“Are we airing, yet?” From behind the desk of her presidential office, Ada questioned as she looked at the camera.
“Going live in 3…2…1…” Whispering from behind the camera, an agent of the camera crew replied.
“Good morning, America. I hope all you beautiful citizens are having a wonderful day thus far,” From a sudden shift of a scowl to a pure hearted smile, Ada spoke when the cue was given. “After all, the main focus of my efforts is the utmost wellbeing of all you precious citizens.”
Just as fast as the news of the nightclub incident, the live broadcast of the president had spread like wildfire. Its views surged upwards on all forms of social media as civilians tuned in on the broadcast.
“Although my dear civilians should experience nothing less than wonderful days, we saw a little…hiccup, yesterday. I’m sure you all aren’t strangers to the news of the nightclub incident, and I can imagine its nature being rather shocking to hear about now,” Ada continued. “Believe me…I understand your pain. To think a wretched S-Class criminal who unfortunately escaped my grasp, could once again remind everyone of the terror we felt earlier this year…even if it’s only slightly.”
Like the good actor she is, Ada painted a look of distress and frustration as she furrowed her eyebrows and dripped anger from the tone of her voice.
“Being informed of the incident truly hurt my heart. Knowing I could have spared my people from such a fright if I had eliminated him brought me great sadness and guilt,” Ada continued as she placed her head in her arms in sadness. “What’s worse, the survivors and Chiefs of that damned Blueblood organization seem to be in a collusion with Zack Isaac. As your president and savior, I feel as though I could have done…much more…”
Just implying that I’m in the wrong…makes me want to vomit.
“But I want you all to know…I hear all your cries, all your weeps, all the fear you project! I hear all of it, and I promise that I will not rest until the criminals responsible are removed from this world!” In a sudden burst of emotion, Ada raised her voice. In her ‘empathetic rage,’ she paused for a few moments. “Well…despite everything that took place today, there’s at least a slight bit of luck that came out of the incident.”
With her words, the pictures of the two men who Zack murdered in the nightclub was put on display on the screens of the countless live viewers to see.
“These are the victims of Zack Isaac’s senseless attack, Geoffrey Hoffman and Steve Richards. These two may have been the only casualties, but according to intel, they were drug manufacturers and murderers,” Ada continued. “Who knows what they were up to, whether it was simply to have a drink or to engage in illegal business with the Bluebloods…and for them to be there at the same time surely cannot be a coincidence. Whether or not their little exchange ended in a horrible disagreement or simply just the feral Zack madly killing them, the death of criminals is far better than the death of my people, don’t you think?”
Just as she had predicted, the feedback from social media has overwhelmingly been positive. Not only were they moved by Ada’s ‘genuine regret,’ many comments had quickly trivialized the gravity of the incident with the reveal of their connections to illegal activities.
“I promise…this terrible year for our country will come to an end, and it will not be long,” Ada repeated as she balled her hand into a fist and placed it on her chest. “I will return the true freedom you all deserve. Thank you for having me as your president…I love you, America."
As she waved goodbye at the camera, the broadcast had come to an end.
With this, I’ll have cemented the faith all my pets have for me. I’m the god they need after all. Ada pondered as she leaned back in her chair, visibly content with herself. But…I can’t believe I had to say some of the things I said. I can’t wait to find those dear criminals.
- * * *
Speaking of the key criminal, he found himself roaming a quiet neighbourhood after his suspension from the Bluebloods. Stumbling around like a zombie, the frustrated Zack had surreptitiously surveyed the homes around him.
Shit…my head just won’t stop pounding. It feels like my head is spinning and I can’t freaking concentrate. Zack thought as he walked around. I can’t even seem to sit still without feeling agitated and irritated. It must be the cocaine addiction that’s developing in me like what Rose warned about.
He walked for several minutes, with the addiction gnawing at him like a chip on his shoulder, until he finally stumbled on a rather attractive sight.
A mansion which sprawled into view atop the hill he trekked, its presence sticking out in the community like a sore thumb. Not only was the size of the house rather pleasing to the criminal, but the marble pathways that led to the entrance and the modestly sized pool in the yard cemented his attention.
