Corrupted (DISCONTINUED)

Chapt. 20 - Meet Alfie, the Little Mr. Hitman

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I sat down on a chair and watched the Hitman spread files and photos across the dining table. Occasionally glancing at Tony, who is peering at the man cautiously from another room. I fidget nervously as I watch him arrange the numerous papers, even getting to his feet as he gets frustrated trying to find one. It's truly a strange sight watching yourself with your own eyes.

"Oookay! Thanks for waiting!" The man giggles. He sits back down and crosses his arms and legs. "Let me introduce myself. As you know, I am your alternate. My name is Alfred F. Jones, given public titles include 'The Hitman' or just 'Hitman'. To avoid confusion, you may call me that or just Alfie. You can call Allen some other nickname as well. I was asked to explain and answer some of your questions. I even have some proof if you don't believe me." Gesturing towards the numerous papers. "Once I've finished, I'll allow some questions on the topic for further specification. Once we've completely finished, you have a choice to let me take over your place in the next few world meetings, which will take place in a week. Is this all clear?"

I nod my head slowly, still trying to catch up with all he said. "I can call you Alfie or Hitman, I can ask questions and you'll answer, and you can take my place if I want too for the following meetings. How interesting." I mutter. He nods his own head and moves forward. "So, what will be your first question?" He smiles.

"Hold on, I just wanna make something clear. Is there a limit? And will you tell the truth to any question?" I ask. "No limitations, and yes. The truth will be the only answer." Alfie specifies. I gulp and think of a question. I can't just ask about my journal yet, I need something lighter.

"How many of you alternates are there?" I ask. Alfie shuts his eyes. "Well, at the moment, there are only three. And they are only your alternates, of course me included. There are many more of you, but they are not affected by the unbalance in their world. Lucky douches, huh? Boy, do I just want to teach our fellow alternates a lesson. How fun it would be to throw them under a guillotine." Alfie sighs dreamily.

I watch him mumble to himself and shift uncomfortably. Uncertain of what to do, I ask another question."Are there alternates for every country?" I watch the Hitman's eyes open and widen. "Of course! Not only you! I mean, your fellow countries have alternates as well. Even the micronations! In my world, they're quite a handful to deal with. I need to try getting rid of them, but they always slip out of my hands, you see. Especially that bragging Kirkland and unstable Russian freak." Alfie continued rambling on, until he finally took a breath.

We stared at each other for a moment. He gestures to me, and I understand the message. "Alright then. Do you guys have my journal?" I look straight at him, and he stares back. A little thrown back by my sudden seriousness, his lips curl up into a smile and he sighs. The man nods slowly, arms and legs still cross. "Do you guys have plans with it?" I wait patiently, and watch as the man nods his head slowly once more. "May you tell me your plans?" I edged over my seat, eager to know the answer. Alfie shuts his eyes and hums to himself. After a few minutes, he opens them and smiles wider.

"We're planning on destroying it."

I look down at my own hands. Of course they are. "But why?" I ask aloud. "America, you are a strong country. You're also capable of something great. Great, but dangerous. You're hiding your true potential. It isn't healthy to share it with a stupid book, a journal to be exact. You need to share your problems with the countries, and they might consider." Alfie's eyes soften. "We need to get rid of it, and if you don't speak, we'll be your voice."

"I don't need any of your help. Besides, I'm perfectly fine." I said through gritted teeth. He simply sighs, for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Your opinion doesn't matter, America. We're doing it, whether you like it or not. You already knew what we were going to do with the journal, yet you never faced the truth and kept asking, as if the answer would change. Man up America, this is for the better. So, are there any more questions?"

"Fine, if that's the way you'll be. But I do have one more. That little stunt you guys pulled during the Meeting. How did you do it?"

"Well, it took a bit more planning than we thought, especially since it was going to be under 15 minutes. But when you have time himself on your side, you can have anything done." He chuckled. I simply roll my eyes and buried my head in my hands.

This guy really gets on my nerves.... but he has a point. I haven't been facing the truth... but to be honest, I might never will.

"Okay okay, I get the idea. Can you leave now, I want to think this over." I sighed and looked up at him. He nods and stands up. "You can keep the files and photos for now. There are also a few papers and documents relating to the whole thing. You can read them if you'd like, and we'll meet again once the job's done." He pushes the chair back to its original spot and flashes me a smile, before leaving the room. I listen to his footsteps and hear the door slam shut.

"We'll meet again, indeed." I murmur.

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{It'a been so long (for me at least), that I read my own story without noticing, and surprised myself. Sorry if it gets a bit confusing, I myself forgot a bit of the plot. Also, this will be a series!! :D}