Don't mess up in life, that is impossible right?. Except what if I told you it wasn't?, that the specific sentence refers to simply not being a scumbag?, an unlovable monster?, that if you don't become that then you won't mess up in life so badly that others harm you?, well one would expect others to be good right?...no…wrong, the world we live in doesn't function like that, you could say revenge is the most vital and useful tool in life to stop them. Is that a sad and cold truth? Yes it is, is it clinical? Yes that too, although that is to be expected of life. So now the game of revenge and torture~begins.
He walked from his office, a doctor. A great man is what one would expect well-if he wasn't an absolute piece of trash, that is a better way of phrasing it than using curse words, reserved for later on really. The parking lot has individual soft orange lights above each parking slot, round lights if specifics are needed, the parking lot is so dim that it might as well be dark, he huffed turning on a flashlight-the button on his phone, convenient right?. Humans always use what is convenient, especially him, the farther he goes the darker it gets, odd the lights weren't dimming at all.
What he didn't notice was the faint flickering the lights had signalling that the lights were dimming, it was such a subtle thing that it is impossible to blame him for missing it. He walked to the left side of his car, his car sleek and white, he fumbled with his keys muttering a few curses now and then, he dropped the keys foolishly. Despite being a doctor that should have great grip it still occurs, "They say that young men don't die at a young age often…well typically…lets see if that truth holds-if it is a truth to begin with doctor" the voice cold, authoritative, soft and nonchalant lacking in the typical emotions that voices have, before the doctor could turn around a strong swing to the head was taken. By the unknown man, next the doctor was carried to another car not the sleek white car the doctor has-
He opened his eyes, blinking from the sudden increase in light contrasting greatly to the dim parking lot he was at earlier but now?...where is he actually?, he has no idea. His eyes grew accustomed to his surroundings, it was a rich looking room, all white sociopathic guy he thought. The wallpaper white, the tile floor, a milk white, the room only has a chair that he is currently sitting on and a table with some items on it, for what? He has no idea.
The only distinctly different colour in the room apart from the tile floor is this portrait, it is of a woman. He isn't sure if it holds significance or if any at all but at least it is something to look at, she wears a white dress, blonde wavy hair, emerald green eyes, a gentle smile and a flowery background, a couple of trees, some grass with a chequered white and red picnic blanket, the sky has a few clouds on it. The doctor sighed looking at a mirror hanging on the right wall, where he is looking at.
He sees himself, a young male in his twenties-twenty six to be exact, already making quite the name for himself. He has light brown hair, up to his neck, a strand of hair on the left side of his face, hazelnut eyes, black framed glasses, 'Richard…ah yes me here for some reason' he thought to himself. Richard, the man's name, is confused in particular as to why there is a mirror in front of him, after a second he notices a faint cut on his left cheek he traces it delicately with his left hand's index and middle finger. It was a clean cut he presumes, based on how smooth his skin is, he probably wouldn't have noticed that at all if the lighting wasn't so intense in this room, it was a clear sign. From the kidnapper-or should he or she be referred to as a grown adult kidnapper, amused by the thought he thinks of that, busying himself on seeing what exactly the adult-napper could have cut off.
Richard comes to the conclusion that the kid-right-apologise for that, "adult-napper" as Richard put it, had cut off this ugly scar he had. Now don't ask why he has-well had the scar, for Richard wouldn't have said so, perhaps the adult-napper will?. After a while of feeling his skin where the scar had been the same cold, authoritative, nonchalant and emotionless voice spoke again, this time with wry amusement and fascination of some sort, professional, as well as-despise?.
"Doctor Richard, or as I shall simply call now-Richard, for you would certainly lose your position of work if the allegations were to be proven. Which in fact, they might, however I would…how to put this?-..." the voice hummed to himself, some rather "upbeat" classical music playing in the background, really it was melancholic to match the mood, "upbeat" to the voice it seems "Ah yes!, consider compromising with you good sir…'he softly sneers' if-that is what you are I may add". Richard dislikes whoever this man is but he has to compromise as well, seeing that whoever this mysterious man is has control over him at the moment.
