Hey guys! I know it's been awhile, but here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
John, meet me at Speedy's Cafe at 12:00.
You know who it is.
John stared at the text, unaware of what it entailed. He hadn't given the man his number. John knew he had no choice on whether to go or not- his fate was entirely in the man's hands.
John looked around the cafe, hoping to see the man. He recognized the place- he had eaten here yesterday. The room was small- there weren't many places he could be. The door to the cafe swung open, and the man walked over to John and sat in the seat opposite to him. John stared at the man, getting a good look at him. He noticed the man's thin cheeks and skin. John recognized this from his time in Afghanistan- it was the tell-tale sign of starvation. The man looked John in the eyes and gave a wolf-like smile.
"Hello John. It's nice to see you." John grew angry. He was not here for small talk.
The only reason this man is alive is because he's useful to me. John tried to make himself believe this. "Why did you call me here?" he said, trying to inflict power into his words.
"I was bored and hungry. This seemed like a solution to both problems. You ate here yesterday, and you looked like you enjoyed it."
"What the hell, how did you know that?"
"I followed you."
"I didn't see anyone following me!"
"That is because I followed you." The man leaned closer, putting his face only inches away from John's. "You were right in assuming I had motivations other than the ones I have told you. I can tell you have big plans John, big plans involving lots of people. I thought I'd suggest a location." The man pulled out his phone, and showed him an image of a large building. "It's called Bosworth Mall. I think you'd find its layout conducive to your aspirations."
John looked at the man incredulously. How could he have known this? John slammed his chair into the table and left, leaving the cafe.
John looked at the homeless man. John reached into his pocket and stroked the electrical cord he had brought with him. The man was sleeping, turned away from him. He had a bottle of wine tucked under his arm. The next building over was a slaughterhouse. John tentatively opened the butcher's dumpster and peered inside, wincing at the pungent smell. As he had expected, the dumpster was filled with scraps of flesh. A few more would not be noticed. He walked up to the sleeping man and wrapped the cord around his neck.
The man woke up, startled, and John squeezed the cord and dragged it upward. The homeless man's feet left the ground, leaving him kicking in the air. John snapped his neck and laid the man on the ground. He took a boning knife out of his pocket and started slicing apart the major joints. Soon, the corpse was unrecognisable as human. He dumped the various parts into dumpster. Tomorrow was garbage day for this side of town. The body would be gone then.
A/N I realize this section is completely unrealistic- scraps from slaughterhouses are made into chicken McNuggets. I apologize to McDonalds for insulting their efficiency and calling them wasteful.