Hard to Hate You // Michael Langdon

Part IV - Rubber Man

I leave Langdon's office feeling highly suspicious. I just figured out his whole plan. There is no way that he is planning on letting me go so easily. He also seemed to want an answer to the "worst thing I've ever done" question, and I do not want to admit to that.

I'm too tired to shower, so I just go to pick out a nightgown. As I finish changing, there is a knock at the door. 

"I'm changing!" I yell. There is another knock. I roll my eyes and open the door slightly just so I can see who's out there. "Are you deaf?  I said that I'm- what the hell?" A man dressed in a black rubber suit is standing there.

I suddenly remember how Evie told all the outpost inhabitants that the man who had sex with Gallant was in a black rubber suit.  "Oh shit, you're the guy that Gallant fucked," I scoff. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm not in need of those services." I go to shut the door, but he puts his foot in it. 

I scoff.  This bitch really has the audacity to keep persisting at it even though I am clearly not interested. "Listen, whoever-you-are, you need to leave," I insist, trying to slam the door. He still refuses to move.

"Okay, I know Langdon sent you, so why don't you tell him-" He suddenly shoves me backward and I lose my grip on the door as I stumble back. He enters my room and pushes me back before I can catch myself.

 "You bitch, get the fuck off of me!" I shout, kicking him back. While he's off-balance, I grab a vase and smash it into his head. 

 He stumbles backward, and I pull his mask off before he can stop me, wanting to see who the hell has the guts to be messing with me. Nothing could've prepared me for what was under it. The last thing I remember before fainting is the face of pure evil staring into my eyes.

......

I wake up to see Langdon standing over me and a broken vase on the floor next to me. I quickly remember what happened and scramble to my feet. "What the hell was that!" I yell through gritted teeth as I push Langdon back.

He stares at me, satisfied. "It is very rare for somebody to be able to see the face of the demon I conjure," he states.

"That fucking... thing made me feel more evil than I would if I were staring Satan in the face!"

He just chuckles and walks to the door. "I assume that I have now shown you what I am capable of if you continue to avoid my interview questions?"

I narrow my eyes. "You asshole." If this bitch wants to fight, then it's game on. "Fine. Let's do it now then," I say confidently. He raises a brow and leads me to his office. When we enter, I notice a laptop sitting on his desk.

"Where the hell did you get the laptop from?" I ask, staring at it skeptically. I haven't seen one since the day of the bombs.

"Ms. Venable lied about a few things, including the fact that laptops were unusable," he simply states, sitting at his desk.

"What else did she lie about?" I ask, sitting down across from him.

He shuts the laptop and smirks. "I believe I'm the one asking questions right now."

I roll my eyes and lean back in the chair. "Ask away."

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" he asks.

I sigh.  "Ask another question."

He raises a brow, but he continues with another question.  "Did you have anything to do with David's disappearance?"