Perfect Evil

The Head Leader

He sat up late in his stuffy office. The night was hot and beads of sweat started to form on his germ ridden forehead. His hair covered in a film of grease. His little piggy eyes darted across the messy desk. Piled high with books and letters. His job was extremely stressful. Each day more work piled up.

He leaned back in his large chair, sighing before heaving himself up. His heavy rolls of fat causing him to groan as his backache came back. He grabbed a few important documents in his large sweaty hands, grasping them with his sausage like fingers. he lodged them under his arm and trudged over to the lift shaft.

He walked in, sniffing distastefully. He hadn't had time to buy himself a nice office, he still used the disgusting one he had at the start of his career. The lift was shared by two other men. It smelled like pee again. He didn't want to find out why. As he stood trying not to touch the walls, the lift slowly trundling down a floor at a time. When he got home he would have to find a private office. He was head leader after all. Sighing he wondered why nobody had offered him a private office.

Its because they don't like you, you're too soft.

A voice in the back of his head whispered. He shook it off. The violence levels on this world were at a scary level. Part of him wanted to change everything, but he knew that nothing would work.

He clambered into his car, throwing the documents into the passengers seat. He squeezed his large frame in. The car was one of the few hover cars available. Like something from one of the old Sci Fi movies. It had no wheels, just beams of energy causing the car to hover just above the pavement. He started the engine, it was dark outside. He looked at his watch, 11:00 PM. He bumped his head on the steering wheel, causing the car to emit a loud beep. He was late... Again. Mary was going to kill him.

He pulled out of his parking spot, revving up the engine and heading off to his large manor house. The road was dimly lit by street lamps, glowing feebly as they were dotted down the road. His thoughts turned to Iris, she really was an odd one. Such a piece of artwork. She scared him though, that was the main reason he forced her to resign. He had no idea what he would do next, she was so unpredictable. He had a feeling that she was going to be pretty angry. She was just so violent and uncontrollable. She made him feel powerless. Just the way she looked and the way that she could create an immense silence just from her presence. It was the kind of personality he had always envied. Some people just had everything.

He carried on down the empty highway. A large lorry was speeding along, a small square in the distance. The lorry was obviously travelling over the speed limit. His palms started to get a bit sweaty, he got nervous around things that could potentially kill him. Pushing a strand of damp hair off his face, he carried on driving carefully. The lorry got closer and closer. It was huge, the drive seemed slightly drunk by the way the lorry kept swerving around.

The next few seconds seemed to go in slow motion.

It edged nearer and nearer. Its pace increasing.

The wheels shifted causing it to change lane rapidly.

The sudden change was unexpected. The car skimmed across, popping a tire and forcing it off the road and into a ditch.

Was the head leader dead or alive? Did anyone actually care?