He was still clueless; poor Chresanto, he won't even see it coming. I tucked the pocket knife away in my jacket, exiting my home. The thought of anyone seeing me was the least of my worries, I resided in a secluded house on the west side of town which was mostly trees and abandoned cabins. I entered my jet black Corvette, starting it and pulling out of the drive way.
The car came to a gentle stop as I turned off the ignition. I peeked over my shoulder and watched a security guard usher a patient through the metal detectors which stood proudly in WWA's lobby. I pulled out the pocket knife, smirking at it, and dosed it with oil. This would cause it to go unnoticed by the metal detectors, leaving me in the clear.
I pulled up my hood, changing my villainous expression to a glum one as I entered the hospital. The elevator took me up to the tenth floor and I was greeted by Lori, who had seemed to be packing up. She looked up from her purse and smiled at me.
"Good morning, Emmanuel. Can you tell Dr. August I'll be back soon, I have business to attend to." She rushed to the elevator, grabbing one of the trophies from the china closet. I wonder what she's up to.
I shrugged it off and walked into Dr. August's office, finding him nose deep in folders that covered majority of his desk.
"Emmanuel!" He smiled at me and closed the folder he was reading. "Please have a seat."
I blatantly ignore him, approaching the book case in his office. I scanned the shelves, growling lowly in aggravation once I couldn't find it. It's deep blue cover and gold writing caught my eye, and there it was placed on a stack of papers. A dry smile creeped onto my lips as I picked it up.
Chresanto had a puzzled look on his face; I knew he would be confused, but now it's time to clear some things up.
I opened the book and flipped through the pages until I found what I was looking for; Mr. Houghton's home room. There, was the face of a person I haven't seen since I was in high school. I turned the book towards him and pointed.
"Do you remember him?" I asked softly, the tears burning my eyes. He remained silently, and a look of pure guilt washed over his face.
"Do you remember him?!" I asked more sternly. He bit his lip as a tear streamed down his cheek.
"He was my best friend, my crush, the first boy I was ever attracted to. Then you.. You came and took him away from me. You drove him to the point of no return! You made him die!" Now he looked completely dumbfounded, confused. I removed my hood and my afro of large, thick curls jumped into place. I threw my glasses across the floor, and looked up at him smirking.
"Remember me now?" He squinted his eyes at me until the widened a second later.
"J-Jacob? You've been missing for years! The police pronounced you dead!"
I smiled darkly at him and shook my head.
"After Ray died, I went on a hiatus. The week following his funeral, I packed a bag of clothes, money and a bus pass. I never left a note, I just left. I then decided on a new look, braided my hair and wore glasses. I managed to get myself a fake I.D and credit card, going by middle name from then. I moved out of L.A and that's when I saw you here in Atlanta. Walking into WWA, and I found out you worked here. I came up with all of my own fake information, I think I deserve a clap for that, and tracked you down."
He trembled in fear, I looked straight in his eyes as tears streamed down his face.
"I'm so sorry for what I did in high school, middle school everything. I'm not that Chresanto anymore! People change!"
"I know that, but not people like you. Ray didn't deserve to die, we didn't deserve to get bullied damn near to death for being ourselves either!" I pulled out the pocket knife and held it towards his face.
"I'm sorry! I'll give you anything money, clothes, car! Please don't hurt me!" He held up his hands in surrender.
"Oh I'm not going to hurt you, Chressy. You took someone I loved, all I'm going to do is return the favor." His eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"You don't mean.." His voice drifted off and he began to cry harder. "No! Not Lailah! She's my everything please no!"
"Rayan was my everything.."
He tackled me to the ground and punched me straight in my jaw.
"I'll kill you before you do!" He grunted as he sent another blow to my chest. I pushed him off and wrapped my hands around his neck as he grabbed my wrists, choking.
I stared deep into his eyes as he looked up at me gasping for air. I smirked at him, loving the state we were in. His life in my hands, and I had the power to end it right then and there. But I couldn't; there was still so much to be done. I loosened my grip around his neck and watched as he wallowed on the floor. Tears escaped his eyes, and he coughed loudly.
"You'll never get away with this, I will hunt you down." He managed to choke out. I chuckled lightly, examining the large bay window in his office. I opened it and stood on the edge.
"But I already have Chresanto." He fled to the window, obviously wondering if I had jumped to my death. But sadly, I hadn't and would be back to torture him. I smiled devilishly as I landed safely on the ground. I climbed into my all black Corvette, revving the engine and racing out of the parking lot. I stopped at a red light and glanced back at his office building in the distance.
Next step: kill Lailah Warren.
