The Crime and The Janitor:

Part 2

The man offers her a hand with a large grin on his face.

Elaine pushes his hand away and gets up by herself.

“No thanks, I can pick myself up.”

The janitor gives a sly whistle and a chuckle,

“Wow, I can see you’re the tough type. Pretty face but no womanly charm at all. I wonder if you’re like this with every guy you meet.”

Elaine looked at the man in disbelief.

Rose looks at Elaine in worry and could only say.

“Uh oh.”

Elaine responds angrily,

“What are you trying to say asshole?”

The man laughs,

“I am so sorry, please forgive me. I was just trying to make conversation with a marvelous beauty.”

“Well, you failed. And don't call me beauty, I have a name.”

“Oh, do you now? May I have the name of the person whom I've troubled?”

“Sorry but I don't give my name to every creep I see.”

The man chuckles,

“Well, that's a shame, guess I'll be going now.”

The tall man turns his back on Elaine and proceeds to walk away. As the man walks away Elaine stares at him with the look of anger but as she continues observing his receding figure her expression changes to one of curiosity then to confusion then lastly her expression changes to slight panic as she runs and grabs the man's shoulder.

“Wait!”

“Yes?”

Elaine flinches back as the tall man quickly turns around to face her leaving little room between the two. As this was going on rose saw as elaine's demeanor changed from confident and haughty to confused and weary as the tall man towered over her

“Uh I was just wondering have I seen you somewhere before?

You look really familiar, what's your name?”

The man grins and gives an elated expression before speaking.

“Well hold on for a second there. I thought when meeting people both parties introduced themselves and the one who starts the introduction introduces themselves first.

Elaine gives the janitor a sheepish look.

So how about this. You give me your name and I'll give you mine.

Rose looks at how the man gets close to elaine and how elaine is staring at him as if in a trance.

Does that sound fair to you, miss, what was your name again?”

Elaine hesitates then suddenly.

Rose jumps in.

“Her name is Elaine, Elaine Fayola and I'm Rosemary. My friends call me Rose. Excuse her grumpiness, she got attacked by a group of chihuahuas this morning.”

“I- what?”

Rose covers Elaine's mouth,

“So, you are?”

“Who, me? I'm not anyone special.

I'm just your average friendly hallway janitor.”

Roses eyes go wide with confusion and surprise.

“Oh ok…wait what?”

Elaine takes Rose's hand off her mouth.

“Did you just say that you're a janitor?”

“I did.”

Elaine looks him up and down condescendingly before speaking.

That explains a lot. especially that hideous

Before Elaine could say anything else rose covered her mouth back up.

“Wait, how old are you?”

the man starts speaking with a British dialect while he salutes the girls.

“I am proud to say that I'm two decades and five years young. I have the strength of an ox, the heart of a lion and the vigor of a buck.”

The girls look at him dumbfounded from his theatrics. Rose drops her look of confusion and gives the man a sheepish smile.

Right… ok so you twenty-five that's actually amazing I'm twenty-four and elaine is twenty-three, twenty-four in a few months maybe we should.

Before rose could finish her sentence elaine uncovers her mouth with roses hand

Never mind all that back to topic why the hell are you a janitor….and what's your damn name?

The man puts the back of his hand on his forehead and looks away bashfully.

“Oh, I'm too embarrassed to tell.

He looks back at them with a goofy smile.

Oh, I'll tell it anyway.

So long, long ago when I was a boy, my mother caught radiation poisoning and then-.”

Elaine stops him by putting a hand over his mouth.

“Just stop with the theatrics we get, or I think I get it, you don't have to tell your circumstances.”

“Aww but I wanted to tell you about grandmama.”

“I don't care about grandmama.”

"What i do care about is your name give it janitor boy".

The janitor sports a surprised happy face.

"We're giving nicknames now I feel so happy".

His expression then changes to a wicked smile as he leans into elaine's ear.

