Post by Black Mask on Aug 13, 2012 18:31:14 GMT -10
**Static...Static**
Coming to life in form of a gritty camcorder video we can see a group of men, six, tied up in chairs lined up alongside one another. The background looks really dingy, dirty, almost as if they're in a sewer. It's barely lit enough to see them. Bags covering their heads, feet tied together and hands cuffed behind their backs.
"Look familiar?"
**Static...Static**
We hear footsteps sloshing through water, leading us more to believe we are in some part of the underground sewer system. But this is no ninja turtle stepping in front of the camera. This is a man, showing his back to us, wearing a long leather black trenchcoat. He turns to face us with his head hung down hiding his face from the camera. Beneath that trenchcoat is what appears to be a very expensive black suit with a white shirt, slightly stained from blood splatter.
"You wanna pull strings?"
**Static...Static**
"You wanna play dirty?"
Several men step into the background now behind the tied up hostages, and they're all wearing rubber Nixon masks.
"This game...This game has gone on for far too long and I've sat by and I've ALLOWED you to just do as you please in my city. I've allowed this..."
The mysterious man raises his right arm, his trenchcoat and suit jacket being slightly lifted with his arm to reveal a black pistol in a chest holster underneath, but as he raises his arm his men hidden in the Nixon masks simultaneously pull the bags off of the hostages heads. The men, four of them are well known figures, politicians with a lot of sway. The other two, semi high ranking police officers who have been involved in quite a few questionable cases over the years. Duct tape covering their mouths, their faces are bruised and bloody. They've been badly beaten. The man, lifting his head slightly looking behind him, his face is still hidden, at this point mostly by the shadows. He turns to the side, covering half of his body in the darkness of the sewers as he looks on at his victims.
"Just when you had your pieces in position and so over eagerly called check mate. A new player slaps the board off the table. I'm not into playing games...if you catch my drift."
The man now reaches into his jacket, pulling out a pistol and pointing it at the politician on the far right, as soon as his arm is fully extended he squeezes the trigger putting a bullet directly between his eyes, killing him instantly. The gunshot echoes for several seconds leaving a deafening ring.
"Rodney Garrison, rest in pieces you dirtbag!"
Rodney's head falls straight back as a small bit of smoke starts rising from his open wound as blood trickles up his forehead.
"The FORMER district twelve representative. Now he represents the falsity of the protection Cobblepot promised for his ascent to power. Now it's a descent into the grave."
Quickly, and efficiently he puts three more bullets into the heads of the other three remaining politicians.
"Kevin Ross, Mike Maroney, Dwight Friar. Remember those names as you'll see them again on the Gotham news as men under the protection of Oswald Cobblepot. Protection? Even the ones protecting you aren't safe!"
Firing two bullets rapidly into each knee of one officer and another into the left eye of the other cop. The lone hostage still alive, he wasn't happy, in fact he was writhing in pain. Trying to scream through the duct tape as blood drains from his legs exiting his pant legs by his shoes forming puddles of red in the water below. The water...that began sizzling when hit with blood?
"Now my secret is out, what's about to happen to the identities of these men. Please, allow me, it's my pleasure to educate."
The man finally looking towards the camera steps forward, revealing himself to be wearing some sort of black metallic mask concealing his identity. He grabs the camera and points it down at the hostages feet. They're all sitting in metal chairs quarantined off in a square seperated from the rest of the room. The water within this square is sizzling, the hostages feet, completely melted off to the bone and lightly smoking still.
"What you're about to see is a demonstration of what is going to happen in twenty seconds."
One of the men wearing a Nixon mask steps into the scene holding a stuffed penguin and drops it into the liquid near the hostages, it just desintigrates into nothing in a matter of seconds.
"NOW! DO IT NOW!"
The men in Nixon masks in unison kick forward the chairs of the hostages planting their faces into the acid below. The lone victim still alive? Screams, relentless screams for the last few seconds of his life.
"I'm taking my God for saken city back, and I'm starting tonight!"
