Delirium had finished packing for the trip, he had two revolvers, a screwdriver, and a knife stored neatly in a briefcase. He walked over to his comrades for possibly the final time.
"Arnold," He said softly, "you were a good friend. If I die today you will be a great heir to the company"
"Rose," he said as he turned to the left, "you're gonna go far, this company needs someone like you as second-in-command"
"Alex," He said, "A man of pure strength shouldn't be hindered by such a low position. Today you move up my friend."
"Tony," Delirium said he looked into Mr. Clev's eye, "I may treat you awfully sometimes but it's only out of the knowledge that you're a much better soul than I could hope to be, keep your chin high."
Delirium turned and walked out the door and everybody almost felt bad for him for the very first time.
Delirium had always shown signs of sociopathic behavior since he was just a small. In one case he stabbed a fellow child in the lower back and removed an oil-covered bolt without him noticing, he kept that bolt in his wallet for the next two decades, as he left the building he threw that bolt in the bushes of a nearby park.
Delirium arrived at the wooden and spiraling mansion and with feet firmly on the ground he shouted into the oblivion of his own mind and out onto the street
"I AM DELIRIUM IRON-HEAD".
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Iron-Head and Co.
Mystery / ThrillerTwo android assassins working from the streets of gear city find a cryptic pattern of clues from their most recent victims. Cover is by me
