5

Before listening to what the microphone recorded, I do some research on the other moron in the restaurant. Unsurprisingly, I found several assault complaints and one rape complaint that went unanswered. It's decided, this man is going to die, in excruciating pain. If justice does not take care of it then I will be justice. But before that, I have to listen to what the pointy ears have to tell me.

I see that the transmission has been interrupted. They discovered the microphone. I hope they found it late enough for me to have information. The distant voice of Galadan Bornova rises from the loudspeaker:

“Please excuse me, I have an emergency. »

Then his deep timbre comes closer:

"Give me a report right away," he demanded.

“Very well, my prince.

"How many times do I have to tell you this?" I am your king! Not your prince! My parents are nothing, they are just old vestiges, he cries.

“Please forgive me, my p... king. We are advancing, our soldiers are in Sayronne and await your order to launch an attack.

- Good. Then we will have to reach the center. Tell them to move faster and launch the attack as soon as they receive this message.

“Very well, my king. It will be done. Would you like anything else ?

- No, leave. »

I hear the footsteps of the female voice leave directly while Galadan is still in the room. An hour passes without a conversation, then he shouts:

" Whore ! The dirty bitch! »

Louder and louder footsteps rush to the microphone. Registration is complete. Perfect, he got there too late. By then, Sayronne must have already been attacked, definitely showing the involvement of the elves.

A war is brewing. I've seen wicks light up for years, but it's all going to explode before long. In recent years, my contracts have increased along with the attacks. I take no risk and go back on my decision. I have to fulfill the Alpha Supreme's request, even though my whole body is screaming at me not to go.

Elves are known to always want to keep the peace. Who would have guessed they were trying to sink her? Like what you really have to be wary of the wisest, the calmest, the nicest... There is no kindness in this world and I learned it at the school of the hard life. I hate those fucking elves.

If I can kill Galadan then I have a double reason to go to the Alpha. I change and take a few things from civilians in particular (media). Not forgetting my poisons and all my killer paraphernalia, I get ready to take my car. I have to leave immediately, I'm already late. Even if in reality, I have absolutely nothing to give a shit about arriving several days later.

After having driven well, I stop in a small hotel close to the road which seems little busy.

When I arrive, I only see a brunette woman playing on her phone at the counter. I decide for once to be nice. So with a fake smile, I ring the little bell to alert him to my presence. However, the latter does not even deign to look up at me. I ring again trying to calm myself down so as not to break everything, but this same lady still does not answer the request. Too bad for you, little bitch. Neither one nor two, I grab her by the collar of her t-shirt and pull her towards me:

- "Now you're going to stop being on your phone and you're going to do your shitty job. As you seem to have forgotten, open your little human ears: give me a room for the night right away or else I'll turn you into a rug."

After my nice speech, the brunette rushes to finally hand me the key to my room, trembling. She doesn't even dare to say another word to me. I grab the object with a big smile of a psychopath and go to hide in my room and flee all life.

I still feel the sensation of hot water running over my skin when I lie down on the small bed. I have to sleep, but I don't feel like it. I know what will happen and I am afraid. I spend my days putting my life in danger, killing, close to death, but something as basic as sleeping scares me. Sleep, what a treacherous word. We don't sleep when the nightmares come, we suffer, we bite until the sweet greeting of awakening arrives. But the worst part is that we know it's going to start again, so we wait. Like the man approaching the gallows. We are spectators of his imminent death.

It's time to suffer, once again...

I fall asleep, hoping not to wake up, even though I know full well that I would have the right to a restless night.