"Very well then, may I ask what you would be willing to compromise about?", the voice darkly chuckled as if humoured by his assumptions, the voice soft and condescending "No-no-no, I said-and I will paraphrase-'Consider compromising with you'. Consider an important word which is the reason for the emphasis on that specific word, you must have noted that already though smart doctor".
"Fine! Consider! Whatever the case!" Richard snapped, aggravated, the voice chuckled once more "Oh-don't be so aggravated in such a short amount of time, now about the fact that I might consider compromising-" "So?! Get on with it!". The voice now slightly annoyed growled slightly chuckling some more "Don't interrupt me, I most definitely don't care about your pathetic life. All you have to do is listen, not interrupt me, obey what I say and that is it. So fucking shut up and listen to me doctor, understood or must I torture it into your feeble mind?" Richard flinched at the voice, a voice he was flinching because of a voice "Fine, why don't you show your face anyway? Since you aren't a coward".
The voice laughed darkly, "Oh so now you try and miserably fail at intimidating me?" the voice leans on his office desk outside of the room Richard is in, it is at the end of the right hallway to the right of a turn, very far away actually. Their back straight while they lean on their arms, their right arm over their left arm, they wear a black dress jacket, black tie, white dress shirt, black dress shoes, black dress pants, their glasses with white framing. The mysterious man speaks into a speaker in front of him, his eyes gazing at the centre computer screen showing from a camera on the framing of the portrait, the portrait on the right wall besides Richard's right side, there are more individual cameras, one showing the entrance, many others showing torture items and products, as well as some other unknown locked rooms of course, "Even though I have you at my every whim, my every command. You are helpless, face it, pathetic, now listen and obey to what I say. In your best interest that I don't lose interest and fascination in you, I won't show my face when it is unnecessary and-foolish of me to do so, simple as that and who knows?. If you leave-and there is an emphasis on if mind you-then you could easily report me and no-no-no! We can't have that now can we?...well I can't have that, that is".
Richard didn't like at all how the voice talked to him like he was an experiment to the voice, just a little play thing. The fact that the voice emphasised the words, "I", "Command", "If" and "Lose" so blatantly, nonchalantly and calmly also unnerved him, it sounded so odd. "Okay, I will obey you like you said it. So what on Earth am I supposed to do?" the man smirked behind the screen, "Glad you asked. All you have to do is escape-" "Easy enough-maybe use those items on the table?" he muttered to himself staring at the table, "-Now now, not so fast. Love the rush and urgency, always increases how enthralling and intriguing it is; however, I highly recommend that you listen to the instructions I will say as soon as you listen, that is". Richard stopped looking at the items on the table and picking them up.
"Oh…yeah sure, so what are the instructions?". He heard the man clear his throat, "I have placed clues all around the room, so what you have to do is find those clues, solve it and have the means to escaping from the torture device you have placed on you. There are videotapes to aid you along the way, just tips you could say, the videotapes won't be found easily though" he nodded listening to the man's voice, "Wait a second…torture device?!". "Ah yes, that phrase. Well yes a torture device, now to sooth the curiosity riling inside you, I will tell you what it is and what it shall do". Richard nodded feeling himself, where is that torture device? He thought.
"It is on your chest, I figured putting it there would inflict the most amount of pain without disrupting your nervous systems so easily", Richard felt his chest and just like the man said there is a torture device there "Hold on. Back up. You said that you figured putting it there would inflict the most amount of pain without disrupting my nervous systems so easily, what exactly was the first option?". "Your back-it would screw up your spinal cord too quickly that your sense of touch would have been lost, it would have been your entire back so I opted for your chest-next best thing is the phrase". He was horrified at the thought, his back and spinal cord getting screwed up, the other question he has he doesn't even want to know.
How it would have messed his back up, it brought him chills how calmly and blatantly the man said it. "I could give further details into how it would have done it, it is quite interesting". "No!-no! Just don't! You sicko!". The man feigned disappointment "Oh…a pity really, well these are my rules you have to play by so-I still will tell you anyway. So the gears of the torture device would have made the torture device enclose your back, not that bad right? Well no-it still has the sharp point of knives on it, those would have stabbed your back-and spinal cord, combining that with the torture device squeezing your back it would have snapped it and the knives also would have broken it, I made it specifically strong enough to do that. However, I realised that it would have been too quick even if I slowed it, so now it is on your chest like I explained earlier".
