My Roommate: The Untold Story

The Plan

"Pull over here," I directed, as Agent Walker smoothly maneuvered the unmarked car in front of Alex's apartment building. The engine growled to a stop, the quiet hum fading into the night.

"Alright," she said, her voice sharp, authoritative. "Get out and call your friend over. Now," she added, as if I were some stray mutt to be commanded.

I didn't need a second prompt. I quickly got out, walking toward the small, rusted gate. With a flick of my finger, I pressed the doorbell. Then, as if to calm my nerves, I fished out a cigarette, tucked it between my lips, and struck a match. The flickering flame danced for a moment before the first puff of smoke curled into the chilly air.

Meanwhile, Agent Walker paced, her hands on her hips, scanning the surroundings with the practiced eyes of someone who has seen more than her fair share of dirty corners. Though she wasn't in uniform, her presence screamed law enforcement. The confident stride, the way she carried herself—it was unmistakable.

The gate creaked open, revealing Alex, his familiar face breaking into a curious grin.

"Hola, amigo," he greeted me warmly but with a flicker of confusion as his eyes darted to Agent Walker. "What's up with the feds?"

"Hi, I'm Agent Walker, FBI," she said briskly, flashing her badge. "We need to ask you a few questions. Mind if we come inside?"

Alex blinked, startled, then threw up his hands defensively. "Whoa, hold on. What did I do?" His voice wavered, an edge of panic creeping in.

"Relax," she replied coolly, "we're just conducting an investigation."

"Oh... uh, alright," Alex said, still unsure but ushering us inside. "You're welcome to come in. Let's talk."

We followed him to his cluttered room, dominated by a desk with three large flat-screen monitors, all glowing with lines of code or data I couldn't begin to understand. Whatever he was working on, it looked... complex.

"Sorry, I don't have enough chairs," Alex muttered, adjusting the crumpled bedspread. "Mind sitting on the bed?"

"We're fine," Walker replied curtly, her eyes narrowing as she stood near the bed, arms crossed. "Now, let's get to the point. Do you still have Chris's list?"

"List?" Alex frowned, his tone shifting to defensive. "What about it?"

"We need you to hand it over," Walker's voice was steely, brokering no argument.

"What for? It's just some crumpled paper," he retorted, feigning nonchalance.

I shot him a look of disbelief, my mind reeling. He knew what the list was! He was the one who told me it was a **death list**, and now he was acting clueless?

"Seriously?" I demanded, my eyes boring into his, trying to figure out what game he was playing.

Alex chuckled awkwardly and tapped my shoulder. "Oh, that! The death list thing? It was just a joke, man. You know, like in the movies."

I stared at him, incredulous. **A joke?** Was he messing with me?

"Sorry, Agent," Alex continued, grinning like a fool. "My friend here took the joke a bit too seriously."

"But Alex," I started, my voice tightening, "you said—"

"Ed, relax," he cut me off, waving his hand dismissively. "It was all in good fun. I was just talking about some movie I saw, where people made death lists."

"So... you don't think Chris killed the janitor?" I asked, my voice dropping to a near whisper, trying to make sense of this absurdity.

Alex shrugged. "I don't know, man. It's complicated."

Agent Walker's eyes bore into me, her patience visibly thinning. "Next time," she said sharply, "don't believe everything you hear. This isn't some movie plot. Here's my card—call me if anything real happens. And be careful, kid," she added before striding out of the apartment. A moment later, we heard the roar of her car as she took off.

Once the sound of the engine faded, I turned back to Alex, my eyes blazing with anger. "What the hell, man?"

"Hey, don't blame me," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "This whole thing... it's not as simple as it seems."

"Simple? You've got some explaining to do."

Alex sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, let's go to Tubeline. I'll explain everything there. Trust me."

We headed to the Tubeline Bar, just across the street. It wasn't packed yet, the early evening crowd still trickling in. The scent of grilled meat and beer wafted through the air as we took seats at the bar.

"Two San Mig Lights," Alex ordered with a grin, flashing his charming smile at the bartender.

Once the beers were in front of us, Alex turned to me, his expression finally serious. "Okay, listen up. That list... it's real. It's a death list."

I nearly spat out my drink. "Then why didn't you tell Agent Walker?"

"Because," he said, leaning in, his voice low, "if I had, Chris would've been arrested. And trust me, you don't want Chris knowing we're onto him. He's... dangerous."

"Dangerous?" I scoffed. "He'd be behind bars. What's the problem?"

Alex shook his head. "You don't understand. Chris isn't just any criminal. He's... different. People like him, psychopaths—they have ways of getting to you, even behind bars. And they don't die easily. You can't just put them away and expect to be safe."

"So what do we do?" I asked, my frustration mounting.

"We need to earn his trust," Alex said, his voice deadly serious. "Make him think we're on his side. It's the only way to survive this."

As absurd as it sounded, there was something about Alex's words that struck a chord of truth. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this twisted game, but one thing was certain: it was far from over.

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**Author's Note:**

Thank you for sticking with me through the first nine chapters! I hope you're enjoying the story so far. Things are about to get even more intense with twists and turns around every corner. As I've mentioned before, this is based on real events from my time in the dormitory. Of course, I've taken some creative liberties to spice things up, but the people and situations are very real.

I appreciate any feedback or suggestions you might have—they help me craft a better story for all of you. Stay tuned for the next chapters; you won't want to miss what's coming!