Jayce walked into my room without knocking and slid a manila folder onto my desk. It hit my forearm. I sighed and turned to him.
"Here. Resources. Do what you want with them."
"You're not going to help?" I asked. He was lazy from all the control he had over people. He'd changed so much since he left. I guessed it had all gone to his head.
"Do you want to offer anything else in exchange for extra effort?"
My face hit the desk and I made some inhuman noise. "Depends, Jayce. What do you want?"
"For you to work for me after this is all done with."
"Why on earth would you want me to work for you? I'm not all that useful."
"You can be taught. It benefits the both of us, if you think about it. You'd have a pretty good job, excellent protection from crime-"
"No. I don't want to get tangled up in all of that. I don't like the way you run things. I'll find my own help and take the resources." My response was automatic. And I was honest. The way Jayce and whoever else ran everything they did was suspicious and probably very, very illegal.
"It's not as if you haven't done wrong, John. Murder is supposedly the most evil act a person can commit."
Before I had the chance to react, or ask how he knew, he'd walked out and slammed the door.
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
