Post by h4ck3r on May 18, 2012 11:35:53 GMT -5
It had been almost exactly three hours since I had attempted to meet up and talk rationally with Electra “Lexi” Stevens. It’s such a shame I had to use the exact same trick I used on Metallica to get a chance to divulge into my past with her and help her see Drake Hunter for what he truly is, the embodiment of evil, just like Mephistopheles, the dark demon lord, servant to only satan, born from the creation of time itself. Sometimes he appears as a majestic and charismatic stranger, other times as an idiot Australian with no sense of right and wrong. There are few men more sinister than Alexander Krossa, also known as Drake Hunter. He embodies the darkest side of his nature, always scheming and hunting for souls of the weak-hearted to add to his collection of so-called “wins”.
He charms and enchants those unlucky enough to encounter him, tricking women into sleeping with him and giving up their very spirit just to be with the handsome, charming Australian demon in angel’s clothing. Alexander Krossa is both powerful and dangerous, able to control the minds of those around him, and play with their heads, making them do whatever he wishes with just one witty joke and a sparkling-white smile that the ladies so desperately yearn for. Oh how I loath Electra. If only she could see Alexander for what he really is: An Australian Demon.
I am no heroic Hercules by any means, I know this, I know I am not the hero type but I must at least try to prevent Alexander from enforcing his rule over all of NYCCW. I am by no means comparing myself to Hercules, he was a hero, I ... am rather more of a savior, I save people, doesn’t mean that I have to be the hero of this tale, it just means I don’t wish for this great company to be burnt to the ground just like Hercules on the day of his death, burnt with the poison of centaur blood as his wife tried to win his heart back from another woman, Deianeira, horrified at her husband’s tragic end. The cloak burnt like the heart of satan himself and the harder Hercules tried to rip off the cloak, smered in centaur blood, the cloak hung to his body even more. Even leaping in the river did not put out the flames. Placed on a funeral pyre, Hercules died, and was taken to Mount Olympus to live with the gods forever.
Enough about Mephistopheles and Hercules, I am not here to teach this blonde beauty mythology, I’m here to try and save her from the australian demon, the man she calls “Drake Hunter”. The man she “sought out” to end her several-month urge for sexual relations with another human being. I felt sorry for her. If only she knews what I knew. If only she could see what I see when I look at Alexander. She has no idea, no idea what-so-ever of what Alexander is capable of.
I stand beside my desk, typing away at my keyboard, creating a new virus that I hope would bypass Alexander’s new security systems he had downloaded onto his computer several days ago. Oh how I enjoyed this little secret war we had, the real one was out there in the ring ... but I quite enjoyed our back-and-forth of me hacking his computer and him trying to stop me by downloading the latest and greatest security.
I began to whistle. (♪ssssss-sssss-ssssssssss, ssssss-ssss-sssss, ssssss sss-sss-sss sew sss-sss sew, ssss ssss ssssssew sew-sssew ssssew, seouwz sew sew-sa-seew-saew-siew seeew, sew-sew♪)
As Electra began to move, I hear the noise of her handcuffs clanking against the radiator attached to one of my walls, a wall that I had decorated with clocks counting down randomly and photos plastered around them, photos of Alexander, Johnny Clash, Rage, Electra, Alyssa, Stytch, Metallica Evans, Rye Payne, Apostle Kried, Will Turner, Carl Farmer and the Madison Twins, Jessica and Hannah. Electra eventually awoke to see me stood in front of her, just now finishing the virus I had been working on for almost a week now. I call it the “frankenstein virus” because it merges his files with other files, ruining them and making all of his precious photographs, videos, video games, documents and even his internet absolutely useless. This should force him to gain another computer.
I had gotten changed out of my normal H4ck3r costume, replacing it with a strange black and dark red foreighn jacket and hoodie combo with black persian-style trousers, a red belt with a silver skull belt buckle and bare feet. I was also wearing three different necklaces, all of unknown meanings, if they had meanings to them at all.
