Warning: Dark, Yaoi
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"..." = dialogue ; '...' = thoughts
Monstra sunt in genere humano
Monsters are a part of the human race
The term "Monster" derives from the latin word monstrum , meaning "memento" or "omen",
and from the word monstrare, "to show/display",
and monere , "to warn, admonish".
The sun was high up over the city of Dresden when Doktor Tenma looked down on the central station. He had to wince at its brightness that hurt his eyes. Restless, he looked at the pedestrians and travelers that passed by. He couldn't get the things that had happened yesterday out of his head. Yesterday he had seen him again. But he was neither human, nor some kind of other person. He had seen the Monster. And the Monster had looked back at him.
The Monster, that's what they called him, had no name, no identity, no past and no future. He seemed to be human, but what he really was, was evil. Even thinking about him made Tenma shake in his guilty conscience.
Kenzo Tenma used to be a neurosurgeon, working at Eisler Memorial Hospital in Düsseldorf. He was brilliant, and many people called him rightly a genius. But he was different than the other doctors working there. They had said that the people in this world just weren't equal. Losing a patient because of an order of the hospital's department director, who was also the father of his fiancé, he came into a crisis of conscience. It had just been wrong. He could have saved his patient if they would have let him. Tenma was not just a brilliant surgeon, but he was also a loving and sociable person whom everyone would like. And he was gentle. That was exactly the reason why he couldn't forgive these corrupt doctors.
So, when one day a boy with a gunshot wound on his head was brought in, and he was called to operate on the town's mayor just as he wanted to start the operation, Doktor Tenma couldn't abandon the boy. He was sure that if he operated on him, he could save the boy, but if it was the other doctor that should stand in for him, the boy's chances of survival were slim. And he didn't want to be as corrupt as the other doctors there. Wasn't a doctors job to give life to all people equally, whoever they were? No, Doktor Tenma had to be right, every human had a right to life, so they should! He wouldn't let his John Doe die. So he turned down his operation on the mayor.
He saved the young boy's life. And the mayor died. No, Doktor Tenma had let the mayor die to prove his point, and although it nagged on his conscience, he knew his principle was right. While he was sitting next to his sleeping young patient, Johan Liebert, whose life he had saved in exchange for the mayor's, he let his emotions take over and screamed. He was right! And corrupt doctors that only had capitalism in their heads, doctors like them were better off dead!
His parents had died that night, and his sister Anna was alive and unwounded, brought in with Johan into the hospital, being in a state of shock. Then, he had not known what he had done, and what would happen because of his words. But now he knew. The young boy had been awake. Johan Liebert had been awake.
The Monster had been awake.
And the Monster was hungry. And he had heard the doctors words. So he had found prey. Soon, Heinemann and other doctors in Tenma's way were mysteriously murdered. They had been killed with poisoned candy. And then his twin sister Anna and he had disappeared from the hospital, leaving the confused Doktor Tenma behind. He could never have guessed that the young boy was the Monster.
But now he knew better. One night, nine years later he had met him again. He hadn't seen his expression while he did it, but Johan had killed right in front of Tenma's eyes. He shot Doktor Tenma's patient and walked past him with a gentle smile on his face. Even his voice had been gentle, no, this person was almost fragile. But it didn't change what he was.
He was a serial killer, a sociopath, a Monster.
And everything was Tenma's fault. Johan had told him that it was thanks to him that he was there, that he was more grateful to him than to any other person. Johan's life was Tenma's sin. He had saved a Monster who killed without a wince, an ice-cold killer that left no emotions at his scenes of crime, like a demon.
He wouldn't stop killing. He would never stop. As long as Johan lived, people died through his hands. Tenma couldn't let that happen anymore. He had to end all of this. He had to kill Johan Liebert.
With that in mind he had gone to the book donation ceremony of the Vampire of Bayern, Hans Schubert in the library in Munich. He had sneaked in the day before with a rifle and waited the whole night anxiously. And then the moment came. After one year, he saw him again. Johan Liebert stood at the side of the stage, looking up at the orator.
When Tenma at Johan while aiming at his head, he saw the faint, gentle smile on his face, and he couldn't do it. He didn't look like a Monster, he looked entirely human. He got more and more nervous, and his hands began to shake. He could not pull the trigger at this man, this fragile figure, this smiling face. Even though he knew it was a monster and that he had to end it, he just couldn't do it.
At the moment of realization a man had snuck up at Tenma and attacked him. It was Robert, one of Johan's henchmen, and though a chain of events it came down to a situation where they both had a gun in their hands and aimed at the other. But this guy before him wasn't a normal person. He, too, was a killer, and he wouldn't hesitate to shoot. Remembering his teacher's words, there was only one thing for Tenma to do. Shoot. Twice, to be sure that the bullet hit its target. The first bullet tore itself through the man's shoulder, blood splashing out of the wound. The second one was a critical hit. Since Roberto fell off the balcony he couldn't check where the man had been hit with the second shot, but he didn't have to know that to know that he had killed the man.
