Unstoppable: Revitalized

-51- (Bonus)

There it is

Multiple engines, screaming with glee, roared into my close, parking outside my house. Even from where I was sat, I could see multiple men stepping out, each one moving across the area, before opening the door. A flurry of footsteps occurred, as men darted every corner, the creaking and moaning telling me multiple had headed upstairs. The kitchen door was kicked in as two men approached, barking orders at others as a few moved out to the garden. It took five-ish minutes for all of them to retreat, allowing the main man to walk in: He looked remarkably angry, a trench coat enveloped him, hiding both his figure and any weapon he may have under it.

I'm fucked regardless.

He waved a hand behind him, disregarding his guards. Seconds later, the house was clear again, all the men back in the car, a few faces visible outside. The Boss looked around, nodding his head in approval at all he could see.

"I like how you've kept the place." He said, returning to a somewhat calm exterior as he walked towards the table. I pointed at the far end, and he complied, taking a seat. "It's almost the exact same way your parents kept it."

"I do my best. Memories struggle to fade."

I let the silence sit, knowing it was eating him alive as I sat uncaring in front of him, a smirk I couldn't hide on his face.

"So what's the aim? Is this place rigged to blow? Is someone breaking in to kill me? What are you planning?" He asked, leaning forward, resting his chin on his entwined knuckles, stress lines forming and disappearing on his forehead.

"No. No one's here to kill you. And no one's coming either. Come on, you can't think I'm that dumb. Surely." I replied, probably the calmest I've ever been in front of him. I could tell it unnerved him, even if he didn't let it show.

He's too used to being in power and facing no resistance. I can tell.

"I'd hoped so. So, what's the deal? You slaughter someone you kept from me, my best man, a number of my men, and now you want to sit here and talk diplomatically?" His mask slipped as his pitch raised. He coughed, trying to cover it, but it only served to widen my smirk as I leaned back, pretending to think.

"No. I just wanted you to know where you stand now. I'm sure you've noticed, someone's missing."

"No. No there..." He stopped dead, before seeming to jolt as it hit him. "You mean Poppy, don't you? Oh my... My boy, you are a fool. She has no money, no time, nothing. We'll find her."

"No. No you wont."

"And what makes you so confident she's untouchable?"

"Because..."

The Boss leaned in, my eyes narrowed, the world slowed, and everything fell into place as I took a look at the clock just before saying it. 22:43.

"She's already gone."

The Boss froze. He didn't blink, didn't respond, he didn't even seem to breathe for a second as he internally grappled with some sort of way to get back to me, to regain his power he's held over me for so long.

"Well- we- we'll find her. We'll fucking find her, and- and we'll torture her, right in front of you."

"No, you won't."

"And how the fuck do you know that? You said it yourself. We have so much power. She had a taste of it with you, we found out after injecting her she had an almost identical helical structure as you. The only person we couldn't contain is you, and she's not-"

The Boss noticed the laugh that started to bubble out of me, emerging quietly and subtly as his face morphed into one of anger. Throwing his coat back revealed a nasty looking pump-action shotgun, which he quickly unclipped and placed on the table, facing me.