Chapter 1: One
I am Francis Luke.
An ordinary man working as a clown during the day.
I love to see children smile so innocent but I hate seeing a child smiling because of the misery of others.
I'm an orphan. I live a troublesome life where kids take the misery and mistake of others as a joke. Making my life like a big fat joke each day because it is fun for them.
During the night?
I become a serial murder man with an opera mask. Targeting politicians and sinful rich.
I love to see them look at me while I slowly break them down as they look at their hard work going to other people.
I admit, Am I not a hero?
Yeah, a huge no but I ain't regret that. I do this because I believe I am right. Moral ties us with society.
In native america time, people duel to death due to argument. Strong men walk with their chest pump out as coward gossip and curse.
What I am doing now is reading.
Yeah, someone saw what I am doing and write a book.
[Pleasure to Myself & Hope to Others.]
If Boogeyman is real then I am better than him.
This book literally recorded all possible people who I donated the money I got from all my victims. I didn't know about them after the job is done.
They also recorded all my possible victims but they only got 25% of all of them right.
All I wish from Santa is to make me shapeshifter to anything or anyone.
It will help me greatly doing my hobby.
Why am I thinking about this? Well, I am dying. Diagnose with brain cancer after doing my monthly check-up after my psychiatric test.
I check if I am losing myself. If that happens I will put the bullet in my head.
Well, my twisted ideals are way too powerful to lose my sanity.
If you ask why the murderer is insane or psychopath?
Then I'm gonna say to you.
We are also people, an outcast of society and imprison by ideas of other people.
It makes me sick looking at a man with starry eyes gazing on a celebrity or a politician doing their speeches.
I look at people who lose themselves to society just to blend in. To be adored!
I see the world differently, where weak become the mindless robot following others path.
Insanity is different from each people's view.
I murder sanely because I want to pleasure myself and my ideals.
Yeah, I know I am twisting my words.
Everyone always has a reason but for me? I don't I just do it without regret. I choose the best target and executed them after looting all I can.
For my final job. I wish it to be a masterpiece where everyone will remember me the great clown of freedom.
Who I will target now?
[World Leaders]
I will reserve you the best front line sit.
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I overlook the grand building that will house the World Leaders Meeting in a month.
My masterpiece.
"Feels Good!" I said to myself.
Start to prepare all this I need.
Wearing maintenance I walk in. Guards greeted me with full-body searches. I give my bag to them.
"Get in." The guard said.
"Have a nice day," I said to him with a smile.
Humming a song for myself to inspire me more.
Looking everywhere.
Huge pillars with curves. White paint coats covering all the walls.
Remembering all of this as I walk inside the supposed meeting room.
Like a camera, my mind remembers it all. Every nook and cranny.
"Do your job boys," a man wearing an amiable smile said. My team leader, I hope he lives long.
I put my bag down and got ready to repaint the room.
Start at the top. Paint it white again. But below these paint are sparkles.
Setting up the foothold. I arrange all the things.
Once I reach the very top. Pulling something inside my teeth. A very thin wire.
With my back shield my partner on my job.
I pull a cylinder thing out with a thin wire. I smile.
Sticking in on the top corner of the wall then covering in with paint as I let the wire go down.
I do it on all corners of the room. I make the paint on the cylinder very much similar on the other part with optical illusion.
"Let me go to the bathroom first."
My partner left me alone.
I risk my bladder to wait for him to leave.
Fastly, I collected all the wires toward a very small hole making sure they are not noticeable with also paint and optical illusion. In dark, these wires will be slightly visible if someone tries to find it. But what will you find if you don't know anything you are searching for?
Last month, I break in here slowly planning all the place I will lay down my work of art.
For 2 weeks I filled the place with my work of art.
I feel shivers from this. I want to scream really bad but I have to wait I need my best laugh at the end.
On the last day of the job, I make sure I can break-in.
"Last day! So where is the next project?" said by my partner I just shrugged.
"Just wait and see man," I reply deadpanned.
"No fun," he said and leaves running on the road.
I turn to the side.
*Beeeepppp!!
*Thud!!
Screams echo, on the street as a man or my partner I see fling on the air like a kite from the corner of my vision.
My breathing fastens, as I see him drop headfirst.
I run toward his body while yelling what I didn't know due to panic.
This dude is a good guy. Sharing his food and his kind vibe.
"Stay with me, bro! Stay with me!" I said looking at him.
His eyes rolling all over the place. Breath, taking several seconds to complete. The road is soaked with blood.
I look back and didn't see the sports car that smash into him.
All I think of is the red light.
"Say... Keit- '*Cough' I love her.." he struggles to say it. Blood coughing out of his mouth.
He stares at me at his final struggle to live but he can't hide from death.
I look at him as his spirit floated up.
I look at his transparent being his clothes look tainted by pink color.
Death comes upon him. With his scythe on its hand and book on the other.
They floated to a door.
"Don't worry buddy," I said to his leaving soul.
The ambulance arrives, so as the police.
