chapter 26

They stopped the car outside that old familiar alley, the thunder had become still as death. They walked slowly by the light of the trash can fires. Tonight was the night Sid was to tell that man that his debt was paid in full. The contract had been fulfilled, everyone dead, his mess has been cleaned. He couldn't see Lunchbox anymore, but he could hear his footsteps. They trudged along for what seemed like hours going deeper and deeper into this little hidden nook filled with shifty eyes and hidden hands. Finally he saw him, waiting by his usual trash can fire at the end of the alley. His beard hung down heavily as the fire illuminated his bony face.
"The debt is paid" Sid said calmly "Every single man responsible for starting this company and, in turn, this town is dead." The shabby man looked up "We both know that's not true Sidney." His voice somehow made the alley darker, all they could see was the fire. "There is one man left, now isn't there Sidney?" He asked, knowing full well the answer. Sid got cross rather quickly "Don't do this Lemmy, you know damn well you took part as well." They were glaring into each others eyes now with a kind of hate you can taste in the air.
Sid walked quickly toward the man, kicking over the trash can, Lemmy went to throw a punch hitting Sid square in the jaw. Sid threw his elbow into Lemmy's eye, punching him in the stomach with his other arm. Lemmy took out a rather sharp knife and started to slash at Sid, who managed to dodge most of them. A rather quick slash went across Sid's face making him reel back for a moment. Lemmy lunged forward with his knife in hand, but Sid stepped out of the way, grabbed his hand, and made him stab himself. The pain cause Lemmy to let go of his knife, which let Sid stab him repeatedly. After Sid was truly sure the man was dead he walked away putting the knife in the trash can.

chapter 25

"Yeah I'm about done." Lunchbox said calmly stepping up off the cop. "Follow me and put your hands behind your back so it looks like I'm escorting you back out on the streets." Sid instructed, Lunchbox followed closely trying to look as convincing as possible. Everyone at the precinct looked nervous as they made their way to the elevator. "This is humiliating." Lunchbox muttered "Deal with it we're almost there." Sid said annoyed "At least you aren't dressed like the enemy." It seemed this floor was mostly just holding cells and interrogation rooms. They finally reached the elevator and they quickly pressed the "close door" button. Lunchbox was getting more shaken as the numbers counted down.
By the time they had reached the first floor Lunchbox had tensed up completely. They walked up to the front desk, "I'm signing out this man and I need his possessions back." Sid said calm and official. "alright, what's his name?" the lowly desk-worker asked "Sid" "Just Sid?" The desk-worker raised an eyebrow as if he had the right to as he started searching. He looked through boxes for what seemed to be hours, but were probably only a few minutes until he came back with a small cardboard box "Here it is, sir." Sid opened the box, taking back his gun, wallet, cigarettes and company pen.
They quickly left out the front door, Sid stole a police car and started driving. "So did you ever talk?" Lunchbox asked after a while "Not a word." Sid replied calmly "I figured they had found out considering you were in there too." "Nah, man, I forgot to take my meds and started killing people" Lunchbox stated matter-of-factly. The city was moving by faster than Sid was accustomed to, the sun was hidden by thick clouds which held thicker thunder. "We have a man to see" Sid stated after a long pause "we need to pick up some sandwiches."

Chapter 24

The room was dimly lit by a single hanging light fixture that seemed to drain more light than it let in. There was a single table that our "hero" Sid was hunched over, his nose bleeding profusely. He was still wearing his sleek black suit from work, he put up quite the fight getting here too. After all that planning, all that work, all that synchronization. They figured everything out as if he had spray-painted "This was all my doing" on the blood soaked wall. He wondered if they had found his accomplices as well, Taco, Bob and Lunchbox. Not that he could move, his hands were handcuffed, a most unpleasant sensation.

