Delirious POV
I woke up with a jolt. My instincts made me quickly reach for my gun, but once I felt the cold metal I realized it was just paranoia. Nothings ever new, waking up in a cold sweat is normal now. Well, for the nights I sleep anyway.
Looking over to my side table, I checked the time. The clock read 6:00am. Cursing to myself I quickly got up and went into my living room. Soon noticing I hadn't put a shirt on. I rolled my eyes, walking back into my room and quickly putting on a shirt and my mask, I'll have to be very careful about that now.
Fuck, I forgot I have the kid here. Maybe I should start calling him by his 'name'. Not like it really matters.
I cursed to myself more, I remembered that I meant to make him set his own damn alarm. I'm not a fucking babysitter. I laughed picturing myself as a babysitter. What a stupid fucking job.
I was laughing the whole time as I walked upstairs to wake Smitty up. I made it to his door and began to think about stupid ways I can wake him up. Most of them involve emotional trauma for him, or me being hurt physically. I stood at the door pondering ideas and thinking about their endings would be.
My train of thought broke when I saw the door open and a tired looking Smitty looked back at me.
"Ya know, hearing you fucking laughing and walking up the stairs is so fucking creepy" He yawned.
"Then it's a good thing your going to set an alarm for the rest of the time you're here" I said coldly. "Training starts today, don't waste my time"
"Yes boss" He nodded and walked past me to the bathroom.
I didn't expect him to be so tired. Although that isn't my problem, and he'll have to do with the new schedule.
Time Skip
I gave him a run-down of the things around my house I have to protect me, I only lightly touched upon them since I don't want him to exactly know the weaknesses to my house before I can fully trust him. We spent more time talking about hacking, the deep-web, and general computer stuff. It seems to be what he's more interested in.
When we started talking about my basement and the cameras down there, he asked about Craig. Who I haven't forgot about, I'm just keeping him untouched so that way Smitty can have experience on a 'fresh' victim. I'm still visiting him to give him food, and a little bit of social interaction so he doesn't end up going crazy.
Since we spent all morning on training, I'm letting him take a little break before we start talking about our mission and what's going to happen. But, I don't really like breaks so it only lasted 10 minutes.
"Smitty, time to start planning our mission. Meet me in the back room" I instructed.
I heard him get up from the couch and start walking to the room. I took out my plan book and a basic map of the area Mark supposedly stayed. I guess having someone who knows the place helps, but it takes out some of the adventure.
"Okay, so what is my job?" He asked.
"You know the area really well, correct?" He nodded "Alright so, you're going to take this marker and draw out the layout, including any bodyguards he may have etc."
He took the marker and quickly drew multiple lines. Marks base seemed to be made up of 3 floors. The basement, where he keeps all his slaves and torture rooms. The first floor, which has multiple meeting rooms and other rooms he doesn't know what they include. Then the third floor which has his main office, room, etc.
He then took a different coloured marker and drew circles in several areas, explaining they are stations for guards. Taking the last available colour, on the side of the 'map' he drew a chart explaining the routine for the guard positions. Explaining when they rotated etc.
"He's really built up something, hasn't he" I muttered.
"Actually, it isn't only him. A guy by the name Felix Kjellburg runs it with him, from last I was there I overheard that Mark might give Felix leadership. So, when we go...do you wanna kill him too" He smirked to me.
"No, he isn't our priority. T-Wildcat, only wants Mark gone and for you to learn a few things" I turned down his idea. His face immediately dropped and turned to frustration.
His emotions take over him to easily, it could pose an issue. Then fucking kill him, say he died while trying to kill Mark.
"Huh, haven't heard from you in a while" I whispered.
"Delirious?" Smitty said concerned.
"What?" I snapped.
Fuck, go away im not doing that. You've gotten soft.
"Fuck off" I yelled. Hitting my fist on the table I jerked my head up to see Smitty slowly backing up, fear beautifully glistening in his eyes.
I smirked behind my mask when I saw the fear I instilled in him. But I wish I had more control over the situation in which he learned to fear me. That's not the way I planned for it to happen. Oh well, nothing to do about it now.
But that means I have him to deal with, he went away for a long time....why is he back now?
Wanting to distract myself I began looking over the plans I noticed that all the information I needed was already there. Including information in a few folders Tyler gave me.
This could have been a good lesson for him but, I guess i'm just not used to working with someone else...and its slowly bothering him. I don't want to deal with him or Smitty right now though. The mission is supposed to happen in 2 days. Even though that's plenty of time, I don't feel like losing my mind again.
I looked over the plans and read the folders, making a plan to kill Mark Fischbach.
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