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- [ The Evil Demon ] [ By The Chief ]
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- The Evil Demon
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- Daniel made his way through the bushes that hid the back garden from
- the street. He looked carefully in each direction. The empty street was wet
- from the rain. It smiled in his face as the gum on his sneakers squeaked
- rhythmically with each step. Faster and faster. You could hear the alarm
- at least four blocks away, he thought, and increased his speed. He had to
- get to the other store! Ducking the branches and keeping out of light
- shining from the windows, he managed to reach the twenty four hour open
- store six blocks away in time. Enough to catch his breath.
- - Can I help you, the man behind the counter asked as he walked through
- the door. The man looked like he hadn't been sleeping for a week. Eyed
- Daniel from his shoes to his head with a suspicious look on his face and
- waited for a reply.
- - No. Thank you, Daniel answered and walked to the back of the store
- picking up a basket on his way, only to make sure that the owner would
- think he was there to buy something and nothing else. And he would buy
- something. But not yet.
- The man behind the counter watched him every second. Wherever he walked,
- the man's eyes nailed him. Daniel was used to this, but when he saw the
- man nervously pick up a shotgun from behind the counter in the mirror
- fastened to the wall, he knew it was time to get what he came for.
- - That'll be sixty five cents.
- Daniel paid and walked out the door, heading downtown. Heading towards
- a dump he called home. Avoiding the big streets. The briefcase he carried
- could always be a problem, but what thief would walk the streets drinking
- milk after a job, and what thief would be carrying a briefcase, huh, he
- thought, smiling under his baseball cap. He was pretty sure of himself,
- doing this so many times. Now, he knew which streets to take to avoid
- getting caught. Or robbed. Or killed for that matter. Though none of these
- streets had never been safe for anyone, he thought as he put down the
- briefcase on the kitchen table. Burglar or corporate official, you would
- end up dead in some back alley if you didn't watch your step. He walked
- over to the window and looked through the curtains to make sure no-one had
- followed him. The street looked empty. Just like always.
-
- The next few days he lay low, never staying at one place for more than
- twenty four hours. As always. It was a nice little business he had set up
- for himself. Four abandoned apartments to use, each within walking distance
- from each other, but still not close enough to make it easy for the cops.
- He never could remember how he had come to think of this simple, yet
- fruitful plan. But that didn't bother him. As long as it worked, he was
- happy. And it worked like a charm. Just pick out a random house at the
- outskirts of the city, though never within four blocks from a house he
- had hit the last month. Then, he had to find a store that was open around
- the clock, close enough to make it easy to get there, but far enough to
- avoid suspicions from the owner. Four blocks would fit the bill in most
- cases, but it was always a good idea to have a backup-store a few additional
- blocks away, in case something went wrong somewhere. After that, he had to
- figure out when the house was empty. He preferred when the owners were out
- of town, but never bothered to make a habit out of it, as, he figured, it
- would probably help the cops setting him up. The rest was a piece of cake.
- Crash the place at night. Fuck the alarms. The cops never made it there
- within the five minutes he needed to open the safe and get the good stuff
- anyway, and most alarms couldn't be heard more than two blocks away. The
- neighbors never had the guts to do anything but call the police. That's
- what the police had told them to do anyway. Thank you mr. policeman, he
- chuckled as he reached for the milk carton on the floor next to him. The
- next stage of the plan included getting to the store, staying there for a
- while, buy some milk, pay for it, and walk to one of his apartments
- drinking it. And finally, laying low for a few days, changing apartment
- every night, and never look or use any of the goods before the coast was
- clear. A week of hiding would usually be enough. It had never failed.
-
- Wednesday marked the end of his week this time, and he celebrated another
- victory by opening the briefcase. As always. Normally, he would fill it
- with jewels and money he found. Then sometimes, he just grabbed whatever
- was in the safe. This time was one of those times.
-
- Money. Thank you. Diamond earrings. Pleased to meet you. He had made a habit
- out of greeting anything valuable that came out of his briefcase, thinking
- it was funny. Laughing to himself, he greeted and placed every valuable item
- on the table, keeping what looked to him like junk in the briefcase. He would
- get rid of it later. But this time, something that would normally have stayed
- in the briefcase caught his eye. It looked like a Walkman, but had a whole
- bunch of wires with headphones connected to it. That was what it looked like
- anyway, he thought, while looking for a place he could insert a cassette.
- But the box was completely solid. No holes. No hatch. Just what looked like
- headphones, the wires and a couple of buttons with letters on them. Daniel
- looked at it for a while, then decided to see if he could find a manual for
- it somewhere in the briefcase. Going through the load of junk made him
- starting to think he wouldn't find one there. Shares, economic reports,
- tax return forms.. Junk! But to his surprise, there it was. A bundle of
- documents with a picture of the Walkman on the first page of each document
- but with different names under the picture. Jean Meuriot. Paul Gulliere,
- Stefan Lescarre...He flipped through the pages of the first one. It was
- filled with strange diagrams and figures. Nothing interesting there. The
- next looked like the first one. And the third one. But the fourth...
-
- "Le construction de...."
-
- That was just his luck, Daniel thought. It was in another language. What
- next? Deciding not to give up, he started to look at the pictures in the
- document. Maybe he could figure out how to make it work anyway? Sure enough,
- there were a lot of pictures, showing how and where you would place what
- he had thought were headphones, though not anymore. The pictures made him
- throw up. But even though his stomach told him not to, he continued to
- look at them. He had to find out what kind of hellish thing this was.
-
- After a few days of studying and translating the documents, he started to
- understand. He knew how to operate it, and he knew what it could do. He
- had struck gold! With this machine in his hands, he would rule the world.
- The only thing he needed that he didn't already have was a human being to
- use it on. One night, anxious to try what he had learned, he hid in an alley
- and waited for his victim. He knew the subject had to be alive, so he had
- only brought a handkerchief and some chloroform. He felt nervous, but
- managed to stay calm when thinking about what he soon would be able to do.
- Rule the world!
-
- Fifteen minutes later, he pulled the heavy body up the stairs and into
- his apartment, now covered with plastic. Floors, walls, the roof. He new
- he had to work fast, not allowing the subject to wake up. That would be
- horrible! He started to feel sick again, but managed to pick up the drill,
- plug it in and start on the first hole necessary for one of the electrodes
- that would later be inserted into the subjects head, straight into his
- brain. He threw up. Blood splashed around the apartment and made small
- rivers on the rough plastic that covered the floor. While working on the
- six holes he needed, he told himself that it was just the brain that he
- needed, and that the subject didn't feel a thing. It would never happen
- again, he had only to do this once, and then he would be the one who
- ruled. He threw up again.
-
- When the sixth hole was finished, he inserted the electrodes according
- to the instructions, then sat down and thought of what was about to happen
- in a few minutes. He would be able to control the mind of the subject
- completely. Making him think whatever he wanted him to. Giving him the
- power to play god. What more could he wan
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- - Drzzzzgil! Stop playing with my machines! I'm telling you for the last
- time! These machines are not toys! If I catch you playing with them again,
- and you better hope I will not, I'll personally hook _you_ up to one of
- them!
-
- - Sure dad.
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