Post by Edgar Dolarhyde on Jan 17, 2019 1:14:57 GMT
EDGAR DOLARHYDE
NAME Edgar Dolarhyde | AGE Twenty-Five |
OCCUPATION Team Rocket | HOMETOWN Lavender Town |
SEXUALITY Bisexual | PLAYED BY Exerxist |
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: • Animated• Resilient • Persuasive • Extroverted • Adaptable • Street Smart • Easily Amused • Outgoing • Self-Confident • Happy-Go-Lucky | NEGATIVE TRAITS: • Unintelligent • Psychopathic • Boisterous • Melodramatic • Unpredictable • Murderer • Disrespective • Irresponsible • Nasty Fighter • Profane & Vulgar |
LIKES • Drugs & Alcohol• Stupid Puns • Physical Violence • Intimidation • Oversleeping • Making a Scene • Slushies • One-Liners • Excessive Swearing • Remy “Thorn” Dupris | DISLIKES: • Hero Complexes• Intellectual Conversation • Responsibilities • Hangovers & Withdrawals • Being Lectured or Scolded • Inconveniences • Sickness • Being Called “Stupid” • Sympathy & Empathy • Remy “Thorn” Dupris |
POKEMON
“Boomer”
Species: Noibat | Gender: Male
Ability: Infiltrator | Level:10
Moves: Snatch, Screech, Tackle, Absorb
“Boomer”
Species: Noibat | Gender: Male
Ability: Infiltrator | Level:10
Moves: Snatch, Screech, Tackle, Absorb
APPEARANCE
At approximately 6’0” (180cm) and 150Ibs (68kg), Edgar is a relatively well-proportion individual. In addition to height and weight, his physique consists of a pale complexion and ashen irises. Around his eyes are dark, thick eyelashes and dark circles beneath them. Edgar’s hair has been bleached into an unnatural blond color. Although his hair is relatively messy, his bangs are styled in a way that sweeps up over his right eye. And most importantly is his smile. Hidden away beneath his lips is his signature, square toothed smile that can make most people uneasy when looked upon.
Edgar’s everyday apparel consists of wearing a stylish, ashen-colored overcoat with gaudy (and non-functioning) straps along the forearms and chest. Underneath this coat, he wears a black, long-sleeved shirt with a feminine scooped neck that shows off part of his clavicles. Edgar’s attire additionally includes more black clothing, consisting of leather skinny jeans and knee-high combat boots.
When out on the job, he dons a Team Rocket armband and a mask around covering his upper and lower jaw. It resembles the skeletal structure of the same region, molded from a lightweight metal that was a dull silver in color. Edgar’s mask protects his identity by concealing part of his face and obscuring the sound of his voice to where it is almost unrecognizable.
HISTORY
{Part 1}
Outside the limits of the withered forest that encircled the Lavender Town was something far more frightening than its renowned Pokémon Tower. Along a crooked street that strayed into that ominous forest sat a manor upon several acres of flat land. It’s dark brick exterior and cast iron gates complimented the aesthetic of the drab town behind it. Established by a disturbed entrepreneur and businessman, Edward Dolarhyde, it was founded by cruelty and suffering.
It was home to biggest provider of poaching and trapping equipment.
Such grotesque products were manufactured by the head of the household himself and tested by whatever unfortunate creature that happened to wander too close. It was several within months that the Dolarhyde family owned the marketplace.
Of course, there were many competitors, but the quality and efficiency of their products were incomparable to what Mr. Dolarhyde had designed. After the Kantonian Government had prohibited the act of poaching and trapping, the family business delved into the black market and continued to grow exponentially. And so they began to profit from their merchandise once more under the unseeing eye of the law.
Years later an heir to the family name was born, Alexander Dolarhyde, who was to continue his father’s successful enterprise. Unfortunately, the hope of a worthy successor was ruined by a sympathetic and moralistic son. Alexander, with his conflicting beliefs over the family business, would surely cause Mr. Dolarhyde’s business to perish if left in his hands.
Once his son had grown into a young man, Mr. Dolarhyde began to devise a plan to undermine his son as his successor.
Soon a young woman by the name of Mallory Ashton had stepped into the picture. Her appearance had been premeditated with a non-disclosure agreement between Mr. Dolarhyde and Mr. Ashton, father of Mallory. With ill intentions, she courted the bachelor with a facade of love and compassion.
Once Alexander fell head over heels for Mallory and asked for her hand in marriage, the next course of action would begin. Together, Alexander and Mallory Dolarhyde were to produce a grandchild for Mr. Dolarhyde -a true heir to the family name. Then, after his or her birth, Alexander would promptly be “disposed” of. It wouldn’t be until the grandchild was older than their mother, Mallory, would stand aside and allow her child to be the “true” successor to Mr. Dolarhyde’s name.
Unfortunately, there were several unforeseen circumstances that forced Mr. Dolarhyde to alter his original plan. While she gave birth, Mrs. Mallory has experienced an unexpected and serious bleed. Quickly the nurses retrieved the child from his mother, while other personnel began resuscitation to the sound of a flatline. She was as pronounced dead.
And so Edgar Dolarhyde was finally born.
Instead of comforting his grief-stricken son, as normal fathers would, Mr. Dolarhyde kept to himself in his study -annoyed and having to rethink his plan of how to remove Alexander from the picture. Of course, he had no paternal skills, as proven to him by raising Alexander, so raising his grandson on his own was impossible -especially considering that age was beginning to take its toll.
Alexander would have to live.
However, he would be damned if he let Alexander raise his grandson into another disappointment. Overseeing his grandson’s development and upbringing was necessary to ensure that Mr. Dolarhyde would achieve his goal. And he wasn’t alone in his feat, for working alongside him was his right-hand man and head butler of the estate, Giovanni Tiedemann.
Giovanni was the eyes and ears of the estate, an omniscient force amongst his staff. When it came to his work, he knew everything about anything. There was nothing that could slip by him. However, above his oppressive personality and his demand for perfection was his loyalty to Mr. Dolarhyde. Upon seeing any illegal activities, he would gladly turn a blind eye and let them conduct business. This was only for Mr. Dolarhyde, of course, for anyone else he ratted them out and severely punished them for their behavior.
Why these two men had such a respectable relationship with one another was never known. Whatever the reason was, it was almost as if Mr. Dolarhyde has considered Mr. Tiedemann (because of his unwavering loyalty) to be his equal.
Every aspect of his grandson’s early life was managed and monitored by both of them. So whenever poor Alexander tried to establish any sort of relationship with his only son, his attention would be redirected by either his father or butler with the skillful powers of their manipulation. Through their consistent interference, the distance between father and son only continued to grow.
