DiZ
11-06-10, 13:07
Wow, n-am mai scris ceva de secole. Well I returned. Probabil nu e la fel de bun ca ce aveam, I got rusty, buuut, well. I plan on catching up. Asa ca on with the show.
Cer critica avansata ( am uitat total de sistemul asta )
Warning, a bit gory.
Mitternacht
~ I really don’t know when it started or what made me do it, but all I know and all I want to know from now on was that I like it. I guess it was her screaming that got my attention, or her wide eyes staring at me , begging for help. Maybe if I did…maybe if I stopped, but that’s not the case here. That first time was my mistake. I should have stopped when I had the chance.
Walking down the street at night and hearing all the noise, it can drive you crazy sometimes. People have a more active night life than necessary. That’s what gets them into these situations. If they just stayed at home, then nothing would happen. But then again, I wouldn’t be able to do what I’m good at.
I don’t think introductions are in order here. You need not know my name, as I am not interested in yours. If you walked by me, I’m sure you wouldn’t even give me a second look. I’m that kind of a person, that you see, but after less than five minutes, you forget you ever saw me and if you ever saw me again in a photo, or back on the street, you wouldn’t recognize me. You, on the other hand, I bet you crave for attention, don’t you? You want people to know you everywhere you go. It’s understandable. If I didn’t love my job as much as I do, I probably would want to be known too. It’s in human nature to crave fame, fortune and whatever there is that you crave these days. I’m sorry, I haven’t been in touch with people for so long…that is, to talk to them.
Oh don’t worry, I always smirk like that. It’s my charm you see. Women fall for that and men find me an interesting fella’. But that’s not what we were talking about, so let’s go back on track. I was saying that people do it to themselves. Why else would they wonder all alone while knowing all the sins they committed? I’m not here to play God, I’m only here to do what I think is right. Because, you…well you never do anything. You let them get away with everything they do, with every little thing they do wrong.
The first guy, well…his wife called the police reporting that her husband was beating her up. They only let him go with a ticket. And what did he do the next night? Come on, I’m sure you know, it’s all over the news. That’s right, your eyes tell me that you know. Yes, he beat her up so bad that now the woman is in a coma, with little to none chances of recovery. But she could have been saved if the bastard would have been arrested when she called someone to save her.
Let me tell you that the pathetic ignorant begged for his life with his guts spilled all over the floor. He begged me to spare him, he said he’ll never do it again. But I wasn’t about to let that happen now would I? No, I’m not like the police. I put my gun to his crotch and shot his fucking balls off. It was not enough that he was beating her up, he was cheating on her too. Squirming and whimpering he begged me again, but he knew I was not about to let him live for what he did. He tried to crawl away from me and I stood there watching him as he collected his guts from the floor, crying and apologizing for everything he did. But that was not going to bring her back. Oh don’t look at me like that, I took pity on him in the end and shot his miserable head. He collapsed like a puppet in his own bloody mess. I always found that funny. Like a puppet to which you cut off the strings that control it.
Now the second guy, well he was special. He was a first of the kind for me. I took my time with him. I think his name was Mark, or something like that. A really random name. The man didn’t stand out in particular, but he got my attention. I got a nose for people like him. He used to sneak out at night and….oh I used to watch him, that’s how I know. He had this really big tree, just perfect for cover. I was saying that he used – yeah, used to – sneak out at night and go to his secret hiding place. Let me tell you that when I found out…it turned my stomach inside out, and I’ve seen some nasty things in my life…and did them too. But this…this was unspeakable. You know what he used to do? Of course you don’t….why would you. You’d let him go with a ticket.
I managed to get inside while forcing the door open, but I couldn’t see anything because it was so dark. I knew it was safe because he left on vacation with his wife and kids, the fucker. So I got inside and looked around for a bit until my eyes got used to the darkness inside. I manage to trip over a log and landed face down on a blanket. Then I heard some movement to my right. You never heard about this guy, have you now? Well that’s because I made him disappear. And even if his wife filled in a missing person report, you wouldn’t know about him. You never look at those.
