As it turned out, Candy was pretty much the nicest person I could have ever encountered. She had been abused by her step-father and ran away to escape it. We ended up having a lot in common and I did my best to help her around the house.
I wasn’t much of a cook, but she showed me a couple of basics. After a few days, she asked if I wanted to stay longer.
“I didn’t have any ID or working papers when I started at the diner. The owner, Cal, he’s real nice, doesn’t ask a lot of questions as long as you show up on time and do your job. Want me to ask if he’d hire you to wash dishes and bus tables? We actually had someone quit last week.”
I thought on that. I wasn’t the washing dishes type and I wasn’t sure how well I would do having a “boss&rdq
I went to a hotel lobby and used the phone to call and get a bus ticket. I got one of the next available, I didn’t care where it was going.As it turned out, it was going to Chicago, so I figured I could get out along the way. I wasn’t even that far from St. Louis really.I cleaned out my locker and went to the bathroom to tape up. I didn’t even care about getting some food ahead of time, I just needed to get out of here.Once on the bus, the reality of what just happened sank in and as I processed it, I surprised myself.I felt no remorse, not a care in the world for the life I took. He hurt her, bad for years and she would have to carry that for the rest of her life. Knowing that she now didn’t have to live in fear becaus
Gary really came through, he got me into a small fixer upper studio apartment, it wasn’t much but it was furnished and it was all mine. I just had to agree to keep it quiet and not draw attention. I don’t know what they normally charged for rent, but I didn’t care, $1,500 bucks bought me three months with electric and water included.I still kept most of my money in the bus locker, I didn’t trust leaving it in my apartment.I got myself a library card and took out all kinds of books. I got to know the ladies there and they were all in love with me.I took out everything from math and science books to cookbooks and just soaked up as much as I could.Over the next couple of months I was a regular at the fights and I started working
I fucking got knocked out, hard.Never saw it coming until it was happening.I went into a coma for five days. Five days, and not a single person came to see me. No one … no one checked up on me.I don’t know if Gary was afraid, or what. I went from the top of my game, feeling on top of the world, to busted in a hospital bed, completely alone. I wasn’t even sure if they’d let me keep the apartment now. Child services was likely involved, the cops, etc.I had been awake about half an hour and nobody had yet come in my room. I was trying to give myself time to think before calling in the goon squad. I was working on my story, just a street fight with other kids. That’s all they needed to know.
Tilly got me some clothes to wear home, and she picked me up in a fucking Mercedes SUV. Yeah, I should have known she was loaded. Turns out, she wasn’t just an ER doctor, she was a director, and only 33 years old.“I got you a few outfits just trying to guess your size … oh, and some toiletries. I want to give you a couple more days to take it easy, then I’ll take you shopping,” she said, pulling into a long driveway.Holy … shit.These guys were seriously loaded. I’d only ever seen houses like this on TV, but never in real life.What the hell did I do right in life to deserve this?"You’ll meet Scott tonight, he is pretty much at work about 14-16 hours
I had been enrolled in school for a few months, I tested into ninth grade and I was loving it. The girls here were on another level -- rich girls, and they fucking loved me. If I dropped a little Spanish, they were losing their minds.I was getting ass in closets, under the bleachers, it was easy. I took at least three condoms with me to school a day, I couldn’t get enough and the girls, they were more than willing.The teachers kind of treated me with kid gloves, not sure how to deal with a beefed up street kid.They all expected me to be trouble, but Tilly gave me the whole “kill ‘em with kindness” lecture. I just needed to try and fly under the radar, of course I didn’t consider fucking girls at school trouble, I needed some type of release.
Three years have passed since that night, since my first real satisfaction.What I have learned from Scott is beyond words, beyond anything I could have ever imagined.Fighting was a completely distant memory, and something that will forever stay in my past. I didn’t need it now, my dark shadow now had an itch with only one thing to satisfy it.I often think I should have been counting, but I hadn’t been. If I had to guess I could say I’m up to about 50 or so kills. Some have been easy, some have been fucking intense.It is now what I live for … sure I still chase girls now and then, but I can go without for a while just thinking about my other fulfillment.I was about to
I had been tracking a few douchebags who believed they were Einsteins, trying to create a bomb, nuclear level but that wouldn’t use plutonium. They believed it was possible and weren’t going to stop until they figured it out and sold their plan to the highest bidder.Scott was going to start rounding up some nerds that could attack the idea from our side, even see if it was possible. Several bad actors had already heard about the Einsteins and were already offering encouragement, to help them in any way possible, which meant rounding up the best and brightest.Unfortunately, they’re not always going to get these people to come of their own free will.“I need you to come in, I have a girl that I think can help us, at least take a look at what we have. But she’s very you
Scott had assembled a team of mathematicians, physicists, organic chemists and more … which was impressive on short notice.“Rae is finishing up her paperwork, can you go grab her and bring her and the others up to speed, I’m deep in something here and I can’t get away,” Scott said on the phone.“Sure I love babysitting, it’s my thing,” I said.I got down to the conference room and the girl looked passed out on the table. I mean it was after 1 am and I guess she was probably normally asleep by now.I stood in the doorway watching her for a minute.“We didn’t get to meet last time, but I’m Javi.”