A new mask was positioned beside me. I had crafted it myself, I was quite proud of my accomplishment, making my own mask. It was quite similar to the style of kabuki masks you might discover in Japan but also had features upon it which gave off the impression that ancient egypt and indian cultures also contributed to the mask’s final design. It was a half head face mask which had the average eye, nose and mouth holes but also was designed to show facial features, not nessesarily my own, but I designed it to allow people to see me as more ... human. The mask had various designed upon it, implemented by my careful hand, a hand that had painted many things before, everything from my house to a beautiful painting of a loved one, I had a steady hand indeed.
I had implemented an Eye of Horus type feel to the eyes, placed a red dot in the center of the forehead and painted a careful Japanese theatre type design to the mask. I think my obsession with other cultures is getting out of hand. Oh how I wish I was born in Japan or Ancient Egypt, too bad I grew up in an English-speaking country. Doom the inniquity!
However, this mask was purely made as a sub-mask, just in case Alexander or any other fool would get a chance to rip off the paintball mask. This would hide my identity. Unlike such idiots like “The brain grenade” Stytch, I do wear a mask to hide my identity, not for fashion purposes and to look “freaky”. Damn that fool and his disrespect for mask-wearers. May the almighty gods strike him down for his idiocy and disgrace and humiliation to the lucha libre community. He is no luchadore, but only an insignifficant fool with extremely serious mental health issues. I read his tweets, he calls people “poodle-bummer” and “badass-badger-face”, I think he should be tested for drugs. God knows what he and Alexander get up to on their little dirty adventures. They make me sick.
As I continue typing away, creating the codes to bypass the security of Alexander’s computer, Electra began to gasp and attempt to pull away, trying to sneak out to the elevator positioned in the middle of the room, trying to get away unnoticed. She then finds herself handcuffed with her left hand tied to my radiator, she is trapped here. She tries to pull off the handcuffs with her feet against the radiator, but she is only successful in hurting her wrist. I turn around and walk over to one of many computer chairs positioned around my lair. I sit in front of her, holding the key to her ‘cuffs in one hand and a small bottle of fluid in the other. I place the objects on the nearest table and pull myself forward to her with my legs.
H4ck3r
“Don’t pull, you will only hurt yourself even more.”
Electra spits at me, the saliva landing on the left side of my paintball mask. Under the mask I pull a face of disgust but soon calm myself down and remove the saliva with my sleeve.
H4ck3r
“Disgusting.”
Electra
“Let me go you prick!”
H4ck3r
“My apologies, please relax. Can I offer you a beverage or perhaps something to ease your hunger?”
Electra takes a moment to think, still looking annoyed.
Electra
“Fine. What do you have?”
I pull out a KFC bag and pass her some popcorn chicken, fries and pepsi. I also take out my own food and reveal a compartment in the mask which allows a slot to slide down, allowing me to eat small bits of food whilst being forced to wear the mask. I shove a few fries and popcorn chicken into my mouth before taking a quick sip of pepsi and gazing at Electra who is able to see my smile before I pull the mouth slot back up.
Electra
“Why are you smiling?”
H4ck3r
“No reason. It’s just good to have a nice peaceful dinner with someone whilst I’m dressed like this. It’s very strange ... but it’s also nice.”
Electra
“So what are you gonna do to me? If you try anything funny I’ll knock you the fuck out.”
I laugh for a moment.
H4ck3r
“Why does it always come down to threats? You never let anybody in do you? You’re always so pushy.”
Electra pulls a face as if to say she agrees with what I just said.
Electra
“I don’t push everyone away.”
H4ck3r
“True. You let in the one man that you really shouldn’t ... literally.”
Electra looks annoyed as soon as I mention Drake Hunter.
Electra
“Why do you hate him? What has he ever done to you?”
I stand up, turn to my side and help Electra up to her feet before standing close to her and pointing at one of the photos on the wall. It’s of a teenage girl, roughly 14 years old. The photo looked like a genuinely old photo.
Electra
“Who’s that?”
