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Eviscerare Strikes: Faustian Karma

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Eviscerare Strikes: Faustian Karma
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Casbanastahd, Alkara
January 2011
7:30 p.m.

Heinrich Heitzmann, Prime Minister of Alkara sat at his desk across the room from his guest. To be honest the Minister had doubted the man would show up, but he did. Despite the fact that he had sought this man out, Heitzmann couldn't help but feel a slight amount of fear at the sight of him, slumped down into the chair opposite his own. It was eerily silent, and dark in the room as the two gentlemen sat there. Heinrich couldn't help but feel as though he was being thoroughly scrutinized by this shadowy individual.

The man known only as Eviscerare.

He seemed to be decked out mostly in black leather clothing, a jet-black long-sleeved leather trenchcoat atop a blood-red undershirt of some sort (or was it armor??), and black leather pants and boots. But the most noticable feature of this man was his mask. A white featureless metallic helmet of a mask, save for two glowing red eyes. It appeared cybernetic in nature, and Heitzmann wondered how his guest was going to be able to talk. Speaking of that, Heinrich tried to break the ice.

"I'm pleased that you could take the time to come meet with me, Sir. Can I get you anything??" he asked, trying to appear courteous. Eviscerare didn't answer, he sat there almost motionless, save for small shallow breaths. Draped in the darkness he appeared almost like a phantasm with the glowing eyes, like some shadowy fiend from a children's ghost story. His silence greatly unnerved Heitzmann.

"Is... is soemthing wrong??" asked the Prime Minister, anxiety rising, his breathing becoming panicked. Had he made a mistake in contacting this man? Were they going to soon find his body carved up, laying atop his desk? Just as he was about to attempt fleeing, his visitor spoke.

"Sorry... just trying to decide something." said the shadowy individual, the voice clear yet reverberating through the mask. Heitzmann finally took a breath, gasping as he forced a smile. "Decide what?" he hazarded to ask.

Eviscerare laughed, a hissing sort of chuckle, as he resumed his seemingly motionless state. "Well... part of me is wondering why you, of all people, would seek me out." raising his head slightly as he took a breath. Heitzmann began to feel uneasy again as he listened. "And the other part of me is wondering whether or not to just simply kill you right now. So many choices." he said, sighing heavily.

Heinrich's heart began to beat rapidly. "But... but you want to know why I sought you out right?? Why I wanted you here???" he asked, hoping to change the subject. Eviscerare's glowing eyes seemed to narrow, and once again he began to chuckle. "Wouldn't hurt your odds." he replied, clasping his hands together as he sat up in his seat.

Heitzmann cleared his throat, beads of sweat dripping down his brow. "As you may be aware, the next election is coming up soon... and well..." said the panicked Minister as he sighed.

"And... well??" asked the black-dressed fiend across the room from him.

"Well... I'm addicted you see. To all of this. The power, the money, the prestige... and well... I haven't been doing the best of job since being sworn in." replied Heinrich, wiping his sweaty brow at his newfound honesty. "So much so that I believe my chances in this election are slim to none of getting chosen by the people. My rivals are more liked by the populace, and are better-recieved throughout the world." he added, nervously running his fingers through his hair.

"And this concerns me... how?" asked Eviscerare, a sense of boredom resonating through his voice.

"I was hoping to... hire your services to aid my campaign. You know... to 'influence' the results." replied Heitzmann. To this Eviscerare cackled, a mocking sort of laughter that almost made Heinrich completely forget his fear.

"So let me get this straight. You want me to... what exactly?? Take out your competition?? Are you that incompetant of a leader that you have to resort to MURDER to ensure electoral victory???" the masked man asked aloud, almost sounding amused by what he was saying. Heinrich meekly nodded, "More or less." he replied.

"And they call ME the MONSTER." snorted Eviscerare, "Alright. I'll do it. Two-hundred Thousand up front, Two-hundred Thousand when done. Need it in Euros. Deal?" he asked, barely moving in the chair still. Heitzmann sputtered, his eyes practically bugging out.

"FOUR HUNDRED THOUSAND ALL TOGETHER?!!?!?" he asked, why for less he could just hire some unruly youths to do this job. The more he thought of it, the more Heinrich wished he had done that instead. Regardless, despite his contact's explosive display of surprise, Eviscerare didn't even budge an inch.

