Jake got rid of harrow's body, the circumstances made his job more difficult than he thought but he finally finished the job that khonshu had harassed him so much with.
he arrived in London again, Jake paid for a private parking for the limousine, it was a bit far from Steven's apartment, he chose it that way on purpose, he didn't like being related to Steven or his apartment, in fact that apartment never made him feel comfortable nor how at home, he did not like to know about the life of either of them... neither of Steven nor of Marc regardless of whether they were also part of it, nor did he like to know much about his own life thanks to the fact that he technically had no life own.
Jake parked the vehicle in the assigned space, silence reigned in the place, the parking lot was similar to a garage, each vehicle had its own space which was a few meters from the other vehicles, vehicles of all ranges were parked, today it was not a particularly busy day, I was alone in the parking lot, the place was a type of basement so it was not naturally lit, it was illuminated by white lamps which made a particular noise as if it were the buzzing of a bee, or that's how Jake perceived it, he was sensitive to noise, it irritated him, but he always tried not to give importance to that kind of thing.
He got out of the limousine, opened the spacious trunk of the car, in it were tools and some black bags that contained his things, among them he took out a dark blue bag that contained cleaning supplies, some cleaners, bleach, sponges, rags and some gloves, he went to do his homework, took out the cleaners, took off his usual leather gloves and put on the cleaning gloves that were in the bag, entered the interior of the limousine and settled inside from it, he spread the cleaner on the red leatherette of the vehicle where there were some not so recent blood stains, with the rag he tried to remove them, he felt that something was not right with his hands... they itched, the smell of the plastic of the gloves was horrible , perhaps for the others it was a small unimportant smell but Jake did not feel the same, the smell crossed his nostrils and produced a feeling of disgust, it smelled like an operating room, he tried not to give it imp But it was worse to hide the itching caused by the contact of his skin against the material of the gloves, the blood and the viscera did not disgust him, much less seeing someone dead, they were those little things that perhaps anyone does not they would affect him and maybe it would not even cross their minds but Jake, Jake they made him irritable, the itching in his hands continued, it got worse and worse, he knew he had to finish that, clean, cleanliness came first, or else when someone looked into the interior of the vehicle they would be exposed, the blood was camouflaged a little with the red color of the leatherette of the seats.
He stabbed harrow, Khonshu didn't ask him, he didn't even mention it, he did it on his own, it was his own will and decision, a little slip of the moment and a little euphoria, that's how the blood had ended in the seats, even though
Khonshu wanted to bother Jake about "making sure he was really dead" with harrow, he was right, when he checked harrow's limp body there was still a very weak pulse in it, ammit still didn't want to leave or so he thought, he clung to that old and unconscious body, to that faithful servant who didn't realize until the end that he was an excellent candidate as his next avatar, too bad it would end up in the murderous hands of Jake, the The last vision Harrow had when he was conscious was of Jake granting him one last breath, that last painful opening in his body, that intense burning that ran through his blood and that Jake also felt, in addition to Jake feeling that thirst for blood, that satisfaction of having hunted his prey and finally having it in his claws as if it were a wild animal, feeling how his spirit was freed from his body, the malice on his face never disappeared and it was in those moments that Jake was terrifying, the murderous look… muscles tensed by adrenaline, his black eyes wide open, like those of a fast and agile cat, Jake pierced Harrow's body with the sharp knife causing a visual excitement that was seen on his face, Khonshu enjoyed the sadism on Jake's part, the one who had been his avatar once was now only an inert body in the murderous hands of his current avatar, he did not feel any remorse, he did not even clearly remember the powerful faith that old avatar had in him Sometime when he was a little younger, he didn't care at all but he was thrilled to know that he could finally get rid of that annoyance, Khonshu didn't even flinch when he saw Jake lunged at Harrow, it only showed how Little did he care about his avatars even if he pretended understanding and compassion towards them, it was a facade to hide his perverse actions, Jake had said it well before.
Jake rubbed the material hard with the cloth, he did it repeatedly and he felt that heat in his body again, the stress took over him, the textures of some materials were unbearable, he hated to touch dirt and he did not like to touch things with his hands. hands, that's why he always wore gloves, plus he didn't leave traces during his murders, but these leather gloves he always used had a special material, one that didn't bother or distract him from the feeling of having something touch his skin. while the plastic gloves bothered him more and more, he wanted to take them off... but he couldn't bear the feeling of his fingers touching the dirty rag, when he had murdered on other occasions he didn't have his gloves, he did it because he had to get Steven or Marc out of trouble, he completely covered his hands with blood but he didn't care… it was fine, human blood was cleaner than many other things that Steven or Marc touched daily, maybe without washing their hands, it disgusted him but he tried to tolerate it. Jake never understood what that was due to, that constant need for cleaning and the high irritability he felt towards certain textures, dirt, sensory problems.
The blood did not want to go away completely which made Jake more angry and made him feel helpless, in addition to that horrible smell of surgical plastic, it made him want to vomit, Khonshu discreetly appeared outside the vehicle, Jake completely ignored his presence, he was busy trying not to collapse thanks to the stimuli, he kept carving but the brown blood stain did not come out, he began to give up, no matter how hard he rubbed it did not disappear, now he regretted what he had done, not because it was something immoral...to kill, no, that didn't matter to him at all, but because he was so careless, he hadn't cleaned up the blood quickly and it had oxidized, making it almost impossible to clean it, he was beginning to think about what he had said Khonshu, maybe he was right... maybe he was doing a very dirty job, Jake focused a lot on his thoughts and got carried away by the infinity of things that were going through his mind, so much so that he had not realized that the God had spoke.
I never ordered you to stab him, or cut him open like a toy.