I turn my head, the mask stares blankly into Electra’s eyes but her line of sight is soon drawn to a tear that floods from the mask and down into my neck. She looks genuinley worried.
Electra
“Hack? ... Are you crying?”
I turn away and walk further away from her, trying to distance myself.
Electra stands there, holding her hands together. She is just about close enough to pat my on my shoulder only moments before she says the three words I’ve been waiting to hear for a long time.
Electra
“It’ll be alright.”
I look around, stare at her for a moment ... but then take a step back as Electra swings for a punch. She tried to trick me.
H4ck3r
“Oh, the girl is fiesty I see.”
Electra
“Damn right she is!”
H4ck3r
“Just like the girl in the photo, she was just like you, you know.”
Electra looks back at the photo, her face turning from an expression of anger to an expression of intrest.
Electra
“You knew her?”
I take a seat back in my chair before answering, diverting the answer away from myself slightly.
H4ck3r
“Alexander did too.”
Electra pulls off the photograph, taking a closer look. I soon pull away the photo from his boney fingers and place it back on the wall. She simply gazes over at me with an adoring look in her eyes. I noticed the muscles around her lips and cheeks were moving slightly, from years of studying psychology and body language, I could tell she was trying to negate a smile. Whether she knew what she was doing or not is anyone’s guess. Point was ... at least one tiny little bit of her enjoyed my presence.
Electra
“What are you going to do to me?”
I take a while to reply, remembering the smile that became before the question. This woman has a dirty mind indeed. I would normally claim she was a slut by now ... but I’ve got a feeling she’s just as mentally screwed up as I was. None-the-less, I wouldn’t be “doing” anything to her.
H4ck3r
“Warn you, one last time ... face to “face”.”
Electra
“I’m not going to just roll over like a newly bought puppy and follow you blindly. If you are in fact here to save me and the rest of NYCCW from Drake, prove to me that you’re not the villain. I refuse to take advice from a man who runs around wearing paintball gear.”
H4ck3r
“I’m sorry, I cannot divulge into my history too much. Let’s just say I’m a vicious creature of the night driven by the need to end Drake Hunter’s career and an uncontrolable lust for brutally attacking him along with anybody else stupid enough to get in my way.”
Electra
“I understand that .... sort of ... not really. What I really don’t understand is why.”
H4ck3r
“Drake cost me something dear to me and I’m not going to let him do the same to anybody else.”
Electra
“Just tell me what he did!”
I go into an uncontrollable rage, knocking Electra down to the cold hard floor. As I realise what I have done, I instantly regret my actions. I calm myself down and attempt to help Electra up to her feet, only to be pushed away by her.
Electra
“Stay away from me! ... and stay away from Drake. Please. Leave us alone.”
I look over to Electra, pull myself up to my feet and begin to slowly walk over to her, holding my hand in a fist. Just as I’m about to let out my anger on her once more, a photo blows out from my pocket and into Electra’s hands. She takes a quick look at it before I snatch it away and place it in my pocket once more.
The picture showed two young boys playing in a garden. One with dark brown short hair and the other with a lighter shade of brown short hair.
Electra smiles.
Electra
“So at least I know you’re a father. How old are they?”
I gaze down at Electra.
H4ck3r
“They’re not mine.”
Electra
“Oh ... so you’re either a pedophile or your girlfriend is a slut.”
H4ck3r
“It’s of Alexander ... and somebody else. It doesn’t matter.”
Electra
“Awrh, Drake looked so cute as a kid.”
I watch on, pulling an annoyed facial expression under the mask.
Electra
“Was the other boy you?”
H4ck3r
“That wasn’t a boy.”
Electra
“Oh ... my bad. Who was she?”
H4ck3r
“Same girl you saw in the other photo.”
Electra
“On the chat room you told me “who says I’m even a man?” or something like that ... is that you ... in the photos I mean.”
I stare on at her, unresponsive.
H4ck3r
“I’d stay out of mine and Drake’s business if I were you.”
Electra smiles.