I got up and started walking to the far end of the room and there I found him. Shackled, naked and underweight, there was a small boy, not older than ten years old. I bet that if you looked now in your missing persons files, you’ll still find him there. His mother never found out what happened to him and it’s better to stay that way. He was shivering. It was a cold night. He never said anything when I brought the blanket to him, he just wrapped it around himself and fell asleep. I wanted to get him out of there, but he never woke up. So I waited. The next day I gave the boy a proper funeral and then returned to town to buy some water and something to eat. A week passed. He finally came though. I was beginning to think that he stopped thinking about him. The boy that is. Imagine his surprise when he saw me there, gun in hand and knife in the other. He stumbled back and made for the exit but I was faster. I always am. Bleeding from his fresh bullet wound in his leg, he then tried begging and bargaining. “I’ll let you into it, I’ll let you do whatever you want to them” he kept going on and on. All I wanted to do was to kill him, there and then but I figured he won’t be punished enough for what he did. So I brought the knife up to his mouth and told him to talk. I needed to know what to punish him for, now didn’t I? I pressed the blade into his cheek and he started crying. He started telling me that he didn’t want to do it, that he knew it was wrong. But I didn’t want to hear his excuses, I only wanted to hear facts. I put the blanket over his mouth as I cut his ear off, so that his scream wouldn’t be heard. I threatened him that for every time he slacks, I’ll chop off another part of him. And then he talked.
He used to take children from parks or crowded places and brought them back here. Then he’d let them starve enough for the poor little things to become cooperative. He promised them food for every time they’d do what he told them to do. My knife was shaking in my hand as I listened to his story. All my impulses were to kill him as he talks, slash him open for what he did, but I stopped myself every time. When he got bored of them….and let me tell you here, you would have done the same thing after you heard that. You would have wanted to rip him to pieces for every child he hurt and kidnapped. When he got bored of them he’d take the axe from across the room and chop them up so that their bodies wouldn’t be found. And some children were still alive. So I did what any sane person would do. I got up, walked to the other side of the room and took the axe that I carefully ignored until this day and came back. He started begging again, pleading for his life. He told me that he has a wife and child, but they were better off without him. At first, I started with his hands. I chopped them off from his elbows and then watch him scream in horror. I didn’t care if we were heard anymore. I didn’t care about anything except all the children that died there, in that room.
I did the same to his legs, chopped them off from his knees and then let him scream some more. Blood got on my clothes from all his struggling but I couldn’t stop. I brought the axe next to his face, so he can see his own blood on it. So he can feel what those children felt when he killed them. I then proceeded to cut what was left of his hands and returned to my trusty knife. All those screams must have alerted someone, I thought, but I needed to take my time. He wasn’t dead yet, but he will be, soon.
I took my knife from where I felt it and kneeled next to him. He disgusted me. I am calm now, but let me tell you that back then I was shaking in anger and frustration. Frustration that I didn’t get to him sooner. He was looking at me, crying and mumbling something that I didn’t understand. I didn’t want to either, but the fact that he was looking at me made me even more angry. So I took out his eyes with my knife and put them beside him. I then sat there and watch him die. I wasn’t satisfied, like I was the last time. Something was missing. I killed him, I did the good thing that needed to be done, but why wasn’t I feeling better about it?
Before I got out, I burned what was left of the body. No one needed to know about his existence or about what he did. He shall be forgotten.
Why are you looking like that at me? Haven’t I rid the world of such horrors? Haven’t I made people feel safe without them roaming around the streets? You can call me a bloody Batman for all I care. I did what I had to do and what was right. But I will tell you one thing. I found out why, with every bastard I kill, the pleasure decreases. Why it isn’t the same anymore. Because no matter how many fuckers I take out, there will still be so many of them. And no one is doing anything. You’re bringing me in here, when you should be out there looking for them. I didn’t only kill two men. I kill hundreds of them. I’ve killed rapists, I’ve killed pedophiles, I’ve killed killers…imagine the irony. And always…always, there will always be as many as them. Their number never decreases and I am growing old and tired. I’m only sorry I don’t have a successor out which will continue my work when you will be done with me. But I stand about what I think is right. I did the right thing. ~
~***~
“So, how did it go captain? We got him right?” the young cadet asked excited.
“We got him…do me a favor Mark. Don’t let anyone else talk to him”
“Why’s that sir?”
“The guy’s a lunatic. He’ll have the media on our asses in no time if his story gets out.”
“But what did he do?”
“He was a serial killer. A psycho. That’s all there is to it, if anyone asks.”
“So, should we release the information to the press, that we caught him?”
“Yes, he was a killer that got lucky and killed others like him. He’ll get the chair anyway”.
“Yes sir. Good night sir.”
