11-19-2014, 09:52 AM
The woman pulled out a paper and wrote her number on it. Her gloves and fingers left blood stains on it. It was a reminder of what she had faced. Malik watched her. She was angry and directing it at him, but he imagined that the whole ordeal was overwhelming to her. It had been her own failures that led her to be caught instead of saving this girl. She wasn't really angry with him. It wouldn't have mattered if she had been, of course. As if he cared.
She demanded that he move after taking the girl's hand. He stepped aside after a moment of looking at her. He wondered how he appeared to her. Then, "You know how cold it is out there. You have a leather jacket. She has nothing and will freeze to death. There is a car outside. So it's either take the car or get this girl some clothes from upstairs."
He watched her for a moment and then with a slight smile, "It's up to you to decided which is more palatable."
The red-head freaked out at the thought- as he expected. He followed them out of this chamber of horrors and into the cellar. "Whatever you decide, do it now."
She took the woman past him and went upstairs. He heard rooting around and some heated talking. He was content to linger, letting the feel of the Force wash over him. After a while he heard the front door open and close. He listened but there was no sound of an engine. She'd decided to walk, then. He wondered how she had convinced the girl to put on clothes that had belonged to the killer.
While he waited for them to get away he wandered the labyrinth. The things he saw angered him. Now that he no longer had witnesses or victims to worry about, he was free to let his mind dwell on the horrors here. The Force made short work of any remaining cameras he'd found. After that he let it go for a while. He did not like having heightened senses in this place. He went to the cellar and shut the doors and then closed the sound proof door and then continued to wander. His stomach turned at this testament to human depravity and chaos incarnate.
He found the man's computer room and looked through his recordings. First he found the one from that day's and was somewhat relieved that the woman had only sustained mild injuries. Psychological torture was a big part of what this guy did. He preyed on their fears, on their dread and imagination and fed them very slowly and carefully, as if to ensure a greater harvest later.
The playing of old videos, the tour through the facility, the chains and the darkness- this man was a husbandman of pain and carefully nurtured until he could reap it and eat it at its peak. Malik's lip twisted into an evil smile. Now it was his turn to experience it.
He deleted that day's recording. The man had some high-level file utilities that over-wrote any existing data so that it was completely gone. Clearly illegal, but also necessary given what the man possessed. It was highly likely that there was trigger somewhere that would overwrite all his stuff at a moment's notice. But Malik had no interest in obliterating all of the recordings. Just those from today, those showing the girl he'd followed, those showing him, despite his disguise. He would leave nothing here to say anything about who he was.
Well, almost nothing, he thought as his smile returned. His hoody stayed up, his sleeves down, and his gloves always stayed on, leaving no prints, oils or skin traces for when the police inevitably came. There would be plenty of DNA for them to process over the next few weeks, anyway from the look of things.
He watched one or two of the videos but stopped after just a few minutes each. Marcus stomach turned and his heart boiled at this man. He'd never felt such rage before in his life, as if it was choking him. His nostrils flared and jaws clenched. He'd experienced cruelty his entire life, some of it casual and petty and some of it violent and painful.
But what this man did- what he carefully doled out- was inhumanly evil. He was destruction incarnate, obliterating people- their hopes and dreams and happiness and finally their lives- bit by bit and relishing each proof of their degradation and humiliation. He fed on it.
Nearly blind with fury, he stood. It was time for that....man to know that experience for himself. The dread, the hopelessness, the desperate willingness to do anything to survive, to avoid the infinitude of pain that was his sentence. Logic demanded it. His rage demanded it. The universe demanded it. Justice. Order. Balance. He shook with the emotion flooding around him, a chip in a raging river.
He seized the Force in a frenzy and dominated it in his fury. He wove his disguise without thought, black flames billowing around him, and strode to the room. The door blew off its hinges and there Darth Malik stood, Death cloaked in black fire, steam shedding from him like smoke, voice distorted into dark unhuman growling. The god of vengeance had come to exact his due. Darth Malik smiled.
Knives of fire cut the man's clothing from him so that he hung naked in the air. Malik had not cared to be precise and the man screamed at the burns on his body. A tendril of air wrapped itself around the man's testicles. Malik didn't squeeze, not yet. It was enough for the man to know what was in store for him. Distortion bringing his voice to an otherwordly and modulating pitch, he said, "Let's talk about your life's decisions."
