Catman_prb
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His name was Arthur Light. He was one of the most hated men in the country. His very name brought tears to the eyes of mothers and gave little girls nightmares. He was a monster, a villain, a rapist and a pedophile. They called him Dr. Light. This is his tale.
*****
And so Arthur Light rode his bicycle to the little supermarket on a street near his boss' house. He put the bike up against the brick wall, and entered the shop. It smelt of cigarette smoke and urine, and the cashiers on the tills looked like zombies, their jaws hanging slackly and chewing gum. He walked through the aisles of the shop, until he found the cutlery section. Immediately his eyes went the meat cleaver, cheap and effective. He took hold of it and walked quickly over to the cashier, a pretty young girl, barely 18.
He flashed a smile at her, and she quickly cast her eyes down, a small wave of anger quickly passing over him. He payed for the great knife and walked out of the shop, where it had begun to rain. The bike that he had put up against the wall was gone. He kicked out at the wall, as the sky crackled with thunder and his hair became plastered to his skull. He began walking towards the house of Dr. Finley, a grimace on his face.
He walked quickly, and he got there within ten minutes. There was an expensive car outside, he didn't know which, and the house was very big, almost mansion sized. He rang the ornate doorbell, and there was a load banging, then cursing, then Dr. Finley answered the door.
"Light? What are you doing here?" he exclaimed, forgetting to be rude in his supprise. Arthur stepped forwards and pushed Finley back into the house, before closing the door behind him, a malicious grin playing across his face. Finley stumbled back, and fell to the ground.
"What's going on Light?" he gasped.
"It should be mine Finley. IT SHOULD BE MINE," he screamed, and brought the cleaver down over his head, burying it deep into the Doctors flesh, blood spurting up and splashing across his face and clothes. He brought the cleaver down again and again in a fenzy, and eventually the gurgling screams of Dr. Jacob Finley faded away. Arthur stepped back to look at what he had done. Blood was dripping down his arms and pooling on the expensive carpet beneath his feet.
He dragged the mutilated corpse of Finley by its shoulders, to a door. He opened it, and saw steps decending into the cellar. Arthur pulled him down roughly, cracking his head against the steps and leaving a trail of brain liquid. He quickly ran back up the stairs, to search for the suit he had seen the other day. He noticed a large line of blood leading around the front hall, but ignored it in his frenzy. He ran through the house, opening every door, each one expecting to find the suit in.
Eventually he came to a door marked "Jacob's Workshop KEEP OUT", and he pushed it open. Inside it was a sterile white, and across a worktop lay the suit. He approached it, but suddenly heard the door opening from downstairs. He rushed back out of the room, and heard screaming, that of a woman and a little girl. A woman in a short black dress had just opened the door to the cellar, a little girl with pigtails holding her hand. He leapt down the stairs, and backhanded the little girl hard across the face. She squealed and fell down the stairs to the cellar. The woman turned around and Arthur punched her in the jaw, making her stagger slightly. He hit her again in the back of the head and she fell down. He dragged her into the living room and closed the curtains. She started to stir, and Arthur ripped the dress off of her, then used it to tie her hands and feet. A wave of power rippled through him, and he began to breath heavily as tears formed in the young womans eyes.
An hour or so later, Arthur walked out of the room, leaving behind a husk of a woman, barely human. He walked up the stairs to the workshop again, and stepped inside. He breathed in deeply, and pulled the suit over his blood sodden clothes. His eyes closed, he put the mask on, covering his upper face, leaving his eyes visible through slits and his little goatee showing. A surge of electricity rippled through him and he flexed his hands and arms. He could feel the power inside him. The power to do what he liked. The power to fulfill his deepest, darkest desires. And then he remembered the little girl he had locked inside the cellar with her dead father a few hours ago. And a smile played across his face. He felt himself lift into the air just by responding to his thoughts, and decended the stairs.
***
Over the next few months, small children and their mothers began disappearing from the neighbourhood around Jacob Finley's house. His neighbours had not seen him leave for work in since the disappearances began, but they did report a bright flash in the sky every night. Some even said they could hear screaming and wailing coming from the Finley house. So eventually, as people do, the police were called. A pair were dispatched to the Finley house, with a warrant.
They knocked on the door. There was no response. They knocked again. Still no response, and the elder of the pair thought he could hear shouting from within. The younger took a run up, then barged through the door. The hall was covered in blood, and a stench filled his nostrils. He turned, and saw the door to the cellar opened. Beconing for his partner to follow, he pulled a torch out and shone it into the darkness. He could see dozens of little girls hanging around the walls, some rotting corpses and some horribley aware of what was going on. The elder shone his torch around, and could see a man in a white suit pressed up against one of the girls. He turned his head, disturbed and saw the two lawmen. The younger one bent over and vomited.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell are you?" the eldest one croaked.
[BLACKOUT]
"I am ArthurLight," [/BLACKOUT]he croaked, blood and feces spattered over the once white suit. The two policemen pulled the guns out of their holsters. There was a flash of white light, and the policemen started firing wildly. A bullet clipped Light in the knee, and fell to the ground screeching.
They knocked on the door. There was no response. They knocked again. Still no response, and the elder of the pair thought he could hear shouting from within. The younger took a run up, then barged through the door. The hall was covered in blood, and a stench filled his nostrils. He turned, and saw the door to the cellar opened. Beconing for his partner to follow, he pulled a torch out and shone it into the darkness. He could see dozens of little girls hanging around the walls, some rotting corpses and some horribley aware of what was going on. The elder shone his torch around, and could see a man in a white suit pressed up against one of the girls. He turned his head, disturbed and saw the two lawmen. The younger one bent over and vomited.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell are you?" the eldest one croaked.
[BLACKOUT]
"I am ArthurLight," [/BLACKOUT]he croaked, blood and feces spattered over the once white suit. The two policemen pulled the guns out of their holsters. There was a flash of white light, and the policemen started firing wildly. A bullet clipped Light in the knee, and fell to the ground screeching.
*****
Two months later - Court
"Dr. Light, you are charged with 15 cases of rape, 7 cases of murder and the blinding of two officers of the law," the judge said severely. Arthur Light hung his head.
"As a result of these heinous crimes, I shall give you a choice. You will either be put to death by the State, or you will join a Government reformation program," the Judge said. Dr. Light raised an eyebrow, a smile spreading across his face.
"Dr. Light, you are charged with 15 cases of rape, 7 cases of murder and the blinding of two officers of the law," the judge said severely. Arthur Light hung his head.
"As a result of these heinous crimes, I shall give you a choice. You will either be put to death by the State, or you will join a Government reformation program," the Judge said. Dr. Light raised an eyebrow, a smile spreading across his face.