, as opposed to this possibility, she made me think to myself in an ingenious manner.
Gained a few decibels, the cry from her voice reached new heights, added to my ears the variety of it's origin.
"Please it's all I have left.....I-I don't have anything left. Please I beg you."
At that moment a feeling unlike the cold lonely vibe pressed on my shoulders like never before, rushing through me like an endless flock of birds.
Throughout my years scouting out my targets why was this particular momemt so nostalgic (Yes I did hate the fact of emotions but) - this particular wail cry from this girl ruins what I've stood for, and yet, I feel both: sympathy and empathy. Two things I had the luxury of ever experiencing a long, long time ago.
Master said that emotions burden us. We should use only the relatively guided ways that embeds us to our natural goals, and not be strained by love and grief, that we must cement our discipline above all else and ask for nothing more than what we've got.
So am I the same.
This feeling although not directly rooted from my past as his student, is somewhat much longer than a life when I was trained. A life to where a houseless boy never had such a life - open to the world he strives everyday to make-ends-meets.
He, the boy, fully grown one day meets face-to-face with two eyes staring at him. He shared the same sentiment observing back. To him it was another boy like him, but this one was different. It had a feeble and slim body where it was covered in a rag. When the thought came to the boy standing there watching the less likely boy, he heard words. Words that whispered 'Help others, it was what I did before and surely you'll shall be rewarded.'
The boy faced these types of scenarios and he was like many of them who indeed, in fact, suffered. So he reached to the boy, leveraging his hand as close as he could.
But that was a story long past the limits of my own decisions I had sweared upon. Should it be still relevant up until now.
And yet, as I stall time, the cries from the other side kept on scrolling below the door. Maintained - regardless whether if I heard it or not.
'I should decide what to do and get it over with. Prolonged exposure will only get unbearably wasted.'
I look down on my hands.
'What am I best at?' I ask myself, 'Or rather what is Nathan good for.'
I turn tails and grab a pair of used clothes hanged on a nearby rake. It was a quick change inside a clear empty room: one white T-shirt, one black jeans.
I also had a ver messy long hair as well, so I improvised and picked a small rubber band using it to tie my hair.
"This will do." I bluntly complimented.
'Let's hope I'm not that weak.'
CHICK!
The door handle clicks.
Wide and behold, I clench my hand around the handle, turning it with a tight grip as I slowly pull the door.
~~~~~~
I thought my heart skipped a beat when I looked at her grand beauty. At first, I thought that it would take just a few minutes to get her over with and maybe persuade her. But right as it stands, I'm about 15 seconds in - not speaking thought. Like something had struck me when both of our eyes met and interlocked each other.
Even if she is crying like she is just next to the door, seated and leaning to the corner, sobbing her tears, which her facial expression still maintains an innocent look as well as her own beauty.
I'm dumbfounded to say the least. But merely this, doesn't stop me from being blinded by such a girl gobbling her tears.
"Are you okay," I said sucastingly.
She had no response not until a minute or so; then she bailed out.
"What!? No!?" The girl said. Her cute cries overall suddenly changed to her usual self, and to what was previously mentioned.
She is one woman I'll remember. Someone that has the guts of a lion; render her tears obsolete putting it aside for another obstacles.
So was I right all along. That she was just being playful - a childish begger tearing on her knees to approach this situation. So that I may submit.
I don't know.
She acts like the hundreds of targets I've encountered. Waiting to strike.
But maybe. Just maybe.
There's more to what meets the eye when I'll see for myself.
Lanesra got up.
She tieddied herself from the dust that gathered on her clothes while she was on the floor. It looked like a more messy version than mine.
"So what is it that you want," I said again trying to strike a conversation.
I hoped for the better that it won't go sideways, however, she had her own thoughts and lurched closer, yelling at my face,"What I want! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I WANT!!!!!"
'Another one gone wrong.'
My head was filled with a lot of screaming and yelling, none of which made any sense to adjust her point.
She only brags about what she wants.
The point is: I don't even know the rest. Although I do have memories from Nathan, that is it. I spent so much time idling around that I wasn't much sure what to pin out in his mind. Most of the part was the mission - the goals I was set to complete.
