The Interview
Michael silently slid through the hustle and bustle of the city. He hadn’t always lived there, but he grew accustomed to it when he moved with his father. But that was decades ago…
He didn’t like thinking about the fact that he’d been a teenager for over a decade. He never liked the thought that the world was aging, but he wasn’t.
At least Michael knew what he was going to do with his “life.” He knew he could put an end to the hell created by William. It made sense that they moved here. William could get more victims here, than anywhere else. Homeless people and children could be plucked off the street, and brought to Freddy’s. For cheap labor, or experiments. Human life, simply disregarded for the “Greater good.” That greater good probably somehow included all of his children's violent deaths
Michael kept walking down the street, trying not to dwell on it much. He had a job to apply to… and later burn . He couldn’t leave any establishment standing. Hee still had to be careful, though. Michael couldn’t let others get hurt in the process. He couldn’t be reckless. Arson was not something he wanted to have anyone caught up in.
Humans were still easy enough to talk with, even if he still didn’t do it much. Mike could smooth talk his way into the job.
“You’re hired," he said, as soon as Michael had sat down.
Mike blinked at the manager. “What?”
“You’re hired," he repeated and slammed the paper into an empty basket, “You are the only one who’s applied for the position in over a month.”
Michael pursed his lips. That was easy . “Soooo… When do I start?”
The manager took off his glasses, “Tonight. Please be on time. We can’t ask much, but we can ask that. Your shift starts at twelve am.”
Michael smiled awkwardly, “Uh, thank you! I really needed this job, and-”
“Don’t. Just, get out. We’re close to being shut down at this point. Just don’t let this go any further to shit than it has.” The manager said, waving Michael away.
Mike stood up on command, “Yes sir!” Then, he walked out.
Michael hadn’t foreseen that the place was already going under so fast. He thought he was going to have to try. At least this way he was going to be able to get rid of it easier. He just had to hope he wouldn’t be in hiding for too long. And he hoped he didn’t get the attention of the new Spider-Man… Almost every way that his actions are going to be looked at, is going to make him look like the bad guy. Spider-Man wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t be able to find the truth. No one was going to believe him when he said that he was setting free ghosts, by burning them. He wouldn’t understand or believe. He wouldn’t help. No one can, or will. Michael hated that. He hated that he was alone in this. He would be forever. After all, who would be willing to help a murder? Who would help a monster like him?
No one.
No one would…
Not him… not ever…