A large police officer entered the room calmly, shutting the door behind him. "How did you do it?" He asked in a voice that would make lesser men soil themselves, Sid wasn't fazed "Do what officer?" "You know DAMN WELL what you did!" the man stated loudly. "Oh you mean kill everyone in that room?" Sid asked antagonistically "Well now that I think about it" "YES?" "I used mind bullets, that's telekinesis holmes." Sid said with a sickly yellow grin. The cop was getting more and more impatient by the second, what he didn't know was that Sid was slowly picking through the handcuffs. "DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY BOY?!?" The cop shouted "I like to think so yes." Sid replied calmly, which only pissed the cop off more. "I'm getting sick of your games!" The cop said angrily "And I'm getting sick of being in here" Sid replied, folding his hands on the table "I think our problems are going to work themselves out very soon."
The cop was scared now, not to let him know that though. Sid Quickly glanced at the cop's revolver "forty-four magnum" he said "nice gun you got there" the pig's face grew pale as death "know how to use it?" Before the cop could reach his gun Sid had pulled it out and had it pressed against the man's throat "Oh by the way" he stated, cocking the gun "FUCK YOU!" He promptly yelled, pulling the trigger. He laughed a little as he changed into the officer's uniform, it was pretty big on him, he hoped no one would notice. as he pinned on the badge he walked out, gun in holster. It was times like these he was glad interrogation rooms were soundproof.
on his way out he looked into the other interrogation rooms, it was there he saw Lunchbox. His face was bloody and bruised by now, he was missing a few teeth. The interrogator paced back and forth, "For the last time where are your partners?" he asked "I'm sorry piggy, I don't swing that way, so quit making passes at me." The cop delivered a roundhouse to Lunchbox's face "I'll ask you again, who helped you?" "I'm offended you'd think I would need help there piggy, don't you trust my abilities?" "Your 'abilities' are why I'm being a bit more 'extreme' than necessary." the cop stated "You killed eleven officers when we tried to bring you in, along with five civilians, two children, a few dogs and a clown." "Would've been a lot more if you hadn't sicked the dogs on me piggy old pal" Lunchbox said with a smile "What in god's name is wrong with you?" Lunchbox rose, broke from the handcuffs and stated "I AM GOD." He then proceeded to beat the living hell out of that man, Sid just stood there watching the entire spectacle, after about half an hour of watching Lunchbox beating a dead pig Sid asked "Are you done yet?"

chapter 23

He was standing in the elevator, briefcase in hand, he was almost giddy. A small smile was perched upon his face as he patiently waited for the doors to open. The elevator made a small ding at the top floor; he casually strolled out with briefcase in hand. The white, sterile walls seemed warm and inviting instead of the usual alienation he usually felt walking down the hallowed halls. The conference room was on the left, he opened the door to see a room full of people seated around a long table.
He shut the door behind him, discreetly locking them behind him. “Good evening gentlemen, where should I start?” He said brightly, he opened his briefcase looking inside, there were various knives, guns, hand grenades, anthrax laced letters, you know, the usual “Whenever you’re ready” the president said. “I’ve lived in this city, all my life, these are my people” He started, pacing the room back and forth “I know what they think, what they want, what makes them tick” “where are you going with this?” the president demanded impatiently “just work with me. You’re trying to market to them right? Get up and look at these people, come on” he signaled them to join him as he gazed out the window.
Like sheep they slowly got up and looked out the window, “you see them mister president?” “why yes I do, sid””That hobo, the old lady, the friendly neighborhood mugger, not to mention that platoon of snipers on the opposing building” he said, banging on the window on the last word. “I’m sorry, what was that la-“ several shots rang throughout the room. The sound of broken glass, of several bodies hitting the floor; the sounds of the outside filled the now windowless room. Sid took out his phone and dialed “nice job taco, knew you could do it” he put the phone away and put on his best surprised face, he ran out of the room quickly. “THERE HAS BEEN A SHOOTING SOMEONE HELP!” he yelled urgently alerting near everyone on the floor.