"But my sweet elaine we all know what you want to know is not a common name, or these silly explosions and murders,"

Elaine perks up after hearing murders.

"What are you going on about now i just want to know your name".

"No what you seek is something more, something that haunts you, something that keeps you up at night, something that takes away your days, your nights, and ultimately takes away those that you hold dear".

The janitor laughs and then looks her in the eyes.

"My sweet elaine how long are you going to hide your past from little ol Rosie".

Elaine expression changes to one of shock and horror

"How do you know?"

The janitor puts his index finger in elaine's face and shakes it signaling to be quiet.

"Ah, ah, ah we wouldn't want lil Rosie to hear or worse."

The janitor makes a sickening wide grin with crazed eyes as he leans in so close that he and elaine's noses are touching.

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"We wouldn't want Rosie’s head to ring around and fall, fall down".

Hearing the janitor's sentence in the blink of an eye elaine pushed the janitor off of her as she looks at him in horror and disgust.

I don't know who the hell you are or how you know certain things about me.

But what i do know is that if you don't get the fuck away from me and my friend i will shove my foot up your ass so far everyone in this hallway is going to have to go to therapy for the rest of their lives

The two grow silent as they stare at each other. The janitor then breaks the silence with a chuckle.

“Very well then, I will take my leave. Oh, but before I go let me give you a piece of advice that will be useful to you. If you want misfortune to stop befalling you and your friend and future loved ones, I suggest you get rid of that seal you got. It will take the target off you back for good.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

The janitor distances himself from Elaine and then looks at the window then back to Elaine.

The janitor starts chuckling, and then goes into a full out mad laugh,

“Well, well. Look at the time, it seems I have to head out now. Halls need sweeping and urinals cleaning.”

The janitor rushes off down the hall leaving the confused group of girls.

Elaine speaks up,

“Who the hell is that guy?”

Rose steps in front of Elaine,

“What's up with you?”

“What do you mean what's up with me?”

“What was that just now? You looked like deer in headlights when the guy showed up then got tongue twisted. Then you two just whisper into each other's ears, and then you yell at him like you're going to kick his ass.”

Elaine sighs,

“And what's your point Rose? You're starting to ramble again.”

“It's just…I'm just. like... I mean who was that? And what's going on between you two?”

“What do you mean what's going on? I just met the guy!”

“So do you like him, or does he like you?”

“God dammit Rose. For heaven's sake, no we don't like each other. Why does everything have to come to dating, especially when guys are around?”

“Sorry, sorry, jeez. But in my defense,

"I've never seen you interact with a guy..or really anyone like that besides me. You hardly say a full sentence to people".

"So, forgive me if I find that interaction more than just a casual conversation."

Anyways, what was that just now?”

“I…I don't know. He just seemed really familiar, almost like I…never mind, let's just go to class.”

Elaine and the girls go to their respective classes,

forgetting about the crazy janitor and his crazy antiques.

Meanwhile at the explosion site, several cops and detectives are investigating the mystery.

A sheriff car pulls up next to a squad of regular police cars.

and the sheriff steps out.

A deputy comes up next to him.

“Good morning sheriff.”

“The hell you mean good morning, does this look like a good morning to you?”

“Uh... yeah, sorry sheriff.”

“Whatever, so what's the hubbub? Y'all interrupted me from

my morning coffee and donuts.”

“Well, it seems we've made a rather disturbing discovery.”

The sheriff sighs,

“Now what did you y’all find?”

“Uh well…. I think it's better if you see for yourself.”

“Alright, lead the way.”

The sheriff and his deputy walk through the demolished construction site.

“So can you give me an idea of how bad it is before we get there, so I don't get pissed more than I already am?”

“Umm... well sir.”

“Jesus Christ man, it can't be that bad especially from what's happened these past months already.

I got a goddamn serial killer on the loose

with a body count in the hundreds.

We’re finding mutilated bodies left and right.

Riots are breaking out all over town.

