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"Hn...wh-what's going on?" Taki awoke, roped to a metal railing and glared at by an unfamiliar face.
"Glad you're awake, Mr. Droopy Eyes. My name is K, but that's not really important now. I simply thought you might appreciate knowing the name of the last person you saw while alive. I found your stash in the other room."
"Stash?" Taki shook his head to clear the fog, but still couldn't figure out what this K person was blathering about. "What stash?"
"Bleach. Rubbing alcohol. Nailpolish remover. Was this some kind of homemade chloroform? You didn't need all three of them, you know."
"Ah." The fog had lifted; this was someone from NG, wasn't it? "You found Seguchi?"
"Yes, he's en route to the hospital right now. Anything you want to tell me that might persuade me not to kill you?"
"Like what? I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Just don't hurt me. He did enough of that himself. This was just payback. Well-deserved payback."
"What did you do to Seguchi?"
"Nothing. Just knocked him out with chloroform, then tied him to that bench over there. I didn't have time before that fucktard Shuichi burst in here like a tornado. Let me go."
"Who else was in this with you?"
"No one."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Absolutely certain?"
"Yes! Why wouldn't I be sure? Now let me go."
"I don't think so, Mr. Droopy Pants."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"Just going to make certain that Shuichi has a happy ending. Which means you get a sad one. Bleach doesn't burn very well, but the others do. This old theater's used to fire. I don't think anyone will question it burning a second time. It's nothing but a fire trap anyway."
"What?" Taki winced as K accidentally splashed alcohol in his eyes while dousing the bottle over his head. "What are you doing?!"
K emptied the bottle, then poured the nailpolish remover over Taki's lower body where the alcohol had missed. This would be a grisly, painful death, but if there was one thing they'd taught him back at The Agency, it was to work with the available environment and try to make a murder look as incidental as possible. When the authorities found Taki's charred remains, they'd find no bullet in his skeleton...and hopefully nothing to make them second guess a ruling of accidental death.
"Are you a monster? You can't do this!"
He'd heard it before and hoped he'd never hear it again, this begging for life. Was he a monster? Some part of him, certainly. But even a monster was entitled to peace of mind, and K flicked the thumbwheel on his zippo.
TBC
"Hn...wh-what's going on?" Taki awoke, roped to a metal railing and glared at by an unfamiliar face.
"Glad you're awake, Mr. Droopy Eyes. My name is K, but that's not really important now. I simply thought you might appreciate knowing the name of the last person you saw while alive. I found your stash in the other room."
"Stash?" Taki shook his head to clear the fog, but still couldn't figure out what this K person was blathering about. "What stash?"
"Bleach. Rubbing alcohol. Nailpolish remover. Was this some kind of homemade chloroform? You didn't need all three of them, you know."
"Ah." The fog had lifted; this was someone from NG, wasn't it? "You found Seguchi?"
"Yes, he's en route to the hospital right now. Anything you want to tell me that might persuade me not to kill you?"
"Like what? I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Just don't hurt me. He did enough of that himself. This was just payback. Well-deserved payback."
"What did you do to Seguchi?"
"Nothing. Just knocked him out with chloroform, then tied him to that bench over there. I didn't have time before that fucktard Shuichi burst in here like a tornado. Let me go."
"Who else was in this with you?"
"No one."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Absolutely certain?"
"Yes! Why wouldn't I be sure? Now let me go."
"I don't think so, Mr. Droopy Pants."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"Just going to make certain that Shuichi has a happy ending. Which means you get a sad one. Bleach doesn't burn very well, but the others do. This old theater's used to fire. I don't think anyone will question it burning a second time. It's nothing but a fire trap anyway."
"What?" Taki winced as K accidentally splashed alcohol in his eyes while dousing the bottle over his head. "What are you doing?!"
K emptied the bottle, then poured the nailpolish remover over Taki's lower body where the alcohol had missed. This would be a grisly, painful death, but if there was one thing they'd taught him back at The Agency, it was to work with the available environment and try to make a murder look as incidental as possible. When the authorities found Taki's charred remains, they'd find no bullet in his skeleton...and hopefully nothing to make them second guess a ruling of accidental death.
"Are you a monster? You can't do this!"
He'd heard it before and hoped he'd never hear it again, this begging for life. Was he a monster? Some part of him, certainly. But even a monster was entitled to peace of mind, and K flicked the thumbwheel on his zippo.
TBC