. The man started screaming in earnest and Darth Malik's laughter echoed with them.
She demanded that he move after taking the girl's hand. He stepped aside after a moment of looking at her. He wondered how he appeared to her. Then, "You know how cold it is out there. You have a leather jacket. She has nothing and will freeze to death. There is a car outside. So it's either take the car or get this girl some clothes from upstairs."
He watched her for a moment and then with a slight smile, "It's up to you to decided which is more palatable."
The red-head freaked out at the thought- as he expected. He followed them out of this chamber of horrors and into the cellar. "Whatever you decide, do it now."
She took the woman past him and went upstairs. He heard rooting around and some heated talking. He was content to linger, letting the feel of the Force wash over him. After a while he heard the front door open and close. He listened but there was no sound of an engine. She'd decided to walk, then. He wondered how she had convinced the girl to put on clothes that had belonged to the killer.
While he waited for them to get away he wandered the labyrinth. The things he saw angered him. Now that he no longer had witnesses or victims to worry about, he was free to let his mind dwell on the horrors here. The Force made short work of any remaining cameras he'd found. After that he let it go for a while. He did not like having heightened senses in this place. He went to the cellar and shut the doors and then closed the sound proof door and then continued to wander. His stomach turned at this testament to human depravity and chaos incarnate.
He found the man's computer room and looked through his recordings. First he found the one from that day's and was somewhat relieved that the woman had only sustained mild injuries. Psychological torture was a big part of what this guy did. He preyed on their fears, on their dread and imagination and fed them very slowly and carefully, as if to ensure a greater harvest later.
The playing of old videos, the tour through the facility, the chains and the darkness- this man was a husbandman of pain and carefully nurtured until he could reap it and eat it at its peak. Malik's lip twisted into an evil smile. Now it was his turn to experience it.
He deleted that day's recording. The man had some high-level file utilities that over-wrote any existing data so that it was completely gone. Clearly illegal, but also necessary given what the man possessed. It was highly likely that there was trigger somewhere that would overwrite all his stuff at a moment's notice. But Malik had no interest in obliterating all of the recordings. Just those from today, those showing the girl he'd followed, those showing him, despite his disguise. He would leave nothing here to say anything about who he was.
Well, almost nothing, he thought as his smile returned. His hoody stayed up, his sleeves down, and his gloves always stayed on, leaving no prints, oils or skin traces for when the police inevitably came. There would be plenty of DNA for them to process over the next few weeks, anyway from the look of things.
He watched one or two of the videos but stopped after just a few minutes each. Marcus stomach turned and his heart boiled at this man. He'd never felt such rage before in his life, as if it was choking him. His nostrils flared and jaws clenched. He'd experienced cruelty his entire life, some of it casual and petty and some of it violent and painful.
But what this man did- what he carefully doled out- was inhumanly evil. He was destruction incarnate, obliterating people- their hopes and dreams and happiness and finally their lives- bit by bit and relishing each proof of their degradation and humiliation. He fed on it.
Nearly blind with fury, he stood. It was time for that....man to know that experience for himself. The dread, the hopelessness, the desperate willingness to do anything to survive, to avoid the infinitude of pain that was his sentence. Logic demanded it. His rage demanded it. The universe demanded it. Justice. Order. Balance. He shook with the emotion flooding around him, a chip in a raging river.
He seized the Force in a frenzy and dominated it in his fury. He wove his disguise without thought, black flames billowing around him, and strode to the room. The door blew off its hinges and there Darth Malik stood, Death cloaked in black fire, steam shedding from him like smoke, voice distorted into dark unhuman growling. The god of vengeance had come to exact his due. Darth Malik smiled.
Knives of fire cut the man's clothing from him so that he hung naked in the air. Malik had not cared to be precise and the man screamed at the burns on his body. A tendril of air wrapped itself around the man's testicles. Malik didn't squeeze, not yet. It was enough for the man to know what was in store for him. Distortion bringing his voice to an otherwordly and modulating pitch, he said, "Let's talk about your life's decisions."
. The man started screaming in earnest and Darth Malik's laughter echoed with them.