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Z
" God, this is sooo frustrating!"
My ears twitched in annoyance at the shrill voice that cut through the peaceful silence I was enjoying so much.
"I mean, how can someone kidnap him in broad daylight ?!...And escape without a trace?!!"
Silence .
" But I have to say, the guy already was a douchbag. Even my last girlfriend was drooling all over his-"
That's it!
I put down the file I was trying to concentrate on for the past one hour and stormed to the cubicle next to my office.
"Hey Macaroni!! Will you shut the FUCK UP?!"
This guy was one annoying pain in the ass.
I can't believe that I actually took the liberty to assess him and decide as to why I shouldn't kill him at the first chance I get.
It was so obvious that I should have.
With his effortless yet fruitless flirting, he is expecting Victoria's girls to lick the ground he walks on. And his not so bad looks didn't help either.
Or so he thinks.
But being me, years of staring into the most cold hearted and emotionless eyes of many of my subjects, carving out their innermost secrets without even uttering a syllable to them, I could see very well past his mask of rainbows and unicorns.
Someone hurt him real bad.
And here he was, twirling on his chair yelling gibberish about how he was more sexy than Michael and how his girl made a bad decision on leaving for the wrong looks.
He abruptly came to a stop as his eyes met mine, which must've been shooting bullets creating holes in his little skull.
Oh, How I would've enjoyed the view.
Furrowing his brows for a second, he held my gaze.
"Oh Z, Its not Macaroni, its Marco."
He dramatically let out a deep sigh.
" Z, I know you can have a moment of temporary confusion when my sculpted self is in full view to you. And its obvious that you can't help it. Perhaps, I can be of some assistance."
He leaned back on his chair and grinned.
" Marco. Say it with me darling, Maaarrrc-"
I stormed over to where he was sitting , put my hands on either of his armrests and brought my face close to his ,with barely an inch between us and looked into his sea green eyes, which were now clouded with confusion and amusement, and maybe a tiny bit of fear.
Good.
"Never. Call. Me. Darling.
And do I look like I care what your fucking name is?! Huh? DO I?"
" Um..No? But come on, it would be-"
" Now you listen to me Macaroni, Either you zip that hole on your face, or I will have to show my very creative,yet exclusive ideas to torture that pretty little mouth of yours !"
His eyes turned teasing.
"I think I would like you to torture my pretty little mouth."
This guy is hopeless.
" And I also think now is a good time to give me a sample of what you have in mind, because you just have to lean a bit so that-"
"Yeah, In your dreams, daaarlin'.."
I pushed myself away from his chair and glared at his smug face.
" Last warning Macaroni, keep your thoughts to yourself and let me work in silence."
I paused at the door as I was leaving and glanced at him,
" And yes, Micheal is sexier than you."
Yeah, tune down the ego , hot shot.
As I left the cubicle smiling to myself, I could hear his grumbling about how I had some visual defect and bad taste in men.
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"How could you?! How could you kill her?"
A punch to the stomach
"You are a murderer! A KILLER! Even she loathed your very existence! Why don't you just die?'
A cross aiming at the nose .
''You can never change it. You will always be the reason for her death."
A jab to the cheek.
"Fuel your guilt. Fight with no mercy."
I finished with an uppercut and the punching bag I had imagined to be his body, swung back with full force, rattling on its hinges.
"You never deserved her."
Sweat was dripping from my forehead, cascading through my face and neck and my hands felt as if the gloves were sucking the life out of them.
My chest was rising up and down rapidly with exhaustion as deep pants left my mouth.
"Become Merciless. Become Z"
Assaulting this sack of cloth has been my way of escaping when things got too much.
But it was never enough.
It was almost night by the time I left the training room after cleaning myself off.
A faint light from the servers room in the East wing caught my eye, as I trudged along the corridor.
My feet took off in the direction of the room. I paused at the entrance and peeked inside.
Sitting in front of a computer was J, the guy responsible for my sleepless nights. No Pun intended.
He was facing with his back towards me as he leaned into the screen peering into it.
My gaze shifted to his object of interest.
It showed a footage from the office in PENTAGON TOWERS, on the day of kidnapping.
It was from a different angle, one from inside the office.
This was not in the material I received.
I've got to speak with J about his stubbornness .
The screen showed three masked men entering the office and pointing a gun at his head . He started screaming which I thought was a bad idea, because the next moment he was thrown to one of the corner of his office, with all of them looming over him.
They must have decided on taking him by-
No!
My eyes widened in horror at the events that played on the screen in the next few minutes .
I might have seen many gruesome situations but this was something I hadn't prepared myself for.
Michael Winstor was not kidnapped.
He was murdered.
In the most brutal way possible.
Two of the men began filling the garbage bag with the pieces while the other glanced around the office.
His eyes met the camera and stared at it for long , as if contemplating what to do.
The next thing I see is the screen blank out with his hand.
A gasp escaped my lips unknowingly.
Before I had the time to escape, J had his eyes fixated on my intrusion and in a few long strides he was infront of me with confused and angry expression.
" Sergeant Z, What are you doing here?"
I was still in the stunned phase as the images of knives grinding through his bones burned into the back of my head.
I raised my head towards J and was suddenly caught off guard at the strange emotion in his eyes.
Regret .
He looked tired and bags around his eyes showed that he had sleepless nights as well. His hair was matted with sweat , and his cologne smelt great. Suddenly ,I found his exceptionally towering figure intimidating.
"Sergeant Z!"
I took back a step back as I pushed other thoughts on out of my head.
" Yes J. I would like my eardrums intact, if its not too much trouble."
"I asked, why you're here. Its almost past the bed time and-"
" Hey , I will sleep when I decide its time for me to sleep. I was on my way to the cabin when I saw the light from here."
" Sergeant Z, you must know, Curiosity killed the cat."
" Yeah, well, I am not the one dead here now ,am I?"
At this ,he turned silent and glanced away .
After a few moments, I spoke.
" Why would they kill him in his office and risk getting caught? Also they could've just shot him, why butcher him up?"
He turned his piercing gaze back to mine and narrowed his eyes.
" Sergeant Z, the death of Mr. Winstor was not a murder."
His next words had my eyes widen in shock.
"Its a warning."
Yeah... I know its not a good chapter .
Its just that my exams are stressing me out. I promise that the next chapter will be better than this.
So, Michael is not kidnapped. He's dead !
And why would J say that its a warning?
What did our Zirlock miss?
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