Prologue
“Well, I guess here we are again” He walked over to the table, chained to the ground, unable to be pushed away, or to be pushed at someone . He starred into his suspects empty eyes. He slammed his hand on the table and whispered “I know what you’ve done, and you won’t be walking out of my hands this time” Just last December, he sat in the very same position, but the guy who had done the crime walked away with ease. Lex looked down at his hands. They where filled with multiple scars and bruises. The hands of a criminal.
“Do you know” Lex paused and looked up at the officer “just why I gave myself these?” He put his left hand in the air. His hands where skinny, boney and currently bleeding all over the table. Gordon pulled out the embalmed chair actress from Lex, and took a seat. His hand was still in the air, and he was was admiring it with a grin on his face.
“It does not concern me why you have those scars” Gordon starred Lex in the eye “I only care about getting you in jail and away from my people”
Lex laughed “To bad that doesn’t concern me.”
Now, it was Gordon’s time to laugh. “ Don’t you ever think” Gordon had to pause and take a deep breath. “About the people you’ve killed?”
“Not one little bit” Gordon almost started to cry. This man had killed his wife, and 27 others only 2 weeks prior, and now he had to confront him.
“Now, will you answer my question” Gordon sucked in his emotions. If he wanted to get this man in jail, he definitely didn’t want to show his weakness. “Do you know why I have these scars.” Gordon remanded silent and stared into his eyes. “Your very quiet now you know. I guess I’ve hit your weakness.” He smiled and looked at Gordon’s blue eyes. Gordon quickly responded in anger “I have no weakness”
“Well Well Well. A man with no weakness. “Hello I’m Gordon! I’m not scared of..”
“SHUT UP” Gordon was standing above the table now. His veins were popping out of his neck in rage. “Why don’t you answer your own question” Lex looked pleased to this statement , and was eager to answer.
“ Every.....Single......One.....Of these” He put his hands in front of Gordon’s face. Lex looked at his hand and smiled. “Represents “ he licked his dry lips “All people I’ve killed.” Lex could see the horror in Gordon’s face. He enjoyed seeing people in fear. Terrified. Scared for their life. “And this one right here” He pointed to a scar on the side of this pinkie, The one that was bleeding. “And this one represents you.”
