Thomas Strike peeks at his watch outside the bricky building. He spots Elizabeth Dolores and her assistant coming towards him and replies, "You are very late."
Elizabeth: "Sorry, there is traffic."
"Stinky Malaysians," mutters Thomas Strike before he leads them inside the building. There they find two Strike supporters who cheer him up whenever he appears. "Good to see my favorite hero here," claps one supporter.
"Watch as I demonstrate these things to you," Thomas whispers to Elizabeth and her assistant, both staying fearfully silent. Thomas smiles and laughs, "It was all part of God's plan. Now, you know why you two are chosen here."
"We do," the second supporter responds, "You are the greatest."
Thomas draws closer to the supporters and, wearing his gloves, questions, "Do you die for the belief?"
"I mean... what else can we do..." assumes a supporter jokingly, right before Thomas Strike takes his pocketknife quickly and slices the supporter's neck, causing him to bleed out and fall to the floor dead. Elizabeth and the second supporter are horrified by the incident, and the second supporter backs away, pleading, "Please, spare me. I... I will do anything for you."
Strike chuckles, "You will do anything for me? Then say to me, 'I am America's white savior.'"
Second supporter: "You... you are America's white savior."
Strike: "And you will worship me with all your heart."
Second supporter: "And I will worship you with all my heart."
"Attaboy," Strike then slices his face, causing blood to split, and then his throat is cut open. Strike stabbed his stomach continuously until the pensioners passed out. Strike spots Elizabeth's assistant using the phone to record, and grabs her phone hastily only to step the evidence away. Strike chokes the assistant and slams her into the wall fiercely until she falls down dead. "Never cross me again," Strike threatens the terrified Elizabeth, "Remember, I can do anything I want."
As Strike leaves the building first, calling his services to pack up the bags, Elizabeth grows even more fearful and leaves the building. Strike spots her leaving but does not attempt to stop her. He feels pleasure at getting away with his crimes easily, and pins them on Loserson.
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Wayne Wilson arrives at the court office, hoping to see Strike. However he sees Elizabeth Dolores, who just arrives there and glances at his dirtier and half-burned clothes. She stares at him worriedly, "What have you done, Wayne."
"What I needed to," Wayne responds, "I reported to Strike about your association with Loserson. Don't worry, you are spared."
"And letting innocents be killed in the way, like my assistant?" scolds Elizabeth, which intrigues Wayne, "I do not tell him to kill anyone. Same old Strike."
Elizabeth sighs, "I have heard there's a small recent news of a fire in the abandoned mansion."
Wayne: "Gas explosion?"
"I guess," Elizabeth sighs, "There is a closet where you can change yourself. I'll take care of the dog."
"Remember, it doesn't have a name," Wayne reminds while opening the closet and grabs an extra change.
"Understood," Elizabeth nods as she carries the harmless dog with him. Wayne pats at the dog and farewells, "Good dog."
Before Elizabeth leaves with the dog, she asks, "When will this end?"
Wayne doesn't react to anything. Elizabeth continues, "If this goes longer, you might lose a piece of humanity that has been bestowed from your family."
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LOSERSON: FATE
General FictionThis is the final chapter of Loserson, split into three parts.