The first video David saw of these 'monsters' further strengthened his belief in his own 'conspiracy' hypothesis, since he had never seen anything like them before. The man known only as Robin had access to resources beyond his wildest dreams. He wished he could go to other family members and talk to them and convince them how dangerous Robin was.
But all he'd get in response was a sneer from them. Over the course of the last month, he had tried to persuade the other families that Robin was more strong and possibly alien in origin, but all he had heard back were.
"David? Did you become sick? I'm sorry for your loss, but if we take this to court, they'll have you committed to a mental institution."
"David, I'm so sorry for the loss of your loved ones. Look, even my kid is in jail for this, and we're all in a bad spot right now. But you're in need of support, man."
David even showed his video to others but they were not at all convinced and in fact he showed to his own lawyer too but he said that it could never be accepted in court and gave a small hint that he might need some therapy to get over his grief. The videos he watched today put an end to any doubts he had that he wasn't going mad.
But unlike before, he didn't rush to alert anyone else. He saw the beasts and realized there was no escape and that Robin would eventually find him. So, he waited. He had the housekeepers and security personnel leave and had requested some privacy.
A knock on the door came unexpectedly late at night after more than a day of waiting. He was sipping his whisky and looking at the portraits of his wife and Helena. It was a family portrait of them spending their time in an island in Bahamas.
Looking at the photo brought a tear to his eye. This was the highlight of their final family trip together, and everyone seemed like they were having a great time. Now all of the happiness had gone just because he took a wrong step. Just letting his daughter go after a man who had been an eyesore recently had brought everything tumbling down on him. He couldn't even begin to calculate the number of people he had killed indirectly, the number of families he had wrecked, the number of countries he had devastated via poverty.
One wrong move and his life was forfeit. The doorbell rang as he was reflecting on the past. He'd had a few drinks and was getting upset since he thought a maid had returned to help him. Since the maids had been cared for by the family for so long, they developed emotional ties to the people who worked for him and continued to bother him long after he had fired them.
He went to the entrance, opened it, and spoke.
"Maria, I told you not..." The sight of the face caused his throat to close up, and his inebriation to evaporate. Robin was there, as were Sigret and Myrene. He turned a vitriolic eye on the trio, but instantly composed himself.
"Come in." David said as he walked towards the hall. Robin and the rest of the gang were right following him. While Robin and the others settled into the plush couch, David fetched three cups and set them on the front table. As Robin took in his surroundings, he realized they were quite lovely. David's current address was in Edwards, Colorado.
The fact that the estate was in the middle of nowhere and far away from civilization didn't make it any less stunning. The foyer doubled as the living room, and its high ceilings and marble or polished wood flooring made it a sumptuous space. Artwork, sculptures, and ornate moldings decorated the walls, while a magnificent chandelier and ornate sconces provided ambient lighting. There were soft sofas and rockers, a marble or stone fireplace, and sweeping views of the mountains.
The interior is, on the whole, excellent. Robin would enjoy spending time in such a house with his family very much.
"I want to buy this home. Is it on the market?" Asked Robin. David, who was filling the glass, raised an eyebrow at Robin's comment. Was he going to be discussing property today?
"It will be on the market soon. You can buy if you want." David stated in a flat manner.
"Thanks man." Robin said.
"You will get it anyways, if you kill me." David carried on.
"Kill you? Why will I kill you?" Robin questioned in apparent amazement.
"You flew all the way from San Francisco from a flight that had not been registered in any airports and tell me that you just want to buy my home?" David probed.
"Oh my.. You have an impressive network of contacts." Robin pretended to cover his lips with his hand. Of course Robin knew of his connections, he just wanted to play here.
"What do you want if you don't want to kill me. So, just do it. I have witnessed your work in Italy first hand. You've been able to stay under the radar for so long, it's a wonder." David remarked. Robin cracked a grin and said.
"There's no need to be so astonished. Initially, I was just a typical teenage boy. You've read my whole life story, so you understand. Once upon a time, I believed that at least some people in this world have decent intentions. It was then I got to see the filth. I know this is nothing compared to the old times where there were world wars and people died left and right, but the current world could do so much better than what it is. We humans aren't pulling our weight. We can't be called one. We are denying those who deserve a better life despite all the available information technology." To paraphrase what Robin said.