I was interrogated for an hour.
Looking at my hand at my home I feel sad at how fast life is. So fragile, so cheap as how many lives were taken by me.
Is this the feeling of losing something even, not very valuable for me?
Is this how my victim feels?
When I give them the picture of their love ones tied up.
In the mirror looking into my own eyes.
"This will be the very last, just hold on. I just need to add another person on the list."
All night I search for any clue about the man.
Then I found him.
Well, this man is now partying after killing someone.
I like his guts for not worrying but he got all things wrong.
Let's see if how I can destroy all of his.
Searching for anything. His family, his friends, his lovers, and well we have this a living leech with multiple women and a raped lady that got pregnant. She can't do anything about it as his family is very powerful.
We will see how powerful are they in the face of Death.
I left that day fully prepared.
That night I kidnapped blood-sucking parents took them to an abandoned house. Strap them in a bed with drips to keep them asleep for a week but still sustained to live. Strapping bombs all over the place but before that I talk to them.
Transfer all assets to my buddy's parents, wife, and son while in front of them is a video of their son in bed sleeping with a bomb.
I make their son sleep for 5 days then we will play my game.
If he wins he will become a hero. If he loses he will have nothing even his life.
I walk toward the neoclassical building where my master's work is. Going in and waiting for the game to begin.
Let me rewatch MCU from the very start while waiting.
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The time came the street is heavily guarded.
Leaders from various countries are coming in.
Seated in a circular manner, as they discuss things.
In the bathroom on top is the ventilation and one side of the ventilation is a pin size hole.
"Hehe, It is time for the grand finale." A man said wearing an opera mask on one side smiling with a tear, one side is sad with its eyes looking like a crescent.
Wiggling his body out of it. His tuxedo and crimson shoes.
He steps down the bathroom. Each step he took leaves a red footprint.
"Freeze!!"
A special service point a gun at him.
"Don't you want to point that to me," the man said with as he reaches inside his tuxedo.
A push-button emerges.
"Put your hands in the air and drop what you are holding!" The special serviceman yelled.
"No, try man. I have a mic in if I stop talking for 2 mins then Kapaw!!" he said as he laughs.
"Hehehe, I like that look on your face."
The man look horrified at the masked man.
After some time squad came in but the masked man is still walking toward the meeting room.
"Do you know every year thousands of soldiers get out of their service with nothing? I don't know what happens to them. Patriots are so awesome and so stupid, right? They die for a stranger believing they are doing it for the peace of many. It may be right."
Upon the very door of the meeting room, the squad surrounds the masked man.
"What?"
"Please stop this! Just let go of what you are doing for the safety of others." A man with high position said as his charm radiate to others.
The masked man just stares at him for a minute then a footstep appears.
"Your bitch!!" A man with his suit ragged and dirty attire came in together with some police.
"Here you are! What a good day to play!" the masked man said.
"Let them go! You bastard! I didn't do anything to you!!" he said.
"No, darling you didn't you raped a friend of mine so this is your reward. You like things right?"
The masked man reaches out with a phone on his hand.
"Stop!!"
It all fell in deaf ears.
The man reaches for it and all the police saw is an old couple strapped in a bed with a bomb.
"What have you done!! Let them go!!! Let them go! You animal!!" He shouted and yell as he tosses it down.
*Bammm
"Stand down!!" An officer fire at him.
"Urggg.. hahaha nice! I feel that" the masked man groan as a hole appears in his thighs.
"Firecracker #5,"
*Bammmm...
In the video, the whole place blows up with massive devastation.
"Hehe, you are dealing with a man with nothing to lose," he said with a hollow laugh.
The kid passes out after knowing his family died. It's all done for him now.
The masked man limps toward the door.
"Well! Here I am. Please to have me here [Leader of Nations?] I love that as it rings," the masked man look around and spotted the live camera.
"Dear citizen! You are in tune with 'Francis' so let the show begin."
Francis walks toward a chair.
Guns point at him waiting for him to lower his guard and go on the first kill.
"What I have here is a red button connected to 100 bomb sites. I don't know all of it as I forgot. If I push this new year is coming early. If I die before I push this? Then 1000 bomb sites will happen for my funeral celebration. So grand right?"
All of them seem horrified.
"Well to tell you. Some of those 1000 are your family members." He smiles at them
A deep grim scene covers the room.
"What do you want?" The Blonde US president asks.
"Ha! I don't want anything from you. Do you get that?"
He gestures his hand around the air like tying a rope.
"I have nothing to lose here. So I control the information now. I need something," he said looking around him.
"I need the purge," he said as he looks at them.
Like the time stop as his hand slowly pushing the button.
"No!!" A resounding yell as one of the secret service fire.
Everyone looks shocked.
"Run!!"
Then men see a button on the sole of his shoe.
"Shit."
A resounding bomb happens all over the world as prisons, secret agencies, spy agencies, companies, corrupt government, drug cartels, and warlords died.
[The Great Purge!]
A historical event that reset the governing system of the world.
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