"James! Come on, pweeeety please come with me" nagged Jimmy,
"Jim, Stop trying to act cute- you're an army veteran for god's sake... Those two images conflict so much in my mind" I replied "Haah but okay, for you, I'll come with you to that party later tonight. I have some things to do today".
It had been a week or so since I started at the factory. At this point, I had paid off my rent and was living a bit more comfortably...well as comfortable as a peasant could. I even had quite a bit left over after paying my rent.
Today, was my last day at work before my days off... and the perfect time to carry out plan 1. Yes, Not Plan A... That would insinuate I only have 26 back-ups...
I plugged my headphones into my iPhone, 'Hey there Mr Bluesky' started playing as I grinned up at the clear sky. Chewing on some gum, My feet started moving towards a certain address that I had memorised the day before.
You see, The holes in plan 1 only show up mid-way through the process. That's when it will be time to execute one of the rest. I reached the street of my destination at exactly 8:50 and saw my target walking along the crowded pavements.
I gently walked into his side, quietly shuffling my hand into his right-hand pocket for the items I needed.
Clink*
Personal items acquired...
Standing in front of a large, blue gate, I grabbed the keys of the man.
Click* I walked into the door of a certain room ever so quietly and saw a small child sleeping.
Deeply breathing in. I collected myself, there was no turning back after this point...
*Waaah*
*Waaah*
*Waaah*
...
A Dead Silence rained down upon a small, inconspicuous London street. The one thing that did stand out was the small, blue car with blacked-out windows parked in a very empty part of the street. If someone held their ear close and had had good hearing, they could hear a very small tick.
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
A very small red light was glowing from the back-seat...It was a faint effervescent set of numbers.
It was a timer.
A ticking timer, strapped to the chest of an infant.
...
"HeLLo Mr PerCiL, My NaMe iS IrReLeVaNt. AlL YoU NeEd To KnOw iS ThAT YoUr DaUgHtEr's LiFe iS iN DaNgEr. NoW, ThErE Is OnE ThInG YoU cAn Do To SaVe HeR LiFe." I calmly said through the phone with an automatically distorted voice. " DoNt AnSwEr a DiSpAtCh CaLl LaTeR To AdDrEsS XXX. YoU Do ThIs SiMpLe TaSk aNd YoU'rE DaUgHtEr gOeS FrEe.GoOdByE Mr PeRciL."
Hanging up, I continued to the next step. I went to work, With a mildly thick jacket. It was already winter time so no one would stop to think that an amicable person like me would have such a thick jacket on.
To some people, I must look like I have a screw loose? But isn't it just logical for me to prioritise my existence over theirs? Especially if I have the ability to.
Take everything and never give back anything.
Walking through the streets of London, I couldn't help but be amazed by these people's absolute lack of attention and awareness...
As if they're all zombies, they just flowed in one direction or another around twists and turns, like a gigantic horde of mindless workers.
They're boring. Boring. BORING. BORING. BOOOORING and sooo Stupid some of them. How annoying.
...
That was my first full outburst of annoyance at these idiots before I continued on to do something even worse...
Worse? In what context? In my opinion, I think I did something for my own benefit and why should that be considered bad?
There's no such thing as bad, These zombies have just evolved to the point where certain chemicals are triggered causing them to have a negative emotional attachment to my survival strategy.
...
I got to a certain point near the warehouse and threw a small black piece of metal onto an electrical pole.
"Hehe oh how they're going to be shocked at my performance."
That little black piece of metal also had red digits counting down...
...
Later on, after a while, I walked into 'work' with my coat all deflated.
"Hey, Jim, How are things?" Said Jon, my supervisor.
"Great, Jon. I'm going to watch an Electrifying performance later on." I said cheekily winking at him.
He walked off after flagging that comment as inappropriate, oh honey how I'm going to enjoy seeing you scream...
I walked to my point at the assembly and enjoyed the slow grinding of gears and loud machinery sounds until I checked my watch. Five minutes until break...
Clunk.
All the machinery stopped 3 minutes to the break and all the lights went out. I walked to the door using units of measurement that I had mentally mapped out beforehand.
The first step, second step, Third 1/2 step...
Once I reached the door wearing my coat, I closed and bolted it before placing my earphones in and grinning widely to myself...
Super Freak! Super Freak!
I walked to a coffee shop down the street and sat outside drinking a small americano waiting for the performance to begin. Looking at my watch, I trace the seconds...
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock.
The hand struck the 9th hour and nothing could be seen in plain sight. All was well from the outside world... Hahaha.
I waited for another half an hour before I could see smoke rising up over the houses before I started walking towards it. See the thing is, a lot of people would have assumed that it was someone having a barbecue or burning excess wood...
Grin.
As I finished my coffee, I started walking towards the warehouse,
"Thank you, for the coffee. I haven't had such good coffee for a long time, to be honest" I complimented.
...
Unlocking the door, I saw a charred body laying on the floor and scratch marks on the back of it...
"Yeesh, you really did want to break free.." I yawned as I stepped over the corpse into an internally crumbled building with small fires occurring in certain parts of the Structure.
As I thought, That really was one of the weaker areas in the design plan...
Oh well, I kept on walking and glanced around at all the bodies. Some were crushed under girders with their brain fluids strewn a few meters in front of them and others bled out from crushed stomachs...
Did I really cause all this destruction?
That is a moral dilemma to explore another day to be fair.
I walked into the supervisor's room and looked for a certain object...
Ah. Got it. A small encrypted communication device, Exactly what I was looking for.
I slowly stepped out of the room before I heard a wheeze in the corner of the room.
"Oh, You're still alive?" I gasped in amazement.
"Y-You did t-this?" Jon asked in a raspy voice with blood pouring out his mouth.
"Who else is alive in this place but for me, idiot. Duh, it was me." I replied, "Well thank you for your communication device. I think me and your superiors are going to have a nice, long chat after this."
I walked out and the man slowly closed his eyes and succumbed to his injuries.
Walking out, I still had my earphones on...
Super Freak! Super Freak!