KILLJOY

Chapter 20: The Assistant

In another room...

He placed a hand on his mask as he grabbed it by the chin, taking it off as it quickly crumbled to dust. He took a glance back at the VIP box through the one way window within the small changing room. No one else was in there besides the woman, and the show was ending shortly. She already had two of his three targets captured, and the third was playing right into his hands. His main problem that remained was from the chance that they resist before he can manage to remove their powers. For one, it would be a real problem, but for the other... he saw the resemblance between him and the woman, as well as the age gap. She was most likely his mother. He could use her as a bargaining chip to keep that boy from doing anything stupid while he kept up his agenda. He planned to call up Vanguard in just a couple hours to make sure everyone else was already gone when they arrived, wanting that cash from giving them in.

He waved a hand absently as a younger woman anxiously walked over to him.
"Lea, cancel the meeting I had scheduled with that showrunner. I need my schedule fully open tonight."
She sheepishly nodded while she looked over her clipboard, flipping over to his schedule and taping him on the shoulder. He was just freshening up after his show, and he turned to her when she interrupted him, a bit of aggression in his voice.
"Is something wrong?"
She took a step back and nodded before speaking, showing the clipboard.
"Well, it's just— there's a meeting with someone from City Council to discuss some special seating for the next show. We can't really cancel it..."
The man brought a hand to his temple and lightly squeezed the skin, eyes shut for a moment as he breathed an exasperated sigh. He looked over at her with a sly grin now plastered on his face.
"I suppose you don't need to cancel that meeting. Just— leave that with me."
She nodded before walking off into another room, as he placed his mask back on his face. That meeting was due in thirty minutes, set in a private room where there wouldn't be any witnesses for what he planned to do. There couldn't be any interruptions today, regardless of what he had to do to keep it like that. He stowed a knife away inside a hidden pocket in his sleeve as he made his way to the meeting room.

He patiently sat in the back of the room when the councilman stepped in. He kept his comedy mask on for show as he saw the man take a seat and open his snobby mouth.
"So, what about that VIP cubicle then? I'd like to book it for the next show."
He nodded with his unreadable expression as he waved his hands around slightly as he spoke.
"Well, sir, as you know our shows are of high demand. If any competing buyer comes up, then it's all up to who's willing to bid the highest for that special suite. If you don't mind that, then I'm sure we can set up the transaction."
The door quietly clicked from the outside as he was speaking, thankfully keeping his attention off of it as they continued their discussion.
"Alright, how does four-hundred K sound?"
He was honestly rather shocked by how high he set his opening price at, and almost felt bad for the slaughter that would soon follow.
"Well sir, I gladly accept your offer. Good day, and keep this district running well sir."

As the man set down a briefcase of cash on the table, he pushed his chair back out as he prepared to leave. He also stood up, staying in the back in the room while the councilman walked up to the door. The knob didn't budge.
"Excuse me sir— the door's lo—"
When the councilman had turned around, he saw him brandishing his knife, turning his masked face to meet his.
"Thank you for the money sir. Unfortunately, you won't be seeing any votes for the upcoming election."
The councilman's face quickly contorted into a look of fear as he backed up into the door, frantically messing with the doorknob to try and open the door. The knob didn't budge. The councilman began to plead as he merely walked closer towards him with his blade.
"Wait! I— I'll double it! 800,000 dollars!"
He continued to walk.
"One— no, two million!"
He ran his hand along the flat end of his knife, with a sadistic grin underneath the now eerie expression from the mask. The councilman's face comforted to an expression of desperation as he saw him further his approach, seeing him raise the knife into the air.
"Please! PLEA—"
He plunged the knife down to his throat as he saw  him raise his hands up as one last feeble attempt to make him leave. The man sputtered and choked on his own blood as he collapsed to the floor, lying down prone as he simply looked down at him with contempt.

"That compliment was a lie... all you bumbling idiots just run this place further into the ground and do nothing. I'd love to take the money, but seeing you die just tickles some fucked up part of me! I don't believe you'd understand that, would you, councilman."
He simply saw the man sputter and glare at him before eventually passing out, a pool of his own blood leaking on to the hardwood.
"Well, that's gonna be a pain in the ass to clean... Lea, you can unlock the door."
The door clicked once again as she opened the door, gasping at the sight as he simply walked next to her, caressing her neck with his hand as he moved to her side, slightly behind her, face near her ear as he spoke in a hushed tone.
"Now now, I'd like to remind you who has you under contract... you wouldn't want that happening to you, would you? I suggest you keep your mouth shut, I'd rather not lose another assistant.
Her breath caught in her throat as a single tear rolled down her cheek, barely able to speak as she just nodded, giving a short reply.
"Yes... Reinald."
"Good. Now help me dispose of the body— don't want anyone seeing this now do we?"