He gaped his right hand over his mouth, he said muffled "You sicko! My God!", the man shrugged, "Better get on with it doctor, the mirror you see on the right wall has a timer that will allow you to take track of time. Not that it will help but it could hurry you up before the torture device fully crushes your chest". Richard nodded, at that moment the mirror changed to black, a digital time there. The numbers flashing dark blue. All sero's for now,"Why am I here?. I didn't have the time to ask earlier".
"That will be answered now, with a video-" before he could ask the mirror changed from black to a lab, the digital time gone as well. The video began, it showed him getting out of work not before smuggling drugs-all that you can think of, except there is one large difference. The drugs are highly dangerous, the type that after taking two pill or whatever form the pill is then the person most likely dies, "-of course one could argue that you are just taking them for testing-or something else equally as logical but watch this-" Richard is shown walking across the sidewalk on the left side, he sees a guy standing there that looks at him interested. Richard walks to the man, next Richard does business with the man, "-there it is, the reason you are here. You are a wicked man doctor-doctor how could you?.Well.That is why I am doing this, certain people need certain lessons-you being one of them, revenge is what I like to call this. Revenge against you since no one else will. Revenge against what you do. Revenge against the harm you do to others, I may be a 'sicko' but I am not one to inflict pain without need which you do, you may have messed up in how you spend your life but don't mess up on this, it will be costly if you do".
Richard nodded, the screen turned black and the digital time resumed on the screen. "The time shall begin now, how you do it and what you do is up to you although I can imagine that you will do what you can to escape and "calmly" or as calmly as you can with a torture device on you". Once the man stopped talking the time started, Richard immediately looked at the items on the table, a screwdriver, a crowbar, a chain, some handcuffs, a metal pole and this substance in a glass tube. He thought about this, looking at the portrait of the woman, it would be illogical that the painting itself has what he needs however the back of it might. He grabbed the portrait and took it off of its hanging place.
Turning it around against the wall he saw some screws on each corner plastered across in a line as well, five in a row for each corner. He also saw boards on it as well, the screws mostly covered by the boards. Richard turned around and walked to the table, he picked up the crowbar and walked back to the portrait. He settled the portrait on the ground, he started prying the boards out of the portrait, he did manage to take out four of them, there were seven in total so now there are three left.
While he tried to pry off the thirf board the crowbar hook ripped off completely, he groaned in frustration throwing it far away it skidded to the left wall, he kicked at the broken hook of the crowbar it bounced off the wall in front of him and landed behind him. He looked around for some more clues, all that remained was the now broken crowbar, the portrait that he still hasn't fully pried off the boards stuck on the portrait nor the screws on the portrait, the screwdriver that is practically useless now, the chain, the handcuffs, the metal pole and the substance in the glass tube. Oh and the chair and table not that they would have worked anyway to help him. Richard glanced at the time on the mirror, it read "00:12" in bold dark blue.
He looked around for a bit the next time he looked at the clock and it hadn't passed that much time just for a while the time read "00:25" it was going faster than he thought, too fast. He urgently looked around for a clue, anything. "Better hurry up, I have other things to attend to. Ohhh maybe that should be blue? It would match the attire-however if it is then the upper portion would have to change, hm…oh right you! Well hurry up-the torture device will do its thing at some point". He sighed exasperated, pulling at some of his hair "Yes I know!". He looked at the time "00:35" he was about to keep looking when he gasped, feeling something poke at him-it felt like he poked himself with a needle.
He quickly lifted his shirt, crumpling it. His eyes widened seeing blood trailing down, the sharp points of knives that the man had stuck on the contraption was digging into him…wait! It is digging into him! Frantically he tried ripping it off with the screwdriver, the remaining part of the crowbar-some of it broke, the chain to see if that could do something, the metal pole and finally the substance in the glass tube-whatever that was. However nothing worked, he felt his eyes water.
He is going to die, he can't do anything. He sat at the right side of the table, leaning his back against the left leg, the table is horizontal. His legs near his chest, he put his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, he muttered to himself sobbing "I can't die now, I don't want to. I tried so hard yet it is futile. I am going to die and that is it-because of some guy I don't know that did this twisted game of his. I am going to die, I would have changed-so that I don't have to endure anything like this ever again but no. I can't change now it is too late, this is it, my life is done, all I wanted and hoped for is gone, this is it-my life has come to an end at the hands of someone I don't even know!. Why!-why the fu!-no why should I swear?, there is no point…fuck it I am swearing-why the fuck does it happen!-I know I am a bad person but I was going to change but now I can't!" he sobbed, his body shaking.