Electra
“Oh my god, that’s totally you!”
H4ck3r
“(♪grunt♪)”
Electra
“Did he break your heart or something? ‘Cause I got a few guys I could set you up with. You’ll get over him in no time. I know this one guy, don’t ask how I know this, but he’s got a massive -”
Before she continues, I hold my hand over her mouth and tell her to shut up, she licks my hand in order to get me to remove it.
Electra
“Bleurhk! You taste funny.”
H4ck3r
“(♪grunt♪) I am NOT a girl.”
Electra
“Oh. So ... who are you then?”
H4ck3r
“I am he who rides the pale horse, the man in black, the Azrael/Anubis of NYCCW, the father of time, the shadowed horseman, the dark companion, the angel of death and the dark savior of NYCCW. I am H4ck3r.”
Electra
“But there has to be someone behind the mask. There has to be a face behind the chaos.”
H4ck3r
“There isn’t. There is no “other”, only H4ck3r.”
Electra
“Okay, I’m freaked out, can I go now?”
H4ck3r
“... no. Do you wish to know the true reason I brought you here?”
Electra nods with a worried look on her face, I can only imagine what she thought I meant.
H4ck3r
“Every “Joker” needs his “Harley Quinn” and since Metallica is being .... unreliable and proving to be a waste of my time, perhaps somebody of a little more intellectual equality can join my cause.”
Electra
“You want me to help you end my boyfriend’s career? Not going to happen, buddy.”
I drop my head, disappointed.
H4ck3r
“Shame. What we could have achieved would have been beautiful ... just like you.”
I stroke my fingers through Electra’s hair, flowing down to her cheek. I touch her gently but she pushes me away, almost in tears that I had touched her in that way. I smirk underneath the mask.
H4ck3r
“Hmmm ... still reluctant. That’s fine, I’ve got plenty more chloroform.”
I turn around to grab the drugged rag as Electra yells out in fear.
Electra
“Please don’t! I ... I ... I can’t be hurt like that again ...”
I turn around again, confused at what she meant.
H4ck3r
“Relax, I’m taking you home. I’m not a rapist.”
Electra calms down slightly.
Electra
“How do I know I can trust you?”
H4ck3r
“Because the key’s been in your reach all the time we’ve been speaking ... and I plan to keep watch on you until you awake back in the alley, got to make sure no homeless Bosht’eters take advantage of a beautiful woman like yourself.”
Electra reaches for the key, finding what I was saying to be true. She uncuffs herself and watches over at me as I stand on the opposite side of the room, relaxed and holding the drugged rag sprinkled with chloroform. I stood there, slowly walking towards her as she accepted her fate and allowed me to take her back to the place we had originally meant to have met.
I whisper a line from the hindu scripture, the bhagavad gita. My favourite line and also my favourite quote. I whisper this line from the hindu scripture slowly, lovingly and softly into her ear whilst she once again quickly falls under the spell of the magical effects of chloroform. I actually really hoped she had never had an experience with chloroform before, god knows what sick twisted individuals like Alexander Krossa would do with a drugged up beautiful girl.
H4ck3r
“Vishnu tried to pursuade the prince to do his duty and so to impress him, took on his multi-armed form and said “now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds“”
I remember reading the part of the bhagavad gita, oh how I remember the day that quote popped into my mind.
Prince Arjuna hesitatated to attack the enemy with his army; Vishnu, in the incarnation of Krishna, encouraged him, and motivated him by explaining how the world works, with reincarnations, Brahman, Maya etc. Arjuna asks to see Vishnu in his "cosmic", i.e. real, form, a wish that is granted. The overwhelmed Arjuna asks:
Tell me who are You in such a fierce form? My salutations to You, O best of gods, be merciful! I wish to understand You, the primal Being, because I do not know Your mission.
The Supreme Lord said: I am death, the mighty destroyer of the world, out to destroy. Even without your participation all the warriors standing arrayed in the opposing armies shall cease to exist.
