Hmmm, Hmmmm, Hmmmmm, Hmmm, Hmmmm, Hmmmmmmmmmm
The monitor turned on suddenly. There, in what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse, by cover of night lay a simple white mask with only holes for eyes. Nothing else unusual except for the low voice, resembling purring, which gave the mysterious character a terrifying air accompanied by a strange aura that gave you goose bumps.
-Welcome! Ladies, gentlemen, even children, if I came to be liked by this category of audience. We all know why we are here; for those who do not know me, because they were probably living under a rock, my name is M. P. Argatne, a pleasure to meet you and I hope to take your breath away with my show! Well, your breath and other things, the sinister character chuckled the last part ending the speech with a bow.
-Again, I welcome you with open arms to the place where monsters hide in the light of deceive created by society. Hahahaha! Now that I made the introductions let us proceed to the reason you logged in to my channel in the first place. Is indeed simple; each one of you have felt that fear, that self-hatred when realizing you can do nothing about a diabolic person ranked higher up. Oh my, so much corruption, they take what they want and sell empty fortune cookies. Who agrees with me?
On the monitor the chat was bombarded by raising hand emoji, and they kept coming.
-Dear me! Many of you have their eyes open to the truth. Yes sir, we complain about this problems, we protest. The result? Tear gas, trauma, and beat downs. But hey, that is what humans do best, waiting to no end, they take no initiative and those who do become drunk with power. How ironic!
Argatne shook his head in disappointment while slowly pacing with his hands behind his lower back.
-Do not spend time in vain, life is short! For some at least, he silently laughed.
He stopped pacing in front of the camera and in a graceful twist faced the audience.
-Is time for action! After all, to beat a snake you have to cut its head, and this hydra called society has plenty of them! Enough hesitation, I will help you take the first step!
Argatne turned the camera 180 degrees to the right where a reflector lit up, under it a tied up man was struggling to escape.
-Dear spectators, this is Marcus. Dear Marcus is a well-known butcher/hunter in this parts. Some of you might have heard of the number of dogs shut down, with or without collar; is there a difference by the way? I present to you the culprit! Let us hear the defendant plead, said Argatne in a cheerful tone while taking out the gag from the man’s mouth.
-What the heck are you doing you psycho?! I’m minding my own business and you show up out of nowhere to strike me in the head and put me in chains like some kind of freaking dog! screamed Marcus, infuriated.
-You heard right dear viewers, Markus here now knows how it feels to be in a dog’s skin. Let us see the facts now!
Argatne pressed a button from a remote in his pocket. The monitor split in a few squares while in the corner left the masked man could still be seen.
-Exhibit A: Friday afternoon, at the edge of the forest, you can see how this lovely and simple couple walks their beloved dogs.
On one of the squares a video of the couple and its dogs.
-But what do we have here? It seems Marcus lies in wait. Wander what he is hunting. Bang! He shoot one of the dogs; what aim, straight through the heart! I do not believe this is his first victim.
It could clearly be seen how the dog instantly fell to the ground, dead.
-Poor owners! continued Argatne in a dramatic way. How tragic is to witness such a thing, and the hunter’s reply? I quote: “It didn’t have a collar, a dirty mongrel that wasted air.” Aha! If we look closer, all the dogs had collars and the owners were a meter away from them.
-What are you playing at creep?! Let me go this instance you monster! Marcus made his existence known.
-Monster? Oh no, you still do not understand, Argatne changed his tone to a serious one approaching Marcus slowly. A monster is something misunderstood, therefore feared. All of us gathered here today via internet in front of the monitor are “monsters”, people misunderstood and betrayed by society, by those like you who consider they have the right to act as they please with no concern of who is stomped in the process. Let us speed things up.
He snapped his fingers; the monitor split into many squares each presenting a filmed fragment from the news with the crimes committed by Marcus.
-The truth has been revealed, so I ask you now fellow “monsters”: What is the verdict?
The chat filled up quick with the same word on repeat, taped by each member of the live stream. The awaited word, the sentence: “Guilty!”
-That is right my dears! And what better punishment than dying like a, how did you say I treated you? A dog? ironically laughed the masked man beside Marcus, who was staring around him confused.
-What do you want from me? Keep away from me psycho! Marcus tried in vain to distance himself.
-You will see. Is going to be great! rejoiced Argatne, hopping to a corner of the room from where he pulled out a hunting rifle. This are the rules: if you go outside that door you are free to go, if I hit you, we both know what that means. Hahaha!
-Lunatic! shouted Marcus looking at the now opened door.
-Calm down, I give you 5 seconds after which I shoot. I am a fair sportsmen.
He freed Marcus after dragging him next to the camera, on the other side of the room opposed to the door. The ease with which he did it was astonishing, the grace in each steep despite dragging a man that doubled him in weight.
-Ok! On your marks, get ready, Go! announced the masked man letting Marcus loose, who ran away as if his life depended on it, which it actually did.
-1! started the countdown.
-2! Argatne lifted the rifle.
-3! he went into position and took aim.
-4! in that split second Marcus jumped the last meter to the door.
-5! one fire was heard.
True to his word, he waited 5 seconds, however he shoot Marcus directly in the head, through the occipital lobe, as he was one step away from salvation.
-It was judged and executed! You no longer have to wait after incompetents. If anyone truly wants a change you need to do it with your own hands. With this my dear audience I wish you all good night!
BEEP!
The monitor turned off. Left alone in the room’s silence the masked man returned the rifle to its place and took a seat on a chair.
-What a splendid response! It has been too long since I had a show. I am certain I will have a lot of fun with the internet, Argatne talked with himself, lifting the mask to reveal a white teeth smile and very strange skin.
The most important detail however were the blood red eyes which gleamed with hidden intentions.
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BEING FEARED BECAUSE OF OWN ACTIONS MEANS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO RETURN THE FAVOR TEN TIMES WORSE WITHOUT REGRET
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