“Have you ever heard of the Red Light Strangler?”
“One of my first cases I ever worked had me on the trail of a man who haunted the bars of the Red Light, watching, waiting for his victims to come into his line of sight.”
“Except, he never confronted them head on.”
“No, he wouldn’t pounce until they’d been drugged. His weapon of choice? Rohypnol. He’d slip it into their drinks, watch as their speech began to slur, their eyes began to droop, and before they knew it he whisked them away to never be seen again. Taking pleasure in tormenting them, toying with them when they couldn’t even fight back.”
“The public was terrified of this man, of the visage tailored by the news outlets. He was a monster among men, an unstoppable force of nature.”
“Until I finally caught him in the act.”
“What Arcadia viewed as a demon, a killer who could take control of his victims with ease? I saw for who he really was.”
“A pathetic, cowardly man who craved power, power that he couldn’t obtain without forcing drugs into his victim’s veins.”
“What do you think happened when he was forced to fight someone he couldn’t control?”
“Nox, do you want to hazard an assumption as to what happened to the strangler? Or do you prefer not to think about what it’s like to fight a man on even grounds?”
“See, I’ve kept a close eye on any surviving Deathrow inmates ever since you scum escaped from the depths of Arcadia and of all them you’re the one who sickens me the most. You’re just like the strangler, you know that? Only replace the Rohypnol with that noxious gas you force onto your victims.”
“I know your type. The fear in their eyes, the crying and pleading as images of terror cloud their minds… It fuels you, doesn’t it? You could take anyone from big and strong and drag them down until they’re on the same pathetic level as you. Men like Luther Grim, like Apokalypsis, all of them helpless by your hand.”
“Yet, you and I both know, you’d be worthless without the cannisters on your belt. The man that got put away in Deathrow, that Arcadia fears so much? He’s nothing more than a weak, timid fool who craves power that he’ll never truly have.”
“Do you want to know what happened to the Red Light Strangler?”
“The same thing that’ll happen to you, Nox.”
“Because my veins aren’t full of Rohypnol, my lungs are devoid of your gas.”
“I’m out of your control and now that I have you cornered in Olympus I’m going to do to you what I did to him.”
“Put you down.”
“Arcadia needs a symbol of justice, it needs a man willing to stand up for what’s right and put down the criminals who wish to harm its people.”
“It needs me.”
“No one is above the Law, Nox.”
“And I am the Law.”