The screen is black as muffled voices come from the darkness.
Woman: The call came in about 5 hours ago, Sargent. We eventually got him about 4 miles away from Springburn, where the original report came from. He was lying in a ditch, fully clothed and breathing heavily as if he had gone through, I don't know... some sort of torture or something. His chest is lashed and in a bad way.
Man: So, what the Hell happened!?
Woman: Well, sir. We are not sure exactly. The original report came from a colleague, a Mr. Blade I believe. He states that he saw him get pulled into a van whilst exiting the Springburn gym and that he feared for him.
Man: OK, Detective. What do we know about this guy?
Woman: Again Sir, not a lot. We contacted WZCW and got some of his details from them. They were worried about him and obliged without hesitation. The told us that he was under supervision after some altercation between him and Mr. Blade. Apparently, he is in a bad state of mind at the present moment and they have advised us to approach him with caution. Also, when we picked him up, he was clutching this journal and wouldn't let go. He was rabid every time we tried to take it off of him.
Man: Understood. We got a name for this guy?
Shuffling is heard followed by a click of a door opening. The scraping of metal on a cold stone floor is heard as the man begins to speak once more.
Man: David?
My eyes begin to move in my head as I begin to be more aware of my surroundings. My eyes begin to flick open, a small amount at first but more pronounced after a few blinks. The light floods my retinas and my eyes are struggling to adjust to the new light. Although dimly lit, the room I am in is dingy and unclean. I try my best to steady my head but I can't it continues to move uncontrollably as I begin to take stock of my surroundings. In front of me, I can see a man. Through bleary eyes, I can make him out behind the shabby desk that lies in front of me. The man is wearing a brown blazer and has a police badge attached to it. He looks into my eyes... The silence is deafening.
Man: Mr Christley?
The words that he utters send shivers down my spine and my head recoils angrily. Unconsciously, I think that hearing that name again, makes me think of times that do not make me happy. I open my mouth to speak but I can't. It's as if I am being stopped from controlling myself.
Man: Mr Christley, I'm Sergeant Miller of the SBPD. Do you have any idea of where you are?
I want to answer but I can't. Again, my mind tells me to speak but I am physically unable to do so.
Miller: Mr. Christley, I realize that at this point you will be wondering why you cannot speak to me or control your body. The first aspect of that is simple to explain. We know all about you Mr. Christley. You may or may not be aware of where you are right now, so I will enlighten you. You are in Springburn Police Department in our interview room. We know all about your past, Mr Christley and we know about what you have been getting up to recently. Naturally, we don't want this to get out of hand and our doctors and your peers and colleagues have advised us to keep you under wraps, so to speak. We have gone to the liberty of giving you a mild muscle relaxant. I hope you can forgive us.
I can't vocalise it but my mind is screaming: Forgive you! I want to tear you limb from limb. My mind races as thoughts begin to clutter my head once more. My head is now steady and I can look into his beady eye with mine. I hope he can see the anger in my eyes...
Miller: I'll take that as a yes, shall I? Nevertheless, that explains the first of your queries. The second query is a little more difficult to answer and we were hoping to get some information from you, Mr. Christley. Of course, your inability to move in in some way connected to the stimulant we gave you earlier but not entirely, Mr. Christley and this void in the story is where we need your help.
My mind flashes furiously, back and forth as my eyes flick wide open. In my minds eye, I see very little but I can remember the pain that I felt. Suddenly, I see my match with Celeste. I remember winning the match and then Blade raising my hand to say that I was the referee. I see... I see, me, attacking Blade. I am happy, content and excited. My body feels awash with euphoria as I remember my shoulder colliding with the sternum of the unsuspecting Blade.
Miller: You're smiling... Why are you smiling? Detective? Detective, get in here!
I move my eyes to the left slightly as the door creaks open. A woman, an attractive woman, emerges from behind her wood covering. My mind races with irreverent thoughts that would make any person blush.
Detective: Yes, Sir?
Miller: Get me the Doc.
Detective: Right away, Sir!
Miller: Now, listen here Christley. I know what you are capable of but I need information from you. First of all, where were you between 4 PM and 9 PM this evening? Nothing, huh!? OK, let me try something else. Why, when we found you, Mr Christley, were you out of breath as though you had just been tortured?
I know that I can't vocalise anything but my mind is screaming, I'm not telling you anything, Scumbag!
Miller: Nothing again, huh? OK, Christley, final question. Why were you clutching a red journal when we got to you and more importantly what is the significance of the entry you put in today? Can you remember? Probably not, so I will refresh your memory.
Thursday, 17th of September, 2009.
Anger, fear, compulsion. I realised at Ascension that Blade was standing in my way. I never felt it before but it is clear now. I met Baller and he made sense. He knew the devastation that I could leave in my wake and he encouraged it. Blade is a common enemy. Blade represents everything that I hate about this world. Blade represents the ignorant and naïve people that think that people can turn over new leafs and become better. Blade represents those who think that I am normal, that I am reformed and that I have changed. I can't be changed... No one can!
At All Or Nothing, people will suffer from my devastation and they will know that I am the same person I have always been. Since turning on Blade, Mother hasn't visited me once. I haven't heard from her and I know why. She is happy. She knows that I am a destructive person and she always encouraged it. At All or Nothing, I am out for me. People will know the devastation that Karnage can wreak and Blade will know that I am the most destructive person on the rost...
My eyes swivel to the left as the door opens once again. The hot detective has appeared once more, this time accompanied by a man with a with briefcase, it has a medical cross labelled onto it. I feel my mouth begin to move as I urge myself to push out the words that fill my head.
Miller: Doc, tell me something. Tell me why he is moving more and more. Tell me why his stare is burning into me so warmly that I feel that I am on fire. Most of all though tell me, why is it that you have put enough relaxant into this man that would knock any normal man out for hours and yet, his fist is clenched.
Doctor: I... This is... impossible! There is no way that he should be conscious right now, never mind moving. This no mere man. I would suggest that we get out of here, Sergeant.
Miller: No, I need to know something. Karnage, I know you are coming round now and that you will want to hurt all of us. But, I need to know something.
The door opens once more, things are getting frantic and more chaotic by the minute, the way I like it. It's Becky and Vance.
Vance: What the Hell is this!? You have one of my talents hooked up to a chair like some sort of prisoner and you don't even think to tell me! This is inhumane. Let him go, you have no reason to keep him here and I need him to be ready for All or Nothing. Well, are you just going to stand there!? Get him going...
Doctor: There is no need, Karnage is untameable. I would suggest that he be held until further notice.
My eyes flicker around the room as the chaotic scene escalates. People are arguing with each other as the strength begins to return to my body. Becky and Vance are content in arguing with the Detective and the doctor. Miller is moving towards me...
Miller: Karnage, tell me. What are your intentions for All or Nothing. I need to know, Karnage, people could get hurt. You have to tell m...
I thrust my arm out and grab the asshole by the throat. I bring him closer to my face as the room silences. Gasps fill the air as they notice the situation. Slowly, I bring him to me, his eyes are filled with terror, I am euphoric. The suspense is amazing and feels like a wave of energy filling my body. As he reaches my face, I begin to whisper.
Me: At All or Nothing, Karnage is going to live up to his name.
