"The cursed rise when innocence dies."
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The sound of static fills the room. Men watch the screen intensively as others work frantically to clear a signal. "What is taking so long? Are you sure this isn't just some sick bluff?" One asks another. "If it's a bluff, it's working. I still can't get that thing out of my-" The screen begins getting clear and the static eases down. "Quiet, idiot, the techies cleared it." The two men watch the screen as the technical experts finish unscrambling it.
The only thing visible in the dark of the room the video depicted was a man sitting in a chair facing the screen. He was strapped in, and his face was covered by a sack. "Is that-" the first man begins, before the other shushes him. The feed continues for a minute, before the sounds of a door opening is heard, followed by footsteps. Out from a apparent hall, another man enters. Clad in a bright white costume with a fitting mask, the man stands next to the victim, stares at the camera, and finally rips the sack off of his head. Both viewers bow their heads.
"Damn.. Jimmy...." One of the viewers says, wiping his forehead. Their captured friend had been badly torn up. A chunk of his cheek was missing, hit teeth visible through it, his head was shaved, and his forehead had been branded with the symbol they all were afraid of. Three crossing lines; the mark that had showed up on so many others in their organization recently. The two swallow it up before looking back up. The man in the mask tilted his head slightly before patting his victim on the head, waking him. "Say hello."The masked man said. The victim lifts his head in confusion, looking at the camera with dim eyes. Abruptly, the masked man lifts a pistol to his skull. "Not fast enough."
The gunshot rings, the viewers avert their eyes, and blood obscures the camera's view. Some time passes, and the camera is lifted, and wiped. The masked man examines the camera before putting back down. The victim's body lays to the side of the chair, in which the masked man takes a seat. "Hello. I'm sure that caught your attention. You'd be surprised how hard it is to get to have a little chat with one of you." He rubs his hands together eagerly. "Now, Let's get down to business."
"Who I am isn't very important, so if you thought you were gonna get that out of me I'm sorry to disappoint you. I am here to give you some advice. You should turn yourself in for your crimes. All of them, all the one's Jimmy here told me about, and all the one's you told me about. Go to the police, give up. It would be better for you that way. I'm sure you would be laughing if I hadn't sent you Jimmy's teeth in the mail, but you still don't believe me. I can tell. So I'm going to tell you a little secret- I'm not alone. I'm not the only person torn so backward by people like you. There are others, others just as willing to do what's needed to be done. The things that the police are too weak to do and what the capes are too proud to do. And I'm bringing them together. All the ones I can find. You might not be the first to end up in a chair like this one, but you won't be the last either. Give it some thought. Take your time."
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