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The room is too white, too bright and downright unwelcoming. Sterile, is the only word that could be used to describe the horrid room. Kyle didn’t want to be here, but he knew he had to be here. His eyes moved to the figure that was sitting across from him at the small round, metal table. It was Tweek Tweak. The blond man kept his glaze down towards the table. Every couple of seconds he’d squeeze his right wrist with his left hand, it was almost robotic. Oddly enough, pushing that small detail to the side Tweek looked calm, which wasn’t the usual trait that he had. Kyle coughed into his fist hoping that it would help him ease into a conversation.
“I hear that your time here is almost up, well possibly.” Kyle’s eyes moved around the room taking in the prison visiting cell that the pair sat in. “I know that the only way you’ll be able to leave this place is with a company…have you looked into any of them?” Tweek squeezed his wrist a little tighter and held it for a little longer. His fingertips quickly began to turn a deep redish purple color the longer he held on. Kyle sighed as he sat back into the hard metal chair, the edges of the chair dug uncomfortably into his back. “I expected as much.” Tweek released his wrist letting the blood flow back into his fingers. “I talked to my boss, and my company about requesting you.”
Now that made Tweek’s head snap up in shock. His green eyes were wide and confused. His mouth parted as if he wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out. “I need another weapon, so I asked them about you. They were hesitant at first, but I think the odds are in your favor. If they agree to request the prison director for you, will you come work with me? I’d be your handler of course.”
“You want me?” Tweek’s voice was soft and watery. Kyle watched as tears welled up in Tweek’s eyes. The blond man used the palm of hands to push away the hot tears.
“of course, why wouldn’t I? You’re a dear friend.”
“Even after what I did…” Kyle was silent for a couple seconds. He wanted to reach over and pat Tweek to provide some comfort, but he feared that Tweek would bolt at the sudden touch. Instead, his fingers dug into his heavy-weight jeans. He tried his best to send Tweek a soft, supporting smile.
“Yes.” Kyle took a deep breath before continuing, “you’re my friend. You’ll always be my friend. You’d never hurt me.”
For a split-second Kyle was back there. In the pale moonlight Tweek was sobbing, begging Kyle to not look so frightened. That he’d never hurt him like he did to them. Still Kyle was scared, because how could he not? Underneath the full moon, Tweek was covered in his parents’ blood. And Kyle was petrified.
Tweek nodded rapidly, “I’d say yes. Anything to get me out of here.” Before Kyle could continue the conversation, his phone began to ring loudly. He flushed as he quickly apologized, “it’s my boss.” Kyle stood up and walked off to the side of the room.
“Are you sure you want this one?” His boss asked cautiously.
“I want this weapon.”
“Have you read what he did?” Kyle wanted to counter with the fact that he was a witness to the aftermath of Tweek’s crime.
Instead, he took a deep breath preparing to give an award-winning response, “I think he deserves a second chance to redeem himself. I mean that’s what The Good Company is for, right? For redemption.” His boss let out an intrigued chuckle.
“I suppose you can see it that way…”
The conversation flowed until it ended with his boss agreeing to ask the committee to talk to the prison director. The prison director would not disagree with The Good Company’s request. They were after all the government’s closest hitman company. The government would request the company to make certain people disappear, and without question handlers and their weapons would fulfil that request. Tweek would become Kye’s newest weapon.
Kyle was practically skipping back to Tweek. The metal chair screeched harshly against the concrete floor as he pulled it out, but he could care less. “Good news that was my boss. You’re in! just like I said you’d be.” He nodded happily, “Welcome to The Good Company.”
“Really?” Tweek questioned softly, as if he didn’t believe the news. “You’re not joking with me, right? Please don’t be joking.” He begged. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle disappointment.
“I’m not kidding. My boss agreed to request you. The directors won’t say no. Hopefully in a week you’ll be coming with me, and you’ll be out of this miserable place.” He motioned to the room. “Five years if way too much time to be shut in here. They should have let you out sooner. I’ll make sure you have a comfy bed for when you're released into the company’s charge”
Tweek grinned for the first time, “I’d like that…a lot.”
“I’ll make it happen. Though there is one catch to this.” Tweek’s grin slipped in an instant, of course there was a catch. Nothing good ever happened to happen without a catch. His life was never that simple. Again, like a robot his left hand went to squeeze his right wrist. Clench, unclench, clench he did it over and over again waiting for Kyle to continue. “Six years.”
Tweek frowned, he didn’t understand what that meant.
Kyle began to pull apart a piece of paper letting it fall onto the cold metal table. “Let me explain, usually when handlers make contracts with weapons it's never for a long time. At most three years, that’s what the government requires before the weapon can go back into everyday society. Even, how do I put it? Dangerous prisoners like you, the most I’ve seen is four years. After those four years the weapon is allowed to leave with a clean record.”
“And I get a six-year contract.”
Kyle winced, “afraid so.”
“It’s because of what I did.” He squeezes his wrist even tighter, enough to send a prickly feeling through his right hand. Even if it felt painful it also sent a fuzzy sense of comfort through him.
“Yes, after the six years are done, you’ll be allowed to go back to society. Hey. Maybe you can even visit south-”
“Don’t make me go back there. I never want to step into that town ever again. Anything but that please.” Tweek glared at Kyle, enough that it sent a zap of fear down Kyle’s spine.
He raised his hands in defense, “you don’t have to go back if you don’t want to. I was just throwing a suggestion out.”
“In six years, I’ll be free?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Okay, I’ll join The Good Company. I was already in here for five whole years. What’s six more? Plus, I really want to leave this awful place.”
Kyle beams at him, “Good. Great! I’ll hopefully be back in a week’s time!” with that Kyle collects his belongings and gives Tweek a cheerful goodbye. For the first time in a while Tweek feels hopeful for a better future.