Jimmy Inc.

The Tour

     Gertrude walked into the building. The air smelled slightly of chemicals and blood, creeping Gertrude out and also making her want to vomit. The area was painted a beige colour, and there was an occasional spot where the paint was peeling. The windows shutters were drawn, and the lights would flicker occaisionally. A young person sat at the front desk. She filed papers and pulled stuff out of filing cabinets.

        "Oh! File cabinets! I love file cabinets! File cabinets, file cabinets, I’m gonna file your cabinet!" Getrude heard a man say from the next floor. She gave a confused expression. That look of confusion when you realize that someone likes filing cabinets enough to sing a song about them... Gertrude thought, unzipping her green jacket to reveal her green turtleneck sweater underneath. Adjusting the collar on the sweater, she walked up to the front desk.

        "Hello. What do you need today." Stated the person, blandly. Getrude merely stared at her, then cleared her throat.

        "Today I'm here to speak to... Mr. Casket." She said, a hint of nervousness in her voice. The person at the counter sighed. 

        "I'll get him down here." she said, exasperatedly.

        "I'M LIKE A LEGOLAS UP IN HERE! COME GIT SOME!!!" Obviously Jimmy Casket's voice was heard from the next floor.

        "Nevermind, I can wait." said Gertrude, not wanting to get in the way of a killer. She would just wait in the building for Mr. Casket to calm down.

                FOUR HOURS LATER

        Jimmy finally came downstairs. Slowly, he made his way down the stairs. Actually, he fell down the stairs and got back up. Gertrude tensed up slightly as he walked behind the desk.

        "Sir, this woman would like to talk to you." said the woman, sounding bored. Very bored. The time for her must be slow, as her tone was not exactly friendly. Gertrude had been lost in thought since the bloodied man had co... fallen down the stairs and Gertrude wansn't paying anntention to anything for twenty seconds. When she heard footsteps coming towards her she snapped back into reality, got up and brushed her coat off.

        "Hello. I'm Gertrude Acachalla, I'm here to tour the place because Papa Acachalla is tempted to give you Spencer." Gertrude said, chipper at first, then went into a monotone when she talked about Papa. She took a deep breah, keeping herself composed in front of the serial killer. Jimmy raised his eyebrows. Thank you for trying to keep Spencer away from me. He'd destroy me. 

        "Thank you for keeping Spencer away from me." Jimmy said, maniac voice and all. He closed his eyes, "Would you like a tour of the place?"

        Gertrude nodded, swallowing her fear and grabbed her coat and crowbar. Jimmy eyed it suspiciously.

        "I carry it where ever I go." She answered, staring into his cold, red eyes. 

                TOURING JIMMY INC.

        The second floor had an overpowering smell of detergent, and the green paint was fading and torn. Chunks of the drywall had been torn out, and there was a broken table in a smaller room. They walked to a lone elevator, and Jimmy pressed the button to go up to level three.

        "There's... nothing in the top two levels." Jimmy stuttered, looking at the woman's confused expression. This level smelled strongly of chemicals, and a few people ran about, and the room was full of offices. Row after row full of offices. Through the chemical scent, Gertrude fiantly smelled rust and something burning. A silence fell over Jimmy and Gertrude. The man stood two centimeters above the woman with the crowbar, and she gripped the iron rod tightly. Another deep breath. She stepped out of the confined space that was scented slightly of death, or blood. The chemical scent quickly overwhelmed the woman, and tears came to her eyes. 

        Then black for the woman, and Jimmy was gone.