Chapter 34 Malic #2
Like many times before, I walk straight through their unlocked front door, quietly closing it behind me.
What the fuck goes through their heads? Obviously nothing if they’re leaving someone the opportunity to sneak up on them.
Idiots. Some would call me nosy. But I’m not.
I’m observant. How’s that phrase go? Know your enemies and all that good stuff.
So, yeah. I sneak in here a few times a month, looking for any obvious signs of their activities.
There usually isn’t much. Mostly their schoolwork or whatever.
But it doesn’t hurt to try. Boss would be so proud of me.
Especially if I found information pertaining to him and what Franco might know.
Which isn’t much from what I understand.
That’s the way Boss likes it, though, for now.
One day, he’ll walk out in the open with his army and take this town back from the clutches of Franco.
I smirk when the nothingness takes over my ears. They’re so comfortable with their status on campus that they don’t think any of us peons can infiltrate their space. The joke’s on them, though. Here I am, ready to take your leader.
Reaching into my pocket, I take out the medication and flick the syringe a few times, moving the air bubbles around.
My grin spreads. It never hurts to break into the medical supplies either and take what I need.
Like this knock out drug used by the students.
Never this dosage, though. It’s a mere twilight experience when used correctly.
Huxley Crewes doesn’t know what’s coming for him.
It’s me. I’m coming for him. I hope he’s unprepared for that.
With every step I take, my grin grows wider. I could steal from them. Take the files that they have in their office and snoop more than I already do.
As I pass the kitchen, I rearrange things so that when they wake up, they realize someone has been in their house.
Maybe they’ll notice Hux isn’t coming down for breakfast. Or probably not.
I grin more when Waffles lifts his head from his dog bed and yawns at my presence.
With an exaggerated stretch, he gets to his feet and slowly makes his way to me.
“Hello, boy,” I murmur, offering their loyal dog a handful of leftover steak. “Enjoy your snack while I enjoy a little B and E.” I grin more when Waffles takes the steak from my hand and goes back over to his dog bed.
Who knew bribing a dog could be so easy? And they say the fluff ball hates everyone. Not everyone. Not me. Or a certain someone roaming this campus. Of course, that’s for a completely different reason.
Every morning, Mack jogs through campus for over an hour.
Eventually, he ends up at my little ghost’s grave with a sad look on his face and tears in his eyes.
He’ll lay a rock on the top of her headstone and whisper words of love.
I shiver, having listened to his therapy sessions with her.
I think he needs a fucking therapist and not a ghost to deal with his issues.
Eh, whatever. Hope he’s miserable and all that.
He’s made Wilder’s life hell for all the shit he used to pull.
JJ will meander down to the kitchen with his laptop and do whatever work he has on the net, forgetting the world for hours. And Hux? Well, the little bastard is slippery. You never know what he’s going to do. Sometimes he’s up early and away from the house.
Other times, he doesn’t emerge for hours, opting to stay in bed and sleep off the alcohol he guiltily consumes to quiet the demons in his head.
Or I can only assume he feels guilty. He should, though.
For a lot of things that’s happened as a direct effect of him being… well, him and who he associates with.
If they only knew how much I lurk outside, watching their every move. I always anticipate their next activity.
Because that’s the thing about me. I was brought up to observe the world around me as I was locked in my cage. So, I use it in real life too. With the help of my boss, he directed me on how to turn it into a good thing.
So, here I am. And oh, the things I’ve seen.
Slowly, I make my way up the stairs, counting the steps beneath my feet. The first room I pass is Mack’s. His door is shut, but I hear the muffled sound of music blasting in his ears. He won’t hear a thing from the outside world besides the music lulling him to sleep.
The next room I pass is JJ’s. His door is wide open.
Peeking in, I note his hearing aids are on their charger.
I grin. That’s another person who won’t hear what I’m up to as I tiptoe past his room and make it to Huxley’s.
Usually, he’s sound asleep, but the frantic sound of footsteps pacing back and forth has my spine stiffening.
I lean in, putting my ear to the wood. But there’s nothing but muffled voices coming through. Hmm. I tilt my head, observing. There’s only one set of footsteps. So, whoever he is speaking with is on the damn phone.
Once I hear Hux’s footsteps stop and the sound of his bed creaking, I know it’s my time to move.
As soon as the lights in his room go out, I pop open the door and stand in the doorway with my needle in my hands.
“What the fuck?” Huxley grumbles, rearranging his blankets and getting to his feet.
Fuck yes.
This.
My heart pumps when his eyes widen and he takes in my massive shadow. He can’t see me yet.
It’s when he reaches for the gun in his drawer that I step forward and plunge the needle into his neck.
He never saw it coming. Probably thought I was Mack or JJ coming for a midnight talky-talk. Not so much, buddy. It’s me. The boogeyman living in your bushes, aching to get his hands on you.
“You and I have a lot to discuss,” I whisper in his ear as his body goes limp in a matter of seconds.
This was way too easy. Or they’re way too comfortable in their home.
I hum as I put Hux over my shoulder, confidently walking out of his room into the darkened hallway.
I grin when the other two are right where they should be in their rooms and none the wiser.
I quietly close Hux’s door and march away with him on my shoulder.
When I emerge onto the main floor, Waffles continues to chomp on his piece of steak and doesn’t even lift an ear when I walk straight through the front door and close it tightly behind me.
Huxley and I have a lot to discuss. In my basement. With the bright lights on and him tied up.
It’ll be a hell of a good time.
For me, at least.
Him? Well, he’s going to bleed for me tonight.