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unconscious. If I survived, it would only be because the Ice Cream Man was known to draw out his murders in order to save his victims’ pain.
Victims which now included Mandy.
Crap.
Floating through the endless void of my subconscious I found myself thinking back to the days which had set me on my current path. I didn't think of anytime in specific but just let my impulses drown me in a sea of memories.
There was comfort in those.
One of those memories took me to around two o'clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday of the year before my marriage to Mandy. I wasn't dating her yet, was in a committed relationship already, and was twenty-four and pursuing my masters in Unusual Criminology.
Staring out the window of a finely appointed office, I took in the sights of Falconcrest City University and its myriad Gothic buildings with thousands of students scurrying about. The office behind me had hundreds of psychological, mystical, and philosophical textbooks with oddball Eastern statues and mandalas. There was also a map on the wall of Atlantis, the mythical one versus the one which hosted the Summer Olympics last year.
I was undergoing therapy with one of my professors.
Which was probably a conflict of interests.
“So, your brother was the supervillain Stingray and killed by the antihero vigilante Shoot-Em-Up, yes?” Doctor Thule said, sitting in his chair with his notepad.
Doctor Thaddeus Thule was an elegant Austrian man in his mid-fifties with a body-builder's physique hidden underneath his custom-tailored pin-striped suit, thin square reflective glasses, and curly black beard. Both hands were covered in rings bearing mystical symbols. I've often described him as what would happen if you shaved Arnold Schwarzenegger bald, upped his IQ to 180, and tried to pass him off as an occult healer.
Doctor Thule was a double-holder of P.H.D's in both Psychology as well as Unusual Criminology. He was the key attraction of Falconcrest City University to serious students of both. Thaddeus had invented numerous techniques both magical and science-based for the treatment of sick minds with a specialty in the psychosis of supervillains. He also offered free psychological therapy to his students and quite a few of us had taken up his offer of it.
Later, of course, it would be discovered Doctor Thule was an agent of P.H.A.N.T.O.M and charged with locating extreme personalities with a gift for planning. Called the Super-Villain Maker, he crafted forty-two troubled souls into costumed criminals and terrorists for the sole purpose of distracting superheroes from his employer's evil schemes. Needless to say, the University's reputation took a serious hit after the Nightwalker exposed him.
Oh, and by the way, he had nothing to do with my decision to become a supervillain. I chose to do that before I met him.
“We've covered that, Doc, yes,” I said, looking back.
“How did that make you feel?” Doctor Thule asked, his voice vaguely mesmerizing.
“Angry,” I said, growling. “How do you think it made me feel?”
“And at fourteen you hunted him down and killed him,” Doctor Thule said.
I did a double take. “What did you say?”
“I said that must have been troubling for a boy your age,” Doctor Thule replied, smiling.
I blinked. “Yeah, yeah it was.”
“Do you think this resulted in your obsession with following in your brothers footsteps?” Doctor Thule asked.
“I wouldn't call it an obsession,” I said, sighing. “My brother wasn't a monster. He never killed anyone in his entire career. Sure, people died when he tried to take over Atlantis and during heists but that wasn't his fault.”
“Of course it wasn't,” Doctor Thule said. “I think your brother would be proud of your decision to do so.”
I looked at him. “You really think so?”
“Yes,” Doctor Thule said, putting his hand over his heart.
I wasn't so sure and even if I was sure, I wasn't so sure I was willing to do it anymore. Killing
Victims which now included Mandy.
Crap.
Floating through the endless void of my subconscious I found myself thinking back to the days which had set me on my current path. I didn't think of anytime in specific but just let my impulses drown me in a sea of memories.
There was comfort in those.
One of those memories took me to around two o'clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday of the year before my marriage to Mandy. I wasn't dating her yet, was in a committed relationship already, and was twenty-four and pursuing my masters in Unusual Criminology.
Staring out the window of a finely appointed office, I took in the sights of Falconcrest City University and its myriad Gothic buildings with thousands of students scurrying about. The office behind me had hundreds of psychological, mystical, and philosophical textbooks with oddball Eastern statues and mandalas. There was also a map on the wall of Atlantis, the mythical one versus the one which hosted the Summer Olympics last year.
I was undergoing therapy with one of my professors.
Which was probably a conflict of interests.
“So, your brother was the supervillain Stingray and killed by the antihero vigilante Shoot-Em-Up, yes?” Doctor Thule said, sitting in his chair with his notepad.
Doctor Thaddeus Thule was an elegant Austrian man in his mid-fifties with a body-builder's physique hidden underneath his custom-tailored pin-striped suit, thin square reflective glasses, and curly black beard. Both hands were covered in rings bearing mystical symbols. I've often described him as what would happen if you shaved Arnold Schwarzenegger bald, upped his IQ to 180, and tried to pass him off as an occult healer.
Doctor Thule was a double-holder of P.H.D's in both Psychology as well as Unusual Criminology. He was the key attraction of Falconcrest City University to serious students of both. Thaddeus had invented numerous techniques both magical and science-based for the treatment of sick minds with a specialty in the psychosis of supervillains. He also offered free psychological therapy to his students and quite a few of us had taken up his offer of it.
Later, of course, it would be discovered Doctor Thule was an agent of P.H.A.N.T.O.M and charged with locating extreme personalities with a gift for planning. Called the Super-Villain Maker, he crafted forty-two troubled souls into costumed criminals and terrorists for the sole purpose of distracting superheroes from his employer's evil schemes. Needless to say, the University's reputation took a serious hit after the Nightwalker exposed him.
Oh, and by the way, he had nothing to do with my decision to become a supervillain. I chose to do that before I met him.
“We've covered that, Doc, yes,” I said, looking back.
“How did that make you feel?” Doctor Thule asked, his voice vaguely mesmerizing.
“Angry,” I said, growling. “How do you think it made me feel?”
“And at fourteen you hunted him down and killed him,” Doctor Thule said.
I did a double take. “What did you say?”
“I said that must have been troubling for a boy your age,” Doctor Thule replied, smiling.
I blinked. “Yeah, yeah it was.”
“Do you think this resulted in your obsession with following in your brothers footsteps?” Doctor Thule asked.
“I wouldn't call it an obsession,” I said, sighing. “My brother wasn't a monster. He never killed anyone in his entire career. Sure, people died when he tried to take over Atlantis and during heists but that wasn't his fault.”
“Of course it wasn't,” Doctor Thule said. “I think your brother would be proud of your decision to do so.”
I looked at him. “You really think so?”
“Yes,” Doctor Thule said, putting his hand over his heart.
I wasn't so sure and even if I was sure, I wasn't so sure I was willing to do it anymore. Killing
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