His hands filled with tears, his throat tight from the crying. He winced feeling the sharp pain shooting at him, he had let his shirt be lifted up won't matter in a while anyway. The blood poured out, his chest getting squeezed tightly, at some point he wailed out in pain gasping for air feeling it prick his lungs, he sobbed out in pain and despair and sadness, blood dripping out of his mouth while he coughed some more up. After the torture machine squeezed his ribcage, he gritted his teeth howling in pain, he held his face tightly shaking, his eye sight going blurry from tears and lose of blood, his throat tighter now, the blood seeping through the gaps of his teeth. He weakly gasped for air, after...it happened.
Richard's eyes widened, letting out a sharp gasp. A loud sudden crack was heard, his blood pouring out wildly, his lungs pierced and the contraption soaked in blood all over it, his eyes softened slowly, his body relaxed, his arms draping down. He coughed up blood, coughing again and again violently. His head resting on the leg of the table, his legs slightly less unbent, he saw everything blurry. Everything looked fuzzy, his mind barely thought straight, 'I-I am dy-...death…sad…I am dying…I-...I hate this…fuck this I-I am-...going to just close my eyes and let this happen if-...I-...am even able to'. He yelled his question, best he could since his voice is soft and weak "Hey! One-one fi-final question…before I-I di-die…" "Come again?". He sighed saying louder "I-I have one fi-final question be-before I-I di-die…".
"Oh! If you say so!", a microphone lifted up near him, the ground below it open where the microphone had come from. Richard asked through it "This place…is it yours o-or did you-...just manage to get it? And are you rich?". "Ah good question, now this place isn't exactly mine per say but technically yes. And about whether or not I am rich?-well you can decide, probably am". Richard nodded with a sad smile covered in blood, "Sure-thanks-for that at least…answering my questions before I-...die…thanks for that at least" "Your welcome, well after you die I will clear up the area well except for your body, Adieu à ce qui pourrait être après la mort" ("Farewell to what may be after death").
"Merci même si c'est à cause de toi que je suis là, au moins tu as répondu à ce que je voulais savoir et ne va pas ruiner mon corps" ("Thank you even if it is because of you that I am here, at least you answered what I wanted to know and won't ruin my body"). "Oh well, ruining your body is rude even if you are a bad person-all I seek is revenge for those that you harmed, that is unnecessary adieu". Richard nodded, soon his body was fully relaxed and his eyes glassy. The blood dripping, the man walked in the room, the man first went over to the crowbar and looked inside taking out a note that would have let Richard know that he would have to break the leg of the chair to find a hammer to break the boards more efficiently. The man does that, taking out the hammer, next he breaks the boards the portrait has boarded to it, then he unscrews the screws kneeling on his right knee.
The man removes the back of the portrait, inside is a videotape that if Richard had managed to listen to would have let him know that at the centre of the room he had to use one of the items that were on the table. If Richard had managed to figure it out he would have used the glass tube and poured the substance on the centre of the room it would have broken it, the man does that. He then uses the metal pole to pick at the black tar substance to lift up the final item needed, a box. He manages to lift it slightly and shove it to the right side of the narrow space, finally the man flung the chain inside, fixing it up so that it is near the back of the box, he activates this button on the chain it ties it up and he reels it in. The man grabs a cloth wiping it down, opening it up he takes out the key-there it was the whole time, right at the centre of the room. He puts it in his pocket, the man shoves the items in a big brown bag, he might use it later. The man uses products to clean the area, he leaves a video recorder on the table with a videotape to its right side. He walks out of the room, the door shutting shut and the lights turned off-
9:00 pm
Wailing sirens would have been heard by the man and Richard if Richard hadn't died and the man hadn't left, they quickly and smoothly park their cars all in one line. They walk inside a laboratory, it is a famous one and highly proclaimed to be the most advanced one there is, someone had used it and they think they know who. They rush inside, guns at ready, once inside they go into one room and see the dreadful sight of Richard.
