C2 Prologue: Part 2 The Words of an Assassin

THIS IS FUCKING ANNOYING!!! “You fucking annoy me.” My eyes turn cold. Is this why a number of people passed before me without getting anything out of him?

“Relax doc, there's no need for any hostility. Think about it, the mere glint of your hostility is your conscience screaming out that it is true. Think... About It... Do you think there can be two without any one on one? Do you think you're meant to be thrown to me? Do you think that I'm meant to be thrown at you like this? Do you think you deserve that? You have my file, do you deserve any of this? Hehe, they actually just threw you at me? What do they think you are? A meat shield? Let's be fair doc, do you think there anyone more qualified to do this? Well I honestly think not.”

“Oh my god, am I really getting paid to listen to this shit? Just euthanize him already!!” I think, not charging my expression. And he keeps talking!!!

“Think about it... Don't you think it's fate that you met me? Oh wait. Met yourself? Because if you look at it from my perspective, you are the one in control of this room. I can't say anything you don't want to hear. In this room you are the one with the crown. You represent power in this room. But what about outside? Is it the same? Do they respect you just as much as we do our self? Or do they want us to think so just so they can use us? Think about it doc...”

“They ordered us in here to get information. Information on what!? Are they saying that you should investigate yourself? What are they trying to say? That you should review yourself? Do they think we’re kids!? They can't do that. Now we're getting prime respect from someone we don't even know. Is this their way of saying, we don't care for your opinion even if you do something? That would make sense. Getting respect from this guy shows how great you actually are but do they acknowledge that? No. Just think about it doc.”

Well would you look at that: I've just noticed but every time this guy says, "think about it doc." he'd always secretly pop his gum. Keeping his lip movement to a minimum, you'd think the sound is coming from somewhere else. Funny.

“So doc, you should show them that you are worth it all. You are a great man. And that if they continue to treat you this way they'll know what it feels like to lose someone who plays the role of the leg in their company. Someone who they can't afford to lose... Ever. And we... We will cheer you on.”

So um... am I supposed to leave or something? I mean I'd love to leave but first... “Alright, so since you love playing doctor doctor so much you get to be the doctor now, just don't get in my way.” Suddenly his lax and calm eyes widened; almost flashing panic but he composed himself in less than a second.

“Are you okay doc?” Ah yes, after that failure the only reasonable explanation would be an unstable mental state.

“No, you can be the doc. You said something about being controlled, but doc you literally spent most of your life on a leash.” I shrug. “So how about you tell me your name doc.” Now I'm asking him.

He smirks, “C'mon you have my profile,” And the asshole doesn't even think of an answer and spews shit on the spot!

“Okay, dogman. Anyway, your first mistake was assuming that I was a "doc" just because I had on a white coat. I just chose this because we're in a white room, the intent is to allow creative thoughts. Not instigate them. You on the other hand...” Sighing deeply I realize that I'm tired of talking.

“Your eyes...” For some reason I looked up to make eye contact with him. He grinned, “I know those eyes, you're a killer aren't you? Don't try to deny it, I look at the mirror every morning. And you... are a killer.”