Clepsydra [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2: The Viper

By the time I'm back from dumping his body, I start cleaning the basement a little. I put all the nails and missing body parts that I accidentally left into the fireplace, lighting it up and letting the memories of him burn away. I pour coke on the blood, letting it pool down to the built-in sewage and watching it leave. The tools, I don't care about: I just push them to the side and grab everything that fell from the floor.

That was the easy stuff. But now, I'm in my spare bedroom, a good amount of computers surround me as I follow the wormhole that I created when Xzavier was here and try to breach the wall. And it's not easy. Not easy, at all.

It's been five hours. Five hours! This should've been done within two. Whatever. It's whatever (except it's not whatever. I need to get through this firewall and get the information that Xzavier had about this Xenophon person and see what he knows).

I continue decoding everything I can find, reading the little tidbits here and there as they pop up, but they are nothing for me. Just asking prices, selling advertisements, little ads about his girls and the promises of having more snow bunnies in the next group. Nothing that I need to know, other than the fact that he has to die, but that's for someone else. And I know they will take care of it, especially when everyone sees my work later on, when I upload it. I smirk, loving that thought, outing Xenophon in such a public manner. Actually, let me do it now. I could post the photos in every forum that I want to, to make sure he's mentioned. I should. I chuckle, the side of my lips turning up into a half smile. Yes, I'll do it.

I send myself the photos and videos, picking the best ones before opening three different forums; one for the List, one for the Trade and the last for the Rooms. I have to add the Rooms. If someone wants me to recreate this beauty on another one like Xzavier, I will happily make a Room for it. Let others watch me.

I pull the photos up, captioning them: Pleasure to meet you, Xenophon! Thank you for sending Xzavier. Couldn't have done this without you

Of course, it's not coded. I don't want it to be. It's not a secret. I don't need to keep any secrets about this. And, my... friends will look into him. Everyone will.

I bite my lip ring, laughing silently as bitcoin quickly flows my way, patrons and potential clients paying their way to see my dirty work. Always a pleasure.

I turn my back to the computer, rolling over to the right one, leaving the forums up and running, the sound of Bitcoin going to my account all I could hear. I look through more files, but there's nothing. Nothing else that I want, or need.

I sigh, running a hand through my curly hair before tying it up in a messy bun, letting it do whatever it wants as long as it stays out of my face. Slumping into the chair, I turn to the other monitor, scrolling through every proposition I received recently. A few hits for the Laundry List, mainly small hits, a random person here, a politician there. I ignore it, continuing my journey down the list. Small hacking propositions, a few kidnappings, but, there's one that sticks out.

I know him. I know what he does. I know that he knows nothing. Nothing about me, these types of jobs, not even the dark web. And yet, he's on the Laundry List. Fuck.

I click on it, seeing a lot of bids on it, a few typing out their prices and a few betting on who will take it. The person who put it up, who first added him to the List is a bitch. What does he have to do with Stultus? Why did Stultus put him on the List in the first place? He seriously knows nothing. I doubt he even remembers me, all those years ago.

I can't. I'm not supposed to. I know him and he's on the List. If I interfere, then I'm on the List too. I have to put myself first... but, I owe him. I owe him so much. For everything he has done, even if he doesn't know it. Fuck me.