Post by L on Mar 26, 2020 21:11:35 GMT -5
The night eventually came after his slaughter of the guards at the checkpoint, he didn't have the first clue where to start on his path to finding TYRANT or Amy Grace. He did attempt to dig a little but he didn't have much on him in the way of technology and it wasn't like he really knew what the so called Maiden of Revolution looked like. The idea to check the RPD came from previous experiences in his youth.
He entered the building and stopped before the scanner, there were police officers telling him to walk through but he smiled and simply said.
"I am the one who killed the guards at the checkpoint, I am turning myself in."
There he sat in an isolated cell in the basement of the police department, it was all part of his plan but he was waiting knowing someone would be interested to know why he did it, knowing someone from TYRANT would eventually come see him. There was a guard outside his cell sitting at a table watching him carefully.
"Do you know the weight of a poem on a delicate mans mind," asked L.
"Shut up," said the guard.
"One would assume words in a sentence shouldn't affect the mind yet why do we cry when we read things that come close to our hearts? Are words not just a form of our thoughts, and thoughts cannot hurt us so why do we cry?"
"I said shut up," the guard repeated.
"Perhaps if you would take into consideration the words I speak to you, you'd understand my conversation is to kill the time so that we both not sit here in silence you staring at me, I staring back," L said, a smirk on his face.
"Mother fucker do you want me to come in there," the guard asked.
"Please, there is nothing stopping me from killing you where you sit now, I am only here to indulge until the right moment comes my way."
The guard began to stand up, "the right moment?!"
Suddenly his left knee buckled and he was sitting back in the chair and L pulled his right hand toward him and the chair pulled into the table seating the man properly again. The guard's eyes were wide as he stared at L.
"The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.... Rainer Maria Rilke," L said, a smile on his face as the guard simply nodded at him, something was causing him pain, L had his finger jabbed into his palm and blood was dripping to the floor, he was projecting his own pain onto the guards liver while also amplifying it in his mind, "now, indulge me sir and I will give you peace while you do your job."
The guard nodded.
"A good poem is a contribution to reality..."
And so he would wait...
He entered the building and stopped before the scanner, there were police officers telling him to walk through but he smiled and simply said.
"I am the one who killed the guards at the checkpoint, I am turning myself in."
There he sat in an isolated cell in the basement of the police department, it was all part of his plan but he was waiting knowing someone would be interested to know why he did it, knowing someone from TYRANT would eventually come see him. There was a guard outside his cell sitting at a table watching him carefully.
"Do you know the weight of a poem on a delicate mans mind," asked L.
"Shut up," said the guard.
"One would assume words in a sentence shouldn't affect the mind yet why do we cry when we read things that come close to our hearts? Are words not just a form of our thoughts, and thoughts cannot hurt us so why do we cry?"
"I said shut up," the guard repeated.
"Perhaps if you would take into consideration the words I speak to you, you'd understand my conversation is to kill the time so that we both not sit here in silence you staring at me, I staring back," L said, a smirk on his face.
"Mother fucker do you want me to come in there," the guard asked.
"Please, there is nothing stopping me from killing you where you sit now, I am only here to indulge until the right moment comes my way."
The guard began to stand up, "the right moment?!"
Suddenly his left knee buckled and he was sitting back in the chair and L pulled his right hand toward him and the chair pulled into the table seating the man properly again. The guard's eyes were wide as he stared at L.
"The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.... Rainer Maria Rilke," L said, a smile on his face as the guard simply nodded at him, something was causing him pain, L had his finger jabbed into his palm and blood was dripping to the floor, he was projecting his own pain onto the guards liver while also amplifying it in his mind, "now, indulge me sir and I will give you peace while you do your job."
The guard nodded.
"A good poem is a contribution to reality..."
And so he would wait...