Unfortunately, the act of “parental bonding” would have been a fruitless effort nonetheless.
“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.”
Stephen King
Stephen King
Outside the limits of the withered forest that encircled the Lavender Town was something far more frightening than its renowned Pokémon Tower. Along a crooked street that strayed into that ominous forest sat a manor upon several acres of flat land. It’s dark brick exterior and cast iron gates complimented the aesthetic of the drab town behind it. Established by a disturbed entrepreneur and businessman, Edward Dolarhyde, it was founded by cruelty and suffering.
It was home to biggest provider of poaching and trapping equipment.
Such grotesque products were manufactured by the head of the household himself and tested by whatever unfortunate creature that happened to wander too close. It was several within months that the Dolarhyde family owned the marketplace.
Of course, there were many competitors, but the quality and efficiency of their products were incomparable to what Mr. Dolarhyde had designed. After the Kantonian Government had prohibited the act of poaching and trapping, the family business delved into the black market and continued to grow exponentially. And so they began to profit from their merchandise once more under the unseeing eye of the law.
Years later an heir to the family name was born, Alexander Dolarhyde, who was to continue his father’s successful enterprise. Unfortunately, the hope of a worthy successor was ruined by a sympathetic and moralistic son. Alexander, with his conflicting beliefs over the family business, would surely cause Mr. Dolarhyde’s business to perish if left in his hands.
Once his son had grown into a young man, Mr. Dolarhyde began to devise a plan to undermine his son as his successor.
Soon a young woman by the name of Mallory Ashton had stepped into the picture. Her appearance had been premeditated with a non-disclosure agreement between Mr. Dolarhyde and Mr. Ashton, father of Mallory. With ill intentions, she courted the bachelor with a facade of love and compassion.
Once Alexander fell head over heels for Mallory and asked for her hand in marriage, the next course of action would begin. Together, Alexander and Mallory Dolarhyde were to produce a grandchild for Mr. Dolarhyde -a true heir to the family name. Then, after his or her birth, Alexander would promptly be “disposed” of. It wouldn’t be until the grandchild was older than their mother, Mallory, would stand aside and allow her child to be the “true” successor to Mr. Dolarhyde’s name.
Unfortunately, there were several unforeseen circumstances that forced Mr. Dolarhyde to alter his original plan. While she gave birth, Mrs. Mallory has experienced an unexpected and serious bleed. Quickly the nurses retrieved the child from his mother, while other personnel began resuscitation to the sound of a flatline. She was as pronounced dead.
And so Edgar Dolarhyde was finally born.
Instead of comforting his grief-stricken son, as normal fathers would, Mr. Dolarhyde kept to himself in his study -annoyed and having to rethink his plan of how to remove Alexander from the picture. Of course, he had no paternal skills, as proven to him by raising Alexander, so raising his grandson on his own was impossible -especially considering that age was beginning to take its toll.
Alexander would have to live.
However, he would be damned if he let Alexander raise his grandson into another disappointment. Overseeing his grandson’s development and upbringing was necessary to ensure that Mr. Dolarhyde would achieve his goal. And he wasn’t alone in his feat, for working alongside him was his right-hand man and head butler of the estate, Giovanni Tiedemann.
Giovanni was the eyes and ears of the estate, an omniscient force amongst his staff. When it came to his work, he knew everything about anything. There was nothing that could slip by him. However, above his oppressive personality and his demand for perfection was his loyalty to Mr. Dolarhyde. Upon seeing any illegal activities, he would gladly turn a blind eye and let them conduct business. This was only for Mr. Dolarhyde, of course, for anyone else he ratted them out and severely punished them for their behavior.
Why these two men had such a respectable relationship with one another was never known. Whatever the reason was, it was almost as if Mr. Dolarhyde has considered Mr. Tiedemann (because of his unwavering loyalty) to be his equal.
Every aspect of his grandson’s early life was managed and monitored by both of them. So whenever poor Alexander tried to establish any sort of relationship with his only son, his attention would be redirected by either his father or butler with the skillful powers of their manipulation. Through their consistent interference, the distance between father and son only continued to grow.
Unfortunately, the act of “parental bonding” would have been a fruitless effort nonetheless.
{Part 2}
Unbeknownst to his father and suspected by his grandfather, there were signs and symptoms that Edgar was suffering from something far more serious than that of paternal neglect.
The personality disorder known as “psychopathy” was an innate mental disorder that was recognized by the lack of empathy. Symptoms of egocentricity, pathological lying, shallow emotions, and violation of social norms were just several of those that were reflected in his everyday behavior. According to the Hare PCL-R (Hare Psychopathy Checklist-Revised), a diagnostic tool used to measure the psychopathic tendencies of a patient, Edgar’s developing behavior displayed 13/20 of the psychopathic traits addressed by the Hare PCL-R as an adolescent (and later 17/20 as an adult).
Of course, it was never medically diagnosed in Edgar.
What should have been a cause of concern was instead a silver lining for Mr. Dolarhyde. After having to endure decades of raising a failure, a sympathizer, he had a child with the actual potential to follow in his footsteps. Inside he had already disowned his own son long ago, but now he could finally end this chapter of his life with his son without an iota of regret. All because he finally had the son he never had in Alexander.
Oh, how ironic it was that shortly after that revelation that Mr. Dolarhyde died of a random stroke?
It would be up to Mr. Tiedemann to continue where his dear Mr. Dolarhyde has left off. The task wasn’t as complicated than originally anticipated, for the mourning Alexander couldn’t balance the grief of forever losing the opportunity to gain his father's approval and raising a child with a building number of behavioral issues. It went unnoticed to the new heir of the Dolarhyde name that a monster was maturing in his own household. All that was needed now was a guiding hand throughout his childhood.
However, it proved to be more difficult to manage the child over time. It became clear within several years that there were stark differences between Edward and Edgar’s personalities. Unlike his grandfather, Edgar lacked the suave and devilish allure that Mr. Dolarhyde has been known for. Edgar was defiant, unpredictable, and openly violent with those around him -not was he as intelligent. There was no such thing as veiled threats and subtle manipulation, everything was open and unmistakable. In a way, his behavior was just as intimidating as that of his grandfather.
Only some of the undesirable personality traits Edgar had been reformed by Mr. Tiedemann’s time and effort. However, he at least managed to accomplish some improvements -for whenever Alexander tried to intervene, every attempt at discipline proved to be completely worthless. Edgar has no respect for his father, let alone any emotional attachment.
Alexander struggled with his recurring thoughts of failure. Not only had he failed his father’s expectations, but he failed at being a father to his son as well. It wasn’t until he met Margaret Collamore that he began to relive those foreign feelings of happiness and self-worth.
