Chapter 2 - Does this make me look good?

NOTE:

Oddity (Noun): Magic or power possessed by 0.5% of the world's human population, making them rare and extremely valuable. (They work similarly to quirks in BNHA)

- Italics = thoughts the POV thinks for the story (character development?)

- I realized (parenthesis) can also be thoughts but it's like mix of author's thoughts and the character's thoughts. This is confusing. I guess it's more directed towards the audience than the characters in the story

- I will once again warn readers. I know nothing about corporations and how businesses work so I'm going to be making up shit and departments and you are going to go along with it even if it makes no sense

Previously:

Baldy—an unoriginal but succinct name for the man—abruptly stood up in shock and went into a defensive stance behind his desk. In one of his hands, he had brought up a gun, but not just any gun: it was an Oddity gun. Well, at least he wasn't stupid enough to not figure out that I possess an Oddity.

"Hey, hey, now, no need to be so hostile. I'm just here to talk." Well, for now anyway.

I plastered on a smirk in an attempt to give him false reassurance as well as to subtly notify him that he was in trouble and I was about to fuck him over.

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POV ????

Shaking the gun forward, Fatso (wow, I'm getting better at naming people) yelled with murderous intent.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE? WHAT THE SHIT IS YOUR POWER?"

With a tired sigh, I responded back.

"You already know I'm not going to be revealing my identity, and getting into the building is the easiest shit I've done after learning to master my power. As for what that is... Actually, I feel like it isn't important or necessary. Quite irrelevant really."

Fatso then surprised me with an oddly confident smirk appearing on his face. He further surprised me by giving me an overly confident reply.

"You know, you're revealing your identity by showing up here without a mask of some sort in the first place. You're clearly bad at your job. I can just search you up right now and get you arrested on the spot. "

I gave him a blank face, displaying no emotion whatsoever. I really thought he had gained some braincells when he got the gun. I'm quite disappointed. Continuing to stare at him, I straightened up a bit and simply stated:

"Did you really bloody think I would voluntarily walk around the Central Business District with neon pink hair?"—I paused to point at the crown of my head to target said hair for dramatic effect—"and did you really think I came with my own face on? This is a silicone mask friend of some random face. I'll let you know that I am actually very good at my job, thank you very much. So good that you couldn't figure out that this face was fake."

To prove my point, I distorted and misconstrued the face to the extent that would be impossible for a human who had their own face displayed. With my largest and fakest smile, I finished:

"So, do you like my not-my-face face? I personally like the touch of scars running down my cheeks and forehead. I even appreciate the excess set of freckles bombarding the entire canvas. What about you?"

He looked flabbergasted at this point and stuttered out a feeble, incomprehensible answer. In the silence that followed his response, he went into super-aggressive mode and leaped over his desk to appear in front of me, pointing the shooter directly towards my forehead. Wow, for a seemingly overweight guy, he is quite light on his feet. Something tells me he may have used his Oddity to help himself with that though.

"I don't give a shit about your face," he retorted, to which I thought: wait, but you just made the comment on my face though. He continued: "I asked 'who the fuck are you' and since your response wasn't adequate, you now have a chance to tell me why I shouldn't call the cops on you. You're breaking and entering, among other things." He proceeded to give another (creepy) confident smirk and added to his previous statement: "But I should warn you. The CEO of MegCorp, my boss, has already been called for. He'll be here in about 10 minutes, and after that, you're practically gone."

Is he bluffing? He doesn't look like he's bluffing. When and how did he call for the CEO? Considering how he said it would only be 10 minutes till he arrived, that would mean he had no way of notifying the CEO of what was currently happening or else he'd be here by now. Typical button under the table maybe? That would explain why the boss is taking his time to come here. Shit, if he's here, it's going to make this task a lot harder. I mean I could just—

"You know, your time's running out to explain. Got scared or something?"

He threw me out of my internal mumbling and gave that stupid smirk again. Does he think he looks hot like that or something?

