{REBRANDED PART I)
(With some rebranding, I have made this new Watcher. It will be 3 part or 4 part story)
Water drips from a steel pipe onto the smooth tiled ground of the subway, as the drip page echoes throughout the empty subway late at night. A tanned man wearing black track pants and a tight gym jacket scratched his bald head. Letting out a puff of tiredness, he eases himself back on a wooden bench, stripping himself of the jacket. Underneath that jacket was a grey full sleeve shirt as he sets aside the jacket, pulling out his smartphone. He scrolls through the latest news as he waits for his train. The clock placed on the wall ticks, as it reads a quarter to 10. Larry, scratched his left cheek as he instinctively looked back on seeing footsteps approaching behind.
He rolled his eyes as he noticed a technician coming. The technician put up a ladder against the wall as he climbed it up going to the electric circuit. The technician muttered under his breath to his button, "I've closed off all the exits and he's just alone with me. We're all set, sir."
A static erupts in a room halfway across Wind's Creek. The room is not well lit as there is a man typing a story. "I'm On Way." Grabbing his car keys, he puts on his mask cum mouth guard as he approaches his garage, ready to finish the job he had planned for.
Larry gets up from the bench as he inserts a three ignos bill into the machine, as it dispenses a cold soda. It fizzes as he opens it taking a sip. The technician grumbles as he wipes away his sweat, as he tampers with the security and Light System. A short whistle echoes through the whole station. The light goes off. Larry shouts angrily, "What the hell are you doing? Do you also know to do your job properly." Promptly, the middle-aged man falls down to the ground. The lights comes back on.
"He's really tough to get, right? How long you've been trying to catch this pig?" Harry asked as he removed his technician disguise leaving himself in a brown t-shirt and black jeans. "It's been six years since my father tried killing him and his friends. He's the big guy on my Kill list." The masked man answered.
"So, Mr.Watcher, eh? So is this your business, your some kind of messiah-like Batman or Spiderman?" A snort came from The Watcher, "I'm not Batman or spiderman. I'm just doing the right thing when people ask for help, unlike our system." Pausing for a brief moment he continued, "You can call the actual Deadpool but with less talking. Now help with him."
Harry sighed as he said, "You got it, boss." -90 Minutes later-
"Officer, please you need to find my brother." cried a woman at the Laurson household. George Clooney stretched his back as he observed his surrounding as he listened to the distressed family of Larry Laurson. As his constable noted the events down. "Any enemies?" spoke up the gruff voice of George. "He normally goes for a night stroll at this time." Giving a brief pause, Larry's sister continued, "H-he's got plenty of them as so many people are darn jealous of him." The young sister cried as George nodded. "We'll track the man down , ma'am. But I can't guarantee anything."
Leaving the household, he asked his constable Michael. Michael snorted and said, "He must drunk at some bar, sir. Why should we even worrying? He's first of all an alcoholic, a womanizer, and a secret drug dealer. "
"But , he is a heavy tax payer and it's our duty as the police department." The constable sighed as he followed his senior to the station.
Larry woke up as he felt a migraine coming to him. Attached to what seemed to be a cheap steel chair, he was sitting on top of the subway tracks. "Mr. Laurson, a very good morning to you today." Harry uttered, as Larry exclaimed, "What do you want from me? I will give you what I want."
The Watcher sighed as he said, "Galaxy Mall raised to the ground." Larry scrunched up his face as he exclaimed, "Why would You want that? Why would I do it!"
The Watcher looked at his brown dusty glove, as he dusted his dirty black hoodie. The Watcher spoke up, "I want it as Mr. Laurson as you destroyed a large slum, which housed at least three thousand people. You promised them a beautiful apartment building with a lot of developmental projects for the future of their children."
Harry continued, "Now there is a family of twenty living from that three thousand." Larry gritted his teeth, "You imbeciles, I'll report the cops and get you a life sentence or maybe even a death sentence."
Grabbing a phone, The Watcher threw the phone to Larry as he said, "Call them." Larry hurried and dialed 001, as it started ringing until the call was answered. Quickly grabbing the phone. The Watcher answered, "Hello, Officer? I would like to report the murder of one Larry Laurson about to happen in front of me."
George shuddered as he questioned, "Tell me fast where is he? What is happening to him?"
"He will be killed in five minutes by my hands' officer."
"You will be sentenced to death, if you dare lay a hand on him. Do you know how influential he is?"
Letting out a burst of echoing laughter, "I am a psychotic serial killer, officer. You can only find one in seven billion of me."
Keeping the call on hold, he handed the phone to Harry as George at the station called his task force to look for Mr. Laurson as quickly as possible.
Larry shuddered as he quivered in fear. "So, I'll let you go." Larry's sweat dripped off his forehead as he chuckled nervously.
"To face the judgement of the Almighty." finishing his sentence, The Watcher grabbed the phone. A horn of a train was heard. Harry laughed as he said, "Well Larry, you're going to go down quick, literally." Larry screamed as the train pummeled into him leaving a gory mess. (Don't Won't to make this too gory as relatives will read :D)
"Officer, the job's done. Call off your task force. Tomorrow at Galaxy Mall. At its grand fiesta where all the businessman and businesswoman who have sinned will repay their sins. 7 bombs. But only one person will be killed directly by me, not by the bombs." Throwing the phone into the train, it shattered into pieces. Harry followed his lead as they made it through the entrance. Taking a cab, they whisked themselves away to their hideout.
Leaving 1 George Clooney and the police department of Wind's Cre
ek into a hectic panic to secure Galaxy Mall, without losing a thousand lives and their jobs. Signed The Watcher. (1,200 Words)
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