How Not To Be Evil

4. The Gay Best Friend Stereotype

I was ready for the video call. In which I would be explaining the effects and how to control the specified person. It was simple enough, but some would disagree. I had to be able to sell myself and this thing. It may be too dangerous for even us. After all, we didn't want it to fall into the wrong hands.

I looked at the clock, I still had time to get ready and about an hour until Jess died. She was attractive, and I could have seen myself with her if it was not for some very obvious reasons. One, she's an enemy, and secondly, she's dying. The other problem would namely be Elle, my girlfriend. The one no one knew about...

I walked out of the observation room and into the jungle. I could barely see the sunset through all the trees, but sure as day, it was there. "You always did have a thing for the sky, didn't you Emmy?"

"God, no ones called me Emmy in years. Brings back some memories." I laughed and looked up at my first and last boyfriend. I couldn't really make out his face, but I could just feel him smiling, "Ahh those days were very," he paused to think. What were those days? When I really felt for him, before my brother died and we had sex. Sex had changed everything for me. I had always had a hunch that perhaps I wasn't as in love or attracted to Edward as I should have been. But when we did it, god why was it such an eye-opener, "I don't know how to describe us. Not after well that."

I shook my head in amusement, "What that after three years of dating and losing our virginity to each other, that I came out when you were still inside me for the first time." He pinched his nose, and this time I could see his smile reach his eyes, "You never were good at putting things gently, were you?"

"Blame my mother, I do all the time." I pushed his shoulder gently and focused back on the view. "You know Emmy, you can't blame all this on her. Does she even you know, know?" he sounded like he was dancing on shards of glass.

"What? That I'm a lesbian, oooo god no. I don't even know what she would do. I mean I've tried to tell her, you know subtly, but I guess she just doesn't want to hear it." I pulled at my shirt and looked back at him. Why had things gone so wrong? Sure we may have shared one of the most awkward moments of our lives together, but we had been inseparable before we were even dating. Edward and I had been friends even after that, "You always wanted a gay friend, and now you're your own." he laughed again. At his own joke, the egotistical shit. When had we changed? I still hated him, but it didn't mean we couldn't have a civil conversation, "I'll see you around."

I walked back to the building, truthfully it looked like a school built in the sixties. Being that it was square and had large windows with a flat roof. There was also some profanities that my brother and I had painted on there. I could almost feel him standing next to me. As if ready for the one time I didn't mess up. Finally, I was reassured in my strengths, and I knew only death would stop me.

Jess's red hair was blinding in as it shone. Her eyes were bluer than the sea, why was she on my mind? I climbed over the mini wall to head to the double-doored entrance. There was a squelching sound as my heel hit something. I looked down, "Fucking dog shit. Only those fucking animals could ruin this for me." It smelt worse than Wilson, and boy was he a stinker. I lifted my heel up further as I tried to get it out. It was well and truly stuck. I pushed my foot back into the shoe. Something cold smothered my foot. Oh god, "Ewwwwww. No no no, these are, they're Jada Dubai and Passion Jewelers Passion Diamond Shoes!" I paid so much for these shoes. 17 million to be precise.

"George... Susan, Harald, Finn, Ulrick. Goddamit whatever your name is come get me!" I shouted. I could not ruin these tights or anything else I owned today. God help me if I spill anything on that green dress tonight.

I stood there waiting for my cries to be heard, and with the warming shit in my shoe, my patience was thinning by the second. I would be tapping my heels, but they were stuck. I stayed there for a while longer. I looked down at my shoes. Slowly I stepped out of them and into the grass. Bending over I extracted them from the dirt. Soon I was leaping to the door.

I began to think of what I would do as I traversed the halls to my room. I would... What would I do after this? World domination didn't sound too bad. Maybe instead of doing evil, I make some problems in the world right. I could, after all, control people. An image popped into my brain, one where my mother left me alone. No marriage to Edward at my mother's behest and God there would be no more comparisons to my brother. That would be so freeing.

My mother spun in a James Bond fashion as I entered the room. All she needed was a cat, and she could be Dr No, "Have a seat, Emma, dear."

I looked down at my hands. She always managed to belittle me, "What do you want?" Some part of me was curious. My mother had actually bothered to wait for me. Something had to be wrong for her to do that.

"I've come to a realisation, you don't like Edward at all, do you? I mean I know I'm right, because, well I always am." Had she finally understood all the signals I had been sending her. I looked curiously at her. She aged well, and she didn't exactly have that maternal look to her but, there was something new. I nodded at her, looking directly into her brown eyes. Mother had instilled in my brother and I to be proud of our Korean heritage. Looking at her now and how strictly she followed traditions, I could further understand why. Adulthood or maybe more the last three years had changed how I viewed myself. I never really believed I was good at anything, but losing my brother and his final words to me had marred my brain, "Well, if that's the way you truly feel we can always find another man, they do come in bulk nowadays."

I scrunched up my face and took a breath, "Mum, I don't want to get married or hand over the business. Mum, I don't... Mum, I'm gay." She looked me directly in the eyes, and her brows rose slightly. She opened her mouth a few times, "Ok um, this is interesting to me, but there are plenty of females in your line of work. You can marry one of them."

I was glad that she accepted me but, it was like she couldn't deal with me without a ring on my finger, "Mum, you can't just make someone marry me and besides, I don't want to get married. This is a success, and you promised me I could keep doing this by myself if it was a success." She looked at me, incredulously. My mother didn't say a word to me as she rose gracefully and walked out the door.