"What?? Did you expect me to work for peanuts?? You sought ME out for this job, and I assume you want it done right. Otherwise go find some stupid yokel to do it and take your chances of this being done sloppily. So yes... Four Hundred Thousand Euros or you've simply wasted my time. And I don't like my time wasted." replied the masked man as he stood up, his red eyes burning as they looked down at Heinrich. The mask he wore served to conceal any and all expressions from Heitzmann. The prime minister started to quiver and shake, fighting the urge to whimper and sob.

Eviscerare made a slight movement with his hand...

"ALRIGHT!!!" the near-blubbering host yelped, "Alright!! I'll pay you the desired amount!!" crying out as a piece of paper slowly drifted down onto his desk. On the piece of paper were two numbers.

"The one at the top is the number to contact me by. The other? An account for you to wire the money to." instructed Eviscerare, chuckling at the discomfort he had created in Hietzmann. "Good luck with the campaign." added the fiend on his way out, the chuckling turning to laughter. Heinrich couldn't help but wonder if he had made a most grievous mistake as he watched the masked monster walk out of the room. His nerves shot, Heitzmann's hand shakily reached for the phone on his desk.

The next few weeks seemed to be a blur, a chaotic blur, as his "hired help" lived up to his promises. His political rivals came into a series of unfortunate accidents. One seemed to suffer a grievous heart attack at a campaign party. The other was being harassed by what the press called "Criminal Violence", (car bombs, near miss assassinations, murdered friends, etc.) and speculated that it had to do with his strong stance on illegal activity within Alkara. Heitzmann though... knew better. He used these heinous acts, and the attention they brought, to show a strong front, or "refusing to hide" as he personally said. And the people slowly began to gravitate towards him, even those who were against his leadership.

Heinrich was once again popular amongst his countrymen. For a brief moment he allowed himself to forget what he had done, forget who he had unleashed upon the populace. For that brief respite Heitzmann began to regain his confidence.  As the chaos surrounding the campaign mounted, whatever anxiety the Prime Minister of Alkara had, was steadily disappearing.

It would not last.

As fears and concerns mounted surrounding the chaos, the 'embattled' Prime Minister decided to call for a press conference to publicly re-iterate his staunch opposition to such wanton anarchy. He couldn't help but giggle, as he stood alone in his dressing room, at the irony of this situation. Heitzmann was going out to promise his people that he would not rest on his laurels until this wanton criminal anarchy was curtailed... wanton criminal anarchy that he himself had instigated.

As if fate had a sense of timing, Heinrich's cell phone rang, jarring him from his little self-indulgence session. Half-paying attention, he immediately picked it up. Had he read the call number, Heitzmann might've thrown the cell away. Chuckling to himself, he answered.

"Hi there Heinrich." came a familiar voice over the phone, a voice that chilled the Prime Minister's blood to it's core. Any glee and amusement he had felt just a few seconds ago was thoroughly extinguished.

"YOU.." gasped the politician, snapping back to reality. The familiar chills ran down his spine.

"How goes the campaign?" asked Eviscerare, unconcerned with pleasantries or idle chitchat to cut to the chase. "I take it you're pleased with the results? Still regretting our arrangement???"

"E... E... Ever-Everything's going great. You've more than proven yourself worthy of your amazing reputation." replied Heitzmann, trying to flatter the masked fiend. This flattery merely elicited an amused grunt from the voice on the other end.

"So... about the remainder of my... fee." continued the fiend. "I'd say you've more than gotten your desired result." Heitzmann's heart began to beat faster.

"Yo.... You... Your fee? Yes... I'll gladly pay you the rest." he said as he fumbled through his pockets to find the numbers he was given. Heinrich looked forward to ending this and putting such terrible arrangements behind him. He pulled out the paper with the numbers.

"Here it is." he gasped, relieved that he had not misplaced it. "Wire the money." ordered Eviscerare.

"What??? How?? I have no computer in here! It's a dressing room. I got a LIVE public appearance in maybe ten minutes!" replied Heitzmann, his heartbeat increasing.

"Check the drawer of the dressing room's desk." answered the shadowy fiend. Rushing with an intensity and speed he never knew he had, Heinrich ripped open the drawer. Inside was one of those pocket computer devices.

"What... how.... ???" asked a confused Prime Minister. Sighing the voice on the other end was in no mood for explanations.

