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Post by [The] Riddler on Aug 20, 2012 19:06:42 GMT -10
An abandoned warehouse, Gotham was full of them. The screams or horror couldn't be heard for miles --- it was the perfect destination for a new death-trap to be tested.
"I am; as fast as a cheetah, as shiny as a penny and as sharp as a mind --- what am I?"
The warehouse was once known as Gotham Canning Co. had closed a decade ago due to the stocks crashing. In the warehouse though --- a maze had been constructed, one that was designed with several green question marks pressed against the walls to be a reminder of where you were at.
"I hearrrr nooooo answer!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!"
"Heh, sure you do!"
"I JUST WANNA GO HOME! TO MY WIFE!"
"Then answer the riddle and you'll be free, scout's honor."
An elaborate PA System had been set up through the warehouse, supplying the sound of a ticking clock as well as the looped audio of the riddle being asked. The man stuck in the maze? He was an employee at WayneTech, unrelated to the man who died not too long ago via murder in his office. This was just another R&D guy that was at the wrong place at the wrong time and that made things easier for the culprit.
"It's quite simple to figure out, I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it! What am I; as fast a Cheetah, as shiny as a penny and as sharp as a mind?!"
The voice wasn't a looped recording, it was someone who was watching the situation unfold from a watch-room high above the maze itself. The individual stuck in the maze stopped trying and dropped to his knees. His once white dress shirt had been stained with blood from his lip and dirt from being dragged into his current whereabouts. His pants was dusty and torn --- his tie barely survived the trip as well.
"Now.. Now.. Effort is what drives this world! How can you expect to free yourself if you're not going to even try?"
The voice was sarcastic, he definitely took pride in what was going down below him.
"I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP MAN! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!"
"Ah, home. How sweet is the word, "home?" I once had a home too, Mister Caldwell. My home, it was for a lack of a better word- broken. So you know how I had to pass time? I involved myself into the Gotham Gazette's riddles. I'd get beat from Monday 'til Saturday, Sunday --- the annual edition of the paper came out and it allowed me solace..."
"What does this have to do with me!?"
"EVERYTHING!"
The sarcasm disappeared, replacing it was a bark of sociopath sounding tone, one that bared much hurt and anger.
"First you insult me and refuse to attempt my riddle --- as easy at it is, and now you want to play ignorant?!"
A light beamed down from above, it shined directly on the man who was on his knees with his head pressed into the ground. How long it'd been since he had food or water was unknown, but he'd meet who kept him there. The sound of a crank coming to life echoed through the warehouse as the man looked up, using his right hand to shield the light from his face. As he squinted, a figure stepped off of the elevator, the man rocked a pair of black designer shoes, a darker shade of green pants with black pinstripes decorating them.
"Who- Who are you!?"
With a cane in hand with absolutely no reason at all --- it seemed more of a decorative feature than something to aid his mobility, the man allowed the cane to tap against his own shoulder as he kept himself in the dark, minus his shiny shoes.
"Now that's a riddle worth answering, isn't it?"
The cane was stuck out of the darkness and pressed into the man's neck- piercing through his flesh as he let off a horrid scream, one that was ear-piercing to say the least.
"AOWWWWWWW- WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
Twisting the cane in the man's neck, laughter --- not normal laughter, but eerie laughter sounded.
".. That's another riddle worth answering.."
Stepping into the light fully, the man removed his darker shade green bowler hat, exposing a terrible scar that started at the top of his forehead and carved down towards the bridge of his nose --- in the form of a big question mark.
"I lost sight of who I was a long time ago ---"
"Huh- What?!"
Pressing the cane back into the man's neck, the man smiled as he placed the bowler's hat back on his head to mask the question mark scar on his forehead as he glared.
"Now since I answered you, answer me."
Yanking the cane out from the man's neck, the man in green placed the cane down on the ground and let it lean on his thigh as he brought both hands behind him, locking them together. Standing at attention, he let off a smirk.
"I take it as you'll pass?"
"A- I..!"
"There's no time to recite vowels Caldwell.. You fail."
"Huh- I said who are ya!?"
With a swift move, the man in green reached near his waist and pulled out a Smith and Wesson. Popping the man between the eyes, blood splattered as he tucked the gun back to where it had emerged from.
".. Someone you would never understand."
A pool of blood formed where the gunshot victim lay, that was as.. the man in green dipped his cane into the blood on the ground and moved towards the thin metal wall that was used to form a maze --- the maze they currently was in. Drawing a question mark with Caldwell's blood, the man in green sneered.
"Clowns.. Birds.. Gotham just wasn't complete without a breed of criminal that'd use his mind instead of his fist."
As the bloody question mark on the wall begun to drip down, the green clad man reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone --- taking a pic of Caldwell's fallen body. Dialing a number now, the man in green moved the phone to his ear.
"Hello? Yes, there's been a murder at the Gotham Canning CO warehouse.. How do I know? Well for starters.. What wears green, is smarter than you.. And kills to quench his thirst?"
With a few second delay, he put the phone on speaker and held it near his lips and fired a smile.
".. The Riddler.."
Dropping it on Caldwell's lifeless body, the man known as 'The Riddler' turned on his heels and left the murder scene as calmly as he approached it. Whistling an undetectable tune as he strolled off, a door was seen opening with Gotham's night storming through. As the door shut though, the voice on the other side of the phone could be heard..
"Sir? Sir?!"
KA-BOOM!
The warehouse blew into flames as sirens wailed in the distance. The Riddler strolled to a good vantage point and simply shook his head as he sighed lightly.
