Chapter 2:
Fully Operational World
No one was quite like him. He was someone that didn't want anything to do with you and didn't even want you to be around him, but yet he was special. I didn't fall in love with him, but I came to deeply care for him. Me and my friends alike. He would only give us his code name, which was 441. He came up with it himself. But he's a little stupid, so it wasn't much of a code name, for it was the exact way we would come to say his actual name. The 441 meant DDA, which was how you say Didier. Didier Calderon to be exact. Heir to the Calderon Industries fortune. I didn't come to know this until much later, but I still wanted to be around him. There was something about him that drew me and my friends towards him. He wasn't fun to be around, but yet, he was fun to have around. He wasn't much of a talker either. He actually had a disorder called aphasia. Or at least we thought he did, for his lack of ability to communicate with us and how he would put together sentences. He of course denied it every step of the way, saying stuff like "I don't have aphasia, so."
He loved saying "so" at the end of his sentences. So much so, that the very word "so" is ruined. But back to our once good friend 441.
He was a very big and slow blob. He was only smart in stuff that you would read in books. Well, car books. He was the Calderon Industries kid after all. He knew everything about cars. Everything he did was about cars. He wasn't capable of doing anything else other than that. He was completely stupid in other areas. But we still wanted him as a friend. We tried to help him through anything you can think of. He didn't appreciate any of it and thought that we were being mean to him. Even though all we wanted to do was help him. Someone who was such a piece of crap, was so important to us. To this day none of us know why we tried to help him, it never worked out for him. He was helpless. But yet we tried day and day to help him. We weren't friends with him a couple of times, but we managed to keep bringing him back. Until one day he was gone for good.
I killed him.
It all started when, after knowing him for a couple of years now, I finally figured out his real name.
Our parents had just passed. Even though they died to machines, I still wanted to get into machine trading. I knew I could use my good pal to get me into it, since he was apart of the family that started this in the first place. I also believed that if I could get into the business, I could stop anyone else from getting hurt or killed, like our parents. I couldn't let anyone know what I was doing, or why. If the information got out that I was trying to shut down the whole operation from the inside, I would end up just like my parents. So I started talking to 441 about getting into the business. He got me started out just with learning to program and make the machines. Then once I understood how they worked, I could begin to start to sell them. I needed to know why we were peddling them in the first place. 441 just explained it to me as "people are becoming obsolete, we need to live in a machine world, no matter what anyone thinks, so."
I pretended to eat up every word he was saying.
Things were going good. I was building my trust with 441. He even trusted me enough to go through his files. One day he had to revisit one of his old clients. So he had me go into his office to sort through some files, but the problem was, was that he had multiple file cabinets where he kept "clients" and "trophies". I was curious as to what a man like him considered trophies, for I couldn't see anyone like him to win any trophies. As I was flipping through all these files with what I was assuming to be names and not just code, I found a file with my family name on it. I open it to just find that it had a picture of my parents with a check box under them that said "terminated". Underneath that was a reason for termination. It said "They are asking to many questions about what is going on. They are falling out of line and need to be delt with in a timely manner before the situation gets out of hand."
It occurred to me that 441 never knew my actual name. Or at least he never heard me say it. He had the tendency to not listen to anything we were talking about or saying. Or if he did he wouldn't really understand it or care.
But he killed my parents and lied to me straight to my face about it for years. So I had to do something about it.
I found what he used to kill my parents which was a first of its kind killing machine. Made just by him. Like I've said before, I don't see much coming out of someone like him. So I figured I could remake his machine that he used to kill my parents, to kill him. It was at that moment that I got up and looked around the rest of the room and saw what I assumed to be his killing machine on the top of his book shelf. So I figured it would be really ironic if I killed him with it. So I grabbed it and got out of his office as fast as I could. I was fired up, so I wanted to get it over with before he had a chance to do anything of importance. I also had to get rid of him before he figured out I knew about what he's done.
Of course when I never want to see him he's always there. But I can't seem to find him. I'm looking everywhere. He's nowhere to be found. So I decided to just try his house, which for someone as big as him in the machine gang you'd think he'd have some nice, security heavy house, but he's got a standard house. So I knock on the door and no one answers the first time. But on the second time, it's his dad. His dad wants nothing to do with me being there, I first thought that he knew about what I was gonna be doing. But it wasn't that. They were actually moving away, and 441 wanted to cut his ties with us, so he said a ton of lies to his family, soiling mine and my friends names. Of course the family is gonna believe their family, so I knew there was nothing I could do. So after his dad shut the door, I had the best plan. Why not hurt him as much as he hurt me. So I put the machine in their car they were gonna take to move away. The whole family wasn't all that bright, so the car was just unlocked. The keys were also just left in it, so I could've had their car if I really wanted to, but that wasn't where I wanted to hurt them.
A day later they were leaving, I had been waiting down the street for them to leave. I don't have anything to go home to, or a job. Machine smuggling was all I could do, and with 441 gone, I might even get a pay increase. But they were now leaving. I followed them, up until they're car flipped. It all worked out really well. Exactly what I wanted. I get out and go up to the car, his whole family is just as gone from this world like the seconds that passed to lead up to this point. He is luckily still alive. I go up to him.
"I know what you've done. You are responsible for taking everything from me. You even took up my time. You never wanted to be friends with us." He cut me off.
"I never-" He tried to say something, but a swift kick colliding the toe of my shoe with his nose, sure made him stop.
"Don't speak at all. That's what you're so good at. You were such a waste of everything. I can't believe I ever liked you." I was done with him. I went back to my car and pulled a chair out of it.
I forgot to mention earlier, but I brought an old, ancient foldable "camping" chair, whatever that means.
So I set up the chair right in front of him.
"I'm gonna watch you die." He couldn't go anywhere, he was a pretty big guy, and the even bigger car was right on top of him. But the fire was spreading fast. "I'm finally gonna enjoy spending time with you. Too bad your suffering can't last forever for what you did."
Then it hit me. I had a better plan. I could still let him suffer and burn, but I had to save him right at the end. So I watched as he took his second to last breath, then I ripped his head off. There was still time. I took his decapitated head and cauterized the would with all the fire that was there. I had a couple minutes to work with, good thing we weren't too far from there house. So, I raced to their house, planning on making my old pals misery, last forever.
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