chapter 22

Sid was sitting at his cubicle typing away on an excel spread sheet, he heard footsteps getting louder until he heard a familiar voice. “Have you seen David?” it was his boss; Sid looked up “me? Not since yesterday””yesterday? But you weren’t here.””We hung out, go figure” Sid said flippantly. The boss seemed stressed “the board wants to see you, they heard you have an important presentation” a smile cracked across his face “Oh I do, thank you sir” he said enthusiastically, almost too much he thought to himself. “They’ll see you tomorrow””okay, thank you sir” Sid said gratefully, going back to work. He sat there writing down random numbers; after all, he hadn’t intended on keeping the job. He started thinking of his plan, how he would eliminate every single person in that room.
Now there is the concept of controlled explosives, plastic explosive placed in strategetic locations throughout the base of the building, the bigger they are as they say. Another option would be a silenced semi-automatic; there are twelve shots in the clip, and twelve members of the board, so this one requires a great deal of skill. There is poison, he could spike all their drinks, everyone likes being given a drink, who says no? He remembered the conference room had a window on one side of it, the building across from which is an old abandoned sky scraper that loomed monolithically above the city, affectionately called “That giant shithole” it’s always empty, a good spot for taco and her crew to snipe them without any trouble. He had so many ideas; his eyes showed intensity they hadn’t shown in years.
After work he walked cautiously down the hallway to his apartment room, hoping beyond hope that the man he had met earlier wasn’t still waiting. He found out to his dismay the man was still waiting “good you’re home, we have much to discuss” Sid let slip an audible groan “fuck, what do you want?” “I have an important mission for you” Sid thought for a second “that sounds reasonable, tell you what, come see me tomorrow, something tells me I’ll be out of a job, now out, out out! out! out! out!” Sid said hastily, scooting the man out the door. He had to be alone, he had to prepare.

chapter 21

He was walking hastily to his nine-to-five, going haphazardly down the filthy sidewalk. He stopped suddenly when he saw himself in the reflection of a shop window. He was wearing a black suit, but the white shirt underneath was covered in blood. He figured he’d stop off at his apartment on the way there; he started to head up the stairs of his apartment building. He saw light slithering under his door; he pulled his gun from his holster and slowly opened his door.
A tall dark figure stood in the middle of his dingy apartment “Oh come on, get out of here. It’s too early to deal with this shit. Get out of my apartment.” He said, waving his gun around casually “I have something to tell you, sir” the man said in a voice that seemed wholly unearthly “I’m already late for work I came here to clean myself up, job went badly you understand, right?” he said changing his shirt “but sir I-“”listen I’m really busy but I’m sure you have life-changing revelations that will changes the way I look at every little piece of shit in this city but right now I’m two hours late so tell me when I get back, K?” he said while slipping on his blazer, not bothering to hear his answer as he strolled out the door, shutting it behind him, reeking of aftershave and looking like an asshole.

chapter 20

The air was warm and friendly, the sun was shining bright, the looming buildings and rotting cars stood covered in moss, everything was gone, everyone was gone. Sid was all that was left, there was utter silence. Finally he saw him, six foot nothing, his black hair hung lazily down straight as a razor, his face was gaunt and pale, Sid recognized him right away, it was his dear old dad. “Hello, son” the man said calmly “I see you’ve become quite the bastard haven’t you? The apple doesn’t fall far as they say” he chuckled, Sid had his hands into fists “Dad.” He said angrily “It’s been a long time”. “Sure has, now let’s get one thing straight boy, I know what you’re doing, I know what you’ve done, you’re no better than me, you condescending asshole.” the words shook sid to the core, “I’m looking forward to the day you try to kill me, boy, you pasty impudent fuck.” The man had remained calm as he said these words, sid lunged at him with his knife, but dad was fast, grabbing his knife and stabbing sid in the stomache, and he twisted the knife. He awoke in a panic, he realized he had been dreaming, fallen asleep on the couch no less, but he wasn’t in his dingy little apartment, he was at his mark’s apartment, she was asleep as was two men on the opposite side of the room, asleep sitting on another couch, he got up slowly. “Leave through the window, we need as little attention to this shitty little building as possible” taco said in her sleep. Sid followed her instructions and got onto the fire escape, it was noon and the sun beat down on him, he was late for work.