Path of Destruction: Chapter 1 “Masters of Macabre pt.1”
Sept 14, 2021 13:26:04 GMT -5
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Post by Supreme Machine on Sept 14, 2021 13:26:04 GMT -5
Path of Destruction: Chapter 1 “Masters of Macabre pt.1”
We open up in a lecture hall, the kind of a hall that can be found in pretty much any university. A podium at the back with a projector-screen behind it, with a sloping seating area in front of it. The seats are filled with students, each with their own personal ways of taking notes. There is a hushed quiet in the hall as everyone waits for the lecturer to arrive. Finally a door to the side opens and a large man dressed in a dark blue suit walks to the podium. He adjusts his glasses, careful not to unfurl the ponytail that holds his long black hair back. He taps the microphone on the podium before speaking up.
“Good day everyone. My name is Doctor Thomas Rivers, a psychologist specializing in violent personality disorders, and I will be your lecturer today. Your teacher asked me to come here and tell you about a particular case of mine that I personally consider the most intriguing as well as the most disturbing of them all.”
Dr. Rivers pushes a button on his podium and an image appears on the screen behind him. It shows a massive man seated on a padded cell, a greasy black mane covering his face as he hangs his head down. His torso is bare, and in front of him we see the remains of a shredded straitjacket, it’s buckles embedded on the padded walls suggesting they were ripped off the jacket with considerable force.
“This is Supreme Machine. His real name is unknown to us, as is his age or city of origin. A real John Doe if there ever was one. Supreme Machine, or SuMa for short suffers from an extreme form of a split personality. He refers to himself in the third person and sometimes when he thinks nobody is listening, he seems to be speaking to himself, with two distinct voices. He is also extremely violent. This image was taken approximately 10 minutes after he seriously injured 3 orderlies during the moving process into the cell.”
The screen flickers and we are treated to a montage of events. Three grown men try to hold down the giant man, leading him towards the cell. The first one to fall was a rat-like man with long black hair, who got thrown by SuMa head first into a wall, then thrown out of the window on the rebound, with a text saying “Orderly R. Rhodes: severe bruising, broken ribs and frostbite from falling into a pile of snow outside” scrolling on the bottom of the screen.
“SuMa seems to be driven by a single minded drive to inflict punishment on everyone and everything. His rap-sheet of crimes is as long as my thesis on him will be. But he is not a mindless brute. He has shown to possess intellect beyond mere beast, as our orderlies found out.”
Another montage. One of the orderlies, an average sized man with dirty blond hair, talks with the one still standing and they both nod as SuMa seems to have calmed down, standing still. After the agreement the dirty blond haired man walks over to an intercom to call for backup. Before he manages to finish his call though, SuMa rushes forward with deceptive speed, having lulled the pair of orderlies into a sense of security. He bulrushes the blond haired orderly, squashing him against his body and the wall, with rapid movement smashes his face against the concrete twice as text scrolls under the video. “Orderly D.B: Extensive facial injuries as well as a severe concussion”.
“He seems to enjoy playing with his targets, as after that incident he was calm the rest of the way, with the final orderly not having the need to usher him forward. But sadly, he was only biding his time.”
We see an open cell, and the last orderly, a balding man, pushes SuMa into the room and tries to shut the door. But he is too slow and with once again deceptive speed SuMa grabs him by the hand and pulls him into the cell, slamming the door behind them. The view switches to a CCTV-feed from the cell and we see SuMa throwing the last orderly around the room like a ragdoll. But the man tries to fight back, ending up on SuMa’s shoulders as he tries to ride the beast down. SuMa eventually just grabs him by the head and slams him onto the floor as a text scrolls on the screen. “Orderly M. O’Connor. Broken neck, fractured skull.”
“The conclusion I drew from this chain of events is that he is in that cell not because we put him there, but because he let us put him there. I spent a good 6 months interviewing him after he was secured behind lock and key and during all that time the feeling I got was that he was deriving some sort of pleasure from this entire process. The staff at the institution knows that if he wanted to, they could not stop him from leaving. And he knows that they know.”
The lecturer adjusts his notes before continuing.
“During the interviews I managed to piece together whatever it is that drives him. What motivates a man to create body count such as his. He often referred to being a predator among prey, with most being nothing more than lambs to the slaughter. An extremely nihilistic view. But he also mentioned how he is driven to claim the title of “Savage”. Whatever that means. According to him, to claim that he must hunt those worthy of being hunted, to seek out the mightiest prey and leave them broken on his feet. We made no discernible progress for a long time, as after he had laid out his manifesto to me, he shut down completely. No matter how he was approached, he did not say a word to anyone. Anyone who approached him ended up getting hurt, leading to a situation where he was held in the cell 24/7, with no contact with the outside world. Only signs of life are the occasional monologues he keeps to himself. Until a month ago.”
