The Genetic Madman

[Tomtomrawr]

772 A.S. - February

Axel von Fischer had not been taken to a prison by name. But he had been taken to a prison by definition. He was taken to an orphanage and left in the owners care. Axel knew what the Commander had done. He had said "prison" so that his father would suffer a fate worse than death. The pain of knowing that his death was in vane. Or believing it.

That fact infuriated the last Fischer. But there was nothing he could do about it, for he was now trapped in the custody of an orphanage deep within the city. The sounds of horns and the headache brought on by the pollution in the first two weeks of his stay had kept him awake at night. But gradually the headache had disappeared, and the horns were suddenly quieter.

Now he spent his time studying for school. He had no friends - at the school or at the orphanage, so really he had nothing better to do.

No families that came to adopt children ever wanted him. They saw the sadness and the anger in his eyes and immediately turned away, pointed at another child and said "He looks nice!" But there may have been something else in his eyes that repelled them. The spark of madness that ran in the family.

And he felt mad, for he wanted to kill them all. Kill all of the people he knew, in the most gruesome and painful ways imaginable. But he kept this to himself, knowing that to talk about it at the time would be pointless. For what is the point of making a threat if you can not act on it?

There was bluffing, but a twelve year old could not bluff the fact that he was going to kill someone unless they cut their own legs off. He needed power. He needed the people to fear him.

And so, lying awake in his bed one night whilst those around him slept, he formulated a plan. A plan that would take years to prepare for, years to execute, but would all be worth it in the end.

He needed intelligence. He needed power. He needed allies.