"Why do I feel so annoyed"? "A young twenty-nine year old man sits in an office in one of the largest skyscrapers in Ravenwharf a city just outside New Boston, it was August 1, 2118 he sat amongst colleagues but for some odd reason, noone could hear what he had just said. "To hell with you all" he said aloud, one of his colleagues turned to him and asked: "Jared how do you feel about the merger with Saint Industries, you"ll be working closely with Derek Saint, right"? Jared, the man who was speaking and wondered why no one could hear him. Jared faces the window, sighs then says in a ironically happy tone: "Derek Saint and I are old friends, grew up together, thick as thieves him and I we decided on this merger ourselves, we thought both of our "technological genius" could put an end to a lot of hardship in our fair city". His colleagues all looked at each other. "We do however have something to tell you Jared" another spoke Jared then faced them. "We've all decided to go another route with ZimTech and as much as it pains us to do so, the boards decided.... your out Jared". After those words were uttered the whole room went silent, beads of sweat collected from Jared's blonde hair, and ran down his face. "What"? "You can't be serious"? Jared's words were lost to him. "Lester why, THIS IS MY COMPANY LESTER"! Jared screamed. "BUILT FROM THE GROUND I BUILT THIS, THIS IS MINE AND YOUR TAKING IT FROM ME"? The man known as Lester responds calmly "Calm down Jared, your already a very rich man, enjoy your life, we'll compensate you for everything, you will be taken care of the rest of your life". Jared gets annoyed: "Compensate"! Another one of his colleagues stands up to say something. "Garvey you better sit your ass down". Jared sneers at Garvey, then Garvey sits down, Lester speaks again: "Jared I'm trying to be nice, frankly the inventions that you authorized caused some casualties, we cannot have that under the company, bad publicity, Jared, Derek Saint agrees". Jared looks at Lester in shock: "What inventions Lester, I never authorized anything after that AI fiasco, which you funded by the way, created a freak that nearly killed everyone here at ZimTech"! Jared snapped, then Jared was handed a list to which brought horror to his eyes, dozens of inventions, machinations their failures, ones he never authorized to begin with. "BrainMatter was a fault of my own" Lester said. "I thought he'd be an asset to the company, but i was wrong, but these inventions Jared they were all yours". Jared was disgusted. "You think i would make these, look at this: "Exploding Remote Cars"? a toy for kids"? "I never would authorize this". Jared said outraged, security from the building came up behind him. "I'm sorry Jared you need help and unfortunately its either you leave on your own accord or we file an affidavit saying you are not fit to run this company". The security guard put his hand on Jared's shoulder. "You want to run this company, ever since Brainmatter, you authorized these heinous contraptions and now your trying to make me take the fall". Jared said, as the security guard began to drag him out. "I'm sorry it has to be this way Jared, i wish the best of luck to you". Lester calls to Jared as they drag him out of his own company and tosses him into the rainy day.
Jared unties his tie walking to his car, but for some reason it wouldn't start so Jared had to walk home in the pouring rain ruining a twenty-thousand dollar suit. He trudges up the stairs to his mansion in which he had been his childhood home. "Generations of Zimmer men grew in that house" His grandfather once told him, the day he brought his wife to live there. When he gets inside he sees that everything is packed up and a note on the counter that reads "Im sorry". Jared backs against the fridge sliding to the floor as he read the note. His wife had felt neglected by him saying he was never home and always working on something new, and since she could never see him to talk, she had left and taken Jared's daughter Christa as well, that they were staying in New Boston he began to cry. He got up punching the walls breaking the glass windows. He looked upon the table to find his wife's wedding ring losing it completely. He then grabbed a bottle of scotch that he was saving for him and his wife. Poured himself a glass and began to drink, one drink became two and two became four and before Jared knew it he was highly intoxicated. Going into his daughter's room looking at a picture of the family together. "We were so happy, what happened"? Jared said his words slurring as he took another sip of his drink. He then got up walking into the room he and his wife had shared since they were twenty. sitting on the bed finding another note. Jared could hardly believe his eyes: it was a note from another man, his wife's lover, claiming he wanted to take her and Christa away from Jared so they could be happy. Jared punched the wall breaking a hole in it, he then began to drink more and more eventually almost succumbing to alcohol poisoning. "Why"? He asks himself. "Why, why, why"? He cries, a voice responds. "Its always why, why, why Jared" the voice spoke in a sinister menacing way. "Noone cares what you've done for them, only that they had it from you" the voice says. Jared stands. "Hello" he says and his voice echoes through the mansion. "Jared, you need to do something about all this" the voice said echoing back to Jared. "They don't respect you, in one day your life went from amazing to a dumpster fire". the voice said taunting Jared. "You're right whoever you are so what do i do"? Jared asks. "Follow me we'll fix it" the voice says and everything goes black.