In addition, some of his memories were damaged. This I'm not sure how I could restore it or view it.
It made it impossible.
"Look I don't know what it is you want from me okay," I said genuinely, "Even if I did, is it really that important."
Sharp on the tongue, she gritted her teeth with enormous anger.
"It's better if you go-"
When I was about to reclaim my position she interrupted.
"Wait hold on.....you're not Nathan..who are you?" She suspiciously nodded her head and questioned right on foot.
'Crap. Don't tell me she knows.'
It was inevitable.
I didn't know she'd realize the differences. For a girl like her, she really is ahead of everyone's league.
I want to make my stand but it seems as though I'm caught red handed. Not yet it will be. I need to smooth it out before things escalate.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't lie to me. I know a fake when I see one. Just who exactly are you!"
'Alright it isn't working, at all.'
This might be a stupid plan but it gets stupider as it goes. It's a risky one. Situations happen - just like shit happens. The way I'll do it wouldn't make sense, and all the more I should anyways.
"Alright, you got me. I surrender."
"Wha?"
"I really wasn't expecting visitors. Bro told me to look after, you know defend the fort right."
"Bro?"
"Yeah. If you don't know I'm......"
"Nathan Mojo's Brother!!!!!!"
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.
.
.
"Really?"
"If you don't belive me, why don't you come in and we talk about it."
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She's insides - Lanesra Cleevano. We walked together. I am at the front, and she follows at the back behind me.
"Sorry for the bad mouthing back there been getting some unlawful entry of people coming by."
This is the best I can come up with: Pretending to be the brother of Nathan, who is now than ever a corpse. It is simple actually. While I do put in the shoe to fit the pretentious character, leading it won't be a problem - and she seemed to catch on quick.
Nothing like good people falling for the oldest trick.
"Are you really?"
"I let you in, so it's your choice."
"I guess. But you, how do you know."
'This is the part. Steel yourself.'
"Nathan likes to complain and go about his days sometimes. Like really, did you really do it."
"D-do....what?"
"Kick him in the nuts that is."
Lanesra fell silent.
If I knew better, she was embarrassed of her own pride. That's what I'm aiming at.
"Here we are. You can take a seat while I prepare some drinks."
As we entered the living room, I sprung towards the kitchen. The kitchen neighboured the living room connected altogether. It makes it easy. Easy to prepare and deliver drinks in short notice.
For a man at he's age, I thought I'd be expecting him to shower in an extravagant lifestyle. Big Mansion. Expensive cars. Expensive items such as jewelry, watches, and furniture. But instead the guy has put something entirely out of place. Where there would be a mansion he has a normal looking house only big and middle class.
No Expensive amenities whatsoever.
It kinda tells me another side of him. I thought he was a good for nothing man who only sought profits. Really though, he too, has some common standards like the rest of human decency.
It was in the kitchen that I advanced on to take care of the drinks.
When I got back, lanesra was relieved and relaxed on one of the leather couches.
"Here you are." *Lemon Tea*
"Oh thank you."
I gave her the tea, and sat opposite to her on the same furniture. The furniture I was at was almost feeling like a rock.
"So tell me, what did that fool do next."
"Ahmm, maybe not."
"It's okay, if you don't want to talk I won't rush here's my number. Make the call when your ready."
I wrote down the house number and slid it next to her on the table.
Lanesra's head titled at an angle to the floor and her hands wrapped over her tea mug. When I roll my eyes, I see that her hands are a startled - lightly shaken. She became quiet.
The girl didn't much like to talk about it, and for her, she must have gone through a lot of difficulties to arrive here. Just like the many victims who have come to play in hands of the devil themselves, and I have had the fair share of encountering.
They throw away what they hold most dear, and as a sign of offering - they indulge significantly wealthy - reborn to a life so devoid of sanity.
One of the man I've targeted were all the same. He had no mercy - and so I killed him.
We are alike. Both indifferent to our own logic, we act accordingly.
