I Am Tired Of Being A Hero -
Chapter 112: The interrogation
Chapter 112: The interrogation
Compared to the rest of those who died, the person he hated the most was Maia Black, if he found out that she was unscathed, it would make him easier to interrogate. An enraged mind was an open tongue.
"Alive? Alive? I don’t believe you." Those green eyes flashed with anger and hate so intense that the tips turned red. "I don’t believe you." His hands and feet were bound with a special handcuff and he could not move, much less escape. He gritted his teeth as if he were a cornered animal before he paused as if remembering something and then a light smile appeared on his face.
Had he gone mad? No. So why was he smiling? Is there something that they did not know? Arlen had a very bad feeling but he was not sure why? He knew the Heroes Association more than most and he knew that Lucas would not be able to escape this chain so why did he have this feeling that he was the cornered one instead?
He gestured for Lisa to give him the files and he placed the pictures on the table, one by one. The other did not look away, quite the opposite, he leaned in as if to look more, to take in the look of these people’s miserable death.
"You don’t need to play any tricks. I will tell you everything you want to know. My father had a pharmacy and my mother helped him run it. When I was a child I did not understand what their job was, I was just so happy that we were moving into a new house. The house was very beautiful, I even had my own room." His smile was filled with nostalgia and he looked out like there was a window in the room that only he could see.
"You know. That night, my mother made cold noodles and fried snails. Then..." The man was calm but the words seemed like they could not leave his mouth. Blood dripped from his hand from how hard he was squeezing them, "Well, they died in front of me and I got my ability. I hated it for so long. Just hated it but then I thought wouldn’t it be nice to use them on those who gave them to me." He chuckled, "They made my parents the bad one, they said they were negligent and their neglect killed my sister. Can you imagine it, sitting in court and watching murderers spin their tales so they can not spare any money for my mother? Mr Micheal was even my father’s friend and he said that my father liked to drink. He got drunk every day. My father has never touched alcohol. They lied and lied and lied and the Jury just ate it up. My mother was in the hospital and they did not even care one bit. My mother died three days later and Micheal moved into a new home. You, don’t you think it is funny? They used the money to live such good lives. My sister...their children lived such good lives. So, I killed them. I stood and I watched them burn and I enjoyed it. I wanted to take my time with Maia. It is a pity."
"Murder is ..."
"Not right? Not the answer? At first, I did not want to kill them. I just wanted them to tell the truth and apologize to my mother, apologize to my father, and my sister. So I went to Fonda’s office. I went several times but they wouldn’t even let me in and when he finally saw, do you know what he said? Ryan, it is the past, let it go and move on with your life. Move on with your life. I saved and saved and contacted so many lawyers but they fed me the same bullshit. Move on with your life. Tell me, can someone move on from that? But it helped me understand how powerless I am. Mainstream is like a giant and I am a mere ant. They can hire reporters, bribe judges, and ruin my parents’ reputation even further. Justice against someone like Maia, I had to do it myself. What I did was justice."
Lisa who was recording the notes could no longer continue to write and she lowered her head, her eyes growing wet. Draco placed one hand on his shoulders.
Arlen tapped his fingers on the table, "How did you escape the surveillance camera?"
"I just burned them. Not completely, just a little part. It is easy to replace but the cameras can not function without them?"
The room was quiet.
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The man bent over and took the pen with both hands signing them. His handwriting was neat and conscientious.
He passed the paper back to Arlen who kept them in the folder, "I am still young but there is something that I believe. Murder is never the answer. Those you killed, and their children might have the chance to be good lawyers, doctors, and heroes, who would have prevented more evil in the future from happening. But they are dead. No matter how noble your goal of killing, in the end, it would turn to evil. On a self-proclaimed path of justice, you would become alienated, losing all sense of humanity, you would not be better than the monsters that made you." Arlen’s voice was clear and echoed in the quiet cell.
The man raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, "What do you know? You don’t know what it is to be me. You don’t know anything."
"I know justice. Even if you don’t want to believe it is the law. You can believe this.
Justice is good when it results in something good and evil when it results in something bad. You killed people not involved in your hatred. That is not justice. "
Arlen’s phone rang and he got up, his eyes widened and he turned back, "What did you do?"
"She is dead? Tell me, did she suffer? She suffered right? Thank heavens!" The man who had been so calm suddenly burst into tears. He raised his head and hot, fat tears rolled down his eyes.
The cell was filled with loud cries that carried a bitter smell.
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