I rolled my eyes and in a casual tone, simply said what needed to be said.

"I don't like repeating myself. Who I am or what I do is not important. If you want to know how I took your phone, I simply created a black portal in the palm of your hands and let it pass through to the portal located to my hand. No, my power is not portals, do not think I just told you my power. Also, pointing a gun at someone is quite rude, you know." I'm getting off track and time is running out.

With a single glance to the surrounding buildings behind him, I quickly allowed dark tendrils to overtake my left arm until all of it was pitch black and without a warning, I took the gun from his hand in my head and crushed it. The previous owner of the gun looked taken aback and quickly jumped away from me, resorting to floating in the air by the wall of clear glass.

"Wh-what?! Who... How on ear—"

It was quite amusing seeing him being on the defensive end again, all flustered and confused, but I decided to cut him off because I didn't have the time for this. Had shit to do, stuff to achieve like getting rid of you once and for all.

"I am not the important figure in the room. You are. Your name is Borris Tori, aged 42, divorced with two kids. Both kids are spoilt little shits and leech of daddy's money without any consequences as long as they keep up a reputable image. I know more: you also possess an Oddity, like me and the other very special humans on Earth, and that said oddity is the ability to change the weight of anything inside your body. You can change the weight of other inanimate objects but they're non-strenuous objects, mainly because you're weak and suck at using your power."

I saw him open his mouth to retort something stupid but I continued before anything was said.

"In addition, you play an important role in this huge company. You are the head of the finance/accounting/money management/finance corporate (A/N look I don't what it's called ok. They just deal with money and manage the company's income and loss. Look after that shit you know) and the human head of this very company trusts you with his life... well, maybe not life. You could say money though, and that's very important when preventing financial bankruptcy. So, in a sense, he trusts you with his life."

At this point, Borris was frozen up in the air—Wait, he can do that? He doesn't just fall from doing that after some time? That's kind of cool, not going to lie—so I decided to take a step forward towards him. It didn't really get him out his trance though. I decided to go on with my TedTalk.

"But that's not why I'm here tonight. Considering how much I already know about you, you're probably freaking out and thinking, surely, I can't know about that. Unfortunately for you," I gave him the biggest smile, "I do know about that, and that's why I'm here. Hey, what do you know, I am answering your questions. I'm here to basically either beat the shit out of you or anonymously hand you over to the oh-so-pure justice system for money laundering as well as stealing money from this company during your reign. You also stole money from other places that you don't own. God knows how. You're a boomer so you probably hired some tech guy."

Borris' shoulders noticeably slumped in despair. Is he admitting defeat? Why isn't he fighting back anymore?

"You probably thought you were subtle about the robbing of this company's bling bling and ching ching but I noticed, and my friend did as well." I took a step forward. "To be honest, it is not part of my usual business, but your kids piss me off and your pretentious attitude pisses me off further, but the main reason I'm here is because you stole money from an orphanage and a homeless shelter." Another step. "Why? Fuck if I know." Step. "Not like they had a lot of money. Both companies are out of business because of it and that really sucks." I raised myself up using  my newly formed wings (well, wing because it's just the one) till I was eye-level with my target and about three inches away from him. "In addition, you and your men decided to kidnap a couple of the homeless kids and women to force them into labour at your quote on legal quote hostess club. But we all know that that's not all that happens there. In conclusion, you fucked over a lot of innocent people."

I gave him a dark look along with the last statement which could be perceived as near murderous. Actually, it WAS murderous.

"So, I'm here tonight to ask you a very important question before I kill you. Why'd you target those two places and more importantly, why did you think that the idea of rape and non-consensual sex is acceptable? Oh, Borris..."

I threw in a low-key psychotic smile (A/N An idiot told me it's Tokyo Ghoul Chic). I hope you feel fear and I hope that fear overwhelms you. After all... you deserve it.

"... say your prayers".

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The psychotic smile vibe i was going for (without the blood):

look. the protag is gonna be at least a little scary. i have thing for them ok