The Scarman Enigma

[|Scarecrow|]

Tyrant Marcus Scarman looked at himself in the mirror. The suit he had taken from the wardrobe fitted perfectly and the tie around his neck didnt seem as tight as he had expected it might. His clean shaven face looked somewhat pale in the dim light of the bathroom and his now neatly cut and cropped hair gave him an air of importance. If anyone saw him now against monster he had been only an hour before, they would not have recognized him as the Tyrant of the Black Flag Corsairs. The only thing to do now was cover up his scar.

The long battle wound ran from his forehead, down his right eye and all the way down his cheek, ending at his jaw. It was an ugly scar, one that aided in giving him the ominous impression he enforced on people. He opened the drawer before him and fumbled around with the contents. The contents of the drawer turned out to be nothing but cotton buds, toothpicks and razorblades, nothing Marcus could use to cover up his hideous scar. He slammed the drawer shut in impatience and growled. There had to be some SyntheSkin around somewhere, a woman with a child ought to keep a spray can handy at all times in case their young ones fell down and hurt themselves. He turned to the cabinet behind him and opened the door forcefully. The glass pane almost shattered as the door slammed open. Marcus ducked his head into the cabinet and began rummaging around.
Out in the corridor, Senator Scarman returned to his quarters from a meeting with Admiral Wilder, only to find the doorway already open. There was a clattering sound coming from the bathroom. Pausing in the entrance, his ident card in hand, he called tentatively into the room.
Hannah?
The clattering noise suddenly stopped and silence fell throughout the small quarters. Marcus entered the room carefully, noting the dampness on the walls.
Hannah are you out of the shower yet?
He walked past the bed and turned around into the bathroom. The floor was still wet and a towel lay draped unevenly across the shower floor.
Hannah? The Senator paused and stared in horror at the streaks of red smeared across the walls of the shower and the prone form lying crumpled in a puddle of blood on the floor. He turned around just in time to see a horrifying parody of himself lift a silenced gun to his head.

The other Marcus Scarman looked just like the Senator, only he had an ugly scar running down his face. He gave Marcus an evil smile before pulling the trigger. Senator Marcus Scarman was dead before he hit the floor, the silenced bolt of plasma destroying his face entirely.
Tyrant Scarman smiled grimly down at the corpse of his alternate self and lowered his blaster. He holstered it and bent over to grab the dead mans legs. He then dragged him out of view of the doorway and turned back to the mirror. He then produced a spray can of SyntheSkin that he had found in the cupboard and began to spray it over his scar.
Excellent, he thought to himself as he scar gradually began to disappear. His plan was going perfectly well.

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