Deceit could mean many things, be done in a number of ways. It could hurt both group and leave deep seeds of distrust. One lie and lie and the truth starts being intricately interwoven with lies. There is no more difference among them, one cannot differentiate between a lie and the truth. It is all the same. It has become all the same. Deceit have been for a long time and William have been its long time student.
William learns the act of deceit earnestly, like one studies a calculus problem. It was one of the ways that led to the apex, one of the stairs that lead to success. His mother once told him during her drunken parades, ''be like a green snake in a green grass. No one should see you, until you strike.''
To William, what makes a green snake in a green grass to succeed is deceit. It isn't long or large like it's relatives, so it devices other means. Deceiving its victims eyes, as it sees nothing but green grass, not looking in-depth to realize the danger lurking. When it strikes, all is given, it has only a chance. A chance to get it all.
William though won't work in the shadows; be invisible. No one that's invisible ever achieves it all. ''Let both friends and enemies see you,'' he philosophies to himself many a times, ''but the nice side. The plush green grass. Hide your second face and your third face. Hide the snake that lurks, patiently. Patiently. Until the strike.''
This is what he has done for a long time, a trial that has benefited him. Before, the boy William was a urchin, a street boy, one the world will refer to as a nobody. Now, he had a seat as a board of director in the largest cooperation in the world. He aims for more. The ultimate strike should be for more, nothing less.
His obsession to gain more, to reach and grab, stems from being human. No human being is ever satisfied, if one becomes satisfied, it means death. The slow or the quick.
His distrust in people stems from his family experience. His father in particular. William's father with all the knowledge and wisdom that could gray a man's hair, never made it past pauper. He didn't apply any of life cruel tricks, because he decided to be foolish and believed in good virtues.
He believed in honesty, to be truthful in his dealings. He had only one face, hiding nothing from the people around him. This is how he trusted, so easily. To William, he was a fool.
This world is not for those that bared all out, that trusted and showed true kindness. His father's friends who were business partners knew such. They held onto their own convictions and didn't show their cards. Didn't show him their plans for his future. The unforgivable error in his ways. In their cards, there was no discrepancies, no errors, no turning out.
In their minds, it has been concluded. In their cards, it has been sealed; William's father will be stabbed ten times in a dirty shack. At the crisp of their business boom, they will do such. Abscond with his money to another city or a foreign country. No turning back. Because their heart's conviction were stronger than one man's, was more in tune to the world's fixation, fate casted the other man aside to the dirt.
So in light of their business boom, it was done. William father's body was found a week later by the police, in an abandoned decrepit shack. Nature already decomposing his corpse along with his beliefs, his name only to be remembered in the long haul by his family.
His murderers may remember his name in their bored moments, when there were few drinks drunk and they are moderately sober. His name will all be for jokes though. The punchline to their comic show, because that was all he was to them.
His death may have been the lottery win to some, but it changed the boy in William, the man was born. Incubated and nurtured in depravity. Through his father's headstone and depravity, William saw life.
***
Bones shook, lips twitching slightly to reveal a ghost of a smirk. His feet tapped sporadically against the tiled office floor, forming a cacophonic noise. He knew he was all alone, so he smirked widely and a humourless laugh bursted from his mouth. He was going to use his two eyes to watch it all unfold. This eyes, will bear witness to it all. To the blood fest entertainment that will surely happen.
His bones shook to the gyrating beat of chaos and fulfillment.
They weren't smart enough. They carried guns around, forgetting it had to be loaded before it could fire. His arsenal though was loaded. So, let them plot against him. Let them gather in their little circle, whispering his doom. Those he had been their cat's paw; done their dirty work, served to rise, were now jealous of him being in the same position as them. Their sleazy eyes casted looks of caution at his very spacious office assigned to him on his promotion. He literally wiped their fat asses with a tissue, but now they want to cast him aside like a ragged doll. He has become a threat to them and they, a threat to him.
He was going to make the first move. Quickly he unlocked his smartphone and put a call across. On the receiver answering, William rasped, ''meet me at the wood clearing by 11pm.''
'' Yes bo.....''
***
Insect chittered. The wind blew in a rough manner, forcing the trees to dance to its tune. Dark shadows altered reality casting frightening images of monsters baring out their fangs in mad melee. Some girly screams could be heard echoing in the distance as the wind began to howl.
Dry woods creaked, some dry twigs broken apart by the heavy boots that trudged upon them in haste. Kaito disregarded the sounds all around him, paid no mind to the shadows, it could drive a man up against a wall. He walked briskly towards the clearing. His lateness will be frowned upon by a certain boss of his; a brief look of anger will be seen on his face before it disappears, to be replaced by a smirk. Kaito possesses a wide range of combat skill, has been through hardcore training, but secretly, he fears that man. A man who could mask his deepest emotion, showing only what he wants to be seen should be feared.
''Fuck," he cursed. He has taken a wrong turn. He tries to track back before his ears picked up a sound. It was a sound of pure anguish, the shrill noise reverberates chaotically around his brain and was like stepping barefooted on shards–pain and hurting. Kaito could feel the pain in the voice, it seeked a release from it all. With ginger steps, he stalked towards the location, the noise reaching a crescendo as he got closer.
Kaito first saw the dirty brown lake which had bits of algae and dirt matter coexisting, happily floating on it. The girly scream rose again with intensity, making his eyes search the lakeside in haste.
A look of horror briefly crossed his face when he spotted the source of such bad vibes. The man was bent in an unnatural angle, veins threatening to burst out of his face. He was missing a hand but the other was used to grab his forehead in a crushing grip. He was screaming so intensely that spittle dripping down his mouth like a rabid bulldog nearing its end, his vocal chords surpassing every limit but that has lost its manly vigour, it now sounded like a twelve year old girl whining. Directly in front of him was a young woman, in a strapless dress with summer sandals. Motionless, not exactly helping.
Kaito decided to go over and find out the issue, on pure instincts, he withdrew back. He now noticed a huge detail which he had missed. The atmosphere to begin with was repulsive, clouded with an creepy ominous feeling and the young woman was not just standing mute, she was glaring daggers at the bent heap of a human in front of her. Her eye balls reflected against the water it's unnatural shade of purple. Kaito retreated back some more, he has definitely come across her kind of evil once. It was mortal.
Kaito knows her kind of evil, experienced horror and torture by one of them. She was a witch and judging by her glaring purple eye balls, a powerful witch.