Therefore, get up and attain glory. Conquer your enemies and enjoy a prosperous kingdom. All these (warriors) have already been destroyed by Me. You are only an instrument, O Arjuna.
Bhagavad Gita, chapter 11, verses 31-33.
I gaze down at the sleeping Electra and hold her in my arms, stroking an eyelash off of her cheek.
H4ck3r
“May the gods protect you ... from the fiery wrath ... of my revenge.”
END
He charms and enchants those unlucky enough to encounter him, tricking women into sleeping with him and giving up their very spirit just to be with the handsome, charming Australian demon in angel’s clothing. Alexander Krossa is both powerful and dangerous, able to control the minds of those around him, and play with their heads, making them do whatever he wishes with just one witty joke and a sparkling-white smile that the ladies so desperately yearn for. Oh how I loath Electra. If only she could see Alexander for what he really is: An Australian Demon.
I am no heroic Hercules by any means, I know this, I know I am not the hero type but I must at least try to prevent Alexander from enforcing his rule over all of NYCCW. I am by no means comparing myself to Hercules, he was a hero, I ... am rather more of a savior, I save people, doesn’t mean that I have to be the hero of this tale, it just means I don’t wish for this great company to be burnt to the ground just like Hercules on the day of his death, burnt with the poison of centaur blood as his wife tried to win his heart back from another woman, Deianeira, horrified at her husband’s tragic end. The cloak burnt like the heart of satan himself and the harder Hercules tried to rip off the cloak, smered in centaur blood, the cloak hung to his body even more. Even leaping in the river did not put out the flames. Placed on a funeral pyre, Hercules died, and was taken to Mount Olympus to live with the gods forever.
Enough about Mephistopheles and Hercules, I am not here to teach this blonde beauty mythology, I’m here to try and save her from the australian demon, the man she calls “Drake Hunter”. The man she “sought out” to end her several-month urge for sexual relations with another human being. I felt sorry for her. If only she knews what I knew. If only she could see what I see when I look at Alexander. She has no idea, no idea what-so-ever of what Alexander is capable of.
I stand beside my desk, typing away at my keyboard, creating a new virus that I hope would bypass Alexander’s new security systems he had downloaded onto his computer several days ago. Oh how I enjoyed this little secret war we had, the real one was out there in the ring ... but I quite enjoyed our back-and-forth of me hacking his computer and him trying to stop me by downloading the latest and greatest security.
I began to whistle. (♪ssssss-sssss-ssssssssss, ssssss-ssss-sssss, ssssss sss-sss-sss sew sss-sss sew, ssss ssss ssssssew sew-sssew ssssew, seouwz sew sew-sa-seew-saew-siew seeew, sew-sew♪)
As Electra began to move, I hear the noise of her handcuffs clanking against the radiator attached to one of my walls, a wall that I had decorated with clocks counting down randomly and photos plastered around them, photos of Alexander, Johnny Clash, Rage, Electra, Alyssa, Stytch, Metallica Evans, Rye Payne, Apostle Kried, Will Turner, Carl Farmer and the Madison Twins, Jessica and Hannah. Electra eventually awoke to see me stood in front of her, just now finishing the virus I had been working on for almost a week now. I call it the “frankenstein virus” because it merges his files with other files, ruining them and making all of his precious photographs, videos, video games, documents and even his internet absolutely useless. This should force him to gain another computer.
I had gotten changed out of my normal H4ck3r costume, replacing it with a strange black and dark red foreighn jacket and hoodie combo with black persian-style trousers, a red belt with a silver skull belt buckle and bare feet. I was also wearing three different necklaces, all of unknown meanings, if they had meanings to them at all.
A new mask was positioned beside me. I had crafted it myself, I was quite proud of my accomplishment, making my own mask. It was quite similar to the style of kabuki masks you might discover in Japan but also had features upon it which gave off the impression that ancient egypt and indian cultures also contributed to the mask’s final design. It was a half head face mask which had the average eye, nose and mouth holes but also was designed to show facial features, not nessesarily my own, but I designed it to allow people to see me as more ... human. The mask had various designed upon it, implemented by my careful hand, a hand that had painted many things before, everything from my house to a beautiful painting of a loved one, I had a steady hand indeed.