Margaret was the antithesis of everything Alexander knew before when he was married to Mallory. She was selfless. The world around her was seen in rose-tinted glasses and she accepted people for their faults and shortcomings. Margaret brought Alexander back to life. Together, they were like two kindred spirits who empathized with each other’s struggles. Alexander admired and loved every single thing about her.
Alongside her was a son of her own: Isaac. At the time that the two families were set to be wed, Isaac was only been nine years old -three years younger than his soon-to-be stepbrother, Edgar.
Things were bad between you the two future stepbrothers from the very beginning. Isaac was a shy, innocent boy who just wanted to please everyone. Unfortunately for him, those traits made him the prime target for victimization, and Edgar would take absolute advantage over that. It wasn’t long before the two families met that Edgar began to abuse his younger stepbrother. Physical abuse, verbal abuse, and different types of psychological abuse would become Edgar’s new hobby.
“The most identifying trait of humanity is our ability to be inhuman to one another.”
Dean Koontz
Dean Koontz
Unbeknownst to his father and suspected by his grandfather, there were signs and symptoms that Edgar was suffering from something far more serious than that of paternal neglect.
The personality disorder known as “psychopathy” was an innate mental disorder that was recognized by the lack of empathy. Symptoms of egocentricity, pathological lying, shallow emotions, and violation of social norms were just several of those that were reflected in his everyday behavior. According to the Hare PCL-R (Hare Psychopathy Checklist-Revised), a diagnostic tool used to measure the psychopathic tendencies of a patient, Edgar’s developing behavior displayed 13/20 of the psychopathic traits addressed by the Hare PCL-R as an adolescent (and later 17/20 as an adult).
Of course, it was never medically diagnosed in Edgar.
What should have been a cause of concern was instead a silver lining for Mr. Dolarhyde. After having to endure decades of raising a failure, a sympathizer, he had a child with the actual potential to follow in his footsteps. Inside he had already disowned his own son long ago, but now he could finally end this chapter of his life with his son without an iota of regret. All because he finally had the son he never had in Alexander.
Oh, how ironic it was that shortly after that revelation that Mr. Dolarhyde died of a random stroke?
It would be up to Mr. Tiedemann to continue where his dear Mr. Dolarhyde has left off. The task wasn’t as complicated than originally anticipated, for the mourning Alexander couldn’t balance the grief of forever losing the opportunity to gain his father's approval and raising a child with a building number of behavioral issues. It went unnoticed to the new heir of the Dolarhyde name that a monster was maturing in his own household. All that was needed now was a guiding hand throughout his childhood.
However, it proved to be more difficult to manage the child over time. It became clear within several years that there were stark differences between Edward and Edgar’s personalities. Unlike his grandfather, Edgar lacked the suave and devilish allure that Mr. Dolarhyde has been known for. Edgar was defiant, unpredictable, and openly violent with those around him -not was he as intelligent. There was no such thing as veiled threats and subtle manipulation, everything was open and unmistakable. In a way, his behavior was just as intimidating as that of his grandfather.
Only some of the undesirable personality traits Edgar had been reformed by Mr. Tiedemann’s time and effort. However, he at least managed to accomplish some improvements -for whenever Alexander tried to intervene, every attempt at discipline proved to be completely worthless. Edgar has no respect for his father, let alone any emotional attachment.
Alexander struggled with his recurring thoughts of failure. Not only had he failed his father’s expectations, but he failed at being a father to his son as well. It wasn’t until he met Margaret Collamore that he began to relive those foreign feelings of happiness and self-worth.
Margaret was the antithesis of everything Alexander knew before when he was married to Mallory. She was selfless. The world around her was seen in rose-tinted glasses and she accepted people for their faults and shortcomings. Margaret brought Alexander back to life. Together, they were like two kindred spirits who empathized with each other’s struggles. Alexander admired and loved every single thing about her.
Alongside her was a son of her own: Isaac. At the time that the two families were set to be wed, Isaac was only been nine years old -three years younger than his soon-to-be stepbrother, Edgar.
Things were bad between you the two future stepbrothers from the very beginning. Isaac was a shy, innocent boy who just wanted to please everyone. Unfortunately for him, those traits made him the prime target for victimization, and Edgar would take absolute advantage over that. It wasn’t long before the two families met that Edgar began to abuse his younger stepbrother. Physical abuse, verbal abuse, and different types of psychological abuse would become Edgar’s new hobby.
{Part 3}
It was a new toy!
A living doll that would cry and cower when it was poked and prodded. Its reactions would create a thrill whenever Edgar got his hands on it. Oh! It wouldn’t dare say a word out of fear from the threats that were said to it. So it was exciting to throw it against walls and bend its limbs against its will. Edgar felt such relief with his newfound voodoo doll -all of those pent up urges to let out his violent madness was gone!
Of course, it had to be little Isaac to play the role of the doll.
Isaac would suffer through an unimaginable hell. It wasn’t just that Edgar would beat him black and blue, instead he would try to get be creative and use his disturbing imagination to torture Isaac. It was particularly fun to lock his stepbrother away in small, tight, and dark places. Edgar found it enjoyable to listen to Isaac cry in fear and beg to be let out of his cage, but Edgar would remain silent -fooling Isaac into thinking he had left to hear the building panic and distress. Isaac would eventually be isolated from both his old and new friends, for Edgar would scare them away with the threat of violence if they stayed by Isaac’s side. It wasn't surprising that most of them ending up abandoning him. And as time went on Edgar would even go so far as grappling Isaac into a choke hold and threatening to set his hair on fire with a lighter.
Edgar would terrify him whenever he was looking for him. While the younger stepbrother would hide, Edgar would wander down through the halls with callings of: “Isaaaaac, where are youuuu?” and “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Edgar’s singing voice would send shivers down his spine.
Unfortunately, there was no one for Isaac to turn to -all of his friends had deserted him. There were no adults to confide to, for not only did Edgar insist to Isaac that if he told he would bring harm to his mother, but Mr. Tiedemann also turned a blind eye to him. Whatever the abuse, he would just stand behind Edgar and merely watch it happen without saying a word. As far as he was concerned, it was only Edgar that he had to protect.
Perhaps the worst of the worst occurred when Isaac had disclosed to his mother that he was hurt and needed some help, of course omitting the perpetrator from his confession. However, all Edgar could see at that moment was a cry for help. Edgar had threatened Isaac to keep his mouth shut, but he disobeyed, and now Edgar had to prove that what he had said wasn’t merely an empty threat.
