Axel von Fischer walked through the crowd of the dead men, women and children. But they did not know this yet. He could imagine an aerial view of the centre, like ants swarming around a colony. Busy with theirs lives, unsuspecting of a violent child ready to step on them for his amusemant. Oblivious to the fact that stepping on this ants could have future consiquences. But Fischer knew of the possible consequences, and accepted them. The Polizei would be in such a tangle in the bodies that he would escape without incident, and there would be no evidence to point back to him.
Drip.
He thought of the water pipe that would soon burst out of the already leaky pipe (despite the fact that it was brand new) - thanks to a small explosive device, with the detonator safely in his coat pocket - and the tsunami that would pour into the methyl isocyanate tank. Reaction would be a quick process, and the gas would move into the ventilation system. The doors and windows would magnetically seal, with the flick of a switch, making escape impossible. By then the first traces of gas would be detected by the people.
Drip.
Panic would ensure, and the LGPS would activate, protecting him from the new-lethal air, filtering oxygen out of the toxic gas for him to breath. He would stand amongst the dying and the dead. And he would laugh. Any second now, he thought to himself. Any second now the world for the families of these people will change like a mutation in a skin cell, and I can proudly think to myself that I caused it. Of course, I can not leave yet. I need more funds, but they can easily be obtained...
Drip.
The constant ramblings of the people will soon cease to exist. I will be the victor. I will reign supreme. He flipped the switch of the detonator, and almost believed he could hear the water pouring into his lethal concoction. It begins, he heard echo in his head, it begins now.
Despite the fact it had only been three weeks ago, the memories of the event were still as clear in Fischers mind as his parents stand against the Kanzler all those years ago. He once again reminisced about his greatest success.
He had stood amongst the people in the shopping centre, watching their faces brimming with various emotions. A small child passed him, crying as she was searching for her mummy in the throng of flesh. A tattered teddy bear was clutched protectively in her hands, with the name "Pavlo" stitched into its tattered chest. The air was vibrant with the smell of the new furniture in the sitting areas, and the faint musk of women's beauty products from a store not visible from his viewpoint.
He walked toward the information kiosk, and gave a brief glance at his watch. Ten seconds until the first wisps of the gas would enter the room. Another twenty before it was noticed. The kiosk was currently infested with hundreds of people, searching for the locations of their favourite shops in which to purchase various luxury goods.
Fischer saw them long before he arrived at the kiosk. The young with the smiles plastered onto their faces like masks as they imparted information leaflets. Every five seconds they would be questioned by a family too lazy to read as to the location of a shop. The helpers would continue the charade of kindness and provide them with the information, all the while screaming to themselves how moronic those people were.
He reached the kiosk, just as his watch began to beep frantically. He politely tapped one of the helpers - a young teen with a face covered in cute freckles - and asked the question he rehearsed.
'Excuse me, do you smell something in the air?'
He could hear the first coughs in the distance now, most likely from those closest to the vents. But he said nothing and restrained his grin as the teen took a deep breath.
'Nein mein herr, I can not smell anything.'
He pasted a grateful expression on his face, with the faintest traces of a grin. He could no longer mask his happiness.
'Thank you ever so much.'
Instead of walking away like a normal person would in this case, he stood his ground and continued to stare at her, his grin widening. She was now noticing the mass of coughing that was quickly filling the room. She took another breath in, and coughed in surprise. Her friendly expression vaporized in an instant to be replaced by realisation and anger.
'What have you done?' she asked in bewilderment between her coughs. Everybody around her was beginning to cough desperately now, determined to breath in some oxygen. Some were beginning to collapse...
A sudden jerk knocked the images out of his head. Fischer knew that the ship was entering the atmosphere of a planet, so knew his journey was finally over. He closed his eyes, and continued the recollection of his success.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
