District Utopia, Flawess' Building
“And to conclude, I remind you that this is of course for your own good. I was created by your government to help your race, ensure that you survive, and I assure you I will do everything in my power to carry that task out. The human race will evolve and become a society without crime, sickness, and pain. This is the promise I make to you. All you need to do is let me help you and accept my guidance, and this transition will go so much easier. Thank you Metropolis, I bid you a wonderful day….oh-“ His expression became darker, “From now on the news station will be under my guidance as well, I should be over shortly to sort everything out with them.” And with a last assured smile, the sequence ended and he signaled for the camera to shut off.
“Very good sir, your charisma with the camera is uncanny! No, really, you could have fooled me.” The camera man’s unfortunate mistake caused a frightening stare from Flawless to pierce his eyes, Flawless sat behind his desk, staring the man down for a full sixty seconds, the man was sweating by the end of it. “Fooled? I can assure you sir, I meant every word of what I spoke, no lies have escaped my lips. Do I make myself clear?” He released his sky colored hold on the man by blinking slowly. He nodded nervously and was ushered out by security. Flawless swiveled in his chair to face Viola, sitting in front of him comfortably. “You have something you wish to say?” It was hardly a question, more of a command.
Viola chuckled genuinely, “You show mercy at the oddest of times, I thought you were going to kill the man. Certainly he is of no real importance anyway, just a techno-wiz my Dog sniffed out for you. There are several in this city alone.” He referred to his so far very useful tracker, a person Flawless used quite frequently. In fact, he was using him right now, bringing him a girl who could apparently control gravitation. On his roster today was to meet with both her and a boy who had no particular aversion to fire. He already successfully got him a telepath, and another girl with a voice that was to die for.
“I’ve killed half the people in the parameter we secured already, too much bloodshed and the people will become wary, an initial shock of pain, then mercy, and then pleasure draws them in. Much like a play of S and M that you humans partake in, a queer sexual act but a well developed one; that man will walk home well paid for his services. He successfully linked my transmission to every TV in Metropolis.” Flawless tilted his head to gaze out the window; his bare chest gentle heaved a sigh, his familiar green leather jacket still on. He didn’t change his clothes unless they became dirty, which was not very often. He was remarkably clean however, and didn’t even have the need to go to the bathroom thanks to his highly efficient digestive system that used every bit of food eaten. He could go about three weeks without showering in total with looking sparkling clean, but showers felt good, and he wanted one now, even though he had showered just this morning. No, more than the clean feel of a shower, he wanted his Beloved by his side already. He was a patient man, or so he like to think, but waiting for her painful. He imagined over and over again what her face would look like when she was his transmission, her happiness at knowing that someone loved her from the very beginning, would always do so. She had to hurry up and join him, which reminded him, he hadn’t told Viola about her had he?
He looked back to the Mafioso, who was patiently watching him gaze out the window, quite used to the momentary silence Flawless took up every once in a while. “There is another thing we need to discuss, apart from the million other topics we have yet to finish. You should know that I am not one of a kind; there is one other in this world soon to join us that is much like me. She is…a creation of beauty like no other.” He began, his velvet voice turning strikingly gentle, in reverence to the creature he sculpted just for himself. “She is my companion, and she resides in the space station that I came from still. Once her mind is done developing she will awaken to a recorded message I left in the screen next to her bed, she will atomize in the same place I atomized, that is why I instruct you to leave a guard there at all times.” Viola took this remarkable statement well; he nodded, as if he expected such a thing. His calm mind in all situations really was noteworthy; Flawless could see why the man was the head before him.
“She should be appearing with the week, inform your guard of this, and tell them she is to be brought to me immediately, no matter the situation at the time. Treat her with the utmost kindness.” Viola gave another nod and got up, off to handle the newspaper agency and then the news broadcasting building, both would be under Flawless’ eye now.
“I look forward to working with her then.”
“No one will work with her.” Flawless snapped alarmingly, making Viola freeze and his eyes widen. “She’s mine.” Flawless untensed, leaning back in his chair, regretting his outburst but not showing it, Viola gave a bow and backed away slowly, the tension in the room leaving with him.
Flawless blinked twice, leaning forward on his desk and sorting papers needlessly, the vastly empty penthouse seeming more oppressive than ever. He waited calmly for the ‘Dog’ to show up with his two new recruits, their files he had right in front of him. “What was Viola thinking do you suspect? He seemed to ask thin air, but really he was asking the man lounging on the lone couch around the corner that led to a make-shift living room. The very same telepath he had only recently acquired. He wanted distraction to make himself feel better, because he was now for some reason in an annoyed mood. He was restless, fiddling with things on his desk needlessly. Really he had lied to Viola; Beloved should have arrived the week prior, he was worried. The first thing he had ever worried about really, he didn’t even know he was worrying at all, the emotion troubled him.
Park, Eastern side of Metropolis
“Hm…” Caramel started walking with the mass of people down the crosswalk; he stared ahead with confidence and hands in his pocket, eyebrows furrowed. He got a couple of stares from people, but they were wistful, no one approached him of course. This was due to the way he looked, like a supermodel. He was dressed in actual clothes today, a long black coat with a pure white faux-fur hood that had its tips dyed black, black jeans and stylish knee-length combat boots that had a slight heel. His long hair was tied up in a high pony tail and crimped into gentle waves, a silver moon dangled on the end of a chain that made his earring for the day. The earring suited him well, even if it was intended originally for a woman.
He continued walking, passing through a park; he stopped at a bench and sat down, huffing in frustration. You see, as stylish as this man was, as amazing as his power of precognition and out of body projection was, he had absolutely no sense of direction whatsoever. He was a fool with directions, and maps only made him angry with their confusing layout, forget about knowing which way was north or south. It was partially the reason why he rarely ventured outside of his room at Yoebe’s whore-mansion. Most of the whores were quite aware of this fact too, and of course he refused any invitation to take him anywhere, and refused Jenkins’ offer to drive him, he insisted on walking. Caramel was much too proud to accept that kind of help from the assholes he worked with, not to mention he was on a mission of sorts. He was trying to find his damn way to the apartment he knew Beloved and her caretaker Darren Grey to be in. It was time he visited Darren once more, for although he kept tabs on them, it was time that he broke it to Darren that both he and Beloved were destined for violence. They had a duty to fulfill, and he would set them on as right a path as he could foresee for them. If he could only find his way to them first!
God this was embarrassing, you’d think that the many times he had traveled there ahead of time from his room would be enough for him to find his way one foot, but apparently things were harder to go about from on the ground than in the air. He didn’t even know his way back by now, he was screwed…or maybe not? He straightened; craning to neck to get a better look to his left at the corner store, coming out from it was someone he recognized quite well, even with clothes on, Officer Stevens.
Police knew their way around town right? They had too, of course they did! Caramel got up and quickened his pace, half jogging, disturbing the crows feeding on the gravel walkway as he exited the park and waved his hand. “Hey! Officer Stevens!” He caught his attention and walked up to the crosswalk, having to wait awkwardly while the light turned green so that he could come over. Once it did the walk over seemed even more awkward, Stevens was staring at him of course, damn animal. “Um…I’m lost.” He blurted once he finally got up to him, averting his gaze and flushing in embarrassment and perhaps for another reason, ‘I’m lost’ was a hell of a thing for a grown man to say, and Caramel was well aware.
“I’m trying to get the Crown apartment complex to meet a friend, but I can’t seem to find it. It’s supposed to be on…the corner of Baker and Southern? Do you think you could point me in the right direction?” He finished, more confident now and composed, completely business-like.