I yawn standing up slowly. I get up and I start my sparse morning routine. I take a hot shower, why am I so cold? I put on my construction gear, its far too scratchy, and I finally leave the house. I wipe my seat off and I sit down in my car. I sigh heavily
"They really need to fix these damn roads"
I keep on driving, perfectly legally, I must say. I finally get to the job, about half a year of work has went into this job alone. I'm pretty lucky Ms Arachne is willing to pay so much for this one job. They really need to pay me more for securing this job, but no I'm not a manager. Oh but I have all the duties of the manager. Greedy bas-
"hey ■■■■, have you heard?"
I look at... josh.... no jake... no oh it doesn't matter
"about?"
He talks with his hands, a newer hire for this job if I'm right
"The Nihilist killed again! This one was dumped into a river!"
He keeps waving his hands. He's too excitable, even more so about something so disgusting.
"And? Listen, I know its important news but don't act like your watching a sports game its a innocents life."
The Nihilist, what a truly gross person, to kill that many innocents. Their one of two famous serial killers of this truly rotten city, the other being the fallen angel, each time that one kills countless piles of evidence is left with the body, of a person who had been missing for exactly a month, documenting their crimes. A vigilante some call them, evil others say.
"Oh. Yeah I guess so"
I wave him off
"I have to clock in now. Your a good guy, dont get too involved with all this nihilist stuff"
he nods now a little dejected, I do so hate the nihilist, for killing so many innocents.
I walk around the construction site keeping everything on track. Ive done some of the heavy lifting but today is a little special. Ms arachne will be coming to see the site and I have to look put together. She's a casino owner after all this one will be her second real big one. Not just that but she's got some real big ties to the valor corporation. I hear a door open and I turn around to see the always flawlessly elegant woman and her two body guards. I nod to her
"hello again ■■■■. I would hope you prepared well for my arrival"
I show the way to the meeting room.
"I have. Now I have all the progress reports. From everything I've seen we should be done in about 1 and a half years."
She nods sitting down. Her stance is oddly open and almost suggestive. Even though she's physically the least built person here, she's by the far the biggest threat.
"I see. By all means you must be doing quite well. I hope there's no delays or... money problems"
a threat saying 'if I find out your laundering my money you pay dearly' I nod
"there's been none. All has gone quite well so far."
Later I stay seated at the chair as the drunk at this cheep seedy bar tries to keep on with his story.
"So so you see that's when I punched the guy square in the jaw!"
I go to seedy bars to listen to drunk people ramble. They get someone to talk to and I get free entertainment. Win win.
"Hey... hey have you heard?"
I glance up from my soft drink
"about the Nihilist? I have"
he shakes his head throwing his hands up almost splashing me with beer.
"No no. About the fallen angel! I heard there's been a bunch of disappearances. What if one of them is the work of the angel"
I raise an eyebrow with a hum
"I have heard that. What do you think?"
He slams his cup down
"You know what i think! I think their right! A lot of those pigs are some rich assholes who have enough money to never see prison while us poor folks could steal a single coin and never see the light of day again!"
I nod
"i suppose so."
Out of the two the nihilist has taken more of the wider publics attention. The type to go down in the cities history. While the fallen angel, their the type to be swept under the rug and never talked about again. How tragic, but the public loves a story and the people in charge hate a truth teller.
It about 3 am I walk alone on the street each step echoing on the empty raining street. Sometimes cars pass by me. What a odd nightmare. That feeling, its horrible and something I never want to feel again. I pull my rain jacket up and closer to my body. Its too windy. It was quite the nightmare I have to admit that at least. My siblings being past versions of myself cloned from the oldest? How odd. I enter a seemingly abandoned building, a old warehouse. Not just that that but my having ice based abilities? How odd, I dont particularly care for the cold and the oldest hates the cold. I walk down a flight of stairs the sounds of the rain slowly fades. I can see me having technical skills and being a craftsman but making a set of daggers from a god, how weird. I walk down the narrow path. And the most harrowing part, that... pyramid. In the nightmare i spent 100s of years as a abomination, uncaring for anything and everything. Truly how repulsive. I open the door, I walk in closing it behind me. I look at the man tied to the chair. When he hears me enter his head snaps up and he tries to scream. Its not like he can see from under that blindfold nor can he talk from that gag. I make a small tsk noise walking over to a table with well cleaned tools.
"You. Your a higher up in the valor corporation. Your sins are too much to be forgiven. Do you remember that woman? You had her thrown in a mental institution for speaking out against what you did to her and other female employees. I want you to remember her name"
I pick up a set of handy pliers, even after all this time they're still with me. Being the fallen angel is truly a money pit by just how much I have to replace some of my tools. How annoying.