"It has internet access, that's all that matters. Now... complete our transaction." he ordered, an echo reverberating through his mask. Fumbling from fear and adrenaline, Heitzmann signed onto his account and promptly wired the promised sum. "There! There!! It's done. I've given you the rest of the money." the desperate official gasped out.

"..... good. Was a pleasure doing business with you." replied Eviscerare, and the line immediately went dead.

A knock at the door jarred the fragile nerves of Heinrich, as one of his security guards informed him that it was time for the conference. Sighing, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself, Heitzmann walked out onto the stage to thunderous applause. This show of support helped to lighten his mood, the prime minister even smiled and waved to the crowds.

Heinrich made his way up to the microphones to greet the press and onlookers. "My fellow countrymen!!!" he boomed, getting a massively positive reaction from the civilians gathered there. The press corps merely rolled it's eyes.

"I have come here today to speak with you about a problem facing our country!" he said, trying to put the anxiety he had just felt behind him. As he was just about to resume his speech, Heitzmann heard his voice over the speakers.

"I'm addicted you see. To all of this. The power, the money, the prestige... and well... I haven't been doing the best of job since being sworn in. So much so that I believe my chances in this election are slim to none of getting chosen by the people. My rivals are more liked by the populace, and are better-recieved throughout the world." said the voice... his voice.

Heitzmann's heart stopped.

"And this concerns me... how?" came a second voice, a very familiar voice to the Prime Minister. The large television screens had their connections to the cameras cut, and were playing fuzzy footage of Heitzmann... at his desk... sweating like a pig.

"I was hoping to... hire your services to aid my campaign. You know... to 'influence' the results." said the obviously nervous Prime Minister on the grainy footage. A sudden cackle echoed through the speakers.

"So let me get this straight. You want me to... what exactly?? Take out your competition?? Are you that incompetant of a leader that you have to resort to MURDER to ensure electoral victory???" came the other voice on the footage, unknown to all but Heinrich himself.

There was a brief silence, before the grainy, sweaty prime minister would nod and reply "More or less."

The crowd was enraptured and stunned.

The footage cut to the tail end of the secret meeting, the 'camera' was now above Heitzmann, who looked even more agitated and scared, as he held a small slip of paper between his trembling hands. "The one at the top is the number to contact me by. The other? An account for you to wire the money to. Good luck with the campaign." said the voice as the camera turned towards the door. It stopped for a second and looked towards a mirror on the wall. Reflected in the glass was a very familiar person to the people of Europe.

Eviscerare.

Heitzmann was trembling now... as he stood there... speechless. The bastard's mask had had a camera in it... the whole time. The crowd was quiet for a while, before the press corps began a flurry of questions. The prime minister just stood there, not saying a word as he stared out into nothingness... his eyes glazed over.

The little palm computer, which he had kept in his pocket buzzed and vibrated. Trembling he pulled it out and looked at the screen. On it was a text message.

"Happy Trails. --EVR"


Elsewhere, Three Days Later...

Alkara was in a state of chaos. Violent riots filled the streets. Enraged citizens clashed with the police as they marched on what remained of the Capital. The last thing the masked observer saw before switching the television channel, was the now late Prime Minister Heinrich Heitzmann being assaulted by an angry mob during his disasterous press conference. Eviscerare couldn't help but chuckle at the sight as he sat in a chair watching various monitors.

"Sir, what would you like to do with the money from the most recent... job?" asked a minion standing behind him.

The Fiend sat there in silence as he contemplated the question. "Let's make an anonymous donation." he replied, his voice tinged with amusement at the idea. "And I have the perfect candidate... all four hundred thousand euros to the 'Victims of Eviscerare' charity fund." he added, barely able to hold back his laughter, which echoed throughout the darkened complex. His nameless, faceless minion bowed to his leader and walked off to fufill the request, leaving Eviscerare by himself.

The shadowy villain simply sighed contently, as he surfed the television stations.

"Heinrich... Heinrich... Heinrich... poor pathetic Heinrich. Should've chosen better Campaign Contributors." Eviscerare said, as he finally found something to watch... cartoons. It was never about the money. The monstrous fiend had simply pulled a number out of his ass, to further play this little game with a desperate fool.

It certainly did provide an ample distraction.
Finally got around to making a new Eviscerare story. Still set in the time before he makes his way to Angel Falls.

Hope it's good.
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