He pushes a button and we see a still image of SuMa’s cell. The man is seated in the corner, but on the wall is one word. “Duke”, written with blood, blood that judging by the large gashes on the man's chest is his own.
“He was discovered like this one morning. He had gouged his own chest open and painted that word on the wall of his cell. It’s meaning has been eluding us ever since. He does not respond to queries. When spoken to, he merely stares at you, occasionally chuckling in a manner that sends chills down your spine. I set up a recording device to listen in to his self-monologues, hoping to find a clue and this is what I got out of them.”
He pushes a button and the view on the screen flickers to show more CCTV-footage of SuMa in the cell. A text stating that the audio had been synced to the video was placed on the upper corner. What we hear is a low, gravelly voice, SuMa’s voice, as he mutters to himself.
“Duke… He has what is ours… Pryce… protector of Duke… They shall all fall… they shall all pay the price… they will all suffer…”
Dr. Rivers shuts off the recording and clears his throat.
“This mantra repeats itself several times a day. Recently he has gotten more active in the cell, walking around. Touching the walls, testing the door. A marked change to his previous behaviour that continued for years of him just sitting on the floor, motionless. This most recent development has left me enthusiastic of my future research, as he is proving to be a case that very well may provide me with breakthrough insight into personality disorders. That concludes the lecture, I hope to see as many of you as possible on my follow-up lecture in two weeks. My name is Dr. Thomas Rivers, and I thank you for your time.”
With the students shuffling out of the lecture hall, Dr. Rivers packs up his stuff and prepares to leave, turning to gaze at the last still image left on the projector screen, a mugshot of Supreme Machine. He glances over the sliced up cheeks and mouth and looks into the eyes. Even as a picture, the cold, dead stare of the man leaves Dr. Rivers unnerved.
“I’ll figure you out sooner than later…”
As he was about to leave the lecture hall, his phone rang and after seeing the caller ID he picked up.
“Dr. Rivers speaking… Yes, he is my patient… What? What do you mean escaped? Two casualties?... Yes, send me a picture immediately. And then call law enforcement. If he is loose he is EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.”
Dr. Rivers ended the call and waited for a picture being sent to him. His phone beeped and he opened it, a bead of sweat forming on his temple as he looked at it.
It showed SuMa’s cell, with a bloodied orderly having been slammed damn near through the padded wall, with a text written in blood above the body.
“Duke will fall… Savage title will be ours… Masters of Macabre is coming…”
Dr. Rivers leant against a wall and drew a deep breath.
“This is not good… SHIT”
He exclaims as we fade to black.
We open up in a lecture hall, the kind of a hall that can be found in pretty much any university. A podium at the back with a projector-screen behind it, with a sloping seating area in front of it. The seats are filled with students, each with their own personal ways of taking notes. There is a hushed quiet in the hall as everyone waits for the lecturer to arrive. Finally a door to the side opens and a large man dressed in a dark blue suit walks to the podium. He adjusts his glasses, careful not to unfurl the ponytail that holds his long black hair back. He taps the microphone on the podium before speaking up.
“Good day everyone. My name is Doctor Thomas Rivers, a psychologist specializing in violent personality disorders, and I will be your lecturer today. Your teacher asked me to come here and tell you about a particular case of mine that I personally consider the most intriguing as well as the most disturbing of them all.”
Dr. Rivers pushes a button on his podium and an image appears on the screen behind him. It shows a massive man seated on a padded cell, a greasy black mane covering his face as he hangs his head down. His torso is bare, and in front of him we see the remains of a shredded straitjacket, it’s buckles embedded on the padded walls suggesting they were ripped off the jacket with considerable force.
“This is Supreme Machine. His real name is unknown to us, as is his age or city of origin. A real John Doe if there ever was one. Supreme Machine, or SuMa for short suffers from an extreme form of a split personality. He refers to himself in the third person and sometimes when he thinks nobody is listening, he seems to be speaking to himself, with two distinct voices. He is also extremely violent. This image was taken approximately 10 minutes after he seriously injured 3 orderlies during the moving process into the cell.”
The screen flickers and we are treated to a montage of events. Three grown men try to hold down the giant man, leading him towards the cell. The first one to fall was a rat-like man with long black hair, who got thrown by SuMa head first into a wall, then thrown out of the window on the rebound, with a text saying “Orderly R. Rhodes: severe bruising, broken ribs and frostbite from falling into a pile of snow outside” scrolling on the bottom of the screen.
“SuMa seems to be driven by a single minded drive to inflict punishment on everyone and everything. His rap-sheet of crimes is as long as my thesis on him will be. But he is not a mindless brute. He has shown to possess intellect beyond mere beast, as our orderlies found out.”
