
Part 3
As he turns the pages and digs into the information from this mysterious and newly found book, he tries to come to terms with killing a man. He wasn't a killer but given his worldly situation that could change for a price. He thinks to himself......
......"we think about life as something we are deserving of. Something that we are meant to have. But are we? Just because we are here with families and ancestors, we assume our life is of some importance in comparison to others that haven't made it as far. But is it? What mark have we left that gives us the right to this life? Conquering war efforts that are never ending, an always expanding disparity between the very rich and the very poor and the sickness of ignoring it. Does that warrant a long fulfilling life of comfortability in a sick, greedy and grotesque place? We have sat and allowed a corrupt organization to terrorize and autorotate our every move. We have allowed ourselves to be brainwashed to think this is the best that we can offer. If I must live in this world, I need to live in it with money. I can't be poor and miserable."
"The book found me. The book found me." He shouts as he thinks about how he recently acquired the book. About 12 hours earlier he received a knock and doorbell ring at his door. But to his surprise when he came to the door there was no one there. Just a brown square package on his black "no shoes allowed" doormat wrapped in a light brown rope. Jay lives on the 8th floor of a high-rise apartment building with the elevator on the other end of the massive superstructure. Leaning outside his doorway he slowly turns his head to his left and he sees a window looking outside to the park. Children playing around the one piece of entertainment the apartment building provided for its young tenants. A big red slide in the middle of the mulch with a loose screw that would make a noise every time a child would climb up and slide down. That noise drove Jay mad at one point. Before this sudden turn of events in Jay's life he worked nights as a stocker at the neighborhood hardware store. So, his sleep during the day was very important. But during the summer there was no way he could get quality sleep during the day. Noise from ecstatic children would fill the walls of his small apartment and prohibit him from enjoying his sleep. After about a week of complaining Jay caved in and fixed it himself. It was fine for a few weeks but now that God forsaken noise was back. Turning his head to his right he stares down a long hallway down to the elevator. This hall was so long you could barely see the end like an ever-expanding hallway from an old scary movie. Red, dingy carpet with white designs stretched from his apartment down the hall to the corner where the elevators hide. Blinking lights filled the hallway ceiling every 8 or 10 feet but all the lights were rarely in sync. Away from the noisy children from outside the building seemed empty and vacant. Jay usually didn't see a soul. Except a few times on the elevator he would cross paths with a girl who always wears a different styled red shirt. With her headphones rocking with bass, a hat down to her eyebrows and dark Fendi sunglasses she was oblivious to the outside world.
He can't make sense of it. It didn't take him long to get to his front door. His apartment wasn't that big and he was wide awake from the bothersome and aggravating sounds from the make shift park outside. There's no way he wouldn't have caught the person in the hall. Dumbfounded and astonished he looks to the ominous and mysterious white door across the hall. This apartment was vacant or at least so he thought. He has never seen anyone come in or out that door. He hasn't even heard the door open or close. Tip toeing across the hall he keeps his left hand on his apartment door as he slowly let's it close until its barely a crack. Making no noise he slowly pulls his hand away from the door and puts his ear to the door across the hall. Silent. Complete silence. Dead silence. The essence of a sinister deathly lack of sound radiated from the door. Jay channeling his power from all 5 senses closes his eyes to enhance his invasion of the apartment’s privacy. Still nothing. The sounds of the children playing and that unpleasant squeal drags Jay back to his original awareness. He walks back to his room picking up the mysterious gift on his way through the door to begin his inspection. Although Jay wasn’t a lonely person, he liked to be alone. Didn’t have too many friends but the friends he did have were close, loyal and real. He never went out of his way to approach people when he didn't have to. He made sure he didn't have to.
Upon further reading about Isaac and John he finds that the book wants him to poison John by manipulating the ingredients to Isaac's best dish. The poison would be a slow painful death. The book described in detail how the stomach would be slowly dissolved inside the body due to the high concentrate of a lab created acidic liquid. This liquid was created a few years earlier and only required a few drops to really deteriorate the body from the inside. The deadly concoction was called Substance M. Its sole purpose of creation was to be used as one of the gases in the gas chambers in the 20s but the project was dumped when it was deemed too gruesome of a death. Substance M when inhaled would rash the skin and destroy the lungs by deterioration in less than seven minutes. Those seven minutes would bring excruciating unimaginable pain as you watch your skin bubble from the inside from the touch of the vicious gas. Your lungs would fill with blood so it becomes impossible to breathe and your skin would begin to dissolve as the gas eats its way through anything it touches. But when ingested in its liquid form this acid immediately attacks the hemoglobin in the blood and causes it to dry and quickly turn to dust as it dissolves away as acid. It was only recently turned into its liquid form by a cult leader by the name of Christopher Koresh. Mr. Koresh convinced 2400 people to drink this deadly concoction with the promise of giving his followers eternal life. Substance M was filed as classified and was discontinued.
A few days after acquiring the book Jay was prepared and ready to begin this heinous arrangement. He was instructed to pick up Substance M from a specific storage facility in a specific locker on his drive to meet the brothers. Upon arrival to the storage facility he was instructed to park in the back of the parking lot facing the building. Then he was told to leave the doors of his car unlocked, walk to the door of the building, walk back to the car and further instructions would be on his seat. Jay drives to the back and parks his car perpendicular to and facing the building. He exits his car in the dim lit parking lot and starts his walk toward the building. He passes a lime green beetle with pink dice in the mirror and wondered what the driver could possibly look like. He thinks "White? Black? Female? Male?" He shakes his head in disgust then suddenly an all-black car appears from nothing and drives past him. Jay jumps onto the next parked car scared for his life because he didn't hear the car coming nor did he see the lights. Confused and startled he gets off the silver maxima as the strange ominous black car drives away. It was impossible for him to make out the cars occupants with dark tinted windows. In the dark the car almost looked unnatural. He checks the maxima for damages then looks around the parking lot to make sure he was alone and rushes into the building. He gets to the counter and remembers he has no keys or the number to the unit. Jay turns and runs out to his car before the front desk associate can speak to greet him. Rushing to his car he replays the encounter with the sneaky black car in his head. He could only remember the car suddenly appearing next to him out of thin air as he runs past the maxima he jumped on. Upon getting to his car he noticed a note on his driver side seat with a key and the tag number 27 patiently awaiting his arrival. The note read "say nothing to the desk girl go straight to unit 27". Jay grabs his newly found possession and looks around the dark dim lit parking lot. Not a soul in sight. He balls the note in his hand and stuffs it in his left pocket. He walks back towards the building convincing himself to man up. “Alright Jay. You in it now. Time to man up. Time to be a lion. Been a sheep for too long." Determined now to seal the deal he walks back into the building forgetting about his previous rendezvous with the black car. Upon opening the front door, the desk girl brightly and pleasantly yells out "how can I help you?" He looks at her annoyed and irritated transforming her smile and friendly aura into bitterness and alienation. He looks on the wall to the left of the green and marble top counter and reads the sign that advises customers unit 1-30 was to the left with bright green left arrow below it. Jay starts his journey to unit 27. The girl feeling disrespected walks back to the break area next to the front desk to call her boyfriend and vent in privacy.
Jay getting more and more anxious with each passing unit he starts to get insanely inspired with this uncharted pursuit. 20......21...... 22......23, he steadily approaches unit 27 with a reckless denial about what could be behind this door. With disregard and negligence, he slides the key into the mysterious unit number 27.


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