INCORPORATED
A fanfic by Agara
PART II : HOW TO VIOLATE EVERY HYGIENE REGULATION
It was a bad day for Tom. First, they got his coffee order wrong. After leaving the coffee shop he saw he got a ticket for parking his car in a no parking zone. Then he had to sit through a two hours long meeting held by Peter Pettigrew.
And now he had to listen to Gilderoy Lockart cry for mercy on his knees in his restaurant.
"I have two kids !" Lockart almost yelled, tears pooling in his blue eyes.
"No, you don't." Tom shut him up. He put his left foot on Gilderoy's chest and put enough pressure on it for the latter to fall down on his back.
Tom took some steps forward, walking deliberately on Lockart's right hand, breaking four of his fingers. The blond man cried out as he felt his hand being shattered. Tom reached the inox counter and loaded the gun laying on it.
"Do you want the painful or the painless way ?" He asked emotionless as he cocked his gun.
"So dramatic."
Tom spun around quickly. She was sitting on another inox counter a few meters away from him.
"You… !" Riddle pointed his finger at her.
"Ow. Right." Agent 713 jumped off the counter and tried to get the wrinkles of her pants. "You thought I was a hallucination. Happens all the time."
She got closer to him and leaned on the oven next to Lockhart. Tom eyes shifted between the Agent and the man he was about to kill. "You see her too right ?" He asked the latter.
Gilderoy nodded his head, unable to tear his eyes away from the beautiful lady in front of him.
"Of course he is going to say yes. You're about to kill him." She stopped for a while. As she saw his puzzle look she added. "But I'm real."
Silence settled for 10 seconds. The two of them staring at each other while Lockart kept whining on the floor. Tom finally decided on approaching her. As he stood centimeters away from her, he hesitated on what he was about to do. Agent 713 smirked, already knowing his next move.
"Go ahead. Do it." She teased him.
He raised his right hand, the one not holding the gun and grabbed her arm roughly. She was indeed real. He could feel the heat of her skin and the pulse of heart underneath the pressure of his fingers.
She was indeed real.
"The fuck…" Tom said.
"Well now that we have established that, could you not do this ? Plus, I think it violates every hygiene regulation to kill someone in a restaurant." 713 replied, a little disgusted.
"Why wouldn't I do it ?" He retorqued.
"Every time you kill someone, a part of your soul is ripped apart."
"Stop with the bullshit."
"Oh no no, it is real. It is a fact. Everyone knows that. Well apart from you, apparently." She put her elbow on the counter next to her and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. "You shouldn't kill him."
"Why not ?" Tom almost yelled. Agent 713 put both of her hands up near her chest sensing he was getting angry. "It took credit for what was not his." He continued.
"And you think that is a good reason for him to get killed ?"
She started to get on his nerves. "Shut up." He ordered her.
Tom had never killed anyone for no reason. But at this precise moment, he could have put a bullet in her skull.
Riddle turned towards Gilderoy, cleared his throat and put the gun on his forehead. "Where were we ?"
Lockart's eyes widened and a pearl of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Painless or painful way ?" Agent 713 snickered behind his back.
"I told you to shut up." Tom snapped.
"And I told you not to kill him and yet here we are." She snapped back. "What good would that do ? You put a bullet in his head, you do the job and then what ? You go back to your sad apartment, get rid of the blood on your pristine white shirt, eat the Chinese leftover food you've had in your fridge for the past two days now, and…"
Her monologue got interrupted by the sound of his bullet leaving the gun.
"Sorry I wasn't listening, what were you saying ?" He taunted her.
She gave him an exasperated look. "The first ones are always the hardest. I show up, you don't believe I am real, you kill them. It is always the same. Then, as time goes by and you kill more people you see me each time and you finally realise that you are fucking up and that I am here to help you. So please do us both a favor and get to that part quickly."
She was gone. Tom stood alone in an empty kitchen from a restaurant downtown with the corpse of Lockart, pouring blood all over the white tiles.
