Truth

Part Two

“Bullsh*t!” Tilly exclaimed, her dark face seeming outraged by the supposed lie. However, there wasn’t much more discussion at that point because a young woman came out from a back storage room, blaring a news report chat show from a hologram, tossing it onto the ground for the group to watch. The Bӧnen and Kartofel chat show. The two polar opposite men sat opposite each other, with a table between them, and holographic pictures relevant to what they were talking about appeared on the table. In this case, it was the Three T sign. Quite simply, three Ts enclosed in a circle; stylised. It spun on the table, so all viewers got a good look at it as they spoke.

“…new member to the Three T fold. Looks like those propaganda filled waits in your peak hour traverse won’t be so bland. A colourful display of skill from an unknown member brightened up today’s protest, before disappearing with the group. Reports state that the unknown member was able to defy gravity, or at least reach exceptional speeds, on a pair of fluoro green skates.” While this was being said, a shaky clip of my skating was shown upon the table.

“Yeah Paul, where can I get me some of those? It’d be much faster to get to work if I could just toss on a pair of those and skate over cars and along building walls without fear of property damage.”

“It’s true, not a single mark was found on any of the cars this mysterious skater crossed, or any of the buildings they……”

She cut off the program at that point.

“Who is it?” She questioned in a high pitched whine, directed at Tyler before draping her arms around his neck and pecking him on the lips.

“2xAss In.” Tyler replied, and she withdrew in shock.

“You made contact?”

“Actually, they found us.” The girl hanging from Tyler’s neck finally took note of me, and reeled back with a small screech, hitting the floor with a thud and a small exhale as she was winded. I almost found her appearance humorous. She was on her bum, her shirt riding up even higher, revealing her pink FluffelPuff undies.

“FluffelPuff?” I asked in a practically monotone voice. She blushed further, and scuttled away as she stood up, tugging down what I now realised was meant to be a hot pink dress.

“How do we know you’re who you say you are?” Tristan queried, breaking the silence which engulfed us. I turned to him with my simple reply.

“You don’t.”

“Then how can we even begin to trust you?”

“The name isn’t exactly a timid statement. But also, even if I showed you my face, it would mean nothing. The officers have nothing to go by, so why would you?” Tristan thought on this.

“What did the Governor say as you prepared to kill him? I assume he was not killed in his sleep.”

“He said my name, as a question. I replied with a yes, before slicing his head clean from his body. Blood splattered everywhere. I licked the blood from around my lips.” My answer was clearly acceptable. He obviously assumed that the Governor was not one to beg for his life. It wasn’t an unjust assumption.

“And his daughter?”

“I killed her too. Differently though. First, in front of him.” I replied without hesitation.

“How?”

“I cut out her heart with a different blade. It was blunter. I tied her down and bound her lips. She couldn’t make a sound. I forced him to watch as I cut out her heart, and shoved it in his face. I placed it in his decapitated head’s mouth before I left.”

“Why did you kill her differently?”

“He loved his family, and I wished to cause him as much pain as possible. He adored his daughter, not only because of her being his daughter, but also the possible connections and security she could bring about.”

“How so?”

“Marriage strengthens ties and loyalties. The head of the Officers’ son had an eye for her, along with his father’s job. The head of the Officers and the Governor had been friends for as long as they could remember, their children’s marriage was planned while they were both still in the womb. Surely you know this, everyone does.” Tristan nodded, but didn’t miss a beat.

“Where is her body?”

“I took it.”

“Why?”

“The way she was mutilated, it wouldn’t aid the situation in any way. It would only cause more support for the soon to be Governor, the Governor’s son. The Governor’s body, however, shows purpose, belief and determination. The Officers undoubtedly found his daughter’s heart, but they didn’t release this information, simply stating that they were both killed. No pictures were released to the public, but some of his body were leaked. You’ve seen them, and all thought the same thing.” Tristan nodded in confirmation, before continuing the interrogation. He’d been yet to miss a beat, as had I.

“What did you do with the body?”

“I won’t be sharing that information.”

“Why not?”

“Because then my security will be compromised.” Tristan once again nodded, and was silent. “So this is the Three T HQ.” I thought allowed, gliding across to look at a pair of sneakers. They weren’t anything special, but I knew they had recording devices hidden within, documenting everything.

“Why would we bring you back to our HQ?”

“Because it averts the suspicion.”

“But couldn’t that just go on eternally? We didn’t bring you back to our HQ because it would avert suspicion, which one could easily think of, and so it is safer not to bring you back to our HQ.” I was enjoying conversing with Tristan. He was intelligent, and not afraid.

“I also happen to know this is your HQ.” I blocked the punch which came from Tristan, and the next. We brawled a bit. He seemed to believe that due to my skates I would easily lose balanced. He couldn’t have been more wrong. He was the one losing his balance on the grip less floor.

Finally, Tristan stood back with a smug, victorious smile on his face; ending the tiff.

“So that’s the face of the Governor’s killer.” Tristan stated, explaining his triumph. My hood had fallen from its rightful position covering most of my face, but I didn’t care. I chuckled; a deep, resonating mockery.

“Is it?” I questioned, and mirrored Tristan’s smirk as my appearance undoubtedly changed to mirror his, and the smirk fell from his face, disbelief in his eyes. “I hang out at Wheeler’s. I’ll spot you upon your next visit.”