Saccharide Heinz
Paris, France: S. Heinz Condominium
It's been almost a week since that night when I visited Raine in her dorm. Getting a hold of my new life as Saccharide Heinz was really difficult, not what I expected, and not as enjoyable as I thought it would be.
Raine didn't try anything to get in touch with me, which left me satisfied but with a smudge of disappointment. I skipped school for almost a week now and everything became boring to me. Our business is still on-going although I can't remember some parts of the made deals before I got reincarnated as Saccharide.
"Bring him here," I commanded while Phoenix and Nightmare drag the handcuffed male from the ground to the couch.
Intentionally, I sat beside him and put my arms over his shoulders. His whole body became tenser when Phoenix sat at his left side.
"You pretty much know what the shit is going on here" Looking at the badly injured male at my side with lifeless eyes, I pushed a button on a black remote control before tossing the remote into Nightmare's hands.
"You speak, your girl is free. You don't, we'll make her a blood and brains Slurpee, put poison in it and make you drink it" the green-haired boy chuckled to himself.
The black screen in front of us opened and showed nothing but static before showing a video of Target, the fourth member of our gang, holding a revolver against the head of a young girl. We made her unconscious because we don't plan on murdering the little girl who does not fault this.
"My little croissant..." he whispered and tried to contain himself. The shakiness in his voice gave me the idea that he will not last and will eventually go ballistic at the thought of his young daughter in our hands.
I sat there serious while the snickering of others echoed throughout the room. "So...?" I asked before beckoning Nightmare to press the blue button on the black remote to zoom in on the daughter's face.
"Talk because Russian Roulette is not a game for a man with heart problems such as you" Nightmare threatened.
Nightmare pushed the red button to maximize the sound of her daughter's breathing, we watched as his face crumpled like an old paper even with all the bruises and cuts. The old man has his mouth open while tears mixed with blood flow down his face.
"That gun isn't real" he muttered and looked down on his feet. "The gun looks fake."
"What?" I asked in a sing-song tone and lifted his chin to make him speak again. His bruised face didn't flinch an inch so I carelessly released it and chuckled.
"Hey, Target!" I called their attention before pointing my fingers to the revolver in Target's hands.
"This guy-" Nightmare said with a slight snicker."-said your revolver is fake"
The laughing sound that enveloped the insides of the room from Nightmare and Phoenix sounded like demons enjoying the tortures.
"Then show him what's fake," said a male voice from behind us. We all turned around to see a young man of the same age as ours, round eyes with red-colored lenses glowed with excitement.
Blood Shed, the fifth member of our gang appeared and joined in the "ritual" with messy white hair and a face full of piercings.
Target's eyes lit up as he pointed his gun up to the sky and let out...
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five bullets...
I shut my eyes close to the sound before smiling at the shaking man beside me.
"That's fake alright" commented Blood Shed.
"Sorry I'm late-" he apologized before sitting on the floor like a child in front of the old man, adding more feeling of anxiety to our victim. "I ran into some... errands"
"And now we're complete-" Blood Shed turned his head to face the man before waving a syringe in front of his face before smiling innocently. "Let's get started"
The old man's eyes widened as Blood Shed inserted the long needle into his groin before the victim screamed and let out a river of tears. "Wha- what the- what is that?!"
"A lethal liquid bomb" Blood Shed talked like a little child bragging about his new toy. Well, it's a new toy, actually... "Don't worry if you talk I won't activate my baby"
"Sto- stop that please..." the man begged when Blood Shed kept stabbing his right leg while giggling with the long needle, drawing more and more blood.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five Stabs...
"You're no fun" Blood Shed pouted his lips and slumped his back on the man's leg. His childish and charming attitude is a helpful attribute to our group, especially luring victims.
"It's pretty easy...-" I smirked. "Just say, 'I hired the assassin to kill my boss because he doesn't want to give me a raise."
I stood up and asked Blood Shed to hand me the remote to his liquid bomb.
"I- I didn't. Please I don't know anything about this" Inside his voice was a very nervous tone but his eyes held the look of seriousness.
I leaned closer to smell his fears within the beads of sweat on his forehead from his cigarette stench breath. Looming above him, I smiled and turned to the camera in front of the flat-screen television to give Target a number two sign.
