Bloody Breakthrough Pt.1- The Next Day

Collapsed over the bed is a slumped body, only awaking at the sudden disturbance from his alarm screeching into his ear. Suddenly he jolts up and out of the comfort of the bed, no longer peacefully passed out. Clumsily he tries to stand up despite still being quite groggy and his body aching. Legs shaking and quivering to the point that he ends up collapsing before finally getting back to his feet. Gaze is affixed to looking into a mirror and sees nothing but himself, looking more unruly than typical and decides to take up the task of clothing himself.

"5:00 AM? God how do I do this every day? I still have to get to work today, don't I?" Quickly he mutters to himself while still half asleep. Almost as if second nature his hand drifts to the side of neck with the tattoo of dice then cracks it, then he does the same for his finger, toes, spine, and everything until there is nothing left to crack. Almost like a final destination his hand grasps his throbbing skull as he realizes something. "Shit, not a dream."

"Morning sleepy head, what's on the agenda for today? Want to wipe out the rest of your colleagues today?" The all too familiar voice in his head asks?

"Hilarious, maybe you should tell more jokes instead of nagging me."

"Believe me, if you weren't essential to everything I would've been long gone by now. Also you should take care of your special room, it's starting to stink again."

"Weird, I didn't think you could smell but, yes I do need to freshen it up again." He retrieves a new outfit from his closet: a band t-shirt for the band Candlestick Finger, worn out blue jeans, mismatched socks, white sneakers, and a white lab coat. Running a comb through his hair to push his hair back, however he doesn't not bother to tie it up or anything. Making his way to the bathroom he practically has to drag his limbs along and force them to cooperate with him until he finally gets himself to the bathroom.

Never was his own face one of the things he particularly enjoyed looking at, sure he took pride in his appearance but there was just something about the sight of his own unnerved him yet the mirror still was necessary. After covering his face with foam he allows the razor to go across his chin and it leaves nothing but skin left. After finishing shaving he starts to brush his teeth while checking for notifications on his phone, nothing new… yet. Picking up the glasses left from last night he places them onto his shirt for now and goes to get some breakfast.

Fridge laid barren apart from a few eggs, a dash of milk, a… cabbage and a tub of butter as if the scene came from a cartoon, not surprising, he hasn't really gotten groceries in a while due to being busy. In the end he decided he'll just get brunch later, his coworkers are always talking about going out for brunch sometimes, maybe he'll go with them this time… oh yeah.

"Already forgot?" It calls once more.

"No, I can't forget it of course, I have enough respect for them to not forget them, just dread." Responds Dolion very quickly.

"Respect? Ha sure you do, what is more respectful then remembering number one all the way to number one hundred of your MURDER VICTIMS? I'm sure they were all real glad that when you punged a blade into them and preformed your fucked up research while they were concious that at least you would remember them. You truly are a benevolent force aren't you?"

"Then why don't you save them? Why don't you become their knight in shining armor? I'm sure they'd prefer that over you allowing me to continue killing, hell you even help me dispose of the evidence."

"You know well by now that I can't risk that."

"Then leave me alone, old friend."

"That again." At this point however Dolion was done listening to the voice, he's had enough of the nagging and has already set out to his job, this will be an interesting experience, who knows, the others might not notice the absence, damn, nothing's going right so far.

Getting into the car he plays some music to fill the void and spend time. This time the roads were fuller, which contrasting with last night only made the doctor feel… uneasy, almost as if what happened before was an omen. Besides that this car ride was much more mundane and less stressful than the previous, maybe it was because this time he actually obeyed traffic laws and wasn't soaked in blood and grime.

Finally time, as the doctor pulls up to work he starts to hesitate before reminding himself that this wouldn't be the first time he walks into work after practically just killing someone, but this time he killed someone they knew, it wasn't the same, how could it be the same? No matter, he removed all of the evidence, there's probably only going to be rumors of her fleeing off with some man, there's no way they would suspect that he did anything, much less kill her. Even if they did, who could stop him, he was too powerful for anyone so far.

Beth, probably his closest friend or at least the closest thing he has to a friend, calls out. "Hey Doli, where were you last night? We were all having a good time then we realized that you left, well then we noticed a few other people left quickly after, maybe because you're always the life of every party you're at. Oooooh, did you find someone worthy of the affection of the great Doctor Dolion?" A pause as they both stare at each other. "Ha, I jest of course, you probably got super hungover again, but did ya get home safe?"

