Weapon Seven

Part V

A/N: This chapter deals with gorey(ish) topics, nothing too graphic (but that's my opinion) again, thank you to the few who are reading, if you want feel free to comment.

Thanks again, -A

Later that evening I had devised a plan to help a classmate in need. I knew that Jessica had someone she could go to live with in the event of an accident. An intentional accident.

I made myself pasta with alfredo sauce after a shower and night training. I ate in solitude while music played through the speakers in the ceilings. As I cleaned my dishes in the sink I hummed along to Miracle Aligner by The Last Shadow Puppets, one of my favorite songs at the moment. I glanced at the clock which read 19:40 (or 7:40 pm). I had plenty of time before nightfall when I would execute my plan. But before I did, I needed a solid plan.

I grabbed my laptop from its charger and headed to my futon in the living space by the tv. I grabbed a notebook from the end table and opened to a fresh page. I opened the laptop and went in search of Jessica's current living residence, unfortunately for her terrible father, he had opted to put their address in the school directory. I did some research on Thomas J Elberthert, I found his mess of a Facebook and LinkedIn account. Plastered with photos of him in numerous of New York's tourist locations including The Statue of Liberty, Brooklyn Bridge, Times Square, and the Empire State building. In all the photos you could see Jessica's eyes pleading for help. His Tinder account was worse, his photos were mostly selfies of poor quality. His bio bled red with red flags. This man had to go.

I finished writing down important information and key things to keep in mind before concluding my research and turning on the tv. My eyes watched the screen but the information was not processed. My mind fled to the on-coming mission, Thomas went to the gym and seemed to be of an average bulk with slightly more muscle than an average male of his age. I hadn't taken a life in months, I know I would be able to, but I was enjoying my clean slate. I thought past that, I was doing this to help someone. I formed a knife in my hand and felt the cold energy in my hand. The weight of the knife sat well in my hand, it was heavy but that's the way I liked them. I wouldn't be taking any weapons from the tower, they can be tracked down. I would rely solely on my own ability and knives.

I became restless after 30 minutes of tv watching, it was now 21:00. I would go at midnight so I had three hours to kill. I used my three hours to keep my hands busy, I baked chocolate chip and snickerdoodle cookies which consumed two and a half hours of my time.

After I was finished with cleaning up I went to my closet. I grabbed a pair of thick black pants used in combat by some military forces, I paired them with thick black socks and combat boots that rose just under my mid calf as well as a black long sleeve turtleneck ribbed shirt and a black blazer. This would be my uniform for the time being. I braided my hair into two tight french braids and put on dark sunglasses and a black baseball cap. I looked like a goth at a baseball game but who cared? I didn't. I glanced at the clock and figured it was time to go. Instead of taking the main way out I plotted to leave by way of the fire escape stairs and then take the subway system to the Bronx, as to not add miles to my car and so I couldn't get pulled over. I knew Jessica would not be home tonight, I had overheard her talking to her boyfriend in the hall about sleeping over.

I headed down the cement stairs all the way to the ground floor before opening the exit door and heading toward the side exit. I froze at the sound of someone's footsteps behind me. I was caught. I turned around to see Nat.

"Where are you headed?" She asked me, she was dressed in one of Barnes' sweatshirts and sleep shorts. Her arms were crossed and she looked more intrigued than upset.

"Can't say,"

"Does it involve something illegal?"

"Yes," I whisper while looking down