I would kill for you

Chapter 5: A dangerous life

"How are we feeling today! Today we are going to look at the worlds most dangerous man, Spencer Shay! The song for this scene is the instrumental of "Jack's Lament from the nightmare before Christmas soundtrack" don't judge, it just sounds ominous. And I fuckin' love Tim Burton. Hope you enjoy!

Point of view, Spencer Shay

Location, Shay apartment at about 12:50 

Characters in this scene:

Spencer

Freddie

Sam

Carly

(Song begins. If this were a film, our view would move around the apartment and various objects within before settling on Spencer's face, eyes closed, at a time in the song of your choice)

What a life I lead. I think deeply as I let my head sink into the velvet, violet cushioning. The plethora of sculptures I had both worked into this world with my hands and wrought of my own imagination all seemed to... stare through the facade I presented, and then into me. The creations of mine all seemed to silently mock me. No not make mockery, their expressions were more so those of quiet judgment. I deserved it, they were all in representation of the numerous victims of my sins.

I heavily pondered the massive and intricately woven web of lies, at the centre of which I am the very lethal and feared arachnid predator. Many paths converged beneath and emanated from around me. No, I was not at the exact centre of it all. I was at the centre of my own web yet I was far away from the epicentre oft this twisted world of metaphorical angels and demons.

I contemplated the perch of crime, upon which I am the most hideous of the birds of prey, the vulture. An accurate comparison, I was the most hated by many in my field due to my skill set. I was truly both loathed and feared, yet I was easily the most lethal and effective of any of the multitude of  killers who consistently flocked around the many opportunities offered to them by the deadly trade of assassination.

I attempted in futility to sort through the swirling abyss of thoughts and fears in my ever tortured mind without sinking beneath their sheer waves, and vanishing while I drowned. Freddie, was he well? Socco, had he delivered the product like he had been ordered? Carly, how much longer could I keep her safe? Sam, did she know about my connections? How did I ever thrust myself into the darkest depths of this dangerous game called life?

I heard the door opening, but did not turn my head. I knew that I was safe, for if they were amongst mine enemies, they would have shot first, and there are only three people I know in this world who literally never knock. Two of which I trust, one of which I knew was at school, so that narrowed down my options to two, and one of which would have no reason to come by, so I knew precisely who was there

"Hey Spencer!" As I figured, Fredward Benson, in need of assistance judging from the timber and cadence of his voice. Since I had overheard his argument with his mother earlier, I believed he was in need of lodging. However, due to the fact that his vicious ex-girlfriend frequents this location, and his mother would most likely search here first, he would need lodgings elsewhere.

"Sorry to bother you so soon but y....." his voice trailed off. The answer to that specific riddle was as blatant and as obvious as the nose on Pinocchio's  face, and I couldn't help it but to smile to myself as I heard him ask the questions I had predicted.

"Is that Tim Burtons, The Nightmare Before Christmas?" He asks when he cues into the ominous music I had been meditating to.

(End song)