Then as I was about to end it, she responded, "Can you, if it's alright," raising her head at me she saw thtough right at me with her eyes about to cry again.
"Yeah, why not."
She then began to re-site her first encounter with the man himself.
She told me everything; from everything she did; from what he promised; to what he took from her unfairly just.
Although I wasn't much shocked to hear her situation I pretended like a movie actor. The outside where I try to feel her emotions as I rested my hand on my chin. And the inside, I was wishing it would stop already.
"....After that, I came here," thats where her sentence end before I could pretend to act sympathic towards her in way that doesn't blow my cover.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," she reassures.
I know I'm suppose to feel bad and all but that feeling just recently faded like a few minutee ago. It was quick on the heart but not permanent. So in this case I'll have to rush it up because the more time I waste, the more time flys away doing what I came here to do.
"Hey listen, I've got friends who they work to help the helpless. If I can make the call, I'm pretty sure you might just have a fighting chance."
"Are you sure."
"Absolutely positive. Again , here's my number."
"Oh whoa.....thanks I have nothing to say."
The wonders in her eyes really gives me an acceptance of triumphant. Not only is she accepting it, she is blinded so easily that she doesn't know it yet.
If anyone knew, it is that Nathan has only one Sibling which is he's big brother Grant Mojo and no one else.
This character I'm hidden as doesn't even have friends. No business connections. No lawyer. No inside help. It is a lone wolf task. I'm basically scamming her off, sending her to meet with someone that doesn't even exist.
I'd rather be alone than be accompanied by a bunch of burden. It's how easy fit I see it as they will only slow, and crumble me to dust.
But should I really stop here. Since the girl is somehow connected to the Mojo why not use her as one my pawns. I do see it as an option. However, I am not so obstructed to use peasant tactics.
Still easy to confuse, I'll let the girl go - even though if she doesn't have my help at all.
The thing that matters is that she just let it go. She doesn't need to be constantly worried about that one problem of her. She should just let it go and get on with her life. That is what is more important than being dragged behind by her past memories from that place.
Or whatever she decides is none of my concern. Wherever I've come across and arrived to has always been the same conclusions.
I absolutely don't care much to this point - they should just die already.
Silly mistakes like this are bound to happen anyways. To those who are stupid enough to think they can make a single change in the society that has become a playground for the rich while they walk over us like the dirty insects we are: We have the Adaptability and Flexibility so make largely the use of that to survive.
Until the conversation was over, I led her back to the main entrance and said our goodbyes.
"About damn time."
I closed the door sealed to the point of no return.
I then walk to the other side at the end of the hallway and entered the backyard - the outside that is - and continued the activities I left off from.
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Fortunately, the man's backyard had a garden house. The green house which I'm not too kin sure why he has it here at the first place. There hiding just behind some other tools, I reached and grabbed a shovel.
I then went back inside to get the body out and safely taken without being noticed by some unsuspecting individual, dump it in the back of the trailer of a two seat vehicle, and head off like nothing happened.
It should be easy, right.
Sadly no, it didn't as I was halfway the way to the living room where the body was kept hidden and it was in that moment, that I saw that the main door was open without my knowledge.
"Huh?" I hummed.
It all felt ouspicious and eerie.
When I closed in to the living space I heard footsteps. When I got closer, my softned and heard a voice.
I lowered the tool with one hand and gently laid it on the floor.
As I neared the corner, I was confronted by someone familiar. A person just recently. It was the same girl.
'What is she doing here?' I asked myself confused and angry.
It was then it was when I looked what she was staring at got me want to end this once and for all.
'Damn not now.'
The best option right now is to take her down.
As the girl was standing at the sight of the corpse in shock, it was my move that I sneaked past her back without her noticing - sneakily as possible - I was able to get the jump on her, wrap my arms around her taking her out cold as well as her mouth. After a while, her face turns pale. Her limbs becoming weak. There I lay her to the floor unconscious.
Yet, the girl still lives - breathing normally.
Another problem (and soon to be solution) added on top of my pile of unaccomplished goals. As for the girl who now currently stands in my way, the question is: How will I deal with her?