**Static...Static**
Coming to life in form of a gritty camcorder video we can see a group of men, six, tied up in chairs lined up alongside one another. The background looks really dingy, dirty, almost as if they're in a sewer. It's barely lit enough to see them. Bags covering their heads, feet tied together and hands cuffed behind their backs.
"Look familiar?"
**Static...Static**
We hear footsteps sloshing through water, leading us more to believe we are in some part of the underground sewer system. But this is no ninja turtle stepping in front of the camera. This is a man, showing his back to us, wearing a long leather black trenchcoat. He turns to face us with his head hung down hiding his face from the camera. Beneath that trenchcoat is what appears to be a very expensive black suit with a white shirt, slightly stained from blood splatter.
"You wanna pull strings?"
**Static...Static**
"You wanna play dirty?"
Several men step into the background now behind the tied up hostages, and they're all wearing rubber Nixon masks.
"This game...This game has gone on for far too long and I've sat by and I've ALLOWED you to just do as you please in my city. I've allowed this..."
The mysterious man raises his right arm, his trenchcoat and suit jacket being slightly lifted with his arm to reveal a black pistol in a chest holster underneath, but as he raises his arm his men hidden in the Nixon masks simultaneously pull the bags off of the hostages heads. The men, four of them are well known figures, politicians with a lot of sway. The other two, semi high ranking police officers who have been involved in quite a few questionable cases over the years. Duct tape covering their mouths, their faces are bruised and bloody. They've been badly beaten. The man, lifting his head slightly looking behind him, his face is still hidden, at this point mostly by the shadows. He turns to the side, covering half of his body in the darkness of the sewers as he looks on at his victims.
"Just when you had your pieces in position and so over eagerly called check mate. A new player slaps the board off the table. I'm not into playing games...if you catch my drift."
The man now reaches into his jacket, pulling out a pistol and pointing it at the politician on the far right, as soon as his arm is fully extended he squeezes the trigger putting a bullet directly between his eyes, killing him instantly. The gunshot echoes for several seconds leaving a deafening ring.
"Rodney Garrison, rest in pieces you dirtbag!"
Rodney's head falls straight back as a small bit of smoke starts rising from his open wound as blood trickles up his forehead.
"The FORMER district twelve representative. Now he represents the falsity of the protection Cobblepot promised for his ascent to power. Now it's a descent into the grave."
Quickly, and efficiently he puts three more bullets into the heads of the other three remaining politicians.
"Kevin Ross, Mike Maroney, Dwight Friar. Remember those names as you'll see them again on the Gotham news as men under the protection of Oswald Cobblepot. Protection? Even the ones protecting you aren't safe!"
Firing two bullets rapidly into each knee of one officer and another into the left eye of the other cop. The lone hostage still alive, he wasn't happy, in fact he was writhing in pain. Trying to scream through the duct tape as blood drains from his legs exiting his pant legs by his shoes forming puddles of red in the water below. The water...that began sizzling when hit with blood?
"Now my secret is out, what's about to happen to the identities of these men. Please, allow me, it's my pleasure to educate."
The man finally looking towards the camera steps forward, revealing himself to be wearing some sort of black metallic mask concealing his identity. He grabs the camera and points it down at the hostages feet. They're all sitting in metal chairs quarantined off in a square seperated from the rest of the room. The water within this square is sizzling, the hostages feet, completely melted off to the bone and lightly smoking still.
"What you're about to see is a demonstration of what is going to happen in twenty seconds."
One of the men wearing a Nixon mask steps into the scene holding a stuffed penguin and drops it into the liquid near the hostages, it just desintigrates into nothing in a matter of seconds.
"NOW! DO IT NOW!"
The men in Nixon masks in unison kick forward the chairs of the hostages planting their faces into the acid below. The lone victim still alive? Screams, relentless screams for the last few seconds of his life.
"I'm taking my God for saken city back, and I'm starting tonight!"
**Static...Static**