The Genetic Madman

[Tomtomrawr]

Drip.

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.