~Try to Detect My Love: Unmasked (Quackbur)~

~The Corrupt Deal~

TW: blood and gore mentioned a lot in this chapter, just a heads up :)

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Wilbur's POV:

"Nice to finally meet you, Wilbur Soot."

What? How'd he know my name? I have never met this man before in my life. I would surely remember his face if I have.

"Who are you? And how do you know me? What's happening..."

He smiled. The smile was somewhat pitiful. I did not want him to pity me. The smile must have been fake anyway. Why would he be smiling sadly at me if he just kidnapped me?

"We've been watching you for a while Wilbur Soot. We'll not 'we', I've been to busy to spy on a college boy, they've been spying on you." He pointed at the man in the front, driving the car.

"I've learnt and heard a lot about you Soot. You seem like you think have your life together. You got all As in High School, and then moved away from your family in the UK to the US for medical college, right?" he said calmly as if my life was common information.

"But of course you don't want to hear about your life and what I know about you, you want to know why you're here," He said slowly, almost like trying to make sure I was absorbing all of the information he was giving me. "I have a proposal, you help me with what I need, and I'll help you pay for your student loans."

The deal sounded nice. I could probably quit my second job, take a break, maybe even get 8 hours of sleep. Finally spend time with my friends. Spend my college years filled with fun, joy.

But I'm not stupid.

My loans aren't cheap. He'd want something big  out of me. Or whoever he was working for.

"But you'll have  to agree before you hear what I need, deal?" He held his hand out to shake it. It was rough and had blisters all over it. Whatever he want me to do was not going to be light work.

Of course I didn't shake his hand, I'm not dumb. But something in his eyes told me he knew I wasn't going to shake his hand.

"Oh! Obviously you wouldn't shake my hand, duh!" He pulled back his hand and laughed. It was slightly unsettling but warm at the same time. It confused me.

"You go to doctor school or whatever. You wouldn't just jump into this without knowing the shit you were about to get into." He started to lean back in the seat. It seemed to like he was grabbing something from behind the chair. "The others I've worked with always just jumped on board, just because they hear their bills getting paid. They get excited, you know?"

He finally pulled out a quite thick file from behind his back and throwing it on my lap. Its cover was black and had no details on it, no name, no words, no nothing.

"But of course they want to pair me up with someone who they think uses at least half a brain this time." He smirked.

I opened the file somewhat not surprised to see what was inside. It was a criminal case. It said:

On the Thursday, May 18th of 2018, the body of Gabriel Davis-Thompson, age 30, was found dead in his apartment, flies circling his body, or what was left of it. His head was decapitated and found in his bathtub. Both of his hands were cut off, no where to be found on the seen. His legs were also cut off and found on his couch. Diagnostics say he had officially died since Monday, of May 15th.  

Two weeks after Gabriel's death, police shockingly found Samantha Jones, age 28, dead, decapitated in the same manner, but the body (or torso and head) in Lagos, Africa. 

After these deaths, more and more bodies have shown up all across the globe, the latest body being dated on April 23, of this year. We have noticed  along the years that the 'killer' or 'killers'  have taken more and more things from the seen. The last body had all two of the eyes and the tongue missing from the skull. The index and middle finger were also missing from the right hand.

I looked up from the file to see the man looking at me. He was no longer smiling.

"I would suggest you skip the next couple of pages, the contain... blood, but i guess you would care much, would you doctor?" He laughed slightly, like calling me doctor was an insult.

But of course, I looked the next page because for some reason I wanted to impress him or prove a point to him. What the point was, I still don't know.

There were pictures of headless bodies pasted all over the next few pages. There was dried blood on the floor or on the walls. Some even looked fresh, blood still coming out of what was rest of the neck and arm and legs holes. I wanted to throw up.

"Ha-ha, told you ,Soot! You might be a doctor but that kind of blood could scar a person!" Yeah, no shit Sherlock.

Behind the horrid pictures, was a different file. It was filled with... my information? Of places where I've called home (home home, iykyk), my age, my full name, each school I've been to, my family... it looked like it had everything. I definitely did not want to get involved in this. No matter what this quite attractive man said I was not going to change my mind.

"So, Wilbur Soot, I know how I stated this whole thing in the beginning it sound like you could make a decision? Yeah, no, Soot you've seen private government documents you have no choice but to work with us." He grinned, showing his gold teeth and the ones that had survived from whatever accident he had went thru. "But I did promise to pay your loans, so I still will, I keep my word you know." He held out his hand.

I was stunned. My whole life, possibly career, had been ruined in the span of one hour, what the fuck?

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A/N: I plan to post whenever I can but on Thursdays, Fridays, or Saturdays are when chapters may come out!

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