“W-Wow…that’s a pretty big house,” Zack muttered. “It’s got a pool and everything…I wonder if they have money.”
Like a man on a mission, Zack jogged down the hill and made his way to the luxurious home. The tall gates which surrounded the mansion and acted as its safety was nothing more than an inconvenience, as he cleared the entire obstruction with a casual leap.
Crap…I just leaped over and entered without a plan. What can I do when I feel like friggin shit though… Zack pondered as he landed in bushes. Whatever…I’m here so there’s no helping it.
Invading in the home gave Zack a closer view of the entire area. Empty champagne glasses glistered along with the pool under the sun’s glare. Outdoor chairs were knocked over, and Zack could hear music softly thumping through the walls of the interior.
“It looks like…a party went on here,” Zack deduced. “I can hear music…”
With no hesitation, Zack had leaped out the bushes and made his way to the doors leading to the inside. Sliding the transparent doors open, Zack was greeted to bodies sprawled across the sofas and couches of the living room. Despite the intensity of the music had increased after entering, the room was rather quiet as its occupants wrapped in the oblivion of sleep.
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Even in its dead silence, the house still radiated wealth with the sleek, modern furniture and expensive paintings on the walls. Though that was a good sign for Zack, the strong scent of alcohol and drugs which lingered in the air triggered his curiosity.
“A-Ahahah…I know that scent anywhere. I wish…I was invited to this party,” Zack muttered as he looked around. “L-Let’s see what I can find.”
Like a racoon in a trash, Zack had maneuvered around the sleeping members laying on the ground and began rummaging around the living room. The loud crashing of items and furniture being knocked over from Zack’s rummaging was rendered insignificant to the ears of the drugged up occupants.
“Need a bag, need a bag,” With his successful scavenging for paraphernalia, namely stacks of cash, bottles of liquor, and dust as white as snow in plastic bags, Zack had received what he was desperate for. “I can just take one of these guys’s bags.”
Like a person leaving their meal near the reach of their dog, there was only so much restraint Zack could handle to focus on being rational as his eyes glanced at the cocaine packets.
“...These guys are all asleep…taking a bit won’t hurt to take a whiff, right?” Zack pondered as he fixed his gaze on the illegal substance. “I’ll finally get to calm down for a bit.”
Like a rabid dog, Zack grabbed and tore open one of the bags and splashed the snow all over his mouth and nose. Despite his strained sniffing and his excessive coughing, Zack had ended with a calm and collected demeanor, even letting out a sigh of relief.
“Ah…I feel friggin 'better!” Zack yelled. “It’s like all the bad shit in my mind is washing away! That’s the shit I was missing–”
“What the hell is all that damned ruckus,” It seems as though Zack wasn’t as lucky as he seemed, as the loud noise he created had reached the ears of another room, and a rather husky man entered while Zack drowned in his ecstasy. “My head is killing me from the hangover so I’d appreciate it if– huh, who the hell are you!?”
“Huh?” Zack sounded as the man wasted no time and brandished a handgun from his side. “Wait, hold on a second.”
“You’re not on the list! Get the hell out of my house!” The man yelled with pure aggression as he aimed at Zack.
“Tsk, that’s what I’m going to do,” Zack responded. “Just calm the hell down–”
“Wait, isn’t that my friggin 'drugs and cash at your feet!?” The man interjected as his eyes wandered to the items Zack amassed. “Did you break into my damn house to steal from me!? Do you know how expensive that shit is!?”
“Before you get angry and do something you’re going to regret with that gun, I suggest you calm the hell down,” Zack said as he slightly raised his voice. “Just let me get outta here, man.”
“Urgh, why is it…so loud?” With the yelling happening in the room, several sleeping occupants were finally roused to consciousness, looking around what’s happening. “H-Huh? Why do you have a gun out?”
Tsk, this was supposed to be a quick grab and go. Zack pondered.
“Wait, aren’t you that damn S-Class criminal!?” The man noticed, much to Zack’s annoyance. “Zack Isaac, right!?”
“Z-Zack!? I-it is him!” The occupants were fully yanked awake with the realization of the criminal standing in the house with them. “S-Shoot him!”
“H-Hey, I’m not trying to hurt anyone here!” Zack yelled as he looked around in annoyance. “All I just want is–”
BANG!