It occurred one evening when Isaac had retreated into the bathroom near his room to bathe for the night...and he had hadn’t locked the door. Edgar had tested the doorknob and upon making that discovery, he threw the door open and approached the edge of the bathtub where Isaac was sitting. Isaac hardly had time to react, for he was thrown off guard by the sudden barging in and how fast Edgar was moving. Before he knew it, Edgar had grabbed a clump of his hair and shoved his head underwater. Isaac fought against Edgar, but Edgar had leaned into the tub and was now using both hands to keep Isaac underwater. It wasn’t until Mr. Tiedemann yanked Edgar away that Isaac managed to resurface and gasp for hair. The only punishment Edgar received was a scolding from the butler and a reminder about how he was supposed to leave the “boy” to him -and for that, Edgar would begin disrespectfully referring to him as “Giovanni” for being interrupted. After that incident, things had settled down between Edgar and Isaac.
It wouldn't be for long, however, for things escalated several months later when Isaac took a brave step and told his mother about the abuse.
Edgar would end up hearing every last word from the opposite side of a wall, standing outside in the hallway while Isaac was in his bedroom admitting to his mother that it was Edgar who was behind it all. In a fit of rage, Edgar stormed into Isaac’s room and kicked his stepmother in the back of the knee, causing her to collapse to where Edgar could grab her by a lock of her hair and throw her face down onto the ground. Isaac was suddenly overcome with bravery, for he pulled Edgar away from his dazed mother in an attempt to protect her...but Edgar would have none of that. It wasn’t long before Edgar had Isaac’s hair in his hand, dragging him across the room and throwing him into his closet before proceeding to lock him in with a desk chair propped up under the doorknob.
Isaac was helpless.
All he could do was slam his hands against the door and crying out to his mom, trying to ignore that sounds of loud, quick thuds and an unnerving crunching noise. Unbeknownst to Isaac at the time, Edgar had kicked his stepmother onto her back and had broken her neck by slamming his foot down against her throat repeatedly.
And unfortunately, it appeared that Alexander had appeared at the wrong place and the wrong time.
He attempted to pull his son away from his wife, who was still continuing to stomp her after death, with the biggest grin ever seen on his face. A disturbed laugh rattled in his throat as he was dragged away from his stepmother, ignoring the sounds of his father screaming about what he had done and why he had done it. Edgar had only caught his eye momentarily, for a split second, before he reached over to Isaac’s desk and grabbed a pen off of it next to his brother's homework. In an instant, the writing tool was embedded into Alexander’s side and Edgar had forced him to the floor. Edgar had straddled his father’s chest, overpowering him and keeping him against the ground, while he wrapped both of his hands around his father's throat. Alexander struggled, swatting his hands at Edgar who managed to keep a firm hold on him -still wearing that same smile as before.
Edgar held him there for three minutes.
Left behind and embedded into Alexander’s skin was a red mark for each finger that had held him down. Isaac had grown quite throughout the incident. Fortunately for him, it was that silence that kept him safe, for the euphoria Edgar was overcome with had made him forget about his trapped stepbrother. Still smiling and quietly laughing to himself, pleased with what he had done, Edgar released his father from his grasp and stood up -looking down at his father with a square-toothed grin stretching from ear to ear.
It wasn’t until Mr. Teidemann entered the room that Edgar seemed to snap back to reality.
Instead of expressing panic or disappointment, the butler merely smiled softly and shook his head in disbelief. It would have happened sooner or later, he knew that, but what he didn’t expect was the violence was behind it. Oh, but he should have known that things wouldn’t be like that of his grandfather. Whereas Edward Dolarhyde was a clever and calculating man, Edgar was impulsive and unpredictable. They were completely different and yet so alike at the same time. Inside his heart, Mr. Tiedemann knew that Mr. Dolarhyde would be happy. Although his grandson wasn’t a perfect replica like he had hoped, his son Alexander was put to an end. He would have much rather have Edgar carry his last name instead of his son.
After looking around the room, he noticed that there was a chair propped up against the closet door. In an act of “mercy,” he withheld the information that it was Isaac still hiding inside and instead ushered Edgar out of the room -closing the door behind him.
Now he would have to deal with tampering the scene of the crime in order to keep suspicion off the new heir to the Dolarhyde name. First off, he would have to separate the two stepbrothers and lock them away in different rooms so that they wouldn’t get in the way. Edgar went willingly, of course, but Mr. Tiedemann had to carefully approach Isaac from his hiding place and pull him out. The boy was in complete shock. The boy was unresponsive. The boy was completely absent of any emotion. So, it was relatively easy for the butler to pick him up and carry him into another room -where he would then lay him down on a spare bed before exiting the room and locking it from the outside.
With the first body held in his arms, he carried the deceased man through the mansion and down a stairwell and into the wine cellar. There was a pathway hidden behind a shelf of expensive bottles of wine, one that almost completely invisible to the naked eye. If anyone's curiosity happened to get the better of them, the rows of high-priced products would have been a deterrence. Anyone would notice that something was moved with that. Not only that, but they always ran the risk of breaking the bottles that were in their way. Of course, there was a secret switch, one that was only known to Mr. Tiedemann in fact. With a push of the finger, the shelf moved forward and to the left -all of the bottles still perfectly in place.
A short walk through the hidden, underground tunnel was a well. It was built up from the ground and made of stone. Inside, it was completely black. There was no light existing inside of it. But with a scratch of a match, Mr. Tiedemann dropped it into the well where it finally hit the bottom. Lying on the floor and against the rounded walls were several skeletons. Mr. Dolarhyde had his share of victims as well. And so in one swift motion, the butler pushed the body of Alexander over the edge, waiting till he heard the sound of flesh and bone hitting the bottom. After that, he returned to the mansion to collect the body of Margaret.
It would look like Mr. and Mrs. Dolarhyde ran away from their home, leaving their children behind, only to have their eldest son flee to escape the prestigious upper-class lifestyle that he hated so much. Of course, this would all be after Mr. Tiedemann cleaned up all the blood. In the end, all that would be left was little Isaac. So when the boy came to he “escorted” him down and into the tunnel towards the well. With another match between his fingers, he lit up the bottom of the well to show off the dead that were resting. If Isaac ever decided to speak up about this little “mishap,” he ensured that he would spend the rest of eternity with his mother, lost to the world and left in the dark.
Adding insult to injury, it appeared as if Alexander had never gotten around to add his stepson into his will. Oh, it was such a pleasure for Giovanni to read that. Everything was still under Edgar’s name. Absolutely nothing would be left for Isaac. Eventually, the police were informed of the disappearance, and Mr. Tiedemann informed that he would manage the mansion until Mr. or Mrs. Dolarhyde returned. Again, it wasn’t the end of Isaac’s suffering, for Mr. Tiedemann told the police that he was not qualified to be Isaac’s guardian. The boy would be removed from his home and have to face whatever fate was thrown to him.
“I didn’t want to hurt them, I only wanted to kill them.”
