A Girl Called Lucy

Chapter Thirty-Five

I sat in the chair with my head hanging down, my eyes closed tightly. My body was aching from all of the brutality I had endured from Crane. I was actually quite shocked that Brady pulled that type of stunt. I hated the fact that Cody had told them about that, but it didn’t matter anymore. I had given Brady one of the biggest answers that they were looking for if they would just put their minds together. I sighed and slowly looked up as I opened my eyes. I stared at my reflection through the glass that was there. I chuckled and smiled to myself as I let my head droop back down. It’s funny that it has come to this. Everything that they know about me, what they fear about me and what they think they know is about to change. I looked over to the door and saw the guard standing there, his eyes looking straight ahead.

“This must be a boring job for you,” I whispered. The guard said nothing, and didn’t even move. The last guard was switched out and this one seemed more uptight that it made me snicker. “I can’t do anything you know. I’m in chains. You can relax.”

“There’s no relaxing when you’re in the room with a mass murderer,” he replied stiffly. He didn’t even look in my direction and I smiled sadly down at the table.

“I suppose that’s all I am now,” I said as I leaned my head back. “Just some murderer, huh? Not like that title bothers me. I’ve killed more people than you have found. You guys are not doing a very good job. Maybe I’m just that good, or maybe they should hire people who can get the job done.” My eyes slithered over to him and I saw his eyebrow twitch. “My favorite is using the wasp knife. A gun is a bit too quick, but if I’m in a hurry then I’ll pull out the automatics. Wanna know where I get all those weapons?” No response. My eyes narrowed as I saw his knuckles turning white. “I get them from other cops or Black Op Agents. It’s amazing how lazy the Agency has become now. Black Ops used to be hard to kill. I wonder what happened. Not that it matters to me. I blew up my own Division. I suppose that wasn’t the smartest move at first. Probably should’ve hit the Second Division.”

“You already have,” the guard said and I smiled at his aggravated tone. “You murdered my partners last time you were here.”

“Last time?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah during my therapy session. Man that was unfortunate. They all had it coming though. Everyone is going to die someday, plus I really did decorate the basement. You should’ve seen how dull it was down there. It was really dreary, musky even.” His face started to turn red and I smiled back down at the table. “I suppose you didn’t get to see the decorations. Writing on the wall took the most time; I thought I was going to get caught red-handed. Ha ha, literally because my hands were red with their blood. Like my joke there? Eh, probably not. You don’t look like the guy who would get worked up over something so useless.”

“Useless?” the guard said and I could tell it was forced.

“Oh yeah,” I answered as I looked over at the wall. “Those guards were pretty pathetic. You can’t call yourself a guard if the prisoner can get the upper hand on you like that. In the end, they probably shouldn’t have even been an Agent. In my opinion, they weren’t even cut out for the job.” I paused for a moment to let what I said sink in before continuing. “I used a knife on them. To be honest with you, all your friends were cowards. Once they knew they were going to die, they begged and pleaded for their lives like dogs. Their last expressions are ones you can never really get out of your head…I suppose you didn’t look at the other walls? Just the ones with the fingers and toes on it huh. I painted the other walls with their blood. Of course it was more of an abstract painting. I just drained them like animals and threw some blood on the walls before letting the rest of it seep out onto the floor. I was actually shocked no one heard them screaming. I guess that’s what you can make out of America’s finest now-a-days; cowards. Useless cowards. ‘Course I really can’t say anything because I used to be one of those loyal soldiers. But we all see what happens when anger gets the better of you.” I eyed the guard who was now shaking from his own anger and I smiled darkly at him. “I wonder how you would’ve begged if you had been down there? Probably the same as the others did. On your knees like a pathetic—“My chair was thrown across the room with me still tied down in it. I crashed into the wall and landed heavily on my side. Before I could recover I was thrown to the other side of the room and that’s when I felt the snap of metal. I smiled to myself as the guard walked back over.