When Johan had pointed at the floor with his hand, it was the signal to start the fire in the library. They were locked in, and couldn't get out. When the people realized, that they were doomed to burn in these flames, panic broke out and they all scattered, clinging to their lives, trying to save themselves.
They were like ants in the fire, so pathetic, it was laughable. This was still not enough. Johan wanted something different. Then Mr. Schubert, who had always doubted the perfect "Johan" asked: "Is that all you wanted to do? Are you satisfied with simply presenting this image of hell to me, the same way you showed things when you read books to me?"
Hearing the flame's cracking noise everywhere around them he continued with his head bown to the ground:"Wasn't your aim to become my replacement?". Pausing for a moment with a faint smile on his face he answered:"I decided against that. Something else came to mind."
Johan bowed down to the height of Schubert's wheelchair and looked at his charming inferno. "You're not scared, are you?"
Ignoring the question Schubert finally asked what was on his mind for a while:"Where did you come from? WHO are you?"
At this question, Johan stepped in front of Mr. Schubert and put both of his hands on his cheeks, bringing his face so close that their noses where almost touching. "Can you see me? Even though you can barely see, if I get this close to you…"
"Can you see what is reflected in my eyes?" His pupils widened at that rhetoric question, Johan was directly staring in the old man's eyes. Mr. Schubert saw. And what he saw and heard filled his eyes and mind with terror. "I was born in a fairy tale country. So many people were dead. I was walking through that place, holding hands with my other half."
"It was, as if we were the only two left in the world. We didn't have names." At this point, Mr. Schubert's hands started to shake violently with fear. His eyes...what this man's eyes reflected was...!
At this moment, they heard footsteps between the cracking noises of the flames, and the burning and creaking bookshelves falling to the ground. He, Tenma came running towards the stage, a gun in front of him. He had just shot the door open for the people that were closed in with them. Tenma came to a halt a few meters in front of the stage.
Then he directly looked him in the eyes. Johan was standing besides Schubert and calmly gazing at him, with his usual faint smile on his face. Knowing now what he had to do, Tenma drew his gun and aimed at him. And Johan began to move and go towards him, climbed down the stage, and came closer to the doctor...step by step. Fear filled Tenma...why was he walking towards him?! A man with a gun pointing at him! But he didn't stop. And then, Johan pulled his left hand forth and pointed with his forefinger directly at the center of his head, as if saying:"Shoot here. Shoot me in the head and don't miss."
Tenma was shocked at this gesture. He couldn't shoot. What was wrong with this guy?! Then, when he tried to shoot again, he was interrupted by a familiar scream. Suddenly, Anna, alias Nina Fortner, Johan's twin sister stood next to Mr. Schubert, pointing a gun at her brother: "Don't! You mustn't shoot, Doktor Tenma!"
"Nina?!" With anger in her face she was aiming at her brother. "Don't, Nina!" Her expression just became grimmer, and so he realized it was no use to try to stop her. "Shit!", Tenma turned around, pointing at the back of Johan, who had passed him. He was standing engulfed by dark smoke, surrounded by a sea of flames, and turned back to look at him.
PENG a gunshot went past Tenma. "Don't shoot, Nina!". PENG , PENG, PENG, another three shots went. Tenma turned around: "Stop!" and then saw the disaster coming. The heavy curtains of the stage began to loosen above Nina and Mr. Schubert. At this point Tenma began to run towards them. It was inevitable. They would be buried by them! "Nina!!", Tenma shouted and ran faster, but it was too late.
Still he had later managed to pull the two of them out and to carry her and the professor to the others that he had helped escape. While he was carrying Mr. Schubert, he had told him to go to the central train station in Dresden and wait for his son Karl to deliver a message.
And so he had come here, to Dresden, and was standing on the top of the roof of a high building next to the station, where he could look down at the crowds that were coming in and out of it. And he had already spotted the man that seemed to wait for him there. But he couldn't make a move now, not without making sure that he had not been followed by the police.
He had to watch out and wait for at least two days, before he could approach him. This gave him a lot of time to think about things. And he muttered the question that bugged him most:"Why...why couldn't I kill him?!"
'Really, why?! He killed so many people, and I know that and still...I couldn't pull the trigger. Why does it have to be this way? I had, no, have to end this! Or more people will die.' While thinking this, suddenly Johan appeared before his inner eye. 'That look...that look in his eyes. What s wrong with it? It is neither completely mad, nor a gentle look. It is...calmness. As if he was waiting..but for what?'
"Aargh, dammit! Why can't I get this look out of my head?!". No matter how much he tried to think of pulling the trigger, he couldn't, not even in his mind. He wouldn't allow it. His eyes wouldn't allow such a thing.
These thoughts slowly drove Tenma into despair. "Just what is wrong with me?!"
- to be continued-
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