

Chapter
1 – Amid Madness
The first criminal’s body turns
into a mess of bloody confetti. Next, another is shot to pieces by guns in the
dark. One is beaten to death by the spirits of those he has beaten, and another
is drowned in alcohol by his demons until he pukes himself to death. Yet
another is torn apart by hands in the shadows, another is chopped into pieces,
and needles stab another, and he dies by bleeding out through his skin. These
are the wretched deaths of the pitiful criminals I face in another day of crime
fighting as L’Obscurité.
Some can escape and heal from their
punishments due to their genuine repentance and my prayers for them, while most
die and suffer further in the afterlife. Such a pity, but it’s just the nature
of the job. There are better days when most repent, and I don’t find the dead
bodies of their victims in the buildings where they hide, and worse days when
everyone dies and no one repents. I say a silent prayer for my present and
future enemies before calling the cops to have the criminals at this location
arrested. As I leave for the next location, I get a call from the Chief of
Police, Raymond.
“Chief, how are you doing tonight?”
I ask.
“I’m not going to be doing so well
if you don’t come to the Dymphna Asylum, and neither will your friends or
parents if you don’t head over there quickly,” a dark voice says on the phone
before hanging up.
What was that about? I become one
with the shadows and travel between the light and dark of Meridian as I rush to
the Dymphna Asylum. Arriving there within seconds, despite its location on the
outskirts of the city, I find that the place is locked down and completely
inaccessible from the outside because of the shutters closed over the windows
and doors. Thankfully, my powers allow me to slip inside without touching
anything or causing any noise. At the entrance, I discover six hanging bodies-
three males and three females- all dressed in patient attire and wearing sacks
over their heads.
There doesn’t seem to be anyone
here until a shadowy figure who looks much like me with a hood and cloak on
appears out of nowhere on the balcony above me. The figure is white and grey
and has stretched out grey eyes and a smile that reaches both sides of his
hood. He laughs at me in a voice that I recognize as being the same one on the
phone. Not wanting to waste any time, I lunge at the figure and appear next to
him in the blink of an eye, but he gets away from me just as fast.
“Haha! It’s not going to be that
easy for you, Timeo Severe,” he says.
He knows my real name?! I continue
trying to use my powers on him and get to where he is, but he keeps evading my
grasp, and my powers don’t do anything to him.
“Who are you?!” I ask.
“You may simply know me as Bianco,
for now.”
This new villain of mine is back on
the balcony, and I’m on the ground floor as I stop my fruitless chase of him.
“What do you want? Where are my
family and friends? What have you done here?”
“To answer all three questions at
once, I’m here to make you suffer, and I’m doing that by keeping your loved ones
hostage and releasing all the patients here, especially the criminals you help
arrest.”
My friends and family appear from
the ground around Bianco with ropes around their necks, except for Darcy, who
has a living snake coiled around her neck that serves as a rope. All of them,
except my parents who have cloth in their mouths, call out to me for help, urging me not to let Bianco get the
better of me. Before I can attempt anything, Bianco and his hostages vanish in
a flash of light.
“Your parents know your secret,”
Bianco says as he chuckles. “Oh, how they said I was lying and trying to
deceive them until I showed them indisputable proof, such as pictures and
videos of you transforming. Then, they cried in despair over how their favorite
son turned into a sadistic, dark hero.”
“Shut up! You’re lying!” I say.
“Like mother and father, like son.”
“Face me and let’s get this over
with!”
“I won’t yet. The night is young,
and I have many painful challenges ahead of you, such as this one.”
Everything around me shifts and
swirls into a white void before spitting out the scene of a cell block filled
with hundreds of superhuman inmates trying to break out. My appearance catches
their attention, and it seems like they were expecting me because of the people
staring at the spot I was teleported to.
“The weird man was right! He did
bring us the man we all have a bone to pick with,” a man with vines and thorns
sticking out of his skin says.
“You have a lot to answer for,” a woman
with steel skin says as she cracks her knuckles, which sounds like the bending
of metal.
“You may have taken us down individually,
but together, you don’t stand a chance,” an ex-hero says as he lights half his
body on fire and the other half turns to stone.
Many other villains and criminals surround
me and say their piece, flaunting their powers, and the guns they took from the
armory and dead guards. They think I’m intimidated by their numbers, but they’re
mistaken.
I laugh and say, “I find it all
quite humorous, actually. This pathetic display of your confidence in your
abilities means less than nothing to me.”
“Oh, yeah? Let’s show him who the
pathetic one is,” one villain says as they pounce on me with their powers and
gunfire.
In the chaos, the criminals kill
each other more than they hurt me as they throw everything they have at me,
while the smart ones stand back, waiting to see what happens after the dust
settles, but all are hungry for the honor of saying that they killed me, an
honor none of them will have. All the criminals who attacked me are swept up in
a whirlwind that combines them all into a mangled human centipede. Each of them
has their head up each other’s rectum or attached to one another in some
painfully unnatural way that makes it surprising to everyone that they’re still
alive and writhing around. Those who didn’t get caught up in the whirlwind look
at the sight in shock and horror, some even dropping their weapons and returning
to their cells.
Speaking to those who still want to
fight, I say, “I spared your life in our first encounters so you could be reformed
and helped by this penitentiary, its doctors, and psychiatrists, but since you
spurn my mercy, all that’s left for you is justice.”
I laugh as I dispense justice upon
the criminals around me, either executing them according to their sins or
making them a part of the monstrosity that lies in the center of the cell
block. Once that’s done and over with, I hear clapping and laughing from Bianco.
“Bravo! It’s about time you did
something other than rip people to pieces, make them get eaten by vermin, or
die by whatever crime they were guilty of. That human centipede is simply
inspired,” he says.
“Stop these games and give me back
my family and friends or else you’ll end up like the scum in this room,” I say.
The scene shifts back to the
entrance of the asylum, where the hanging bodies are.
Bianco appears beside them and
says, “Oh, but I’ve already given you a few of your family members. Observe!”
He takes off the sacks from one of
the men and one of the women to reveal the faces of one of my brothers and
sisters. Despite not being fond of them, I can’t help but wince at the sight of
their strangled faces, devoid of color and full of horror at their final
moments.
“What’s the matter, Timeo? I thought
you didn’t like these people? You did beat them within an inch of their life
during the first night you made yourself known to Meridian,” Bianco says. “Do
you want to see the faces of the rest of your siblings?”
“I want you dead!” I say.
“You’ll have your chance of doing
that soon enough, but the show must go on for now.”
The scene around me changes to a
hallway of the asylum. I guess I have no choice but to play along with Bianco’s
game and try to find an opening to get to him. He knows my real identity and
told my parents it. I’ll have a lot of explaining to do after this. They’re
healers, so knowing that I’m a dark hero may worry them, to say the least. I
can only hope and pray to God that this sadistic new villain will be swiftly
brought to justice and that my parents will understand why I fight crime in the
way I do.
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