“Ah and Mark?”
“Yes sir?”
“….get me all the missing persons files.”
“Yes sir, right away sir”
Cer critica avansata ( am uitat total de sistemul asta )
Warning, a bit gory.
Mitternacht
~ I really don’t know when it started or what made me do it, but all I know and all I want to know from now on was that I like it. I guess it was her screaming that got my attention, or her wide eyes staring at me , begging for help. Maybe if I did…maybe if I stopped, but that’s not the case here. That first time was my mistake. I should have stopped when I had the chance.
Walking down the street at night and hearing all the noise, it can drive you crazy sometimes. People have a more active night life than necessary. That’s what gets them into these situations. If they just stayed at home, then nothing would happen. But then again, I wouldn’t be able to do what I’m good at.
I don’t think introductions are in order here. You need not know my name, as I am not interested in yours. If you walked by me, I’m sure you wouldn’t even give me a second look. I’m that kind of a person, that you see, but after less than five minutes, you forget you ever saw me and if you ever saw me again in a photo, or back on the street, you wouldn’t recognize me. You, on the other hand, I bet you crave for attention, don’t you? You want people to know you everywhere you go. It’s understandable. If I didn’t love my job as much as I do, I probably would want to be known too. It’s in human nature to crave fame, fortune and whatever there is that you crave these days. I’m sorry, I haven’t been in touch with people for so long…that is, to talk to them.
Oh don’t worry, I always smirk like that. It’s my charm you see. Women fall for that and men find me an interesting fella’. But that’s not what we were talking about, so let’s go back on track. I was saying that people do it to themselves. Why else would they wonder all alone while knowing all the sins they committed? I’m not here to play God, I’m only here to do what I think is right. Because, you…well you never do anything. You let them get away with everything they do, with every little thing they do wrong.
The first guy, well…his wife called the police reporting that her husband was beating her up. They only let him go with a ticket. And what did he do the next night? Come on, I’m sure you know, it’s all over the news. That’s right, your eyes tell me that you know. Yes, he beat her up so bad that now the woman is in a coma, with little to none chances of recovery. But she could have been saved if the bastard would have been arrested when she called someone to save her.
Let me tell you that the pathetic ignorant begged for his life with his guts spilled all over the floor. He begged me to spare him, he said he’ll never do it again. But I wasn’t about to let that happen now would I? No, I’m not like the police. I put my gun to his crotch and shot his fucking balls off. It was not enough that he was beating her up, he was cheating on her too. Squirming and whimpering he begged me again, but he knew I was not about to let him live for what he did. He tried to crawl away from me and I stood there watching him as he collected his guts from the floor, crying and apologizing for everything he did. But that was not going to bring her back. Oh don’t look at me like that, I took pity on him in the end and shot his miserable head. He collapsed like a puppet in his own bloody mess. I always found that funny. Like a puppet to which you cut off the strings that control it.
Now the second guy, well he was special. He was a first of the kind for me. I took my time with him. I think his name was Mark, or something like that. A really random name. The man didn’t stand out in particular, but he got my attention. I got a nose for people like him. He used to sneak out at night and….oh I used to watch him, that’s how I know. He had this really big tree, just perfect for cover. I was saying that he used – yeah, used to – sneak out at night and go to his secret hiding place. Let me tell you that when I found out…it turned my stomach inside out, and I’ve seen some nasty things in my life…and did them too. But this…this was unspeakable. You know what he used to do? Of course you don’t….why would you. You’d let him go with a ticket.
I managed to get inside while forcing the door open, but I couldn’t see anything because it was so dark. I knew it was safe because he left on vacation with his wife and kids, the fucker. So I got inside and looked around for a bit until my eyes got used to the darkness inside. I manage to trip over a log and landed face down on a blanket. Then I heard some movement to my right. You never heard about this guy, have you now? Well that’s because I made him disappear. And even if his wife filled in a missing person report, you wouldn’t know about him. You never look at those.
