The World We Knew

Chapter 3.

The sun began to rise, I got out of bed and did the usual- brush my teeth, wash my face, take a shower and clothe. I yawned once I was done, I needed a job though. I only have so much money- working in that library could be an option. Ehh, I think that could work, it's not too much anyways. Once I was down with everything, I checked the time, it was 9:36. I looked up and sighed as I pinned the photo of me and Arthur to the space beside my bookshelf, hoping that soon I could have shrine. I grabbed my messenger bag and put the three books I got from the library and placed it in there, as well as a few pieces of my make up in case it gets messed up from various things of course. I put on my shoes and walked to the library to ask if there was a job opening. Turns out, there was. I was overjoyed when I heard that, I could actually work, and I have a better chance of seeing Arthur.

After an hour or two I saw Arthur.

"hiiii" I greeted him.

"Hello there Harper. How are you doin?"

"Pretty good"

"Uhm, I was wondering if you'd like to go out, to a picnic, movies, or museum, or something..." He mumbled.

"Oh, sure, I'd love to."

"Nice, see you at 8?"

"8 it is." I blushed softly at his offer.

Soon it was 8 and we decided to have a picnic underneath the starry sky. We chatted about our interests, I was really getting to know him, I honestly don't know why he asked me so quickly. I mean I'd just met him- 

Blood pouring out of his neck as he laid limply on the grass.

I was flabbergasted. I stared at him with my mouth slightly open in awe, my eyes began to water up. No, no, no.... Why, no- how did this happen? He was fine for one second and dead the other.

"I have eyes everywhere, remember that Harper." A voice echoed in my head, I never liked seeing people dead. It reminded me too much of my own death. I stared into the air, thoughtless as I quickly looked at him then grabbed all my things and ran. If I stayed in here and get caught, it's game for me. I sprinted as fast as I can away from the scene. I soon entered my house and fell to the ground, curled up into a ball. Why'd he has to be killed? He didn't do anything! Nothing at all.

The next day I stared at the mirror; guilt stayed with me along with coldness. If we're going to play this way, we're finishing the job. I wiped off my mascara and cleaned my face off. That smile that was with me for the first 2 days was long gone. It's game time now.

"Who's first, sir." I asked, the last word was spoken with venom. I hated that god. I hated that man. Or being. Or whatever the fuck it is. I hate every fiber of that being. Killing an innocent man. And with how cocky he is, I bet he caused my death just so he could gain another minion to do his dirty work. 

"Jaxson Christopher." 

I nodded as I stood up properly. I poured out all the crap that was in my bag and shoved multiple items in there. For example, a silenced gun, hatchet, and a tazer. Along with some things to stop me from getting caught.

"Where and how will I find him, sir."

"I made sure you were invited to one of his foolish parties at his mansion. I suggest that you kill and take the money you can, you do need it after all."

I scoffed and made myself look like I was worth money. To match the theme of course. I grabbed my bag and checked the mail. And just as he said, he made sure I was invited. I'm guessing he was an 'old friend'. The party was only 2 hours from now, and by the looks of it, if I began to drive now, I'll be there early enough to map out the mansion for escape routes. I used to be the shy, sensitive, bookworm. But I can't be that now, lots are on the line, I can't be her anymore even though I love and miss that version of myself. But that version of myself fucks everything over, that's not worth it now. 

Soon, I arrived at the mansion, not too early. I was greeted with Jaxson himself. The man looked like he was made with money. Or mommy just handed him the generational money. Lucky asshole.

"Ah, Harper, a sight for sore eyes." He smirked.

"Jaxson, my ol' pal. How long has it been, two, three years? I truly missed you Jackie"

"You know me-"

"Too busy to have time for social parties." We said in unison. Both of us laughed at that, though mine wasn't as pure as his. God, he looked like a rich jerk, but that makes it better to me, he seems very vulnerable, an advantage for me to take. Greed and envy swirled up in the pit of my stomach as my smile stood on my face.

"I should show you around, no? I don't want you to be bored just yet Harps!" He took my hand and led me inside the mansion. Inside it were beautiful paintings and marble statues. HOLY HELL IS HE RICH. It was really all an eye catcher, something that I could take, but I would have less mobility. But I bet he has a stash of cash hidden somewhere in his office or room or whatever. He showed me almost every part in the house, he was quite the chatter box. When he did all this, I'd mapped almost the entire mansion, some things I forgot, and some I remembered clearly.

After a while, the party began. People filled the first floor of the mansion, I was at near the dining table, I was quite hungry, yet I brushed that thought off. I began to think on how to kill this man until I looked in my messenger bag and somehow a vial of a weird looking red liquid was in there. Most likely snuck in there by the god, but who knows, lotta weird shits happening lately. I was about to grab it until I felt arms wrap around my waist as Jaxson put his head in the crook of my neck. I froze in the uncomfortable position. I don't like being touched, especially by this man. If I could exclaim in disgust I would. He isn't even that good of a man, his personality or charm either. His hygiene was horrible too! This lightweight gets drunk after one bottle. I began to panic until I thought of a great idea. Since this man leans into a kiss with his mouth open, I could use the poison from there- Just as I thought, he did that. I quickly grabbed the vial of suspicious looking liquid and poured it to his mouth and watch him curiously swallow it as he lets me go in confusion as he touched it. I ran with my stuff and went to the second floor and barged into his room and looked into all the drawers swiftly making sure not to mess up anything and once I found 5 stashes of a thousand dollars, I shoved it into my messenger bag and opened the window and slid down the pole. Thank goodness I'm out of that shithole. At least now I got some money. One less target to deal with, and one less reason to deal with the god's crap.