“We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
- The Cheshire Cat, Alice in Wonderland
Voltaire swallowed and reached down to touch the cold face of the man that he had killed. It wasn’t a face he recognized at first. When he touched the man’s hands, on the rigid palm of the dead man’s hand, was an R-like scar. Voltaire realized he had just killed the owner of his home. Voltaire felt the man’s face once again. He killed Justin Stone, the owner of the Gentlemen’s Hotel. He was going to lose his home again.
“I lost her… you lost your vision… you lost your family… you lost… you lost…”
“I am not losing my home,” Voltaire said, standing up. He dragged the body into his bathroom and tossed it in his bathtub. “I am not losing my home,” Voltaire said, shaking as he dressed and walked out of his room with a strong sense of clarity. “I am not losing my home,” Voltaire said, still shaking. He tapped his cane as he walked down the stairs. “I will not lose my home,” Voltaire said, voice shaking as he made his way to the office.
Justin Stone disappeared without a trace. The police found nothing, no body, no clues. All anyone really knew was that the strange man who lived in the Gentleman’s Hotel room 101 inherited the building, his possessions, and all his money.
The town of Successio mourned the life of their former mayor and everyone attended his funeral. At least, they had plenty of gossip because the locals at last knew the real name of the strange man living in room 101.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely to acknowledge and develop the character of Voltaire’s complex-emotions and motivation.