Creed X Quincy

The Beginning

Quincy looked at Creed with tear-filled eyes. Creed just stood there looking at him with no emotion. He was about to turn and walk away when Quincy got brave and spoke up.

"Well.... aren't you going to say
something?" He said in a weird almost creepy monotone voice.

"How can you just stand there and watch me cry?!" He said as tears fell onto creeds tear-soaked shirt.

His voice started to quiver since he could no longer hide his emotions. A tear fell as he said, "It's not like I enjoy watching you cry. It hurts me to see you like this."

Creed wiped his tears away and took his hand. That just so happens to be the last thing Quincy remembers. He woke up alone at his home the next day. He carefully sat up in the bed but felt a pain in his head and a little in some places on his body.

"Huh? Why do I have a headache? and why can't I remember yesterday?" He thought to himself.

He stood up and walked to the mirror that hung above his dresser. He realized his makeup had been taken off. However, he had no memory of doing this. He looked around for his phone; suddenly realizing he had no idea where it was. He saw it on the bedside table and breathed a sigh of relief. He walked over to his phone and picked it up. He put in his password and called his boss.

Once his boss answer he replied with, "Hey Mr.Marcus, I won't be able to come in to work today. I think someone from last night slipped me something."

"You're positive someone slipped you something? We can't have any false allegations or this operation goes down." Mr. Marcus said with an unpleased tone.

There was sincerity and honesty as he said, "I'm pretty sure. I can't remember anything from yesterday except meeting the last guy on my schedule."

They both grew silent but had the same realization. He must have been the one who drugged him and who knows what else he did afterwards.

After the moment of silence Mr.Marcus was the one to break it by saying, "Do you think...."

Quincy thought about it and payed attention to how his body was feeling before saying, "We might have. Granted, that's my job, but I'd prefer to be conscious for it."

"You can take the day off I'll schedule someone to your shift. Try to avoid seeing that guy again. I'll also let our security know so he doesn't come in again. Does he know where you live?" He paced a bit while talking to him.

He grew worried and a little frightened. He knew it wasn't safe for him to drive like this.

"Can you send over a security guy to check out my place? He may know where I live." He was biting his lip as he was anxious.

"I'll send someone now. Just be careful. His profile has all kinds of red flags. I don't even know how he got in here." He said as he was still subconsciously pacing.

Just then Quincy heard a small noise come from his closet. He quietly walked over to the closet and opened it. Right when he did he felt a sting in the side of his neck.

He woke up and felt cold metal against his skin. He tried to move but couldn't. Everything was dark, cold and silent. Sudden blinding light made him close his eyes tightly.