David Berkowitz
Trigger Warning
Sibling Abuse & Parenticide
David Berkowitz
Trigger Warning
Sibling Abuse & Parenticide
It was a new toy!
A living doll that would cry and cower when it was poked and prodded. Its reactions would create a thrill whenever Edgar got his hands on it. Oh! It wouldn’t dare say a word out of fear from the threats that were said to it. So it was exciting to throw it against walls and bend its limbs against its will. Edgar felt such relief with his newfound voodoo doll -all of those pent up urges to let out his violent madness was gone!
Of course, it had to be little Isaac to play the role of the doll.
Isaac would suffer through an unimaginable hell. It wasn’t just that Edgar would beat him black and blue, instead he would try to get be creative and use his disturbing imagination to torture Isaac. It was particularly fun to lock his stepbrother away in small, tight, and dark places. Edgar found it enjoyable to listen to Isaac cry in fear and beg to be let out of his cage, but Edgar would remain silent -fooling Isaac into thinking he had left to hear the building panic and distress. Isaac would eventually be isolated from both his old and new friends, for Edgar would scare them away with the threat of violence if they stayed by Isaac’s side. It wasn't surprising that most of them ending up abandoning him. And as time went on Edgar would even go so far as grappling Isaac into a choke hold and threatening to set his hair on fire with a lighter.
Edgar would terrify him whenever he was looking for him. While the younger stepbrother would hide, Edgar would wander down through the halls with callings of: “Isaaaaac, where are youuuu?” and “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Edgar’s singing voice would send shivers down his spine.
Unfortunately, there was no one for Isaac to turn to -all of his friends had deserted him. There were no adults to confide to, for not only did Edgar insist to Isaac that if he told he would bring harm to his mother, but Mr. Tiedemann also turned a blind eye to him. Whatever the abuse, he would just stand behind Edgar and merely watch it happen without saying a word. As far as he was concerned, it was only Edgar that he had to protect.
Perhaps the worst of the worst occurred when Isaac had disclosed to his mother that he was hurt and needed some help, of course omitting the perpetrator from his confession. However, all Edgar could see at that moment was a cry for help. Edgar had threatened Isaac to keep his mouth shut, but he disobeyed, and now Edgar had to prove that what he had said wasn’t merely an empty threat.
It occurred one evening when Isaac had retreated into the bathroom near his room to bathe for the night...and he had hadn’t locked the door. Edgar had tested the doorknob and upon making that discovery, he threw the door open and approached the edge of the bathtub where Isaac was sitting. Isaac hardly had time to react, for he was thrown off guard by the sudden barging in and how fast Edgar was moving. Before he knew it, Edgar had grabbed a clump of his hair and shoved his head underwater. Isaac fought against Edgar, but Edgar had leaned into the tub and was now using both hands to keep Isaac underwater. It wasn’t until Mr. Tiedemann yanked Edgar away that Isaac managed to resurface and gasp for hair. The only punishment Edgar received was a scolding from the butler and a reminder about how he was supposed to leave the “boy” to him -and for that, Edgar would begin disrespectfully referring to him as “Giovanni” for being interrupted. After that incident, things had settled down between Edgar and Isaac.
It wouldn't be for long, however, for things escalated several months later when Isaac took a brave step and told his mother about the abuse.
Edgar would end up hearing every last word from the opposite side of a wall, standing outside in the hallway while Isaac was in his bedroom admitting to his mother that it was Edgar who was behind it all. In a fit of rage, Edgar stormed into Isaac’s room and kicked his stepmother in the back of the knee, causing her to collapse to where Edgar could grab her by a lock of her hair and throw her face down onto the ground. Isaac was suddenly overcome with bravery, for he pulled Edgar away from his dazed mother in an attempt to protect her...but Edgar would have none of that. It wasn’t long before Edgar had Isaac’s hair in his hand, dragging him across the room and throwing him into his closet before proceeding to lock him in with a desk chair propped up under the doorknob.
Isaac was helpless.
All he could do was slam his hands against the door and crying out to his mom, trying to ignore that sounds of loud, quick thuds and an unnerving crunching noise. Unbeknownst to Isaac at the time, Edgar had kicked his stepmother onto her back and had broken her neck by slamming his foot down against her throat repeatedly.
And unfortunately, it appeared that Alexander had appeared at the wrong place and the wrong time.
He attempted to pull his son away from his wife, who was still continuing to stomp her after death, with the biggest grin ever seen on his face. A disturbed laugh rattled in his throat as he was dragged away from his stepmother, ignoring the sounds of his father screaming about what he had done and why he had done it. Edgar had only caught his eye momentarily, for a split second, before he reached over to Isaac’s desk and grabbed a pen off of it next to his brother's homework. In an instant, the writing tool was embedded into Alexander’s side and Edgar had forced him to the floor. Edgar had straddled his father’s chest, overpowering him and keeping him against the ground, while he wrapped both of his hands around his father's throat. Alexander struggled, swatting his hands at Edgar who managed to keep a firm hold on him -still wearing that same smile as before.
Edgar held him there for three minutes.
Left behind and embedded into Alexander’s skin was a red mark for each finger that had held him down. Isaac had grown quite throughout the incident. Fortunately for him, it was that silence that kept him safe, for the euphoria Edgar was overcome with had made him forget about his trapped stepbrother. Still smiling and quietly laughing to himself, pleased with what he had done, Edgar released his father from his grasp and stood up -looking down at his father with a square-toothed grin stretching from ear to ear.
It wasn’t until Mr. Teidemann entered the room that Edgar seemed to snap back to reality.
Instead of expressing panic or disappointment, the butler merely smiled softly and shook his head in disbelief. It would have happened sooner or later, he knew that, but what he didn’t expect was the violence was behind it. Oh, but he should have known that things wouldn’t be like that of his grandfather. Whereas Edward Dolarhyde was a clever and calculating man, Edgar was impulsive and unpredictable. They were completely different and yet so alike at the same time. Inside his heart, Mr. Tiedemann knew that Mr. Dolarhyde would be happy. Although his grandson wasn’t a perfect replica like he had hoped, his son Alexander was put to an end. He would have much rather have Edgar carry his last name instead of his son.
After looking around the room, he noticed that there was a chair propped up against the closet door. In an act of “mercy,” he withheld the information that it was Isaac still hiding inside and instead ushered Edgar out of the room -closing the door behind him.
Now he would have to deal with tampering the scene of the crime in order to keep suspicion off the new heir to the Dolarhyde name. First off, he would have to separate the two stepbrothers and lock them away in different rooms so that they wouldn’t get in the way. Edgar went willingly, of course, but Mr. Tiedemann had to carefully approach Isaac from his hiding place and pull him out. The boy was in complete shock. The boy was unresponsive. The boy was completely absent of any emotion. So, it was relatively easy for the butler to pick him up and carry him into another room -where he would then lay him down on a spare bed before exiting the room and locking it from the outside.
