Chapter 15: To Organize the Mayhem IV

Whatever. She was fine with it. If stupid, random chick talk was the way to draw back the boredom, even if for just a little while longer, then so be it, she could do it.

So that was it. She had to go back, didn’t she?

(No. No, you don’t. You have to stay here and do your damn job.)

Think, focus! She had to think and formulate a plan before those old farts could ruin everything. But how? What could she do? What about the so-called ‘Ripper’? How would she stop them?

If the Chairman knew about the situation over there, then that meant he had already gotten in contact with a good amount of other leaders in the West who had been unable to capture that murderer themselves. She wasn’t sure if they were aware of the allicin being used, but if the cases where as many as that old geezer had made them seem, then this was a no-brainer. Just the thought that massive loads of crucial information were held out from her daily by operatives in the whole District, if not the whole nation, made her tremble all by itself. Not in fear, but due to something else.

Shouldn’t they all be allies? Why did everyone look down on her outside that wretched city? Wasn’t school enough? Wasn’t her meekness enough? Her hair? Her skin condition? Her eyes!?

She realized it, even in the middle of the night, with people gulping haema like air, drinking booze, having sex, hell, snapping each other’s necks for fun…! Even there, she could feel the stares walking among those people. Sideways stares. As if she were some kind of freak. As if she wasn’t welcome there, even though she was supposed to be in charge. At the top. Day and night. Ten years ago and now. Nothing had changed. Nothing ever changed. Except for her.

She knew she’d always been a monster on the outside, but her time living in that world had easily likened her inside to that image just as easily.

Not even the lowest of the low would accept her. If anything, she needed to buy them with control, fear and the occasional buck.

If the ‘paradise’ was to continue, no one else should die in vain. Though she did know that to be fallacious in itself. People died when they were killed, as a wise fool once said.

In order to face an enemy that could kill anybody, there was a strong possibility some of her forces would be sacrificed in the process. It pained her. Not due to some unspoken code of comradery, but because most of them had been useful enough to her cause in the past half-decade, and losing any more people would also prove that monster’s power to be all the more real.

Before they could cause any more damage to her domain, she would have to figure out the exact method through which they used the allicin, and some way to fight around it. Slay or be slayed. The thought came to her momentarily as she turned through a small alley and got out on a wide avenue, haphazardly lit in purple and blue.

How puzzling. She should have hated it, that whole ordeal. Anyone in their right mind would have continued to tremble in fear, started a major panic overhaul and set up a manhunt on whoever had been responsible for Vince’s murder. But instead, she had calmly hatched a simple, little plan, and waited.

She waited for the murderer to make the first move, even though the most effective decision would have been to setup more elaborate bait, perhaps in larger numbers as well, in order to lure out the subject at once and eliminate them as soon as possible. Surely, that would guarantee the thriving of their paradise.

Instead, she found herself enjoying the search, the chase, bit by bit. Part of her was genuinely amused with the whole situation. The thrill, the looming threat of mortal danger, it was something she hadn’t experienced in a long time. The usual, daily dose of carnage was fun for its content, but the repetition had made it boring a long time ago. It was still entertaining, of course, but it was always entertaining in much the same way, nearly every night.

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Most of all, it was too easy. Protecting the Phantoms and their territory was too easy. Getting rid of intruders and putting possible traitors in line through fear had become shallow routine a long time ago. Just like school. Just like the old walk back home. It was almost as if her days and nights were starting to merge into one tedious mountain of gibberish and lies.

Because, really, in the end it didn’t matter how much she phoned it in, how much she left for Aaron and Jade to manage on their own, the Phantoms had never suffered any significant losses ever since she took leadership. Not once. Likewise, no matter how much genuine effort she put into leading them, they had not achieved a single, significant instance of success in those five whole years. Not a single inch more of territory for them, or new allies from outside they’d managed to acquire. The Phantoms were in nearly the exact same state now as they had been in the beginning when she’d taken the reins by force and started barking orders. They were stuck in time, only the people’s ages increased, along, of course, with Seagate City’s inevitable decay, which had already started long before she and her sister had even arrived. And it would never end, even long after they were both gone.

Seagate City was trapped within a bubble, nothing within which could interfere with the outside, and nothing on the outside could affect any of its planned operation. The residents, unbeknownst to themselves, would spend the rest of their lives carrying out worthless, menial tasks back and forth for nobody in particular, just so they could earn a tiny cookie at the end of the month. And then the process would start over. In the daytime, the students, the office workers, the patrols, the shop owners… During the night, the clubs, the drunken salary people, and of course, the street gangs.

All thanks to the board. She was sure of it. The board was always one step ahead of everyone, to the point that very few actually even knew of its existence. Only established VIP’s and very specific law enforcers assigned to each area, in each and every district.

Emily doubted they had knowledge of her own personal plans, so she was probably safe from them. For now. They could do a lot, even punish one for thinking the wrong thing without ever revealing their own existence. But in spite of that, actually reading said thoughts was something they could not do. And the ball was in her court now. As long as she remained in her place and seemingly carried out her assigned tasks as local gang leader, they shouldn’t suspect her in the slightest. And they decidedly would never be taking any action against her in the future, the girl was sure.

Why, that was obviously because she was a coward, too afraid to break the cycle. Too afraid to act, go against the current, even amidst the chaotic nights she lived and allegedly thrived in. Those were her bloody comfort zone. She hated to admit it, but it was true. In her own way, she was as much of a sheep as everyone else. And she despised herself for that fact alone. Someone with so much power, so much influence, even if in small circles… How weak could one flimsy girl possibly be?

In the midst of seeming chaos, a new kind of order had been established. Nothing could have ever disrupted that order. Nobody could change their fated course in the UDS’s grand scheme. That was, except for that person, if she could even call them a person.

Whoever, or whatever they were, they had, in a single night, become the sole agent of true chaos in that disturbingly orderly life of hers. They were the sole element that could turn the failed White Lady from a mere ant, into a powerful titan just by existing. They were the irregular over there, and most of all, they had the power to destroy the indestructible, a feat large enough to rival the board of directors itself, so far the only other potency she knew of who could be in possession of allicin to dispose of.

Past her personal discomfort, she somewhat admired that. They were the ultimate danger, and just as anonymous as the board. So if she could capture them and eliminate them, the board would likely be doable in the near future.

However, that ambition often led back to her own conflictions. What would she actually achieve with some brawn measuring trial that would cost yet more lives than the ones that had already been taken?

One part of her wanted to accept the challenge, get rid of the target so she could prove her own strength to herself, and maybe even acquire the power to take down those sorry excuses of governors at last. However, another, yet dormant portion of her mind did not feel so much at ease jumping into an all-out war with so few resources and intel. And besides, she was still afraid. She feared that by erasing that single, one of a kind irregularity in her own life, she would be unwittingly preventing any other from occurring ever again. She was sure it was just foolish superstition on her part, but she couldn’t help it.

The girl in the hood would never admit it to herself, but a tiny, minuscule part of her still wished for the chase to go on a little while longer. Truly, she did not know what she would do once that flickering spot of chaos was gone again, replaced with pure, uncorrupted dullness.

The dullness of order.

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