Another montage. One of the orderlies, an average sized man with dirty blond hair, talks with the one still standing and they both nod as SuMa seems to have calmed down, standing still. After the agreement the dirty blond haired man walks over to an intercom to call for backup. Before he manages to finish his call though, SuMa rushes forward with deceptive speed, having lulled the pair of orderlies into a sense of security. He bulrushes the blond haired orderly, squashing him against his body and the wall, with rapid movement smashes his face against the concrete twice as text scrolls under the video. “Orderly D.B: Extensive facial injuries as well as a severe concussion”.
“He seems to enjoy playing with his targets, as after that incident he was calm the rest of the way, with the final orderly not having the need to usher him forward. But sadly, he was only biding his time.”
We see an open cell, and the last orderly, a balding man, pushes SuMa into the room and tries to shut the door. But he is too slow and with once again deceptive speed SuMa grabs him by the hand and pulls him into the cell, slamming the door behind them. The view switches to a CCTV-feed from the cell and we see SuMa throwing the last orderly around the room like a ragdoll. But the man tries to fight back, ending up on SuMa’s shoulders as he tries to ride the beast down. SuMa eventually just grabs him by the head and slams him onto the floor as a text scrolls on the screen. “Orderly M. O’Connor. Broken neck, fractured skull.”
“The conclusion I drew from this chain of events is that he is in that cell not because we put him there, but because he let us put him there. I spent a good 6 months interviewing him after he was secured behind lock and key and during all that time the feeling I got was that he was deriving some sort of pleasure from this entire process. The staff at the institution knows that if he wanted to, they could not stop him from leaving. And he knows that they know.”
The lecturer adjusts his notes before continuing.
“During the interviews I managed to piece together whatever it is that drives him. What motivates a man to create body count such as his. He often referred to being a predator among prey, with most being nothing more than lambs to the slaughter. An extremely nihilistic view. But he also mentioned how he is driven to claim the title of “Savage”. Whatever that means. According to him, to claim that he must hunt those worthy of being hunted, to seek out the mightiest prey and leave them broken on his feet. We made no discernible progress for a long time, as after he had laid out his manifesto to me, he shut down completely. No matter how he was approached, he did not say a word to anyone. Anyone who approached him ended up getting hurt, leading to a situation where he was held in the cell 24/7, with no contact with the outside world. Only signs of life are the occasional monologues he keeps to himself. Until a month ago.”
He pushes a button and we see a still image of SuMa’s cell. The man is seated in the corner, but on the wall is one word. “Duke”, written with blood, blood that judging by the large gashes on the man's chest is his own.
“He was discovered like this one morning. He had gouged his own chest open and painted that word on the wall of his cell. It’s meaning has been eluding us ever since. He does not respond to queries. When spoken to, he merely stares at you, occasionally chuckling in a manner that sends chills down your spine. I set up a recording device to listen in to his self-monologues, hoping to find a clue and this is what I got out of them.”
He pushes a button and the view on the screen flickers to show more CCTV-footage of SuMa in the cell. A text stating that the audio had been synced to the video was placed on the upper corner. What we hear is a low, gravelly voice, SuMa’s voice, as he mutters to himself.
“Duke… He has what is ours… Pryce… protector of Duke… They shall all fall… they shall all pay the price… they will all suffer…”
Dr. Rivers shuts off the recording and clears his throat.
“This mantra repeats itself several times a day. Recently he has gotten more active in the cell, walking around. Touching the walls, testing the door. A marked change to his previous behaviour that continued for years of him just sitting on the floor, motionless. This most recent development has left me enthusiastic of my future research, as he is proving to be a case that very well may provide me with breakthrough insight into personality disorders. That concludes the lecture, I hope to see as many of you as possible on my follow-up lecture in two weeks. My name is Dr. Thomas Rivers, and I thank you for your time.”
With the students shuffling out of the lecture hall, Dr. Rivers packs up his stuff and prepares to leave, turning to gaze at the last still image left on the projector screen, a mugshot of Supreme Machine. He glances over the sliced up cheeks and mouth and looks into the eyes. Even as a picture, the cold, dead stare of the man leaves Dr. Rivers unnerved.
“I’ll figure you out sooner than later…”
As he was about to leave the lecture hall, his phone rang and after seeing the caller ID he picked up.
“Dr. Rivers speaking… Yes, he is my patient… What? What do you mean escaped? Two casualties?... Yes, send me a picture immediately. And then call law enforcement. If he is loose he is EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.”
Dr. Rivers ended the call and waited for a picture being sent to him. His phone beeped and he opened it, a bead of sweat forming on his temple as he looked at it.
It showed SuMa’s cell, with a bloodied orderly having been slammed damn near through the padded wall, with a text written in blood above the body.
“Duke will fall… Savage title will be ours… Masters of Macabre is coming…”
Dr. Rivers leant against a wall and drew a deep breath.
“This is not good… SHIT”
He exclaims as we fade to black.