With the first body held in his arms, he carried the deceased man through the mansion and down a stairwell and into the wine cellar. There was a pathway hidden behind a shelf of expensive bottles of wine, one that almost completely invisible to the naked eye. If anyone's curiosity happened to get the better of them, the rows of high-priced products would have been a deterrence. Anyone would notice that something was moved with that. Not only that, but they always ran the risk of breaking the bottles that were in their way. Of course, there was a secret switch, one that was only known to Mr. Tiedemann in fact. With a push of the finger, the shelf moved forward and to the left -all of the bottles still perfectly in place.
A short walk through the hidden, underground tunnel was a well. It was built up from the ground and made of stone. Inside, it was completely black. There was no light existing inside of it. But with a scratch of a match, Mr. Tiedemann dropped it into the well where it finally hit the bottom. Lying on the floor and against the rounded walls were several skeletons. Mr. Dolarhyde had his share of victims as well. And so in one swift motion, the butler pushed the body of Alexander over the edge, waiting till he heard the sound of flesh and bone hitting the bottom. After that, he returned to the mansion to collect the body of Margaret.
It would look like Mr. and Mrs. Dolarhyde ran away from their home, leaving their children behind, only to have their eldest son flee to escape the prestigious upper-class lifestyle that he hated so much. Of course, this would all be after Mr. Tiedemann cleaned up all the blood. In the end, all that would be left was little Isaac. So when the boy came to he “escorted” him down and into the tunnel towards the well. With another match between his fingers, he lit up the bottom of the well to show off the dead that were resting. If Isaac ever decided to speak up about this little “mishap,” he ensured that he would spend the rest of eternity with his mother, lost to the world and left in the dark.
Adding insult to injury, it appeared as if Alexander had never gotten around to add his stepson into his will. Oh, it was such a pleasure for Giovanni to read that. Everything was still under Edgar’s name. Absolutely nothing would be left for Isaac. Eventually, the police were informed of the disappearance, and Mr. Tiedemann informed that he would manage the mansion until Mr. or Mrs. Dolarhyde returned. Again, it wasn’t the end of Isaac’s suffering, for Mr. Tiedemann told the police that he was not qualified to be Isaac’s guardian. The boy would be removed from his home and have to face whatever fate was thrown to him.
{Part 4}
A life outside that aristocratic society had finally set him free!
Escaping that obnoxious lifestyle had gone off without a hitch. Not only had he managed to flee his hometown for a more urban setting, but he also wasn’t empty-handed. In his possession was enough cash to survive on his own for some time. Mr. Tiedemann had made sure of that. Not only that, but the man had ensured that he would be looking after Edgar from afar -although Edgar had loudly expressed that he wanted none of that.
Things started out rather slow for Edgar. With a roof over his head from renting a less-than-average apartment, he started spending on clothes and accessories to fit his new look...and finally, he started to see himself as to how he always wanted to be. That shady attire of his helped him attract the right kind of “work.” People began paying him for underhanded jobs. Luckily there was always someone who wanted someone hurt, or someone kidnapped, or occasionally someone murdered. Edgar proved to be more than capable for this type of work.
Soon enough, he would receive a promotion for his hard work and be invited into a notorious street gang. Edgar took up the offer, obviously, and continued to build up his new rap sheet. Of course, his identity would be exposed after some time has passed. People believed that he had just fallen from grace after the disappearance of his family, although some had begun to suspect that it was a case of murder instead of missing persons.
And so he began to build quite a rap sheet for himself. There were warrants out for his arrest for the crimes of multiple aggravated assaults, kidnapping, bank robberies, arson, extortion, blackmail, and of course murder. It would have been quite an impressive resume if he had ever tried to apply for another crime syndicate. Hell, maybe even the mafia would have taken him in as family. Edgar would do well as a hitman! But it turned out he was quite comfortable with where he was at. Sure, there were rules he had to follow, but for the most part, he was free to do as he pleased.
Introducing him to the world of drugs and narcotic was like a dream come true! It began as a little taste test out of curiosity, but it quickly evolved into a full-fledged addiction. Edgar’s drug of choice became methamphetamine on the first dose. The euphoria he had felt was almost identical to that of murder -and he loved it so.
An opportunity came along for Edgar to try his hand at being a debt-collector for his growing gang. There were people throughout the city that owed them money, whether it be for their share of the profits from small-time dealers or repaying them for service expenses. Someone who was hired for a contract killing wasn’t exactly an inexpensive payment, obviously.
There was one person in particular who owed a lot of money. It wasn’t like he was trying to pay them back, however. Instead, he merely ran away and tried to hide from them -even going so far as moving from place to place at least every week. Eventually, though, they would catch up to him, and it just so happened to be Edgar who kicked down his door and happened to barge into his motel room.
So, he tried to beg for forgiveness and ask for an extension for his repayment. Those pleas went completely ignored. Everyone knew by now that he wasn’t worth giving another free pass. That lowly excuse for a man needed to be reminded just who he was dealing with.
Without missing a step, Edgar closed the distance between the two of them and grabbed onto the man’s shirt and pushed him back into the wall. When he hit the wall, Edgar immediately grabbed onto the debtor's shirt with both hands and flung him into the adjacent wall -slamming his head against the drywall repeatedly. After a few more hits the man slumped to the floor, unconscious, and completely powerless against what would happen next.
It was time for Edgar to make a statement.
Everything inside of that musty motel room was trashed: blinds were torn from the windows, all of the furniture was toppled over, the bed was thrown off of its bed frame, and the mattress and pillows had been crudely cut open -revealing its mess of intestines out of stuffing and springs. Unfortunately for him, having his motel room trashed wasn’t the only form of punishment for messing with them. Anything worth of value was stripped from the room and handed off to two goons who were waiting outside. They were there to load up their “repayment” into a nondescript car and take everything back to a safe house until things blew over.
All that was left was a single Poké Ball that had been hidden away in the top drawer of the nightstand.
Edgar picked up the spherical mechanism and rolled it around in his hand. Without a doubt whatever was inside of it would be of some value. After a few moments, he began to bounce the ball up and down in his hand as he contemplated what to do with it. Edgar had never had a Pokémon before. Sure, he had always been interested, but he never had a need for one. As he continued to mess with the Poké Ball, his face contorted itself as thought over his options. Suddenly, the dual colored sphere came to a stop in his palm -he had made his decision.
