Victor was in his office when it happend. The world had shown its crual side to him. Why? Why them? What had they or him done to deserve such a fate. He had got a call from the police staeing his parents had died in a boating accident. He stood up from his desk and exited his office. He took no notice of his employes eyeing him. He walked out of the headquerters of his international company. He may have been an internatianal company's CEO,but he was no heartless greed.
Victor made his way the nearest bar. Drinking away his sorrows. He did not leave that bar fkr an entire week until he was booted out. He had to get a ride to get home that night. Decideing drinking was not enough, Victor went to gambleing to ease the pain of his parents death. Though he kept loseing, he kept on gambleing. One night he had agreed to a game against Oswald Cobblepot. Only for his opponent to cheat him out of everything he owned.
Decieding his life was useless, Victor made his way to Gothom Bridge. Looking down at the water below Victor felt that pinge of uselessness again. Then, a homeless man walked to him asking for money. Victor refused and looked back down. The man pulled a knife and demanded money. Victor refused again and the man rushed him with the knife. Victor saw this and grabbed the mans wrist and punched him in the jaw, causeing him to drop the knife. He saw the old mans dead eyes the noticed holes in his chest. The world around him was red then he looked down at the knife. He picked the knife up and looked at the homeless man "They are not evil...they are helpless. The world is useing their life to torture them to death. I'm not going to sit here and watch these...these "zombies" continued to be tortured. I will liberate you all!" He started to walk to the fear struck man and raised the knife. The man tried to studdle back but failed. Victor brought the knife down and started to stab the man. Leaveing hole after hole in his chest causing the knife and surronding footing to stain dark red with blood. He saw the lifeless form of the homeless man and smiled then proceeded to cut a mark in his arm. "Thats one...so far."
-Victor Zsasz