Fan Fiction |
by Jess
I hung my head low for I knew that if I truly glanced at the conditions before me, I won’t be able to control myself. I had broken out in a crazy frenzy once, and no one had liked the results of things. Now, I practice self-control and at best, ignorance.
Finally standing in front of the door to the room 702, I opened the door and was welcomed by the sanctuary that was my room. I breathed in a sigh of relief and collapsed right onto my bed that was only a few feet away. The room itself could cause a bout of claustrophobia, but at least it was smoke-free. I stared blankly at the ceiling, which held the reflections of polychromatic neon lights flashing from across the street.
With the windows opening to the widest, a slight breeze of wind entered the room, and I accepted it gladly during this hot and stuffy summer. I could feel the temperature of my body slowly rising in accordance to the heat of the night. Sweats started forming at the edge of my forehead. I lazily reached for the buttons on my shirt and undo them, hoping to ease the heat.
After a while, the heat got to me and finally I stood up and went to the opened windows, letting the breeze cool down my body. Suddenly I noticed a tiny red dot from a laser pointer was flashing on and off upon my sweat-soaked undershirt. I grimaced at the interruption. I had requested for a leave from work for quite a while, and finally I had received it today after I finished my last job.
Irritated and annoyed by the unreliable honesty of my handler, I stood my ground and ignored his urgent calling for me. The flashing of the red dot on my body was more rapidly and desperate. However, I did not budge from my position.
Suddenly a bullet was fired from where my handler stood and the silent bullet pierced through the glass window, shattering it into a million pieces as shards of the glass fell upon the pavement seven-story below. After traveling through the glass, the bullet planted itself comfortably in the foundation of the building. I half expected that. Rashness was something he couldn’t shake away.
So he is serious and desperate after all, I mumbled to myself with a smirk on my face.
Grudgingly, I moved away from the window and headed towards the door. I always wondered and maybe I should ask him when I reached the building across, was I the only person who worked for him? Or was I the only one who was willing to put up with this shit?
When I finally made my way to the rooftop of the building across, I was immediately greeted by the frowning face of my handler. He looked as if he was constipated, and I told that to his face with a smile lurking at the corner of my lips.
“I would appreciate it if you would come immediately the next time I signal for you,” He said in his usual eerie calm voice.
I could see the anger he was restraining under his hard stare. However, I knew him for too long to cringe under his stabbing eyes. I would just return the favor. Working in this profession for so long, I found myself devoid of natural human emotions that required any movement of my facial muscles.
“I am on vacation if you could kindly recall,” I replied casually as I leaned against the railing of the building, completely uninterested in anything he had to say.
He let out a small smile as if he wanted to please me, “One more job, and you can take a whole month off without interruptions.”
“I find it difficult to believe that you would relax your claws on me for one month,” I said mockingly. I never spoke of lies.
“Come on now, I’m not a bad boss,” He said jokingly, as if we were on friendly terms. I cocked up an eyebrow at his statement.
He was never my friend nor will he ever qualify to be. He was a leech that was sucking me dry. However, we both know that we needed each other to survive. I was his man and he was my handler, so I had to put up with his pretentious face, and it was nauseating me.
“Spit it out or else I’m going back to my room,” I said warningly as I turned on my heels.
His face was stripped of the once friendly smile as he twisted his lips up in scorn at my disrespectfulness towards him. He spitefully threw the thick envelope in his hand towards my way. “Here’s your next assignment.”
My reflexes were quick as I tilted my head to the side just in time for the envelope to fly pass. I reached out my right hand and caught it. Without turning back to see the dissatisfaction displaying on his face to see that I dodged the hit, I said condescendingly, “Learn how to aim next time.” With that I exited the building, leaving him to stare at my back with his eyes narrowing on my disappearing figure.