People are trying to sue the department.

And now this goddamn crime scene here with the use of an explosive.

Damn, maybe I should have listened to my mother and went to law school.

cause they ain't paying me enough for this shit.”

They reach a covered hole.

“Anyways like I was saying, it can't get worse than-”

The deputy uncovers the manhole.

“Holy fuck what is that smell!?

It smells like a rotten can of tuna.

And we’re heading down here?”

The sheriff gives a weird look.

“This is a tunnel. The evidence is at the end. It is only a hundred feet long.”

The sheriff heads down with the deputy and they walk till they stop in front of

a graveyard of bones and bodies. They see an unusual looking mass near the middle of the graveyard.

“Deputy.”

“Yes sheriff?”

“What the fuck am I looking at right now?”

“Multiple dead bodies sir.”

“Well, no shit deputy but I ain’t talking bout that.

I'm talking about that.”

The sheriff points at the mass.

“We've investigated it, but we don't know what it is.

When we were investigating the bodies from the explosion, we stumbled upon this place. We’ve sent a sample to the lab but we're still waiting on the results.

Some of the detectives had a few ideas as to what it is.”

“And those ideas, deputy?”

“Well sir…. they believe it's a cocoon.”

The sheriff breaks out in laughter.

“Yeah, I'm going back to my coffee and donuts.”

“Wait sir.”

“Ain't no wait sir. The guys at the lab can figure this shit out because I ain't Velma.”

The sheriff and his deputy walked down the tunnel and were near the ladder.

Suddenly, the deputy started screaming behind the sheriff.

The sheriff looks behind him and sees a headless deputy.

“What the fuck deputy? Oh no.”

The sheriff starts hearing weird groans and growls. He draws his gun and flashlight and looks around to see what's going on. It felt like hours had passed but then he saw the figure of what looked like a man.

“Stop right there or I’ll fucking shoot.”

The man stops.

“Now turn your ass around.”

The man turned around drenched in a dark liquid that looked like blood.

“You son of a bitch.”

“Hey, hey, hey, no need to be hostile.”

“Shut your fucking mouth before I put a bullet in you.”

“Oh, it seems like you're not listening, oh well then.”

The man's eyes glowed green.

“What the fuck?

Hey, what the fuck are you?”

The sheriff hears a commotion and then explosions outside.

“What the hell?”

“Bye, bye.”

“What- hey!”

The man disappears and the sheriff goes up the ladder to check the situation.

What he saw blew his mind as cars were floating around in the air, crashing into each other. Construction beams falling down like rain as thunder came down striking the construction beams. The chief looks at everyone panicking and running for their lives.

just as he was headed his way into the center of the chaos.

The commotion stopped and he with everyone else looked around and saw that all the chaos that was going on stopped and looked as if it never happened.

The cars weren't floating and crashing into each other they were on the ground ad intact, there was no lightning striking construction beams. The sky was clear and sunny and besides the damage from the previous night the steel beam tower was intact.

Witnessing this mind-boggling situation, the only thing the chief was able to say was.

Sweet motherfucking Jesus…. what the hell is going on?

Everyone got together and talked about what they witnessed. An hour passed and they saw multiple black vehicles pulling into the construction site and mysterious black suit people coming out of the cars.

They walked up to the sheriff.

“Are you the sheriff of this jurisdiction?”

“I am.”

“We have come to take over the situation. But we want you to not talk about this with anyone else, no statements, no more press conferences or anything especially about the thing you saw down there.”

“Wait what?”

“In three days, we will contact you and others. Bring you in for a bit of questioning about anything we will miss in our investigation as of today and lastly give you a great compensation.”

Compensation?

“That's all sir.”

Wait but what about!

That is all sir, any questions you have can be answered in the following days. Now you can get in your car, and I can get to my investigation.

As the man in black said this he turns away from the chief and walks off leaving him confused and only able to say

“What in the sweet motherfuckin Jesus is going on here!?”