Louis Pov:
“Hi ladies?”
“Hi, Louis.” They said together.
“What are y’all talking about?” I said, standing still while holding the straps of my backpack.
“You heard about what happened yesterday?”
“No.”
“There was a murder on the other side of town, where 5 bodies were found by police.”
That’s fucked up.
“Tragic world we live in.” I said, walking to the coffee machine by the manager's office.
“Hey, Louis, come to my office please.” The manager said from her office door.
“Well damn, lemme get a cup of coffee first.” I muttered to myself.
“What did you say?” she asked, still peeped out from the door.
“Nothing, here I come.” I said, walking toward her.
I went in and sat my backpack in front of the desk before sitting in the chair across from her. She placed a paper in front of me.
“What’s this?”
She looked down and said, “Woops, wrong paper.”
She hurried and shoved it into the shredder. Then she went to her drawer, pulled out a letter, and handed it to me.
“Corp told me to give you this yesterday. It slipped my mind.”
Weirded out by what she said, I reached over and took it from her hand before making my way out of the office. I walked to my office and placed the paper in my desk drawer. I sat down in my chair and looked around the room before hearing a gentle knock.
I looked up and saw Lola, the lady who usually drops by after stocking the ATMs around the bank.
“Hey Lou, whatcha got for me?”
“A dime and a nickel.”
“The fuck am I gonna do with that?”
“Ion know, figure it out.”
“Fuck off.”
“In your dreams, sweetie.”
She walked off.
I looked over at my computer, full of emails. Confused by how my computer was already unlocked, I ignored it and checked my emails.
Odd. CKS emailed me from my work account. Wonder what it’s about.
Hi, Louis,
This is Micheal Clark from CKS. I want to confirm that you are positive you want to go through with the transaction.
Sincerely, Micheal Clark.
I scrolled down and saw that I already approved the transaction.
I stood up from my chair and ruffled my hair. I grabbed the paper from my drawer and read it.
Hi, Louis Wilson,
We received reports that you took $50,000 from the vault unsupervised and without notifying anyone. We ask that you return the amount owed or you will be placed on leave and taken to court.
Sincerely,48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCExwx9c0NP
Wells Fargo Finance Department
I placed the paper on the desk and walked out of the building. I took out a cigarette and lit it. At that moment, a blue BMW pulled up beside me and came to a stop.
I put the cigarette between my lips and slipped the box into my back pocket. Then the passenger window rolled down, revealing a pistol aimed directly at me.
“Get in.”
The cigarette fell from my mouth onto the ground. My eyebrows raised in fear. I slowly threw my hands up and followed their order.
I opened the back door and sat in the backseat. The car sped off.
I shook and asked, “W what do you want?”
Nobody spoke.
The car came to a complete stop. The door unlocked.
I took the chance and bolted.
I heard doors slam behind me.
I hopped a nearby fence into an abandoned mall. I ran inside and slammed the door behind me before continuing deeper into the mall. I sprinted into the food court and hid behind a pizza parlor counter.
Footsteps passed by.
I peeked over the counter.
The coast was clear.
I climbed over the counter and ran back toward the entrance I came through. I burst through the door and ran like my life depended on it. I climbed back over the fence and ended up behind a rundown diner.
I tried the back entrance.
Locked.
I hurried around the building and spotted a gas station across the street. I rushed inside and stumbled to the counter.
“Excuse me, do you have a phone?” I asked, struggling to breathe.
The clerk shook his head and pointed toward the door.
I walked out of the gas station and started taking off my dirt covered tuxedo jacket while heading back toward the bank.
As soon as I reached the stoplight, that same BMW rolled up beside me.
The passenger door flew open and the guy from earlier stepped out.
I froze.
The man rushed me and pistol whipped me across the face.
I hit the ground hard.
The world spun until everything went pitch black.
When I woke up, the world was still moving, but blurry.
Suddenly, a warm trickle landed on the side of my head.
I looked up.
A man stood over me.
I moved my head away.
“If you’re gonna piss on me, have some decency not to miss.” I muttered while staring at his leg.
A cold metal pole slammed across my face.
Warm liquid spilled from my mouth. I spat blood onto the floor and looked back up.
My eyes widened.
It was him.
The guy Micheal warned me about.
I wiggled my wrists, but they were cuffed tight.
“Y you’re him.”
He stared at me with cold eyes. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. After zipping his fly, he took a whiff before holding the cigarette between his fingers.
“Now let’s see if you truly know who the fuck I am.” he said while glancing at the metal pole.
He yanked me to my feet.
“What’s my name?”
“George?”
He slammed the pole into my stomach.
The wind left my body instantly.
“That wasn’t supposed to be a tricky question. You know who I am, right?”
“George.”
“Right. Let’s get straight to the point. Where can I find Micheal?”
“Find him yourself, you no good”
The pole cracked across my face again.
Warm blood oozed from the inside of my mouth.
“C’mon now, pretty boy. Tell me what I wanna hear. I got shit to do.”
“Gonna need to kill me.”
“I just might. But before I do, I wanna make sure we’re on the same page.”
He struck me again with the pole.
The world spiraled into darkness.
“Hey pretty boy, wake up.”
My eyelids hesitated to open before I was kicked onto my side.
I opened my eyes and saw a shower drain inches away from my face.
I looked around before George stopped me.
“Keep your eyes on me.” he said while cleaning a knife kit.
My eyes widened.
I tugged at my wrists again, hoping for some give, but there was none. I was tied to a wooden chair.
I looked up at the ceiling and silently prayed to God for mercy.
Water dripped from the showerhead above me.
Blood was scattered across the shower floor.
Suddenly, the curtains closed, blocking my view of George.
My heart started racing.
I tugged harder at the restraints and finally felt a little give.
Tears streamed down my face as I struggled against them.
Then the curtains suddenly flew open.
There he was, holding a tiny scalpel no bigger than a pencil.
My eyes filled with despair.
I screamed for mercy, but it was useless.
My legs kicked wildly in resistance while he approached with a grin stretched across his face.
“Please, I’ll tell you.” I screamed.
“You had your chance. Now it’s my turn.” he said, his grin twisting wider.
He lifted me against the shower wall and cut a hole through my shirt, slicing into the skin underneath.
A scream escaped my mouth.
He hushed me with a kick to the stomach.
I coughed up old blood and saliva before slumping forward.
George dropped to his knees and continued cutting where he opened the shirt.
The sharp pain shot through every part of my body.
I screeched in agony.
He backhanded me and kept cutting.
Suddenly the world went dark again.
When I came to, the shower was running.
George was still cutting, only now he was working on another part of my body.
I tried to look down, but stopped myself.
I tried moving my hands.
No use.
I was strapped to a table now.
“Ah, you’re awake. Now it’s your turn.” he said while lifting the scalpel.
I forced my mouth open.
“M Micheal is at Huntington on 10th Street. You can’t miss him.”
“About time. I was wondering when you were gonna tell me what I wanted to hear.”
He walked over and injected something into me.
I tried speaking again, but the words wouldn’t come out.
Tears poured uncontrollably from my eyes.
Foam gathered at my lips.
My body began convulsing.
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and then Add to home screen.