chapter 9

After a while Sid felt well enough to start moving around he started asking questions again, “so where am I?” he asked the turgid, purple, being in front of him. “Why you’re back where you started before you decided to walk away from your responsibilities, back to this tainted city you tried so complacently to leave.” “And why is that? Why am I back in this godforsaken place?!””You have a job to do; you’ve been ignoring it for far too long. You will do it Sid, your very life depends on it””fine I’ll do it…wait what was my job?”
“That office you were working in, did you seriously forget you were undercover? What happened to you man, you used to be a goddamned professional!””I’m sorry, I let emotions get the better of me, I’ll return to work immediately””it won’t be hard, just work long enough to get a moment alone with the board of directors, then kill every single one of those little bastards HAHA!” Douglas seemed a little too enthused “understood” Sid seemed to have gained his bearings and walked out into a city all too familiar.
He kind of missed the smell of carbon monoxide, the constant feeling like you’re being watched. He missed the complete absence of decent cops, the broken beer bottles that litter the gutters. There were always loud automobiles filling the streets, honking their horns as if it would do something constructive. When he was younger he used to imagine the cars were sentient beings enslaved to the human race for their superior mobility, their bleak eyes staring straight out at where they’re forced to go. He didn’t like thinking like that, but there was a reason he walked everywhere.
He started to wonder if the acid was still affecting him when the cars all started screaming at him, “So you’re finally back, Mr. Bigshot? Came to clean up the mess you made?” shouted a red ’72 mercury marquis. He tried walking faster “fuck you asshole you think I like being stuck here?!” some red compact car screamed wildly, now he was into a full sprint, something he hasn’t done once in his life. “You’re not welcome here you fucking asshole!” some obnoxious “sport utility vehicle” screamed in pure rage, in fit of panic Sid ducked into a nearby office building. "Hello sir, welcome to Globe-chem. Can I help you?" the woman at the front desk asked in a bright and cheery voice "yes" Sid said between breathes "I'm here for a job."