"2 over 6," I said. "Let's try the odds"
Even with the darkness that surrounds the two of them, I could clearly see his smirk as he put two bullets inside the revolver, spinning it before directly putting it against the girl's head again.
Synchronized, we counted.
"1..."
"I have no-"
"2..."
"I really don't-"
"3..."
"Please... PLEASE!!!"
"4..."
"I wa- was framed!!!"
"5..."
"Someone wanted me gone. Please!!!"
"6..."
"Believe me I was framed!"
"7..."
They stopped when I held a hand up. I lifted his chin and stared at his dark orbs.
"So you're saying that the shreds of evidence about you are not true?" I asked.
"Yes-" he slightly nodded. "But I did ask my boss for a raise and he declined"
"Then you tried to kill him but you failed?" Phoenix joined.
"No! I am in debt. That's why I'm asking for a raise" the old man turned to his side to answer Phoenix, immediately. "How can I pay for a high-end assassin?"
"You can pay the assassin with your boss's money afterward because if the owner dies, you can have all the loot because you are his co-owner" Nightmare explained while playing with Blood Shed's hair.
"I can't have the money." said the old man. "He already said to me that the company will fall to his heir"
"Then why didn't you go for the heir?" Blood Shed with closed eyes asked with a sweet smile on his face. "Some cute kid would be easier to assassinate... Take it from me..."
"What are you talking about?! I'm saying I didn't do it." the man cried. "Please let my little croissant go"
Silence...
"What a tough nut..." Blood Shed sighed.
"Alright..." Nightmare tossed the black remote and proceeded to the other side of the room to open the guest's room door.
"Is there anything you want to say to your old friend before he dies-" Nightmare opened the door. "-Sir Callaghan?"
A well-dressed man came out of the room holding one wine glass elegantly in his right hand. His dark hair already revealed some white strands, indicating that he's quite old.
"Edward..." the injured male muttered, completely stunned by the sudden appearance of his boss.
The one who asked us to interrogate his friend and to kill the one who betrayed him.
And to bury the one who hired an assassin to kill him.
"James Trois," said Edward Callaghan before going near him.
We all stepped aside to let their drama show run. Blood Shed giggled before whispering, "Popcorn anyone?"
No one responded to him so he just pouted and whispered again, "You are no fun."
We watched them talk to each other about betrayal. Nightmare just twirled his glass daggers with his fingers to brush off the boredom of the situation.
"I thought you were my friend" whimpered James Trois. "You just watched me suffer"
"Delicious wine, Mr. Heinz" Taking a large gulp from the wine glass, Edward Callaghan praised me and I just stared at him as he enjoyed the red liquid.
I turned to look at Blood Shed and he was slightly twirling his thumb on the remote of his liquid bomb, probably tempted to already push the button.
"We were friends." Mister Edward said. "Until you tried to kill me."
"Believe me I would never..." James tried to explain but was soon interrupted by Edward walking away from his place.
"Even if you didn't do it, you are the only suspect." Edward took the last drop of wine in his wine glass before heading towards the exit. "Don't worry your lifetime shares in the company will be in good hands."
Edward was about to exit the door when he looked at his tied friend once again and said, "Goodnight, James"
Edward Callaghan stopped in his tracks like a deer in headlights when his friend laughed and stood up from his chair like he was not handcuffed and tied in the first place. His eyes widened at the sight of his friend smirking.
"Goodnight, Edward..."
Blood splashed.
Wine glass shattered.
Laughing started.
The screams of Edward Callaghan was followed by Nightmare laughing, proudly bragging about how his glass dagger hit the wine glass on Edward's hand before penetrating the flesh, creating a big slit on Edward's palm.
"THE FUCK! OH MY- ARGHH!" the man screams as he fell to the floor and landed with a thump while holding his hands.
"That was a direct hit" Nightmare clapped his hands before walking towards the old man, taking his glass dagger out of the wound. "Shit! How cool it went like 'whoops' Hahaha"
"You have been painted again" the green-haired male caressed his dagger and smiled, "Mi Amor."
"AHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Edward held his wounded hand and turned to me with disbelief "My fucking hand!!!"
"Ah... The winds of change" James chuckled before looming over his hurt friend while removing the fake cosmetics and blood on his face. "You never thought I'd use the reverse card on you, did you?"