I had implemented an Eye of Horus type feel to the eyes, placed a red dot in the center of the forehead and painted a careful Japanese theatre type design to the mask. I think my obsession with other cultures is getting out of hand. Oh how I wish I was born in Japan or Ancient Egypt, too bad I grew up in an English-speaking country. Doom the inniquity!
However, this mask was purely made as a sub-mask, just in case Alexander or any other fool would get a chance to rip off the paintball mask. This would hide my identity. Unlike such idiots like “The brain grenade” Stytch, I do wear a mask to hide my identity, not for fashion purposes and to look “freaky”. Damn that fool and his disrespect for mask-wearers. May the almighty gods strike him down for his idiocy and disgrace and humiliation to the lucha libre community. He is no luchadore, but only an insignifficant fool with extremely serious mental health issues. I read his tweets, he calls people “poodle-bummer” and “badass-badger-face”, I think he should be tested for drugs. God knows what he and Alexander get up to on their little dirty adventures. They make me sick.
As I continue typing away, creating the codes to bypass the security of Alexander’s computer, Electra began to gasp and attempt to pull away, trying to sneak out to the elevator positioned in the middle of the room, trying to get away unnoticed. She then finds herself handcuffed with her left hand tied to my radiator, she is trapped here. She tries to pull off the handcuffs with her feet against the radiator, but she is only successful in hurting her wrist. I turn around and walk over to one of many computer chairs positioned around my lair. I sit in front of her, holding the key to her ‘cuffs in one hand and a small bottle of fluid in the other. I place the objects on the nearest table and pull myself forward to her with my legs.
H4ck3r
“Don’t pull, you will only hurt yourself even more.”
Electra spits at me, the saliva landing on the left side of my paintball mask. Under the mask I pull a face of disgust but soon calm myself down and remove the saliva with my sleeve.
H4ck3r
“Disgusting.”
Electra
“Let me go you prick!”
H4ck3r
“My apologies, please relax. Can I offer you a beverage or perhaps something to ease your hunger?”
Electra takes a moment to think, still looking annoyed.
Electra
“Fine. What do you have?”
I pull out a KFC bag and pass her some popcorn chicken, fries and pepsi. I also take out my own food and reveal a compartment in the mask which allows a slot to slide down, allowing me to eat small bits of food whilst being forced to wear the mask. I shove a few fries and popcorn chicken into my mouth before taking a quick sip of pepsi and gazing at Electra who is able to see my smile before I pull the mouth slot back up.
Electra
“Why are you smiling?”
H4ck3r
“No reason. It’s just good to have a nice peaceful dinner with someone whilst I’m dressed like this. It’s very strange ... but it’s also nice.”
Electra
“So what are you gonna do to me? If you try anything funny I’ll knock you the fuck out.”
I laugh for a moment.
H4ck3r
“Why does it always come down to threats? You never let anybody in do you? You’re always so pushy.”
Electra pulls a face as if to say she agrees with what I just said.
Electra
“I don’t push everyone away.”
H4ck3r
“True. You let in the one man that you really shouldn’t ... literally.”
Electra looks annoyed as soon as I mention Drake Hunter.
Electra
“Why do you hate him? What has he ever done to you?”
I stand up, turn to my side and help Electra up to her feet before standing close to her and pointing at one of the photos on the wall. It’s of a teenage girl, roughly 14 years old. The photo looked like a genuinely old photo.
Electra
“Who’s that?”
I turn my head, the mask stares blankly into Electra’s eyes but her line of sight is soon drawn to a tear that floods from the mask and down into my neck. She looks genuinley worried.
Electra
“Hack? ... Are you crying?”
I turn away and walk further away from her, trying to distance myself.
Electra stands there, holding her hands together. She is just about close enough to pat my on my shoulder only moments before she says the three words I’ve been waiting to hear for a long time.