"Killed in a lab, ironic really", one cop mentions looking around. They knew it was the merciless killer-well torturer really, the one that had been up to this for a while now, the one they named-"Vulture killer"-he has been known to let the bodies sit there for a long time, dead bodies. Hence the part "vulture" and killer because-well that is self explanatory, the lead policeman sighed looking around as he walked near the video player and inserted the videotape. "So you have failed yet again,-" "Yeah we did!-ugh cocky guy!" one policeman huffed, "-I am not doing this for no reason at all, bad people do deserve revenge against them. A favour you could say, for all of you. This man as such was selling drugs that could kill others after taking two of their pills or items that the drug was fabricated into, now this is important. For each investigation you hold to either figure out who I am or what death has occurred thanks to me-or who I may torture next then 'his voice rises in anger and hatred' I swear to God! I will make sure you don't no matter how and whatever you do will be futile!-You hear me?!. Of course you do, you always listen to the videotapes, it is futile to do this whatever you try will fail…'he laughs darkly saying softly' that is all, have fun with your useless searching-remember what I said". The videotape whirred to a stop.
"Damn, he gives me chills. The way he says things and the anger in his voice!", the head policeman nodded another saying "I hear ya' true-true". They looked for evidence but found none, as usual they didn't find fingerprints and the body only had the contraption, they carried the body out and took off the contraption by sawing the middle part off that was in front of his chest.
11:12
Adrien rushed to the doorway, "Father! Did you see the news?!" Gabriel looked at Adrien "Yes I have". Adrien nodded thinking about that, he never thought that would happen, Gabriel sits at his office desk typing away at his computer, "Father…why do you think the guy does that?, torture and kill I mean". Gabriel thought it over, "I am not sure. What I do know is that I want you to be safe, although the 'Killer' hasn't killed anyone young or has done anything wrong to anyone young one can't be certain of that, understood?" Adrien nodded, "Yeah…fine father…will do-bye dad" Adrien did notice one thing, his father is wearing different clothes than usual, black dress jacket, black dress pants, white dress shirt, black tie, black dress shoes he still of course have the same demeanour as usual "Father why are you wearing those sort of clothes?". Gabriel kept typing, not looking up, "There is this event I will attend later today, it seems that you are most likely able to attend as well. If so then it would be good if you do attend as well", Adrien nodded he didn't want to attend but-if so then he will, Adrien left saying "Bye father", "Bye Adrien".
Gabriel looked at Nathalie who was nearby the door, hidden in a way. "Nathalie I already see you, come here please". She nodded and walked in front of him, "What is it sir?". "I want you to keep an eye on Adrien, make sure nothing can happen to him-he does have his bodyguard but you know how he is, always managing to distract the bodyguard and leave the bodyguard behind when Adrien wants to. This is just to make sure he is fine is all" she nodded, that was understandable with the killer around that has crazy torture devices no wonder Gabriel would want her to-to keep his son safe.
Nathalie was about to leave, he stood up "One more thing, whatever report or news there are, inform me of them. Telling me which channel or what to see it on is enough, one sort of things specifically though", she felt a bit uncomfortable of what it might be for, sure his tone was clam and cold and nonchalant as usual but with a hint of wry amusement and sternness that she never heard in his voice before.
"What specific thing sir?", he smirked cruelly "Well, about the killer is all. The crime scenes. The crimes themselves. All of it, 'he sits down again, arms crossed in front of him, right arm on top of left' you do understand the simple request, don't you?" she shyly nodded "Yes sir-I-do". He grinned "Good, now you may leave. That is all" she left wondering what was going on in his mind. Gabriel once again carried on with his work while the police carried on with their investigation and the killer…still not caught.
A/n: I would appreciate it if you leave reviews on it so that I can make it better and more. This is inspired by SAW but with my own touch to it and with different elements (I think). Hope you like it, also on who the killer may be (I intended on them being anonymous). If it is obvious then that is a pity really, but hey at least it makes it intriguing and allows me to write interesting scenes. I tried my best on this (Like usual)-and also tried to make the revealed way to take of the torture device at least rather clever, not trying to boast or flaunt my skills at all just to make it interesting and immersing to read (in a way). Hope you like it!.