I got up and started walking to the far end of the room and there I found him. Shackled, naked and underweight, there was a small boy, not older than ten years old. I bet that if you looked now in your missing persons files, you’ll still find him there. His mother never found out what happened to him and it’s better to stay that way. He was shivering. It was a cold night. He never said anything when I brought the blanket to him, he just wrapped it around himself and fell asleep. I wanted to get him out of there, but he never woke up. So I waited. The next day I gave the boy a proper funeral and then returned to town to buy some water and something to eat. A week passed. He finally came though. I was beginning to think that he stopped thinking about him. The boy that is. Imagine his surprise when he saw me there, gun in hand and knife in the other. He stumbled back and made for the exit but I was faster. I always am. Bleeding from his fresh bullet wound in his leg, he then tried begging and bargaining. “I’ll let you into it, I’ll let you do whatever you want to them” he kept going on and on. All I wanted to do was to kill him, there and then but I figured he won’t be punished enough for what he did. So I brought the knife up to his mouth and told him to talk. I needed to know what to punish him for, now didn’t I? I pressed the blade into his cheek and he started crying. He started telling me that he didn’t want to do it, that he knew it was wrong. But I didn’t want to hear his excuses, I only wanted to hear facts. I put the blanket over his mouth as I cut his ear off, so that his scream wouldn’t be heard. I threatened him that for every time he slacks, I’ll chop off another part of him. And then he talked.
He used to take children from parks or crowded places and brought them back here. Then he’d let them starve enough for the poor little things to become cooperative. He promised them food for every time they’d do what he told them to do. My knife was shaking in my hand as I listened to his story. All my impulses were to kill him as he talks, slash him open for what he did, but I stopped myself every time. When he got bored of them….and let me tell you here, you would have done the same thing after you heard that. You would have wanted to rip him to pieces for every child he hurt and kidnapped. When he got bored of them he’d take the axe from across the room and chop them up so that their bodies wouldn’t be found. And some children were still alive. So I did what any sane person would do. I got up, walked to the other side of the room and took the axe that I carefully ignored until this day and came back. He started begging again, pleading for his life. He told me that he has a wife and child, but they were better off without him. At first, I started with his hands. I chopped them off from his elbows and then watch him scream in horror. I didn’t care if we were heard anymore. I didn’t care about anything except all the children that died there, in that room.
I did the same to his legs, chopped them off from his knees and then let him scream some more. Blood got on my clothes from all his struggling but I couldn’t stop. I brought the axe next to his face, so he can see his own blood on it. So he can feel what those children felt when he killed them. I then proceeded to cut what was left of his hands and returned to my trusty knife. All those screams must have alerted someone, I thought, but I needed to take my time. He wasn’t dead yet, but he will be, soon.
I took my knife from where I felt it and kneeled next to him. He disgusted me. I am calm now, but let me tell you that back then I was shaking in anger and frustration. Frustration that I didn’t get to him sooner. He was looking at me, crying and mumbling something that I didn’t understand. I didn’t want to either, but the fact that he was looking at me made me even more angry. So I took out his eyes with my knife and put them beside him. I then sat there and watch him die. I wasn’t satisfied, like I was the last time. Something was missing. I killed him, I did the good thing that needed to be done, but why wasn’t I feeling better about it?
Before I got out, I burned what was left of the body. No one needed to know about his existence or about what he did. He shall be forgotten.
Why are you looking like that at me? Haven’t I rid the world of such horrors? Haven’t I made people feel safe without them roaming around the streets? You can call me a bloody Batman for all I care. I did what I had to do and what was right. But I will tell you one thing. I found out why, with every bastard I kill, the pleasure decreases. Why it isn’t the same anymore. Because no matter how many fuckers I take out, there will still be so many of them. And no one is doing anything. You’re bringing me in here, when you should be out there looking for them. I didn’t only kill two men. I kill hundreds of them. I’ve killed rapists, I’ve killed pedophiles, I’ve killed killers…imagine the irony. And always…always, there will always be as many as them. Their number never decreases and I am growing old and tired. I’m only sorry I don’t have a successor out which will continue my work when you will be done with me. But I stand about what I think is right. I did the right thing. ~
~***~
“So, how did it go captain? We got him right?” the young cadet asked excited.
“We got him…do me a favor Mark. Don’t let anyone else talk to him”
“Why’s that sir?”
“The guy’s a lunatic. He’ll have the media on our asses in no time if his story gets out.”
“But what did he do?”
“He was a serial killer. A psycho. That’s all there is to it, if anyone asks.”
“So, should we release the information to the press, that we caught him?”
“Yes, he was a killer that got lucky and killed others like him. He’ll get the chair anyway”.
“Yes sir. Good night sir.”
“Ah and Mark?”
“Yes sir?”
“….get me all the missing persons files.”
“Yes sir, right away sir”