I was doing the group's financial documents with a frown on my face as I heard Boss's voice through the coms
*bzzz* Hey Garry, I have finished with the boy. Come clean up. *bzzt*
"…Yes boss"
*bzzz* Knew I could count on you, come get a drink once you are done!*bzzt*
'This fat fuck can't even wipe his own shit' I thought as my frown became worse and I clenched my fists but went to do what he told me to. I went out of the main building to the small building that became our new torture room 3 months ago
I opened the old creaking door and switched on the main lights
Boss didn't let me open them while the kid was in there because 'They destroy the mood' or something like that. If he actually cared that much about the group's leadership, finding clients, our money problems or actually anything really, other than torturing and drinking beer maybe he wouldn't be half bad as a boss but unfortunately he is just a fat pig that feeds of my work and dedication and gets all the benefits
Once I opened the lights, I saw the new machine shadow gave us and the kids decapitated head in front of its dropped bloody blade. The body wasn't at the back like I expected it to be but a bit farther from the machine, close to the walls. Boss probably kicked or threw it there for some reason. It was a bloody mess so I didn't touch it and first put my gloves, took out a plastic bottle of hydrogen peroxide and spread it on the blood on the floor and on the machine
It was a technique that I learned after cleaning up for Boss after many times, first use hydrogen peroxide and then clean it all up after 15 minutes with chlorine and it leaves no trace
(This is the result of a 5 minute research of the top results on Google and my imagination. I know nothing about cleaning or chemical reactions so don't try this at home!)
'Poor kid, you were a good tool to ease frustration. Don't worry, I will kill him some day and take over the group' I thought while cleaning and then did what had become a tradition while cleaning up after that incompetent pig, fantasizing about how I would kill him.
'And then as he sleeps, tired and weak because of the poison… I will take out the knife that I would have kept hidden under my sleeve and then-' My daydreaming was interrupted by a small creaking sound behind me
I immediately turned around but I saw nothing out of the ordinary
'Perhaps it was a rat… anyway, after I take out the knife I will grab it upside down and-'
A sudden pain struck me on the back of my neck. My eyesight started fading out and I felt my body becoming numb.
'What the fuck? Who?'
I turned around with all the strength I could muster and in my total surprise I saw the kid that had its head cut of, who was now staring at me with empty eyes. Its body was now intact
"H-how? How are you alive?" I said with absolute fear in my eyes. Was he a mutant? But a mutant that could regrow a head was miles above anyone here in strength! Or was he a ghost? I was terrified by either of those answers
Unfortunately I didn't get an answer as he seemed to not even have heard me and started stabbing me continuously while staring at me intensely until my last breath left my body
…(time goes back)
My head got cut off
It hurt so much, It was a continuous stinging pain on my neck that fortunately didn't continue for too long.
So, I died huh? I didn't even get to know anything about my past and only have those painful memories from the torture. In a sense, that was my whole life
'I shouldn't have thought I would ever be let free, maybe it was a way for me to cope to my situation but it was stupid. I should have tried to escape no matter what I had to do to achieve that and helping people? It may have made me feel a bit good but in the end I got nothing in return other than pain, I shouldn't have helped those people.'
I spent quite some time thinking about my life, I wasn't satisfied by it after all
' If I could go back in time I wouldn't have help them, or at least I would have killed John when I had the chance to, that way we would have all escaped safely and…wait a minute'
Why was I still conscious? Was this something like an afterlife? But why can I still feel my body and the cold air of the room?
I tried moving my body and to my surprise, I could do it with no problem., even with a missing head. I couldn't use any sense other than touch but I didn't care. I moved my body in bigger motions but suddenly stopped
'What am I doing? I am still in the room, if someone saw me then it will all be over'
But judging by the zero vibrations on the floor there probably was no one in the room, I didn't plan to risk it though
After a long while of playing dead on the floor I decided that it was safe to get up and look around for a way to escape. I didn't care that I had no head nor that I was blind and deaf, all I had in my mind right now was getting out of this hell hole. I was obsessed, I wanted to leave now, whatever it took
I stretched my whole body now that I was finally free from whatever restraints they had on me while they used me and as I did so, felt a weird sensation on my neck, where my head used to be
I touched it and it seemed like it had grown a bit, although it could have been my imagination. I tried doing what I did by mistake after stretching my body while also remembering the sensation from earlier and I really could feel it growing
I don't know how to explain it but I could feel that I had control over the growth and how it grew and as I had my head in my mind, I could feel it regrowing to what it was before but I stopped
I could use this to my advantage. If this is their new torture room they will want to clean it sometime in the near future, I just need to wait for someone to come. Take them out by surprise with a sharp tool and then leave. Leaving John and his underlings to search for some mutant that killed their member while I, the body of a random dead child will get forgotten in the chaos, maybe even light the building on fire to cover my tracks.
I know that John won't be the man who comes to clean me up, after all he never cleaned up my blood of the ground or of the torture tools. He always left it to…
Suddenly, as I was deep in thought, I felt small rhythmical vibrations that steadily got more distinct.
Garry was here