Weekly chapter of "YOU NEED A HERO". enjoy!
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Less than a month after the murders, the city was close to hysteria, fearing the “One hit killer”: He was in all papers, most of times stories of people who allegedly meet and survived to tell the tale. Police had to investigate all possible witness but all were attention whoring nut jobs. Radio and TV also had a poor record of people who pretend to know the killer, but the real problem was the internet: Leaked photos and record, and even official reports flooded the net, in blogs, spam, chain mail and dozen of web sites claiming to belong to the killer, or to his spokesman, the Hammer head. Soon it become a political scandal, once “Hammer Head” exposed the posture of the city authorities to ignore all the previous attack. Accused of negligence, the mayor put all police force on the fire, and some heads were cut, but only of sacrificial lambs.
Josh and Sammy were on the first line of heads to be cut, but the reports exposed how they were forced to let go of the case, what made them untouchable before the public eyes, but even keeping their jobs, they didn’t escaped unharmed: Several accusations of misconduct and selling information were made and internal affairs rained over them.
After they proved to be innocent, the harassment begun to stop, but they still were deemed un-reliable, and once more they got swapped off the investigation. On the paper they were part of a “task force”, but reality was different, they were sent in pointless missions, to investigate obviously false evidences and testimonies. Josh, a practical man, kept below the radar, but Sammy had a whole different understanding of the situation, and frequently would enter verbal fights with the higher ups, as usual.
That afternoon a meeting on city hall between law officers, the mayor and city’s representatives begun at close doors.
The mayor was under heavy fire from everyone but the police, to which he delegated all responsibility on the “errors” and “misunderstandings” on the investigations, but was clear to all that his position was more and more threatened. After the meeting, he returned to his office, dodging reporters, and spoke with his secretary, a man called Vincent.
-Those jackals are eating me alive! Damn, I won’t make to the elections next month if it stay like that! Fucking police, make them work harder! A man who kill at least two persons every night can’t be this hard to find!
-Sir, we already put any available resource in this task. To increase the man hunt, we would have to reassign police officers from other areas, like narcotics and …
-I don’t give a fuck! Do you hear me? Not a single fuck! Put those lazy fuckers on it too, my career is on the line, and I wont let a maniac with a knife bury my political future! Now go and make it happen!
Furious, the mayor throws the stapler against Vincent, hitting him on the arm. He apologized and left, the mayor was always like that, when dealing with his subordinates at close doors. Son Vincent was on his car heading to police headquarters to address in person to the chief of police.
-What? The mayor want us to drop any other case and focus only on the “one hit killer”?! Are you nuts!?!
-Please chief, it’s not me. It’s a direct order from the mayor, he thinks the “one hit killer” is a serious threat to people’s safety and that justify extraordinary measures…
-I’m not a moron, I know he is doing it to save his face in time for the next elections, but damn, crime raised 46% in the last year as our force shrunk almost 20%. We are already working at 200% of our capacity here! If I do it…
-Chief, you will do it or you will be kicked of the force. The mayor don’t want your excuses, he want results. There is no excuse to letting a murderer escaping with two kills every night, in the middle of town.
Vincent soon leave the chief and the police head quarters, but he don’t return directly to the mayor’s office first he stop at a medical office. The installation is an old mansion, beautifully kept, with pure white walls and golden details in all doors and windows, dark windows. Inside, only a couple of rich patients wait on a luxurious waiting room, Vincent go straight to the receptionist, who is already waiting for him. She open a door marked as “STAFF ONLY” and he enter with naturality. Soon he is sitting in front of a huge man dressed with a unspoiled white coat.
-Doctor Krane, things are going swiftly. I think we can inform our associates that police will be completely unstructured in the next weeks…
-They are not our associates; they are just pawns, PAWNS, with their wicked schemes and ignorance… Dover
-Ahead of you doctor, here, and an extra:
The fat man smiled.
-What it is?
-A pen drive with audio recordings from today’s meeting in city hall. The mayor sound completely lost and incompetent on it.
-It won’t compromise your cover?
-No. The room was crowded, anyone could have it recorded.
-Well done. Soon we will start phase three.
-Already?
The fat man laughed:
-Are you scared Vince?
-Not at all doctor. But after all this time waiting, it is… dazzling how fast things are moving.
-Indeed, but this speed work in our favor. The bait we served with the “Hammer Head” signature already brought the right players on the court.
-I see, Doctor… Aren’t you afraid they found you?
-To them I am dead. All they see is that some of my work survived. The only ones who know about what Hammer Head was really about were the Israeli, and the Mossad will never ever admit to reveal it to anyone. Now, son, enough talking: Go to the mayor, take this new dose of hormones and drugs, and make sure to increase the dose in mayor’s food in the following weeks.
-Yes father, I will.
The medic watches Vincent leave though the CCTV monitor and smile. He remembers with satisfaction how he managed to fool all his persecutors.
-Ah Vincent, my most reliable son. I should have manufactured two of you when I had the opportunity…Well; one is good enough for now.
Away from there, a man lifted weights. Over 140 kg on supine position, almost effortlessly. He didn’t count it, just did it as many times he could. A smile on his face reveled satisfaction and tranquility. He decided to stop, was getting late, and he need to take a bath and sleep before leaving for his night activities. He was very satisfied with the public response to his actions; people were already looking at him as a supernatural killer. The TV, turned on news channel, spoke about him all the time, suddenly, something grasp his attention on the screen:
-… Extra! We managed to acquire a video of the serial murder, as you can see, he seems to use a mask, or even holds some deformity…
An enhanced image of his face, well it truly didn’t made justice to his looks, but “deformity”? Ruffians, he would visit them tonight, and teach them some manners…
He was about to turn off the TV, when a cell phone ringed.
-Yes-He answered at same time he muted the news about some leaked mayor’s meeting.
-It’s hammer head.
He felt dizzy, as usual.
-What can I do for you tonight hammer head?
-Your fans are very excited with the developments, but they feel like it’s getting repetitive…
The killer froze, with his hands shacking and voice failing, almost bursting in tears, he asked again, despaired:
-No… NO..what thye want me to do? I will do! I can do more, I can do BETTER!!
-That’s the spirit! See, I see some suggestions from your fan pages… what they really want to see is see you killing some…Pigs! Those cops are unbearable and incompetent… I’m sure if you start killing cops they will love you again!
Calmer, with his eyes shinning, he just repeated:
-if I kill cops… they will love me again… I have to kill the PIGS and they will love me again!
On the other side of the line, a man called Dover
-Well, phase three, just like good doctor prescribed. Now let’s see how long this one can survive until they blow his brains off…
TO BE CONTINUED.
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