Zero-hours Contract Agency : Heart Escapade Project

Chapter 5 : Playing Saint

Again, we were back in square one, in the corners.

"So, what are you going to do next? Need help?" he said with a treacherous, freakish face. I faced him and looked away. I didn't even want to deal with people like this.

I.... I even hoped that my cheeks received Scarlet's.... Handful... Slap...

"First of all, thank you and please, don't follow me. Give me a little time to think and don't even try to barge inside my brain. Luh!" I hurriedly moved and ran away.

Why did he liked to interfere and mess up with my life anyway?

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Oh crap. Nice looking crap.

I was here in the taxi station already for an hour and still, the line was still fucking long! Oh my goodness, I felt like throwing up my anger! But finally....! Ten more left, ten more.... Ten—,

"Hey? Are you guys blind or something? Can't you see the line's ending point is there?—I pointed out the end of the line.... About 20 more people?—And not here?"

And still, the silence occurred. Like what the heck on the earth was happening? I was inhurry!

"MISTER, ARE YOU DEAF—!!?" my throat went dry when both of the men turned on my way. Creepy, scary, terrible. My mind didn't work as I expected.  Geez! I can protect myself but these guys were something! That I couldn't stand!

Like..... A pervy-looking maniac.

(Favorite target: School girls)

And..... A psycho-featured delinquent.

(Favorite target: Weak-looking girls)

No, no, no! Not like the ones that you guys would imagine like in television shows, stories or movies. Like hunks and full of abstract? A big, total NO! Their killer smiles would like... It would be their pleasure to kill you 'til you sleep and their stares would like they'd strip you! 

"Oh, gentlemen! If I couldn't notice perhaps I got some problem with my eyes. If you guys could excuse me...." I ran in despair as I trailed off.

I ran on an endless road made out of asphalt. I didn't bother to stop nor to look behind. I stopped again infront of a huge building or should I say, institution or agency. I was catching my breathe and trying to maintain and bring back my energy. I was trying to think how to sneak in but I realized that would only make me look like a dumb or suppose, I was already one of them.

I entered the building like nothing happened before. I continuously walked in the hallway, trying to find the "boss"'s room—without my pride and without helding my chin, up high for the first time; looking downwards—when I saw a familiar piece of shoe.

My throat leaped and my face started to became pale and blank as I looked her from her gorgeous shoe up to her monstrous face—that was the perfect contrast I'd ever seen.

I gulped hard and covered my ears with both of my palm when she started to shout, "THE LITTLE, SNEAKY INTRUDER IS HERE AGAIN, MAKING A COMEBACK!!!"

In a split second, I felt all eyes under their masks were on me. They started to turn into glares from stares which freaked me out. They all started to point me—a gun! Oh God! Are they sort of some runaway survivors of somewhat mental hospital and happily torture and victimize people who are foolish like us?!

I can't believe all of this were happening!

First, that hunk-bouncer like dudes and their Queen.

Second, that lips-claimer monster.

Third, that mysterious plus weird "BOSS" thing.

Fourth, THIS ALL OF SHIT!

I leaped a little bit in this tiny space of mine, given by them and looked at them fiercely, one-by-one. I kicked their guns in their hand one-by-one also.

Scratch that all. They did waste my stamina for nothing! I need to find the mastermind of all gross things so I could ask for help agai—,

"Why are you guys staring at my back as if you all seen a ghost?" I snapped.

I suddenly heard a flick beside on my head when they all said something in chorus like it was the end of world, "A real gun!"

"Huh? You weirdo guys are vague. What do you guys mean—?!!"

When I felt something or someone licked me on my face and my glasses was starting to fell off then it started to talk, "This is my prey," he paused and I gulped, "mind borrowing her from you all?"

They all nod in anxiety. Who the fu—!?

"You better move." he commanded like he was my master and I was his pet or something which made me annoyed. Of course, I bet. This was the awful masked man that kissed me. I was sure that was an entirely a mistake and he got a mental problem in his brain!

He kicked me towards a black door.

Actually, that hurts. Ugh, my back.

Black door...

"I suppose to say thank you...?"

"Maybe," then he pointed me a gun, with visible bullets which gave me shivers, "your thank you and sorry was not enough, you idiot." he said that with a near-screaming tone.

He walked away and I opened the black door. As usual, it was the same.

"Oh, welcome dear!" he greeted me with the most happiest tone I'd ever hear.

"Can I get this straight to the point?" I said this out of my exhaustion. After all of this craziness, I wish to stumble on my bed, "Can you grant my other... Request? Wish? To bring them back together—,"

"Sorry, but I guess one is enough. We already did what you wanted for free and now you're expecting us to do the opposite this time?"

"Please grant my wish!" I said with a determined tone, "I can do anything! I can clean a whole mess, I can write a hundred-pages note, back-to-back, I can travel to the most dangerous part of the world, I can—," she suddenly cut what I am saying

"Good, then join this agency. Easy isn't it?" she softly smiled like we're just arguing about the last piece of a limited, sale fashion shoes.

I clenched my fist and closed my eyes.

What sort of situation did I fucking entered?

"Deal?"

"Deal."

 I'm freaking invincible. This is impossible. This is crazy, really really crazy. This is so cheap that I can't even afford to buy this joke.

I found out that I was tired playing saint. I guess this non-sense things could help me also to trigger and to dug my past.

Hopefully.