Refusing to hear the criminal any further, the man fired a bullet directly into Zack’s dome. Upon hitting his forehead, the bullet fragmented and fell dead to the ground. The man only succeeded in pissing off the criminal as veins pulsated on Zack’s face.
“W-What the…” Both the man and the occupants watched in disbelief as Zack didn’t even flinch despite being shot in the head.
“You guys…aren’t very damn nice, huh!?” Zack angrily yelled as his gloves slowly emitted an orange glow.
BOOM!
An large and deafening explosion tore through the walls of the mansion and spread tremors across the neighbourhood. Out of the gaping hole of the mansion walls which the explosion created, Zack frantically ran out.
He had possessed a bag with the items he collected.
“Shit…shit…gotta get outta here,” Zack said as he never looked back, despite the pain-filled screams behind him. “I lost my cool…shit.”
- * * *
It was far calmer on Lilith’s side, as she continued her breath training with the NPC. She laid strikes into the NPC’s palms after inhaling to stir energy within her body.
“Cough…ugh,” Lilith coughed as she staggered. “T-This is too hard…Are you sure this is the right way?”
“C’mon, Lilith…you’ve got a grasp of the basics. You just need to fuel your muscles with that energy,” The NPC responded. “Don’t tell me you are losing courage.”
“Sigh, I’ve been trying this for nearly an hour,” Lilith responded with clear frustration in her tone. “But I either exhale too early or too late and I become a mess.”
“Hmph, is that all there is to your desire to become someone who could protect Nathan?” The NPC questioned, raising confusion in Lilith. “If it is…then maybe you should stop here after all.”
“...I never said anything about stopping,” With a cold, concentrated look, Lilith responded. “Let me try again.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” The NPC replied as he put up his palms once more. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Lilith clenched her fist and closed her eyes with a solemn expression. The only thing that rushed through her mind as she inhaled, was Nathan.
BAM…HISS!
With a deafening bang and a crisp snap of air sounding akin to a powerful firecracker or missile, Lilith had unleashed a powerful jab onto the NPC’s palm.
“W-What the…?” Lilith muttered with confusion as she gazed at visible steam rushing from his fist. “That felt…so strong!”
“Heh, now you’re getting it.”
- * * *
Having finished her speech, Ada had fed her ego with the overwhelmingly positive responses she received as she rested. Kicking her legs on the couch in her room and finding the most comfortable position she could, she happily scrolled on her phone and read the numerous comments glazing her.
“Fufu, “Ada Foster, the most empathetic president the US has ever had.” “It’s not your fault those criminals are such cockroaches, you’ve already done so much.” fufu,” Ada giggled as she scrolled through and audibly read comments under her recent broadcast. “Ooh, I like this one…”Ada Foster, greatest president of all time!” Ah…I’m glad these sheep know how to worship their goddess.”
KNOCK, KNOCK!
Ada’s happiness was immediately interrupted by the loud knocking on her doors. She turned her head to the direction of the noise with scrunched eyebrows of annoyance.
“...Come in,” Ada answered. “This better be important…”
Entering into Ada’s domain was a black suited female.
“Yes?” Ada questioned. “I was kind of in the middle of something important, I’ll have you know.”
“I’m so sorry, Ms. President, but it was just so urgent I couldn’t wait,” The suited woman replied.
“Fine. What’s wrong?”
“Well, there was a terrible incident earlier today,” The woman replied. “A mansion was attacked, which resulted in several deaths.”
“Huh? That’s what you wanted to tell me?” Ada questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Look, as much as I hate to hear about any deaths from criminal activity, I can’t do much about that information. I’m the president…not law enforcement.”
“Well, the thing is…the attacker was an S-Class criminal,” The woman responded, causing Ada’s eyes to widen with surprise. “The perpetrator was Zack Isaac, I’m afraid.”
The room was filled with silence as Ada took a few seconds to ponder what she just heard. She had swallowed her bottomless pride and ego to do that speech, just to hear Zack commit another serious crime almost immediately after…that would definitely shock anyone in Ada’s shoes.
“...What the hell?” Ada questioned. “He did WHAT!?”