Electra
“It’ll be alright.”
I look around, stare at her for a moment ... but then take a step back as Electra swings for a punch. She tried to trick me.
H4ck3r
“Oh, the girl is fiesty I see.”
Electra
“Damn right she is!”
H4ck3r
“Just like the girl in the photo, she was just like you, you know.”
Electra looks back at the photo, her face turning from an expression of anger to an expression of intrest.
Electra
“You knew her?”
I take a seat back in my chair before answering, diverting the answer away from myself slightly.
H4ck3r
“Alexander did too.”
Electra pulls off the photograph, taking a closer look. I soon pull away the photo from his boney fingers and place it back on the wall. She simply gazes over at me with an adoring look in her eyes. I noticed the muscles around her lips and cheeks were moving slightly, from years of studying psychology and body language, I could tell she was trying to negate a smile. Whether she knew what she was doing or not is anyone’s guess. Point was ... at least one tiny little bit of her enjoyed my presence.
Electra
“What are you going to do to me?”
I take a while to reply, remembering the smile that became before the question. This woman has a dirty mind indeed. I would normally claim she was a slut by now ... but I’ve got a feeling she’s just as mentally screwed up as I was. None-the-less, I wouldn’t be “doing” anything to her.
H4ck3r
“Warn you, one last time ... face to “face”.”
Electra
“I’m not going to just roll over like a newly bought puppy and follow you blindly. If you are in fact here to save me and the rest of NYCCW from Drake, prove to me that you’re not the villain. I refuse to take advice from a man who runs around wearing paintball gear.”
H4ck3r
“I’m sorry, I cannot divulge into my history too much. Let’s just say I’m a vicious creature of the night driven by the need to end Drake Hunter’s career and an uncontrolable lust for brutally attacking him along with anybody else stupid enough to get in my way.”
Electra
“I understand that .... sort of ... not really. What I really don’t understand is why.”
H4ck3r
“Drake cost me something dear to me and I’m not going to let him do the same to anybody else.”
Electra
“Just tell me what he did!”
I go into an uncontrollable rage, knocking Electra down to the cold hard floor. As I realise what I have done, I instantly regret my actions. I calm myself down and attempt to help Electra up to her feet, only to be pushed away by her.
Electra
“Stay away from me! ... and stay away from Drake. Please. Leave us alone.”
I look over to Electra, pull myself up to my feet and begin to slowly walk over to her, holding my hand in a fist. Just as I’m about to let out my anger on her once more, a photo blows out from my pocket and into Electra’s hands. She takes a quick look at it before I snatch it away and place it in my pocket once more.
The picture showed two young boys playing in a garden. One with dark brown short hair and the other with a lighter shade of brown short hair.
Electra smiles.
Electra
“So at least I know you’re a father. How old are they?”
I gaze down at Electra.
H4ck3r
“They’re not mine.”
Electra
“Oh ... so you’re either a pedophile or your girlfriend is a slut.”
H4ck3r
“It’s of Alexander ... and somebody else. It doesn’t matter.”
Electra
“Awrh, Drake looked so cute as a kid.”
I watch on, pulling an annoyed facial expression under the mask.
Electra
“Was the other boy you?”
H4ck3r
“That wasn’t a boy.”
Electra
“Oh ... my bad. Who was she?”
H4ck3r
“Same girl you saw in the other photo.”
Electra
“On the chat room you told me “who says I’m even a man?” or something like that ... is that you ... in the photos I mean.”
I stare on at her, unresponsive.
H4ck3r
“I’d stay out of mine and Drake’s business if I were you.”
Electra smiles.
Electra
“Oh my god, that’s totally you!”
H4ck3r
“(♪grunt♪)”
Electra
“Did he break your heart or something? ‘Cause I got a few guys I could set you up with. You’ll get over him in no time. I know this one guy, don’t ask how I know this, but he’s got a massive -”
Before she continues, I hold my hand over her mouth and tell her to shut up, she licks my hand in order to get me to remove it.
