Note: I do post a lot these days. If you have missed it, here is my birthday bonus about Samien’s life in the boarding school.
Cedric? I don’t want to hear this name being brought up ever again. I wholeheartedly hate the person that betrayed my feelings so cruelly. I am certainly the only one that deserves to betray someone’s feelings and that asshole has to know that you can’t mess with me. I am Sam after all. Everyone shall be under my thumb and when they’re not, it’s a sign that I don’t need them in my life. Idiotic traitors. I hate them and I always will.
Few days after the embarrassing encounter with Cedric in his house, I began to fully understand the depth of hate and disgust I felt towards him. There was no way I could work with him any longer. And so I resigned. Just like that I gave up a promising position that I was lucky enough to have been given. That probably wasn’t the wisest of my decisions, but what I felt back then were satisfaction, relief and a strong hope that I will never have to look in that stupid face of Cedric’s again for all I felt for him was gone and replaced with a sudden wave nausea coming at me each time I caught a glimpse of him.
After I had resigned, I took a trip to the closest shopping center. Clothes have always been able to make me feel better about myself and to brighten my shitty mood. That time I picked a transparent top that showed off the most of my chest. Maybe I had to work somewhat harder on my ABS, but that wouldn’t stop me from enjoying clothes that look great on me nonetheless. It’s probably the fact that most of them make me look good. I am just that handsome.
You should have seen my face when I was told the prize of this. They wanted 70 simoleons for such a piece of shitty material? No, thanks, I’m not able to afford that. And that was when I began to realize the consequences of my decision.
It was the late evening and I was walking through the streets of Twinbrook and smoking a cigarette after cigarette. This was what I did when I was stressed and unhappy and I certainly had reasons to be fucking miserable, with my greed for money stronger than ever. I needed the cash. Now. ASAP. Gimme it, I am for sure the right person to be a millionaire. I was lost in thought, making a list of things that I would have bought if I had been given millions. Some people want to waste their cash on some stupid charities. I would do anything so that charities wouldn’t get a jack shit out of everything I had. That was when I suddenly realized all too well where I was heading. It was a dead end and there barely was any light out there. Three figures were heading towards me from the dark. Oh shit.
“Hey, you!” One of them shouted. I quickly gathered myself, holding onto the rest of my self-confidence that was quickly draining off like water through a sieve.
“What’s up?” I asked nonchalantly despite the circumstances I found myself to be in.
“We heard a lot about you, Sam,” said the other.
“Maybe not a lot,” corrected the third. “But just enough.” I was still smiling, even though the situation was getting more and more suspicious.
“So what do you want from me?” I carefully asked.
“We want you to join in,” said the one in the middle. I noticed that he must have been superior to the others because they carefully listened to his every word. “We run the company called Llama Corp Shipping Company. It’s not something you might expect it to be, but I can guarantee you that you wouldn’t be disappointed…After all you didn’t find the job at the police to be that interesting, did you?” These people knew too fucking much about me and I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, but at the same time it seemed to excite me a lot. What was this shadiness about? How did they find out everything they did about me? How much more did they know?
“No. No, I didn’t,” I said very clearly and it was true- I always knew that it wasn’t something for me. The guy in the middle held out his hand to me.
“I’m Pete,” he nodded towards the guy on my left. “That’s Rick.” Then he looked at the one my right. “And this is Mike. That’s as much as you need to know now. I bet you wanna join now, right?” Rick smiled at me.
“Birds of a feather flock together,” he easily told the famous saying, almost as if he learned it to say it in that exact moment.
“You won’t change the color of your feathers, will you, Sam?” Added Mike. These guys were more and more fascinating with each passing minute. I started to wonder what they looked like in daylight.
“When are we going to meet again?” Was all I asked.
“Tomorrow. Same time at the abandoned warehouse. I bet you know where it is. The place the children are too scared to visit since it’s believed to be haunted. Well, maybe it is- we’re there. Oh, and don’t try to tell a word to any of your folks at the police- we’ll know and let’s just say that traitors end badly here.” Before I was able to ask them any more questions, they were gone, stepping back into the dark like they were vampires.
The decision to join the Llama Corp Co. turned out to be one of the best I ever took. We did all kind of stuff that I found oddly appealing- robberies, burglaries and sometimes even the graffiti just to turn the police’s attention to something other while we were focused on the real stuff. I quickly found out that Pete, Rick and Mike weren’t as important as I believed they were during our first encounter. One of their tasks was to recruit new people and Pete was their leader. It made sense. The real head of the “company” probably had to be very careful with who he spoke with and when he left his house.
Of course this job was way more well-paid than the one in the law enforcement. Or should I rather say- not so much well-paid as it was well-stolen. During the burglaries you were allowed to take what you wanted and my greed for money was always strong. But there was one thing stronger than the greed for money. It was the greed for revenge.
“Mr. Parsons, I have to say I’m very disappointed with your latest actions. I wouldn’t call it progress, but rather regress. You started out as such a bright candidate and what now?” The man shook his head at Cedric, who looked more horrified than ever.
“This is not my fault, chief, really. I’m trying my best to catch the gang and yet they always slip out…”
“But it’s you, who always gets stopped the first. How many times have you already failed? I’m sorry to be telling you this, but…”
“Please, chief, one more chance! I’ll do better this time, I promise,” Cedric was so desperate that he was almost crying. He had been dreaming of becoming a policeman ever since he turned 5.
“You have already wasted all the chances you have been given, Mr. Parsons. Our police needs the best of people working with containing the crime, that’s why I have to fire you.”
Cedric was devastated. How could it all have happened at once? He was close to getting promoted when he was still working with Sam as his partner. Now it was all ruined. What job was he to do now? Did his dreams burst at the very start of the path?
Words spread fast and I was one of the first to know about Cedric’s one big fail. Can’t say I wasn’t delighted, because fuck, it was all I had been dreaming about ever since he dumped my feelings. Revenge is sweet after all and I wouldn’t agree with everyone that says it leaves you feeling sour, because I felt fucking incredible.
Now I’m not as poor as a church mouse anymore. Now I have cash and now Cedric’s fucked up. Greed is a good thing because it makes you feel motivated to achieve exactly what you want.