Edward turned to my gang once again with begging eyes and gritted teeth. The man who hired us to kill his co-owner and his one and his only close friend saw his plan turned against him before his very eyes.
"I knew you wanted me gone because of my shares in your company," said James.
After Edward Callaghan asked us to interrogate his friend, we did an investigation and found out that he was the one who plotted the assassination against him.
"Really...? A fake assassination?" James laughed and kicked Edward in the gut. With a shocking turn of events in his situation, Edward didn't speak.
James Trois already knew that his friend wants him dead and decided to cooperate and put up an act for his friend.
"Welcome to the city of love, Edward" James greeted his one last goodnight, "Have a great night!"
Everything was a play up until now, the beating, the liquid bomb, the blood, and the bruises.
"OKAY! Enough dilly-dally and drama" Blood Shed kneeled in front of the bloody male, not minding the shards scattered on the floor. "I'm excited to push this button"
Nightmare got ahold of Blood Shed's hand before he could push the red button and make my living room a slaughterhouse.
"The living room was soiled with splatters already," Nightmare laughed at the pouting man. "This marble floor is more expensive than you, Blood Shed"
"Not fair! You get to stab him here" Blood Shed threw a tantrum and stomped away. "How can I not explode him here?!"
"E- explode?!" Edward choked on his tears and looked at the smiling brunette near the door.
"Oh yeah..." Blood Shed revealed with a sickeningly sweet smile before standing up and making his way to the automatic doors to prepare the vehicle. "That delicious wine...- Is a liquid bomb"
"Liquid bo- bomb?!" said Edward before holding his neck, realizing the red liquid is inside him.
"Is there anything you want to say to your friend before he dies?" I asked James Trois after signaling the others to take the injured man,
"Don't worry your company will fall in good hands" he smiled and nodded to me. I looked at Phoenix and he nodded back. They took Edward by the arms, side by side before dragging him to the back exit.
"I- I'll pay double the amount!" he kept saying words that might save him. "Mr. Heinz, your father is a good friend of mine!"
Lucky... He's a good friend to you but not a good father to me.
Makes me want to bury and kill you more...
"One last thing...-" James added before they could completely get him out of the door. "That girl is not my daughter."
Edward froze for a moment and looked at the screen at the side. Tears ran down when he realized that the blindfolded female is actually his only daughter.
"Angela... -" he muttered.
"FUCK YOU JAMES!!! Let her go!"
Echo...
"You'll pay!!!"
Faint scream...
"I'll see you in...@#&$!!!"
It was just me and James in my living room. We both looked at the door as if we see Edward being dragged down the stairs by my men.
"Good job... Your Father must be very proud of you" James praised me and grabbed his coat from the couch. "You did the best thing...son"
I stood there and watch his actions. He patted my shoulders and smiled at me, something that my father never did. It pisses me off to hear the word 'Son' from someone else.
"Don't call me son, you old shit" I said and proceeded to sit on my couch.
"Just like General Dèmise," he chuckled, "An exact copy of your old man"
"I'll be going now...Expect the pay at midnight..."
He was ready to go out of my house when the light coming from the television caught his eyes once more, he turned to me again and said, "I'll increase the payment if you kill the girl"
I smirked. Just what I wanted him to say...
"Triple the amount or else we'll kill your daughter" I demanded and looked at him.
His eyes showed disbelief. Laughing at my joke but stopping seconds after when he realized I was not joking.
"What?" he asked, "Are you crazy, lad?"
The remote that Nightmare threw on the floor was once in my hand again. I pushed a button to open the screen, his eyes widened when he finally saw the face of the girl without the blindfold.
"That girl is actually your daughter, Sir Trois" I smiled at him and tossed the remote near his feet.
Target laughed at the amusing expression of the man who thought that the whole plan is according to his while still holding the gun against the head of the girl.
If he really loves his daughter, emptying half of his account is not the big of a deal, is it?
This is the Heinz Corporation he's working with. Nothing goes the way it is without a little sharp turn at the end.
"You fucker..." he whispered, anger visible on his face and knuckles turning white.
"Welcome to the City of Love-"
Welcome to my world...
For sure, you won't be calling me Son again...
"James Trois"