Surely he deserved some compensation for his time and effort? Well, at least he just so happened to think so. Edgar smirked at his decision and tucked the Poké Ball into the pocket of his overcoat. If anyone had any complaints, well, they would have to confront him about it? Although everyone knew that it was never a good idea...
“It wasn’t dark and scary as it sounds. I had a lot of fun...killing somebody’s a funny experience.”
Albert DeSalvo
Albert DeSalvo
A life outside that aristocratic society had finally set him free!
Escaping that obnoxious lifestyle had gone off without a hitch. Not only had he managed to flee his hometown for a more urban setting, but he also wasn’t empty-handed. In his possession was enough cash to survive on his own for some time. Mr. Tiedemann had made sure of that. Not only that, but the man had ensured that he would be looking after Edgar from afar -although Edgar had loudly expressed that he wanted none of that.
Things started out rather slow for Edgar. With a roof over his head from renting a less-than-average apartment, he started spending on clothes and accessories to fit his new look...and finally, he started to see himself as to how he always wanted to be. That shady attire of his helped him attract the right kind of “work.” People began paying him for underhanded jobs. Luckily there was always someone who wanted someone hurt, or someone kidnapped, or occasionally someone murdered. Edgar proved to be more than capable for this type of work.
Soon enough, he would receive a promotion for his hard work and be invited into a notorious street gang. Edgar took up the offer, obviously, and continued to build up his new rap sheet. Of course, his identity would be exposed after some time has passed. People believed that he had just fallen from grace after the disappearance of his family, although some had begun to suspect that it was a case of murder instead of missing persons.
And so he began to build quite a rap sheet for himself. There were warrants out for his arrest for the crimes of multiple aggravated assaults, kidnapping, bank robberies, arson, extortion, blackmail, and of course murder. It would have been quite an impressive resume if he had ever tried to apply for another crime syndicate. Hell, maybe even the mafia would have taken him in as family. Edgar would do well as a hitman! But it turned out he was quite comfortable with where he was at. Sure, there were rules he had to follow, but for the most part, he was free to do as he pleased.
Introducing him to the world of drugs and narcotic was like a dream come true! It began as a little taste test out of curiosity, but it quickly evolved into a full-fledged addiction. Edgar’s drug of choice became methamphetamine on the first dose. The euphoria he had felt was almost identical to that of murder -and he loved it so.
An opportunity came along for Edgar to try his hand at being a debt-collector for his growing gang. There were people throughout the city that owed them money, whether it be for their share of the profits from small-time dealers or repaying them for service expenses. Someone who was hired for a contract killing wasn’t exactly an inexpensive payment, obviously.
There was one person in particular who owed a lot of money. It wasn’t like he was trying to pay them back, however. Instead, he merely ran away and tried to hide from them -even going so far as moving from place to place at least every week. Eventually, though, they would catch up to him, and it just so happened to be Edgar who kicked down his door and happened to barge into his motel room.
So, he tried to beg for forgiveness and ask for an extension for his repayment. Those pleas went completely ignored. Everyone knew by now that he wasn’t worth giving another free pass. That lowly excuse for a man needed to be reminded just who he was dealing with.
Without missing a step, Edgar closed the distance between the two of them and grabbed onto the man’s shirt and pushed him back into the wall. When he hit the wall, Edgar immediately grabbed onto the debtor's shirt with both hands and flung him into the adjacent wall -slamming his head against the drywall repeatedly. After a few more hits the man slumped to the floor, unconscious, and completely powerless against what would happen next.
It was time for Edgar to make a statement.
Everything inside of that musty motel room was trashed: blinds were torn from the windows, all of the furniture was toppled over, the bed was thrown off of its bed frame, and the mattress and pillows had been crudely cut open -revealing its mess of intestines out of stuffing and springs. Unfortunately for him, having his motel room trashed wasn’t the only form of punishment for messing with them. Anything worth of value was stripped from the room and handed off to two goons who were waiting outside. They were there to load up their “repayment” into a nondescript car and take everything back to a safe house until things blew over.
All that was left was a single Poké Ball that had been hidden away in the top drawer of the nightstand.
Edgar picked up the spherical mechanism and rolled it around in his hand. Without a doubt whatever was inside of it would be of some value. After a few moments, he began to bounce the ball up and down in his hand as he contemplated what to do with it. Edgar had never had a Pokémon before. Sure, he had always been interested, but he never had a need for one. As he continued to mess with the Poké Ball, his face contorted itself as thought over his options. Suddenly, the dual colored sphere came to a stop in his palm -he had made his decision.
Surely he deserved some compensation for his time and effort? Well, at least he just so happened to think so. Edgar smirked at his decision and tucked the Poké Ball into the pocket of his overcoat. If anyone had any complaints, well, they would have to confront him about it? Although everyone knew that it was never a good idea...
{Part 5}
The life inside that community of lowlifes and scumbags was quite welcoming for anyone with a bad rap. There was a sense of camaraderie amongst the criminals. Everyone knew who was approachable and was were not.
Oddly enough, members seem to flock to their most disturbed member -Edgar. You could never be sure with who allied themselves with him due to admiration or fear. Edgar was the type of person that nobody wanted to be enemies with. Things began to change, however, when a newcomer came into the picture. It was odd to see someone so...different...amongst the other members of the gang. Everyone could sense that obnoxious smell of superiority around him. It wasn’t just that he thought highly of himself, but he also dressed the part.
Edgar didn’t like him from the start.
Of course, this meant it that the two of them would be forced to be paired together for jobs. It was just the way the world worked. Although the two resented one another, they actually worked well together. In the end, their polar opposite personalities actually complemented one another. It was their differences that made them stronger than anyone else. Simply put: Thorn was the brain and Edgar was the brawns. Together, they made one formidable enemy. Now it wasn’t as if the two of them had become best friends over their success. No, they still each wanted the other dead, but there was something between them that Edgar would never truly understand. In a way, Thorn was perhaps the closest thing to a “friend” that Edgar ever had.
Unfortunately, the person in charge of their little “organization” was becoming quite overconfident. For whatever reason, he thought that Edgar and Thorn’s success meant that the others were improving as well. That was not the case, however. And so started sending out his members to complete tasks that they were nowhere qualified for. People were starting to get caught red-handed and their jobs were becoming messy. It wasn’t exactly fun for Edgar and Thorn either, for they were being sent out on jobs that were becoming more and more ridiculous with each one. There were limitations to their gang, whether it be functional or financial, and it appeared as if their boss was beginning to disregard that with his growing arrogance.
Everything would continue to escalate until it finally came to an abrupt end.
Performing something such as a major heist would surely require supervision from someone capable: someone who knew the operation from the inside and out. However, their leader thought that it would be unnecessary for someone to oversee the heist. It was the worst decision he had ever made. As a matter of fact, it was practically suicidal. The other members were sent out to the Celedon Supercenter, in broad daylight, to perform an armed robbery.
