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The Inscrutable Mr. Robot By CSeanMcGee Characters: 10684

Updated: 2018-02-26 12:01


"Where is my daughter?" screamed The Man.

He burst in as if he knew exactly what he would do next. He didn't, of course, so instead, he drew the attention of the entire room and then just stood there as if he were just waiting for a bus.

"Your daughter is safe for now but she won't be for long."

The Doctor stood behind The Woman, holding a gun to the back of her head.

"What do you want?"

The Man knew all the questions; he just had no idea how to do what he used to do. If this were ten years ago, the hostage would have been saved, the gunman tagged and bagged; and a dozen or so drinks would have already been downed behind the bar. There would have been a great deal of blood and it would have been difficult for coroners to tell whose teeth were whose.

It would have felt different too. A Justice Man crime scene wasn't always sad or scary. There was always something to learn, and Justice Man himself was quite charismatic and enjoyed a drink or two with his fans afterward. In the end, though, his crime scenes were more like religious ceremonies and his fans, his loyal parishioners.

That was until he got married of course.

And now, after all that, things had changed somewhat. First of all, nobody gave a fuck who Justice Man was anymore. The world had changed. Heroes had changed.

Secondly, even if they give a fuck, he'd probably just let them down.

He knew everything there was to know about being Justice Man; he just didn't know how to be Justice Man. He felt impotent; on the other side of the glass. Try as he may, he just couldn't reach the controls.

"You're not what I expected. I have to say. I hope you don't hold any offence."

As he spoke, The Doctor quickly tapped the side of the trigger with his index finger. He was either nervous, excited, or maybe he was just a psycho. Whatever the reason for his behaviour, it was reckless; even if torture and intimidation was his intention.

"What are you gonna do?" said The Doctor. "What can you do? What do you remember?"

The Man remembered every day he had spent with her; especially the day they first met. He remembered everything about that day just as he remembered everything about her. She was vulgar and outspoken, and she was direct and rude. But god-damn she looked good. Her lips, her hair, and the tilt of her face - they are what drew him into her orbit. Her eyes were like two salty pools. He'd stare at them and every muscle in his body would instantly let go. All the stress and burden that he carried in his neck and in his mind, instantly dissolved in her attention. And though he never wanted to, he'd have to look away every now and then, just to take a breath, in case he should drown.

Ten years ago, her body was a canvas of tattoos and piercings, but it was the pale skin between them that caught the eye of his desire. Just as it was, the look of helplessness that she hid behind all those trinkets that dangled from her ears and nose; and that poked out from her behind teeth whenever she gave a cheeky smile.

He didn't see a rebellious girl. He didn't even buy an inch of her angst. He saw her fragility. And in how she pushed people away, he saw her fear of bei

r be fed through a fucking tube?"

There was no debate. She was gonna punch him; regardless of what he thought.

"I don't think you know who you're talking to, " said The Doctor.

"I'm a fucking psychopath, " said The Driver, admitting the truth. "I don't really care too much about the girl, to be honest. I just decided a while ago that I wanted to beat you to death. I can't explain it really. It's just the way you looked on TV. You have a face that needs to be punched, and more than once if you ask me. You know, saving the girl, that was just a funny twist. Feels good actually, thinking that I'm gonna kill you and still be a hero."

She laughed.

"God I'm horny, " she said.

"You're insane, " shouted The Doctor. "You're fucking nuts."

"I know, right? Either way, what we do as adults, kids play no part in it. That's the rule. I don't care who you're trying to lure and how important they are to your plans for global domination. But kids, " she said, now an inch away, "kids don't get touched."

Maybe The Doctor hadn't heard that rule. Maybe he just didn't care.

"Join me, " he said. "It's not too late."

He was either confident or stupid. He had his gun aimed at her belly and she didn't care at all. She pushed herself into the barrel. The gun felt like a cold steel dildo poking her chest. Her look of desire and rage only provoked The Doctor further and further.

"You, " she said, staring into his long robotic stare. "You were born to lead too, but not how you imagine. You instilled a seed of doubt and derision into your students, and then into your faculty, and finally, into the eardrums of society. You had everyone so confused and so scared to say a god damn thing. But a virus doesn't lead; it merely disrupts. You had the whole world on its tippy toes, walking on eggshells."

With every word, The Doctor took another step backward, but that wouldn't stop her.

"You know what the difference between you and AIDS is?" she said, clearly on the brink of violence. "I can't punch AIDS in the face."

And she did just that.

Then the gun fired, and everyone fell to the ground.

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