I am wanted by the government for inciting violence, murder and terrorism. With bookofdaehler.com down, thousands of freedom fighters go without a voice. This cannot stand but what am I to do?
I am nothing but a man. A man manipulated by government and when I fought back, when a man who deserved to die died by hands influenced by my voice ....I should be ashamed, but I’m proud. I know now that no one will be hurt again by Jebediah Trust. If I die tonight, and nothing else happens, This is what matters. I saved countless children from his grasp...but if I’m going to go out in a blaze of glory, I’m taking one last man with me.
Congressman Brian Poe.
Caffeine and nicotine addled senator whose parents bought him into Congress, also accused rapist. Though the charges were dropped...
That female intern, Danica Daehler, was my sister. She’s dead now. Knew too much.
This is not just a personal vendetta. Brian Poe has broken the law. He ordered the execution of a woman he raped and has offered nothing in return for her life. Not even an Apology. I intend to fix this.
“Is that you?” A shadowy figure approaches the congressman. He sits in his office, a luxurious recliner leaned back with a scotch on his desk and a cigar in the drink.
“How did you get in here and who are you?!” The politician asks. “I am but a shadow of my former self. I am a Drifter in a strange land. In short, I am your death” The visage smiles beneath his mask. All dressed in black with a smile faced mask on his face, a fedora atop his head. “Well, fine, kill me then!” The congressman laughs. Pressing the pager button, “Sarah, call security. Sarah? Sarah?”
“Sarah has the night off. I assure you she is not dead, I wouldn’t want another Secretary on your hands Mr. Poe.”
“Donald? Is that you?”
“Yes it is Brian.”
Taking a knife out of it’s holster, he walks to the congressman and as the man screams and flinches, he slices a thin cut along the Brian's hairline. Just enough to bleed.
“Thats it?” The man says, putting his hand on the small gash."You’re not going to kill me? This is just a small scar.” Brian continues.
“The blade is dipped in poison. You’re going to die a slow horrible death, your skin will boil and fall off of your very bone and you will smell of corpse rot. This poison is a toxin I had constructed by top scientists. Enjoy the rest of your life. Danica didn’t.”
A smoke bomb erupts and The Death Daehler disappears. As Brian chokes from the grey fumeless gas, he worries of whats to come.
The next day, Brian Poe, wearing a hat and sworn to secrecy by his victim’s brother, announced his resignation on live television. Claiming he had “seen too much”. He appeared to have green rotting skin with large red boils bursting all over the podium with a feverish disgusting white substance.
During the speech, he fell over dead. His last words were “My jaw! My jaw!”.
“Hi I’m Donald Daehler. Obviously there are many questions to be answered, so let me start with the biggest one...who am I?” The Masked Figure asked on his second television broadcast....
“The CIA, STRIKE, FBI and other bureau’s of investigation will have no record of me. I worked for them all however as a man seeking data. We were called “Drifter’s”. Virtual hitchhiker’s on the information highway, If we caught a ride so to speak, our job was to catalog our experience and go to the next person....Of course these are advanced terms and jargon, essentially I listened to innocent peoples conversations and reported back to my boss what they said. That is a breach of security that is unacceptable in this day and age.” The man continued...
“Obviously it was never my intent to see a grown man killed...Jebediah Trust was my boss in alot of ways and I feel some people such as Orion Savage may misconstrue what happened as a personal vendetta, or that I was out to kill this man. Such is far from the truth, I merely released names of prominent corrupt wall street executives and business men who played a role in the “Drifters” project to the public, what the public did with the knowledge is neither here nor there.”
“As for my opinions on other candidates? I am aware of things that Orion Savage would like you to believe are different than they really are in his personal life. I have never taken cocaine, I am not on the run from any law enforcement and I am happy to cooperate with authorities in any way I can. Quite frankly I think he is a small man in a big suit, I am not afraid of him in the slightest...I mean my entire consciousness has been uploaded to a computer before so as to seek out knowledge as a trained virtual reality assassin, I’m supposed to be afraid of that guy? Heh.”
Donald laughed before finishing his second broadcast....
“It is been brought to my awareness that the CIA needs blood samples for my candidacy to be in effect. I have sent a mailer to branch headquarters with three vials of my G Negative blood type....In closing, I will tell you my policy on mutants is very stable, they are human beings,, and are to be treated with respect. I promise you, my only intent is to bring peace but as the old saying go’s...you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet.. “
The broadcast ended with an eerie message at the bottom of the screen...