"Shrapnel.. And to think, that's an easy one.. Gotham City has absolutely no idea what's in store for it.."
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"I am; as fast as a cheetah, as shiny as a penny and as sharp as a mind --- what am I?"
The warehouse was once known as Gotham Canning Co. had closed a decade ago due to the stocks crashing. In the warehouse though --- a maze had been constructed, one that was designed with several green question marks pressed against the walls to be a reminder of where you were at.
"I hearrrr nooooo answer!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!"
"Heh, sure you do!"
"I JUST WANNA GO HOME! TO MY WIFE!"
"Then answer the riddle and you'll be free, scout's honor."
An elaborate PA System had been set up through the warehouse, supplying the sound of a ticking clock as well as the looped audio of the riddle being asked. The man stuck in the maze? He was an employee at WayneTech, unrelated to the man who died not too long ago via murder in his office. This was just another R&D guy that was at the wrong place at the wrong time and that made things easier for the culprit.
"It's quite simple to figure out, I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it! What am I; as fast a Cheetah, as shiny as a penny and as sharp as a mind?!"
The voice wasn't a looped recording, it was someone who was watching the situation unfold from a watch-room high above the maze itself. The individual stuck in the maze stopped trying and dropped to his knees. His once white dress shirt had been stained with blood from his lip and dirt from being dragged into his current whereabouts. His pants was dusty and torn --- his tie barely survived the trip as well.
"Now.. Now.. Effort is what drives this world! How can you expect to free yourself if you're not going to even try?"
The voice was sarcastic, he definitely took pride in what was going down below him.
"I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP MAN! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!"
"Ah, home. How sweet is the word, "home?" I once had a home too, Mister Caldwell. My home, it was for a lack of a better word- broken. So you know how I had to pass time? I involved myself into the Gotham Gazette's riddles. I'd get beat from Monday 'til Saturday, Sunday --- the annual edition of the paper came out and it allowed me solace..."
"What does this have to do with me!?"
"EVERYTHING!"
The sarcasm disappeared, replacing it was a bark of sociopath sounding tone, one that bared much hurt and anger.
"First you insult me and refuse to attempt my riddle --- as easy at it is, and now you want to play ignorant?!"
A light beamed down from above, it shined directly on the man who was on his knees with his head pressed into the ground. How long it'd been since he had food or water was unknown, but he'd meet who kept him there. The sound of a crank coming to life echoed through the warehouse as the man looked up, using his right hand to shield the light from his face. As he squinted, a figure stepped off of the elevator, the man rocked a pair of black designer shoes, a darker shade of green pants with black pinstripes decorating them.
"Who- Who are you!?"
With a cane in hand with absolutely no reason at all --- it seemed more of a decorative feature than something to aid his mobility, the man allowed the cane to tap against his own shoulder as he kept himself in the dark, minus his shiny shoes.
"Now that's a riddle worth answering, isn't it?"
The cane was stuck out of the darkness and pressed into the man's neck- piercing through his flesh as he let off a horrid scream, one that was ear-piercing to say the least.
"AOWWWWWWW- WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
Twisting the cane in the man's neck, laughter --- not normal laughter, but eerie laughter sounded.
".. That's another riddle worth answering.."
Stepping into the light fully, the man removed his darker shade green bowler hat, exposing a terrible scar that started at the top of his forehead and carved down towards the bridge of his nose --- in the form of a big question mark.
"I lost sight of who I was a long time ago ---"
"Huh- What?!"
Pressing the cane back into the man's neck, the man smiled as he placed the bowler's hat back on his head to mask the question mark scar on his forehead as he glared.
"Now since I answered you, answer me."
Yanking the cane out from the man's neck, the man in green placed the cane down on the ground and let it lean on his thigh as he brought both hands behind him, locking them together. Standing at attention, he let off a smirk.
"I take it as you'll pass?"
"A- I..!"
"There's no time to recite vowels Caldwell.. You fail."
"Huh- I said who are ya!?"
With a swift move, the man in green reached near his waist and pulled out a Smith and Wesson. Popping the man between the eyes, blood splattered as he tucked the gun back to where it had emerged from.
".. Someone you would never understand."
A pool of blood formed where the gunshot victim lay, that was as.. the man in green dipped his cane into the blood on the ground and moved towards the thin metal wall that was used to form a maze --- the maze they currently was in. Drawing a question mark with Caldwell's blood, the man in green sneered.
"Clowns.. Birds.. Gotham just wasn't complete without a breed of criminal that'd use his mind instead of his fist."
As the bloody question mark on the wall begun to drip down, the green clad man reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone --- taking a pic of Caldwell's fallen body. Dialing a number now, the man in green moved the phone to his ear.
"Hello? Yes, there's been a murder at the Gotham Canning CO warehouse.. How do I know? Well for starters.. What wears green, is smarter than you.. And kills to quench his thirst?"
With a few second delay, he put the phone on speaker and held it near his lips and fired a smile.
".. The Riddler.."
Dropping it on Caldwell's lifeless body, the man known as 'The Riddler' turned on his heels and left the murder scene as calmly as he approached it. Whistling an undetectable tune as he strolled off, a door was seen opening with Gotham's night storming through. As the door shut though, the voice on the other side of the phone could be heard..
"Sir? Sir?!"
KA-BOOM!
The warehouse blew into flames as sirens wailed in the distance. The Riddler strolled to a good vantage point and simply shook his head as he sighed lightly.
"Shrapnel.. And to think, that's an easy one.. Gotham City has absolutely no idea what's in store for it.."
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