Chapter 1.A Chapter by Jack EldimThree weeks later in Niagara Falls, Canadian side.
"this has been the fifth terrorist attack on Paris in the last three months..."
Terrorist attack! How dare that filthy news reporter refer to me as such an insignificant insect. A terrorist. Please, I am the king of terror. The very scale of my work should tell them that I am no common terrorist. Still I suppose it's better the world doesn't know of me, yet. "...We are sending over Americana troops and investigators to aid the french government with finding and apprehending the culprit...." At this I have to smile. the great US of A is sending their top forces, and only protection from me, across the seas to look for clues that I wouldn't have left if I was tied and gauged. The birds have flown the nest in a search for the mouse, but hear I am, just a few feet from their border, enjoying a lovely view of Niagara falls from a Canadian cafe. "...what police forces are calling the perfect suicide. the locals have started referring to the unknown assailant as Xic, a K'iche demon of rear and blood. With seventy deaths from the last attack alone..." Xic, eh? I like it. the demons of human nature have been set lose. There will be no survivors. as the bartender approaches to give me the bill, I raise my hand and stop him. "Keep the change" I say as I toss him the four dollars for my espresso and get up to leave. there is no point in letting anyone see my face up close, just in case one of them gets out before the chlorine gas packets in the vents detonates, and their festering flesh burns off. I am Xic. and this is my trail of death.
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