My hands recoiled as I saw what I had done. Deep finger shaped bruises lined the victims neck. A dagger stuck in his chest near the heart, blood leaking from the open wound. What had I done? I had killed a man. An American librarian. If the police caught me they would send me back to Ireland. I can't go back! I sat with head between my knees rocking back and forth. The door to the small room I was in creaked open. I knew it was over for me. But instead of the police it was my father.
"Dad!"
"What have you done Jim?"
"Dad! I can explain!"
"No Jim. You've disappointed me again. You're a disappointment." The room started to spin fading into darkness.
Jim's p.o.v
I shot up into a sitting position. My head slammed against the ceiling. It was just a dream. I felt a warm sticky liquid running down my head I put my hand over the source pressing down lightly. I winced. I slowly climbed out of my top bunk bed. On the bottom my roommate was still fast asleep, unaware of my current situation. I flicked the bathroom lights on and was momentarily blinded. After my eyes adjusted I pulled my hand away from my bleeding head. It was worse than I thought. A huge gash ran across the entire right side of my forehead. The wound was slightly circular. I got to work cleaning and dressing the wound. By the time I was done the sink was filled with blood. I pulled the bleach out from the cabinet and started to clean the floor and sink. The scent of bleach burned my nose.
"What's going on Jim?" My roommate had walked into the bathroom and saw me scrubbing the blood.
"Nothing. I just got a cut go back to sleep, Tyler." He didn't go back to bed.
"Jim, are you ok."
"I'm fine."
"Jim let me see the cut."
"Fine." I turned around so he could see my bandaged head.
"Oh Jim. Sit down let me fix it." I sat on the edge of the bathtub and Tyler got out the bandages.
"What did you do?" He asked pulling of the old bandages which I had done a terrible job putting on.
"I ow! Smacked my head on the ouch! Ceiling." Tyler sighed. He covered a paper towel with some alcohol.
"This might sting." He lightly pressed the paper towel against my head sending a stinging sensation throughout my forehead.
"Ow! Tyler!"
"I know. I know. You have to be more careful Jim."
"Yes mom." Tyler giggled to himself. He finished patching up my cut and put away the first aid kit.
"Well I'm going over Katie's, see you later." Tyler left, leaving me alone in our little dorm. Good. I made up my mind. I'm running away to London.
After what I did to that librarian a couple weeks ago my memory hasn't been forgiving. I was able to push the troubling thoughts out of my mind when I ran away from Ireland to America but this was much worse. This was murder, and strangely I liked it. That's right I said it. I murdered someone and liked it. I'm horrified with myself but I can't deny it. After my things were packed I walked out of the dorm and got into a cab. The librarian incident wasn't my first crime. I had singlehandedly robbed a bank but that was easy. I had a flight booked for London but there was one more thing I needed, an accomplice. What better place to look than the police station. I quickly pulled out my phone and hacked the stations security. A 26 year old man was logged in last night for getting into a bad fight. Sebastian Moran. I walked into the station and up to the front desk.
"Excuse me ma'am, I'd like to bail a friend of mine out." The lady at the desk looked at me.
"Name?"
"Sebastian Moran."
"Alright come on." She lead me down a hallway and into a cell.
"What now?" A boy with blonde half shaved hair mumbled from the corner.
"This man has come to bail you out." Sebastian looked at me in disbelief.
"But-" I cut him off.
"Sebby! I'm so glad you're okay!" I ran up to him throwing my arms around his neck. He seemed slightly surprised by my embrace.
"Go with it." I whispered in his ear. He heard me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"I'm so glad you came to get me." He mumbled. I pulled away and he dropped his arms.
"What kind of brother would I be if I didn't?" I asked my voice filled with fake shock.
"You boys ready?" The guard asked impatiently. We nodded and followed her to the desk. I filled out some paper work. Using fake names. A guy who worked for me was in the corner pretending to text but actually writing down the fake information and Creating fake IDs for us. After everything had been verified and I had paid the bail Sebastian and I got in a cab to the airport. Of course it was one of my cabs so it had dark tinted, soundproof windows and a divider.
"I assume you have some questions?" I tried my best to sound mysterious.
"A few."
"Let me answer them. My name is Jim Moriarty but you can call me boss because you work for me now."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Yes. You can work for me and I can ensure your safety or you can not work for me and if the police find out about the fake IDs I won't bail you out again and I won't help you hide. It's completely your choice."
"When do I start boss?"
"You already have. In my line of work you will need all of your military training."
"Okay boss but what is your line of work?"
"Crime. I'm a criminal. And a psychopath."
"Oh man! I criminal and a psychopath! How'd I get so lucky?!" He sounded genuinely excited.
"Yes well what is your criminal history?"
"I'm a great pickpocket. I've been in the slammer a few times. I get into a lot of fights and..."
"And what?"
"I've killed a man once." He said this much quieter.
"So have I. That's why we're running away."
"Wait! What?!"
"We're going to London. Problem?"
"Not at all boss. Not at all." We rode the rest of the ride in silence. This is going to be fun.
