Get a job!

Between accident and murder there are only one step. I wasn’t so far to take it.

The bald boss in black asked me to come in his office. I really thought at first that he wanted me to leave the united states because of the John story and the fact that in so many months, they never find a antidote. But it was the oposite. He wanted me to stay in the country and more, he wanted me to work for them.

Maine, my black men in black came into the room. The bald boss told me : « He’ll be you tutor ! ». I started to laugh, nervous breakdown no dobt. Can you imagine that ? A little very white skin girl pretending that her father is this black fridge ?! The only frige in the agency who speak more or less french (less than more but anyway, still no choice). And I seamed to have a good feeling with him…I had a too good feeling with John, and his dead !! Are they nuts !! If they asked me my opinion, it’s better than the person who have to stay with me for, at least, two or three years, his somebody that I really never want to touch, to hug…a repulsive person ! Not the sweet Maine, the one who take my hand in the plane…with chirurgical gloves, but still…

So, Maine came into the room, to be sure I understand eveything that the other idiot will tell me. « I want you to kill for me ! ». Not need to translate that, even if I answered : « I beg you pardon ?! ». He explain to me that if I still want them to find a antitode to my disease, I’ll had to work for them, because for now, they didn’t need my DNA anymore, so It was kind of sensless to keep my in the observatory clinic. Maybe I could help them a little and they’ll help me a little. If I wanted to live, he kept saying, I have to kill. I jumped on the desk, slid on it and grasped the shirt of my bald man. Taking my lips close to him, to effrayed him. « You want me to kill for you ?! Pauvre con ! I’m not a puppet ! But maybe you want me to start with you ! ». Maine called the security, all the men arrived with guns in the office.

« Come on, Marie… » said a little less calmly my boss…Marie ?! Yes, it’s stupid to admit that he was the kind of ignorante who think that every french girls name was Marie, like the holly virgin. Too much vision of  the last killer tomatoes…It really pissed me off…more ! « My name is not Marie, you’re dead moron !! ». I came closer…behind me, the men didn’t move, waiting for a sign, a occasion to open the fire. « Come on…I apologize if I mistjudged you…but I really thought that you want to see you family again !

-         Is it blackmail ? If you touch on single hair of…

-         I don’t care about your family ! But you ? If you want to see them again, don’t you think you need to be sane and cure first ?!

-         You and me, we know exaclty that I’ll never see them again…

-         But what if ? What if finally you can have a normal life ? Touch another John Smith without kill him ? Another brother… ?

-         J’y crois pas ! Connard ! You’re a piece of shit !

-         Yeah, but I’ll pay the check !!

-         Sursis ! Enculé ! ». I turned back, after pushed the dirty pig in his chair, and I look at all this agent with they toys. They needed me, and they knew I was more dangerous than every little guns in this country. And hopelessly for them, I knew it too ! « Yeah ! I yelled, smiling, the arms opened. Shoot the gold eggs making chick ! Go ahead ! I’ll wait for you ! ». They all put they guns down and I jumped out of the desk, look at Maine to followed me.

I started to be a bitch. Litteraly, a bitch. They detroyed the last plot of land of humanity inside of me the second they asked me to pretend to be God.

I was ready to kill ! Anybody…everybody !

Just by slamming fingers ! Dorothy wasn’t up to get back home right now !! The road was too long…but I took the first step on it.