In the darkness of the night hours later lights are seen from a nearby club its still raining and pouring causing the night to become wet and stale. A figure in a red suit steps forward to the bouncers. "Name" one of them asks. "Jack, Jack Zazz and im here to party" the figure laughs. "Go ahead" the bouncer gestures him inside. Jack's face isn't shown as he makes his way past women and men dancing on a hot dance floor, each one sweating from the intense movement, Jack pushes his way past the crowd moving toward the V.I.P section, several dons from various families were sitting there watching the crowd, smoking their cigars and talking business. Eddie Falcone was the biggest crime boss among them, he stood six-foot six and was a portly gentlemen, he was the first one to notice Jack. "Can i help you"? Eddie said, the others drew their guns. "Whoa, Whoa Whoa boys whats with the hostility". Jack laughs and he sits down. "Who are you"? Eddie Falcone asks. "A friend if you need one". Jack responds his laughter seemed uncontrollable. Antoni Rossi another crime boss stepped forward putting a gun to Jack's head. "Anyone who comes to use knows who we are and knows not to fuck with us, now state your business weirdo or get canned right here". Antoni pulls the hammer back on his gun. "I see we aren't going to be peaceful are we" Jack says. "Fine guess ill have to pull out old reliable' He says, reaching into his suit, the others continued pointing their guns at Jack. Jack reveals a box with a crank on it and sits it on the table. "You kidding me with this"? Eddie Falcone asks annoyed. "Humor me Mr. Falcone" Jack replied, his smile is shown as an ear to ear smile but the rest of his face was still unknown. Eddie Falcone reaches his hand toward the box. "Wait boss i don't like this guy, let me kill him". Antoni Rossi says still holding the gun to Jack's head. "Whats in here"? Eddie asks Jack putting his hand on the crank. "A surprise for a great guy like you" Jack says the smile never leaving his face. "Big fan by the way, love how you bring fear" Jack says, Eddie starts to turn the crank. "Fear what do you know about fear young one" Eddie asks taking a puff of his cigar continually turning the crank. "I know you have less fear then the average man, your holding a bomb". Jack says calmly and the room goes silent. "A bomb, what kind of joke is this, you really are a bold one" Eddie chuckles then turns the crank the final time and the whole V.I.P section explodes killing every crime boss and everyone in the radius of the explosion except Jack, their destroyed body parts painted the club in red. Those who survived were screaming and dialing for the police as Jack walked away. "Now there is nothing to stand in my way, no old men who think they have power, no government to control me, no barriers whatsoever to cross". Jack said disappearing into the darkness of the night leaving a statue in the shape of a red and black clown on the floor of the destroyed club.
Jared awoke that next morning on his couch feeling relaxed and refreshed. The pain that had destroyed his mind the day before fell away in a cool wave, he yawned and got up to see his house in disarray. "Eh ill clean it later" He thought, he started to get ready and realized he didn't have a job to go to anymore. "Damn you Lester". He said aloud, he made his way to the kitchen where on the Television a gruesome story was told. "Known crime bosses Eddie Falcone, Antonio Rossi, Craven Casadei and Carmine Cicero were killed at nine p.m last night when a crazed bomber killed them with a makeshift bomb shaped like a jack-in-the-box. The crime bosses were known for their tyranny in several syndicates and committed crimes too long to list, their bodies were identified in the wreckage by their dental records, and medical history, for their was almost nothing left of their bodies". Others who were there were interviewed. "Yea i saw him red suit, weird smile didn't catch much of his face though". he said to a reporter. "He looked strange.... like a clown". Another woman said. "Yea definitely painted up like a clown" another man said, Jared watched as they pulled a small ceramic clown from the wreckage. As Jared kept watching he heard more, one of the bouncers had claimed to talk to this man but the bouncer didn't think much of it: "He said his name was Jack Zazz and he was there to party". the bouncer said, "Shouldn't have let him in, weird clown guy". Then Jared turns the television off. "How can people be so heartless" he asked himself, he then went into the bathroom looking upon his reflection, feeling he was forgetting something as his mind drifted into another world.