Chapter 3: Tying Lose Ends.
The soft echo of footsteps ascending a polished oak wooden stairs could be heard. Neatly done in a modern fashion, the steps lead all way upstairs to a medium sized room. More of an office than a room, occupying the top floor of the one storey building. The rent wasn't expensive but affordable in respect to the size of the building space. A bonus perk would be the police precinct just across the street, that one could even say their doors were directly opposite each other. I mean banks would kill to acquire such land mass. Who would dare to rob them ? no one insane apart from the Joker.
A tall 'skin head' pale skin male stood in front of a glass door. He could see only his reflection and not what was after the door. He stared at his brown tie, which he picked to match his hair, belt and shoe. Speaking of hair, who's the clown now, certainly him. Peering in closely, he could see some specks of red stains. He thought he tried his best to avoid a drop from staining him. He guessed his best wasn't just enough.
The red stains though tiny were clearly visible when one looked over. About three of them, one after his second shirt button; the other by the tip of his collar and the final, at his hand cuffs. He held the door knob and opened it gently.
Audibly sighing, he shrugged his shoulders, and moved on. There was nothing he could do at this point, he might as well pretend it didn't exist, though that would be certainly hard.
The left foot inside first, then the right with his left arm moving forward, a little bit out of his body, he walked in.
The room was pretty wide, with enough space for an office; a Psychologist office. As usual, the shelves of books covered about two corners with a little round table, a dispenser and a small white shelf containing cups and other utensils. 'Perharps you would love a cup of latte as you tell me your secrets and fears'.
In front of him sat two women.
One the talker and the other, the listener. I mean you get paid to listen to people's tales. Sounds like a fun job with just a few minor dangers. One which is not to fall inlove with your 'parrot' and the other not to go crazy by the volume of words, scenes, scenarios and in other cases alternate realities and dreams you have heard and tried to experience to feel what the other person feels.
Plus the fact that you can't just wrap your head to the way some psycho thinks.
A tasking job but one the world needs most because so many people today are just 'kiss and tell' and most of the populace are going crazy; I'm not an exception. There really ain't anybody shoulder around for you to lay your head upon. As a child it would be your mama, but then as a man..... fuck.
Some wishes are left as wishes if not the word wish becomes want and the fairies would be out of jobs.
The 'talker' turned and faced me after seeing the eyes of the listener getting distracted by what lay behind her back for some seconds. Casting a glance at her, a chubby brunnet with plump pink lips and round smooth oval face. No make up and rossy cheeks. Got a huge rack in the front and also thick from her midsection and down to her thighs. I mean she would be a 10/10 in some people's book. But mh main focus was on the lady sitted behind the desk staring right at me.
"Otis" she softly whispered. He could see the shock all over her face. Her mouth opened in a circle mouthing an inaudible oh and then wow. He just stood there with a slight smile as she took in my presence and stabilize from the shock. He knew it had been a while, a fucking long while.
"Sorry, am I missing something here" the thick brunnet asked her Therapist, who inturn turned to stare at her and quickly snapped out of it as the face of her customer, sorry patient reminded her of her duty and work. 'Her duty to provide solution, her work to listen'.
"Oh sorry Cindy".
She quickly spoke with a smile and faced me with an emotionless face and pointed at a brown couch close to one of the windows in the office.
"Please make yourself comfortable Mr Otis"
I would be done soon.
Quietly, he nodded at her and walked off to the couch that he never saw when he entered.
"Plof"
Softly he sank into the chair. it felt like his was getting a whole body massage, starting from the ass, then his thighs, and up to both his back and spine.
"Ahh"
He breathed a sigh of relief and exasperation as he felt the fatigue that was accumulated through the past three hours gets sapped out of his body. I deserved a little rest, even though this world that I came into had no rest for a man like me; He thought. Sinking into the echos of his morning recap, he delved further away from reality. Three hours ago was when I walked out of my apartment with Emperor in my arms. As a king and Lord which he was, he got angry since I interrupted his nap and didn't inform him of us leaving. One or two scratches until I paid the proper respect by giving him his favorite treats.
Then I walked down to the old lady down the street. We all or most of us have that old lady who's a cat lady and is always greedy for more cats to take care of. Oliver cat twist syndrome i called it. I did noticed Emperor was always hanging out there. Caught him one time coming out of her house when I laid on the porch of one random family in the evening while watching the evening sun. The sight was mesmerising, and I'm pretty sure the neighbors saw me and wanted to call the cops until I turned, smiled and waved at them. But immediately left after thirty seconds. Cops, and I were the opposite sides of a coin. Or perhaps a better example would be six and nine, not six-nine.
After dropping Emperor at her home, he meowed as a final greeting to his humble servant for a job well done and royally walked catwalked away with his tail high and proud.
"Thanks ma'am"
I politely bowed.
Turning around, the sounds of a mega phone blaring the words
"The end of the world is here, have you given your life to Christ?".
"Jesus can save you, only if you believe in him"
The old lady holding onto the speaker continued.
"Umm"
I didn't know what to say, I mean it's been a long time since I saw this and since I heard the lord's words clearly. I mean I ain't an atheist or something, but when you kill people for a leaving, it's pretty much hard to be a follower of the Lord. Unless if you are some crazy religious fanatic who sees the killing as the cleansing of the world for the Lord in his name.
So I grew up in a Christian family which was headed by a zealot for a father and a Saint for a mother and you might be wondering what changed me to become who I'm today. I mean my parents way of life should have shaped me up in their likeness, yeah it did. I mean I do remember all the bible passages, papa made us to memorise day and night so that the lord's words would not depart from our lips. Well, that's a story I might never tell. But then here I'm a killer, the cops would say serial killer and some, blood thirsty murderer who was now hearing the word of God not for the first time though which screamed at me to repent of my sins. Today's really going to be eventful was my last line of thought as I started to walk away.
On a second thought, I stopped, turned around and walked back to her.
"Good morning ma'am, please could you take this", I said.
"Please we would want you to preach at this location. 'For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God; Romans 3:23'.".
I continued.
she stared at me with bright eyes as she asked:
"Are you a believer",
she asked with a hint of joy and gladness.
"Yes ma'am"
I lied casually.
"I love our saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ and our heavenly father, God".
I continued to reaffirm my lie.
Immediately she hugged me and then held my hands tightly in her grasp and said:
"Stand steadfast in the lord son"
She smiled at me, as she picked up her microphone and continued her preaching. I could hear her voice getting distant as I walked down the road.
Staring at the sun, and then my left ankle, I knew time wasn't on my side and I needed to get shit done as soon as possible. My left hand tucked in my pocket and my right arm feeling for the side arm and checking to confirm as I continued walking off to cause mayhem.
"May the Lord be with me"
I softly said under my breathe.
"It's your turn".
Quietly I whispered.
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