Electra
“Bleurhk! You taste funny.”
H4ck3r
“(♪grunt♪) I am NOT a girl.”
Electra
“Oh. So ... who are you then?”
H4ck3r
“I am he who rides the pale horse, the man in black, the Azrael/Anubis of NYCCW, the father of time, the shadowed horseman, the dark companion, the angel of death and the dark savior of NYCCW. I am H4ck3r.”
Electra
“But there has to be someone behind the mask. There has to be a face behind the chaos.”
H4ck3r
“There isn’t. There is no “other”, only H4ck3r.”
Electra
“Okay, I’m freaked out, can I go now?”
H4ck3r
“... no. Do you wish to know the true reason I brought you here?”
Electra nods with a worried look on her face, I can only imagine what she thought I meant.
H4ck3r
“Every “Joker” needs his “Harley Quinn” and since Metallica is being .... unreliable and proving to be a waste of my time, perhaps somebody of a little more intellectual equality can join my cause.”
Electra
“You want me to help you end my boyfriend’s career? Not going to happen, buddy.”
I drop my head, disappointed.
H4ck3r
“Shame. What we could have achieved would have been beautiful ... just like you.”
I stroke my fingers through Electra’s hair, flowing down to her cheek. I touch her gently but she pushes me away, almost in tears that I had touched her in that way. I smirk underneath the mask.
H4ck3r
“Hmmm ... still reluctant. That’s fine, I’ve got plenty more chloroform.”
I turn around to grab the drugged rag as Electra yells out in fear.
Electra
“Please don’t! I ... I ... I can’t be hurt like that again ...”
I turn around again, confused at what she meant.
H4ck3r
“Relax, I’m taking you home. I’m not a rapist.”
Electra calms down slightly.
Electra
“How do I know I can trust you?”
H4ck3r
“Because the key’s been in your reach all the time we’ve been speaking ... and I plan to keep watch on you until you awake back in the alley, got to make sure no homeless Bosht’eters take advantage of a beautiful woman like yourself.”
Electra reaches for the key, finding what I was saying to be true. She uncuffs herself and watches over at me as I stand on the opposite side of the room, relaxed and holding the drugged rag sprinkled with chloroform. I stood there, slowly walking towards her as she accepted her fate and allowed me to take her back to the place we had originally meant to have met.
I whisper a line from the hindu scripture, the bhagavad gita. My favourite line and also my favourite quote. I whisper this line from the hindu scripture slowly, lovingly and softly into her ear whilst she once again quickly falls under the spell of the magical effects of chloroform. I actually really hoped she had never had an experience with chloroform before, god knows what sick twisted individuals like Alexander Krossa would do with a drugged up beautiful girl.
H4ck3r
“Vishnu tried to pursuade the prince to do his duty and so to impress him, took on his multi-armed form and said “now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds“”
I remember reading the part of the bhagavad gita, oh how I remember the day that quote popped into my mind.
Prince Arjuna hesitatated to attack the enemy with his army; Vishnu, in the incarnation of Krishna, encouraged him, and motivated him by explaining how the world works, with reincarnations, Brahman, Maya etc. Arjuna asks to see Vishnu in his "cosmic", i.e. real, form, a wish that is granted. The overwhelmed Arjuna asks:
Tell me who are You in such a fierce form? My salutations to You, O best of gods, be merciful! I wish to understand You, the primal Being, because I do not know Your mission.
The Supreme Lord said: I am death, the mighty destroyer of the world, out to destroy. Even without your participation all the warriors standing arrayed in the opposing armies shall cease to exist.
Therefore, get up and attain glory. Conquer your enemies and enjoy a prosperous kingdom. All these (warriors) have already been destroyed by Me. You are only an instrument, O Arjuna.
Bhagavad Gita, chapter 11, verses 31-33.
I gaze down at the sleeping Electra and hold her in my arms, stroking an eyelash off of her cheek.
H4ck3r
“May the gods protect you ... from the fiery wrath ... of my revenge.”
END
