Chapter 27 Worock and Ivian

(Disclaimer: The following chapter may include some explicit behavior and languages that may be uncomfortable for some viewers.)

"Heyaaaa, Worock!"

"Sup Ivian."

The plastic bag in his hand rustles. "Bought ya some snacks."

Worock takes the bag and looks through. "What the.. cola flavoured coc**ne?"

"That's all I could get. Its not easy, you know."

"Preserve it for tonight. I can't sniff 'em in between breaks. Boss will fire me."

"Waiter sucks." Ivian puts it in a tiny bottle and pushes the syringe in. "Is it tonight, eh?" He gently flicks the syringe and then stabs his skin. "She's the mommy of that infamous drug boy, right. Haha. Ironic."

Worock takes out a cigarette, "Yeah. He looks so lanky that anyone would think that." He inhales then blows.

"Do you know where they live?"

"The first apartment from the stairs, yeah. I've been observing that woman for almost a whole month now. Her son keeps coming back home at just random times. I almost gave up in the middle. But lately he's been returning later at 10 or even 11. Its the best time to do it."

"Are you going to do it at their place or your place?"

"Fu*k. You kidding? 'course I'm takin her to my place and then ******* *****."

"Gahaha. And she's going to go with you?!"

"She definitely will. She's the one who asked me to take her out of that place. I'm doing her a favour."

"What if she becomes... you know? She'll report you."

"Haha. She's crazy. No one will trust someone deranged like her. That's the most beneficial thing about psycho women."

"No one will trust em!"

They cackle with themselves for a while.

Ivian, who's already drunk, murmurs. "What are you going to do with her later?"

"Ditch her in the park or something."

"Hey man."

Worock glances at Ivian as he calls him. "What?"

"Wanna do it together?"

His plain lips curve into a grin. "Eh..Doesn't sound bad. Ya comin?"

"Yes I'm. I'm itching to do that."

"Then let's meet tonight at the y apartment at 9."

"Whadif her crazed shon comes back?"

"Don't worry. It'll be two of us and he's weak."

"Yesh. Imma."

"Ivian." Worock pinch him in his stomach. "I'm leaving you near the dustbin. You're going to the lights already."

"Tooonight! She'll receive salvation!"

He sighs and nods his head sideways. Ivian always gets high in a few minutes. Its not surprising that his family abandoned him.

Tonight at 9:30. It haven't start to rain but the clouds are rumbling a lot.

"Dang dude I'm sorry! I got late." Ivian rushes up the stairs and bents.

"Nah. It's fine. We still got 30 mins and we don't even need to force her."

Ivian stands upright. "Which one?"

"The one with the three locks."

"How will ya open it?"

"I made duplicate keys before."

Ivian looks around. "Aren't there people around? What if anyone sees us?"

"Nah. Just to be sure I had asked the neighbours. The other residents here moved out a few days ago. She's the only tenant here."

"Wohoo. Talk about convenience."

Worock pushes the door without opening the locks. "Huh? It wasn't locked."

"Maybe she left it open for us?"

"But the locks look broken."

"Whatever. She's inside, right?" Ivian steps in. "What is this smell? Was it always like this?"

With the rain starting, Worock follows Ivian inside and closes the door.

"I don't know. I never saw the inside." Worock looks left and right. "it's too dark. Hold up. I'll switch on the lights."

Ivian yells. "No don't. People from other houses will notice us."

"Yeah right." He bumps with something. "Hrh. There's something on the floor. I think it stabbed my toe."

"Its natural dude." Ivian looks over his shoulder and grins. "It is a must to feel some pain before pleasure."

He stops grinning as he sees Worock falling flat on his face.

"Hey. Hey. Worock. What did you get hit with?" He feels something liquid underneath his feet.

"What the hell?!" He deeply inhales and exhales. "Is that blood?!" He starts to palpitate. "Wo.. wo..rock. dude.. ar.. are you.. de.. dead?"