Jake was still carving with the rag
You can't blame me for your little slip
Jake snapped out of his thoughts and realized that someone was speaking to him, I don't know he was surprised to learn it was Khonshu, he immediately shot him a disapproving look
How happy your visits make me
He said with usual sarcasm
Jake grabbed the rag and the wipers, went to the back of the vehicle, threw the dirty rag with a trace of blood and took off his gloves, threw them inside, it was a relief for him He
looked quickly at khonshu and looked away he was making one of the exit routes from the parking lot, he scratched his hands desperately although he tried to hide it, khonshu noticed it, the itching stopped a little but to a minimal extent it continued
I needed to know if you had finished with the work
Khonshu exclaimed Are
Are you blind?
Do you think I can really trust you?
Think what you want, I don't care
Jake raised his eyebrows and made a nonchalant face
I wish you would trust me more
Do you trust my word?
No.
The lie is written on your face
Jake clenched his teeth hard, almost making them grind
Did you get rid of the evidence?
Yes.
You have less control than Marc, accept it,
you left evidence, the stains.
Khonshu pointed his finger inside the vehicle
Fuck! Again with that idiot!
Jake raised his voice, his voice echoed in the place, in his face you could see the anger with which he spoke
There was a silence for a moment
why are you so upset?
I only mentioned it...
Jake's face showed the anger he felt, he put on his usual gloves again, the itching had mostly disappeared but he didn't feel well, the adrenaline had dissolved many hours ago and
the emotional discomfort did not go away
I can't clean up your mess
Jake was silent
Get used to it...
Hmm
Jake turned and stared at Khonshu, addressed him with a straight face and a harsh tone of voice
No more of you stupid Marc…
Just you and me…
Jake told him gave a cold look to the God
Understood?
Well… technically you are Marc.
This last was the straw that broke the camel's
Damn! You and Marc can go to hell!
Jake yelled...fed up
It was no surprise to Khonshu that Jake yelled with such anger and rage, certainly it was God himself who encouraged his outbursts and violence.
Jake's heart beat very fast, anxiety spread through his body... he felt that for a moment he almost switched with one of the other alters in the system, he felt that he was going to fall asleep but he prevented this from happening, he prevented Marc or Steven they will take control and he took control again in a matter of seconds, everything happened too fast.
He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them in the distance he saw someone watching him... a man around 50 years old of grayish hair.
His gaze locked on Jake…
Jake tried to make eye contact with him but it didn't last long, he looked away and swallowed hard. The man walking towards him, Jake regained his composure.
Everything's fine?
Asked the man, waiting for an answer
Jake realized that it was some security guard of the place
Yes, everything fine.
A clear fake smile could be seen on Jake's face, Khonshu was witnessing the scene in silence.
The man got closer each time until Jake was very close.
Jake knew that they had heard part of his conversation with Khonshu, specifically the clear screams.
I can check?
Asked the man
Jake knew there were still some blood stains out there, he thought about getting rid of him... maybe knock him unconscious or kill him like he always did, but he noticed the obvious cameras that were scattered around the place, he thought about the possibilities and took the better route, maybe he wouldn't see the spots because of the darkness inside the car.
Ehh… sure.
said with a cold tone
Jake moved away from the door of the vehicle and let the man take a brief look, at that moment many scenes passed through Jake's mind, the desire to push him into the car, hang him and kill him, feeling the adrenaline running through his veins again, the excitement of killing again, or maybe beating him with his fists, he imagined it and the muscles of his body tensed, but it wasn't what he did, death sometimes it was unfair, at that moment it wasn't fair, he shouldn't do it... he restrained herself, as much as the simple fact of thinking about it and imagining herself doing it gave her pleasure,he didn't. He came out of his thoughts when he realized that the man was speaking to him
Hey.
Everything's fine
His brain took a moment to process the information
Jake nodded letting the man understand that he had understood, he didn't say any more words
He saw the man walk away and turn his back on him, when he was sure he was gone, He looked at Khonshu and made a gesture with his hands that indicated that he was dead, that he would cut off his head, Khonshu shook his head letting out a small laugh that Jake clearly heard, Lockley just clenched his teeth hard, a moment later Khonshu disappeared
Jake locked the car's trunk and doors, locked the car, and drove off.
There was no need to pay, he had already paid the quarterly parking payment beforehand, when he was leaving the basement he noticed the bright sunlight, he squinted, the light bothered him a lot, the bright lights disoriented him and gave him a strange feeling , among those lights that of the sun, that's why he preferred the dark, the darkness of the night made him feel better, his eyes did not burn and he could be calmer and more relaxed acting with the moonlight on his side, he left the basement and As he walked to Steven's apartment, he paused for a moment on the street and stood in front of a reflection of a bookstore to look at himself, looking at the obvious marks of self-inflicted sleep deprivation on his face, his eyes with red coloration and tired eyes were accompanied by his large dark circles of purple tones that adorned his face, although dark circles were usual on Marc and Steven's face, it was the first time that Jake noticed them in his face, that aspect of a sad and angry man that reflected his face did not go away, he was very tired... two days without sleep did not do his mind any good.
He kept walking down the wide street, avoiding contact with the sun, he didn't notice who was coming in front of him and clumsily bumped into someone, they collided shoulder to shoulder, he could only see his face in a fraction of a second, he noticed his black eyes and long eyelashes, everything happened very quickly, the two made eye contact but it was very fast, he could not look at more details of his face or body, the sunlight prevented him from seeing clearly and blinded him for a moment, in a normal reaction of his body narrowed his eyes avoiding to continue looking, he reopened his eyes and observed once more but now with pain in them, some harsh words came out of his mouth
Watch where you walk
And the woman, hearing this, continued walking quickly towards the hurriedly turned in the opposite direction, while Jake did the same, with a look of disgust and annoyance on his face.