How was this possible? I most certainly stabbed and burned the guy. I even held on to the $200 he'd had in his wallet. Yeah, yeah, I know it's "wrong" to steal from the dead and all, but when you've already killed a guy you don't particularly hate, you might as well go the distance and make sure you're goin' to hell. When in Rome, right?.
My Enforcer friends picked me up by my elbows and led me into the next room (seriously, was there even a reason to have the waiting room?). I knew I had a very stupid look on my face. I think I was getting used to it by now. The next room was completely different from the waiting room. It was all white, like an infinity room, with no decorations. There was one window to the side, and in the middle of the room stood an all white desk with two white chairs on either side. There was nothing on the desk save a monitor facing me and no one in either chair. Had I been mistaken? Was it not him after all?
One of the Enforcers pressed a button on a remote I hadn't noticed he was holding and the image on the monitor came to life. "Great job on killing Officer Simmons," said Trenchcoat on the screen, "I knew you had it in you. Now for your next ta-" He was cut off as the Enforcer stopped the video and took out the DVD from the player stored somewhere in the desk. Another Enforcer came out with several DVD cases and placed the one I was watching in a case marked SUCCESS 1.
"Oops," said the Enforcer and gave a laugh, "wrong one."
He fumbled with the various cases he was holding and finally put in a new disc, "this should do it," he said.
The screen came alive again after the Enforcer pressed the button. Trenchcoat was of course wearing his trenchcoat and now an angry look on his face, "you ****! I can't believe you killed me!"
What the hell? "Well, I guess I can believe it, since I thought ahead enough to record these videos," the monitor said, "I see you already saw the congratulations video. That was a silly mistake, I do apologize." Seriously, what the ****? I looked over at the empty case the Enforcer was holding. DEAD + ACCIDENTALLY SHOWED WRONG VIDEO EXPLANATION was written on the side. This guy seriously had way too much time on his hands.
But wait, how could he make all these videos? I had just gotten arrested this morning. "Dude, I told you, I'm rich. That means I have seriously way too much time on my hands," he said, as if to answer my question with perfect timing, "so I decided to go and record these videos after bailing you out of jail." This was getting weird.
"But wait, why make the Congratulations video in the first place? Did you think I was going to kill you anyway?" I said out loud and immediately grew red in the cheeks. Great, now I was talking to a recording, **** idiot.
I noticed the Enforcer on my right was shaking his head. "**** idiot," I thought I heard him say under his breath. Great, now the goons thought I was stupid.
"'But wait, why make the Congratulatrions video in the first place? Did I think you were going to kill me' you must be asking yourself," said the recording (come on, now!), "the answer is no. As I stated earlier, I'm rich. I was totally just going to go on a trip today and didn't feel like taking the effort to deal with you myself. I did, however, make this and the following videos in the case that you did kill me. Enjoy watching!" He said this last bit with his usual light hearted tone.
The Enforcer took the DVD out and replaced it with a new one. This next case read DEAD + TASK 1 ROUND 2. "Hey, ****," came Trenchcoat's friendly voice, "don't think that just because you killed me you're off the hook for not killing Simmons. You're still totally going to do that for me." In the video, Trenchcoat reached down under the desk surface and pulled out a huge muffin and began devouring it. I was getting angry now! This **** was mocking me even in death? Unbelievable. Why was everyone getting to eat muffins and I wasn't getting anything? This was just plain torture! If I could just get one bite, one measely morsel!
After finishing his muffin he spoke, "you are still to kill Officer Simmons," he said in a completely straight and serious voice, "and you are still to stab him. Maybe a few hours' notice wasn't enough and so that's why you killed me, who knows. You now have three days. In three days, my Enforcers will find you. They will know if Simmons is alive or not. Please don't do anything stupid. The Enforcers have evidence of my murder and they will hand it over to the police if Simmons is not killed. Think hard."
The Enforcer turned off the monitor and put the DVD back in its case.
**** me, round 2.