It didn’t go over well, obviously.
Now their hideout was surrounded by the police. Outside was the sound of sirens and the flash of police lights while the police yelled over loudspeakers for everyone's surrender. Most of the other gang members had rushed down to the first floor and attempted to bar them from entering the compound. Everyone was panicking. Upstairs, the person in charge was starting to become hysterical as well. Everything was starting to fall down on him. While frantically pacing inside of his office, he started to command both Edgar and Thorn to either solve the problem or evacuate him from the premises. To him, the only people he needed to get out of this situation was Edgar, Thorn, and himself. Everyone downstairs was completely dispensable.
Unbeknownst to him, he wasn’t about to be escorted to safety by either of them. As his panic continued to amplify, he would move anxiously towards the back wall and pull back the blinds with a finger to stare at the mess he had made outside. Such an overwhelming fear of being caught had distracted him enough for Edgar to approach him from behind. With a pat on the shoulder, Edgar would quite literally proceed to backstab him. Overpowered by the burning pain bleeding out from his back, the man collapsed to his knees and desperately tried to grab the knife out of its new fleshy sheath. No matter how hard he tried to twist his hands back around his body, however, he could never reach the blade that was embedded in his backside right between his shoulder blades.
Meanwhile, it had appeared as if Thorn had taken it upon himself to douse the entire room with a bottle of liquor. Without a word to one another, they somehow seemed to know what the other was thinking: to wash their hands of this miserable place. Edgar had knocked their old boss over with his with the heel of his boot, pushing him over onto the ground as he writhed in pain and continued to desperately reach for the knife in his back. Apparently he was too overwhelmed in pain and agony that he hadn’t noticed his two little traitors climbing through one of the windows and out onto the fire escape.
It wasn’t until he heard Thorn speak one last time that he looked up, only to see the a match thrown into the room. In a split second, he seemed to finally realize what the room was soaked with, but he wouldn’t have another thought as the room combusted into a ball of fire.
They left that burning building behind them, not even bothering to watch their work as the fire and smoke swirled about in the sky above. Together they merely walked down the street, completely unseen by any of the police officials -for they all had their eyes set on the burning building before them.
All that was left for them now was to leave this god forsaken region and continue their adventure elsewhere.
“I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.”
Edgar Allen Poe
Edgar Allen Poe
The life inside that community of lowlifes and scumbags was quite welcoming for anyone with a bad rap. There was a sense of camaraderie amongst the criminals. Everyone knew who was approachable and was were not.
Oddly enough, members seem to flock to their most disturbed member -Edgar. You could never be sure with who allied themselves with him due to admiration or fear. Edgar was the type of person that nobody wanted to be enemies with. Things began to change, however, when a newcomer came into the picture. It was odd to see someone so...different...amongst the other members of the gang. Everyone could sense that obnoxious smell of superiority around him. It wasn’t just that he thought highly of himself, but he also dressed the part.
Edgar didn’t like him from the start.
Of course, this meant it that the two of them would be forced to be paired together for jobs. It was just the way the world worked. Although the two resented one another, they actually worked well together. In the end, their polar opposite personalities actually complemented one another. It was their differences that made them stronger than anyone else. Simply put: Thorn was the brain and Edgar was the brawns. Together, they made one formidable enemy. Now it wasn’t as if the two of them had become best friends over their success. No, they still each wanted the other dead, but there was something between them that Edgar would never truly understand. In a way, Thorn was perhaps the closest thing to a “friend” that Edgar ever had.
Unfortunately, the person in charge of their little “organization” was becoming quite overconfident. For whatever reason, he thought that Edgar and Thorn’s success meant that the others were improving as well. That was not the case, however. And so started sending out his members to complete tasks that they were nowhere qualified for. People were starting to get caught red-handed and their jobs were becoming messy. It wasn’t exactly fun for Edgar and Thorn either, for they were being sent out on jobs that were becoming more and more ridiculous with each one. There were limitations to their gang, whether it be functional or financial, and it appeared as if their boss was beginning to disregard that with his growing arrogance.
Everything would continue to escalate until it finally came to an abrupt end.
Performing something such as a major heist would surely require supervision from someone capable: someone who knew the operation from the inside and out. However, their leader thought that it would be unnecessary for someone to oversee the heist. It was the worst decision he had ever made. As a matter of fact, it was practically suicidal. The other members were sent out to the Celedon Supercenter, in broad daylight, to perform an armed robbery.
It didn’t go over well, obviously.
Now their hideout was surrounded by the police. Outside was the sound of sirens and the flash of police lights while the police yelled over loudspeakers for everyone's surrender. Most of the other gang members had rushed down to the first floor and attempted to bar them from entering the compound. Everyone was panicking. Upstairs, the person in charge was starting to become hysterical as well. Everything was starting to fall down on him. While frantically pacing inside of his office, he started to command both Edgar and Thorn to either solve the problem or evacuate him from the premises. To him, the only people he needed to get out of this situation was Edgar, Thorn, and himself. Everyone downstairs was completely dispensable.
Unbeknownst to him, he wasn’t about to be escorted to safety by either of them. As his panic continued to amplify, he would move anxiously towards the back wall and pull back the blinds with a finger to stare at the mess he had made outside. Such an overwhelming fear of being caught had distracted him enough for Edgar to approach him from behind. With a pat on the shoulder, Edgar would quite literally proceed to backstab him. Overpowered by the burning pain bleeding out from his back, the man collapsed to his knees and desperately tried to grab the knife out of its new fleshy sheath. No matter how hard he tried to twist his hands back around his body, however, he could never reach the blade that was embedded in his backside right between his shoulder blades.
Meanwhile, it had appeared as if Thorn had taken it upon himself to douse the entire room with a bottle of liquor. Without a word to one another, they somehow seemed to know what the other was thinking: to wash their hands of this miserable place. Edgar had knocked their old boss over with his with the heel of his boot, pushing him over onto the ground as he writhed in pain and continued to desperately reach for the knife in his back. Apparently he was too overwhelmed in pain and agony that he hadn’t noticed his two little traitors climbing through one of the windows and out onto the fire escape.
It wasn’t until he heard Thorn speak one last time that he looked up, only to see the a match thrown into the room. In a split second, he seemed to finally realize what the room was soaked with, but he wouldn’t have another thought as the room combusted into a ball of fire.
They left that burning building behind them, not even bothering to watch their work as the fire and smoke swirled about in the sky above. Together they merely walked down the street, completely unseen by any of the police officials -for they all had their eyes set on the burning building before them.
All that was left for them now was to leave this god forsaken region and continue their adventure elsewhere.
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