"Uh yeah, why wouldn't I be safe? I mean not brag or anything but I think you're the only person who can beat me up." To this Beth flashes a big grin and flexes while holding her arm.

"Ya sure got that right, but it was just a bit weird, one of co-workers, you might've heard about her, lil' older than us, huge gossip and just overall unpleasant? She was following you around all night, hell she even disappeared around the time that you did, I was a little scared that she might attack you when you were drunk."

"Hey, look at me, I'm fine, it must have just been a massive coincidence because I don't remember seeing her at all, might be because I don't remember last night though, hey lets just head in."

"I hope you get a massive scolding from the boss, that'd be fun to watch, oooh maybe you'll even get demoted, hehehehe or become my INTERN." Beth is now madly cackling while striking a dramatic pose.

"Nooooooooooo, anything but your intern, oh how the fates are cruel and twisted, giving me such a horrible destiny, truly there could be nothing worse." Dolion now joins in, falling to his knees and grieving before something interrupts him.

"Do you really think you deserve this? You killed someone last night and are now acting like a clown with a friend. How do you think she'd look at you if she found everything out about you?" The voice once more intrudes upon his head.

"Shut up." A peep came out of his mouth and he started to sweat.

"Yo you okay? You don't look too hot? Still that hungover huh? I thought you had a higher tolerance for it then that, I thought that stuff was pretty weak though." Spoke the friend.

"Huh, oh yeah, it's all good. Yeah guess I'm not as tolerant as I thought, though I didn't beat you in the drinking contest that one time, though I am pretty hesitant to even call it a contest."

"Psh, ha you know I already had like, 10 drinks that night, we do a rematch and you're dead, ya know that, you don't to escape me."

"Sure, sure, let's just do some work." And just like that the duo entered the building.

The whole building was a mess of overlapping chatter, one of those days. Luckily since nobody is getting any work done today he wouldn't be expected to do so either.

Time passes quickly until 1:30 pm.

"Hey guys! We should order pizza." Calls out a co-worker. Many others murmur in agreement until the topic of toppings come up.

"Oh god, not again." The words escape Dolion in a defeated breath.

"They're already at each other's throats, huh?" Tacks on Beth. While the everyone else was in the middle of a quickly deescalating argument the once tidy work space looked like some sort of mock warzone. The two friends took this time while everyone was distracted to order some generic pizzas... and one with pineapples. Some more time passed and nothing of note happened except the pizza war settling down. Finally knocking at the door the pizza man arrived.

"Uh... Pizzas for one Mr. Dolion? Sorry I'm a bit new to this job." A scruffy haired man appeared in the door way when it was opened.

"Well more so for a party of people but yup that's me." While signing his name there's something peculiar about this pizza guy that catches his eye. "I'm sorry, could you possibly be one of the Gogo children? Logo, if I'm correct." This gets a response of mild discomfort for the person.

"Well, yup that's me. So is there anything else you need or are you satisfied?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, you've just always struck me as someone interesting. Well, even from such a prestigious family you stuck out."

"Well you seem really interesting yourself but I have more deliveries that require my attention, gotta go, sorry." Dolion quickly writes on a slip of paper his phone number and hands it over.

"If you ever need to talk I'll be here. I know how lonely a family can really be sometimes, sorry if I'm misjudging anything however."

"I'll think about it, bye." He quickly left at lightning quick speeds.

Time passed, boring. The tapping of Dolion's fingers against his desk helped ease himself little. The day seemed to stretch on with what happened last night weighing on his mind, until something broke his trance...

"Making a second friend or another target?" Questioned the ever-present voice in his head.

"Too high-profile of a person." Replied the agitated doctor.

"Wouldn't be the first time you broke one of your rules, second, but who's counting?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. We both know last night was a mistake. I'm going to punch the clock early, I can't be here right now."

"Coward, at least you should own up to your actions." Despite the belittling from the voice Dolion stayed true to his word, heading back to his house. It was unnerving how busy the streets were when he recalled how desolate they once were.

Crashing onto his sofa Dolion steals a glance at the door filled with his research. Though whatever willpower he once had was interrupted from a call on his phone. An unknown caller ID.

"Greetings, you have reached Dolion, state your buissness." Was how he answered the phone.

"Ah shit, an automatic response? Time to wait for the beep." A familiar voice came from the phone.

"...Logo? Also that's just how I answer unknown callers."

"Yup, that's me. I was thinking maybe we could meet up at, say the park?"

"Sounds good to me."

Great, now he had another thing to balance on top of everything else, good going. Why'd he even talk to the person?