"So you are one of those fools who want equality. Want communism." David stared at Robin with a smirk on his face.
"I'm not a naive soul who would abandon reality for a perfect society. There is no such thing as perfection. We can only hope to improve our work. You could have been rich while being an upright person of the society. But you and other families have decided, over the course of decades, to play God, to govern the lives of others, and to create unemployment around the world in order to keep labor prices down. You guys grow richer while the poor go poorer with every recession. They're homeless, they kill each other, and all you can do is make sure they never blame you for their situation. And that's just the United States. It's unbelievable the extent to which you and others have exploited other countries. Misusing China, my country, Latin America, and Southeast Asia for your own financial gain. No need to go into detail about Africa's misery, which mirrors that of the Middle East. It boils the blood to hear of the atrocities your family and others have committed over the years." Robin uttered her words with hardly a pause. He was clearly growing more and more enraged by the second.
David did nothing but listen intently while sipping his whisky. Knowing that Robin was correct, he refrained any rebuttal. The manipulation they'd been engaging in for years was finally exposed, and no amount of apologies would make up for his errors.
David finally broke the silence by asking, "So what are you gonna do?"
"Get out of here!" After Robin finished talking, he stood up and put a hand on his shoulder. David had no time to figure out what Robin wanted before he and Robin were gone, leaving Sigret and Myrene to get up and call TARDIS.
David and Robin suddenly materialized on a North Korean cell. Specifically, the same prison where Lydia and others were held. This time, though, David was placed in a different cell. David, like many others, threw up. Robin sat and watched as David regained control of his emotions. A man dressed in military garb entered through the opening door.
"Supreme Commander."
"This individual will remain in custody until it is his turn to be executed. Keep his sanity intact through extreme torture so he can be executed. Pick out his nails, tickle him until he gets spasms in his muscles, cut few pieces from his flesh little by little and put salt in them and do whatever possible to show him how hell looks like." Robin replied without showing any compassion for the man."
In light of what he had learned about him in the files, it was possible that no amount of punishment would be sufficient. The man in the military outfit was the jailer Robin had asked to keep an eye on the new prisoners. The man looked at the man who had just got up after puking. He watched around in horror. He couldn't really understand what had just happened, only thing he did get was his freedom had been stripped away and his life now would go through hell.
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The first video David saw of these 'monsters' further strengthened his belief in his own 'conspiracy' hypothesis, since he had never seen anything like them before. The man known only as Robin had access to resources beyond his wildest dreams. He wished he could go to other family members and talk to them and convince them how dangerous Robin was.
But all he'd get in response was a sneer from them. Over the course of the last month, he had tried to persuade the other families that Robin was more strong and possibly alien in origin, but all he had heard back were.
"David? Did you become sick? I'm sorry for your loss, but if we take this to court, they'll have you committed to a mental institution."
"David, I'm so sorry for the loss of your loved ones. Look, even my kid is in jail for this, and we're all in a bad spot right now. But you're in need of support, man."
David even showed his video to others but they were not at all convinced and in fact he showed to his own lawyer too but he said that it could never be accepted in court and gave a small hint that he might need some therapy to get over his grief. The videos he watched today put an end to any doubts he had that he wasn't going mad.
But unlike before, he didn't rush to alert anyone else. He saw the beasts and realized there was no escape and that Robin would eventually find him. So, he waited. He had the housekeepers and security personnel leave and had requested some privacy.
A knock on the door came unexpectedly late at night after more than a day of waiting. He was sipping his whisky and looking at the portraits of his wife and Helena. It was a family portrait of them spending their time in an island in Bahamas.
Looking at the photo brought a tear to his eye. This was the highlight of their final family trip together, and everyone seemed like they were having a great time. Now all of the happiness had gone just because he took a wrong step. Just letting his daughter go after a man who had been an eyesore recently had brought everything tumbling down on him. He couldn't even begin to calculate the number of people he had killed indirectly, the number of families he had wrecked, the number of countries he had devastated via poverty.
One wrong move and his life was forfeit. The doorbell rang as he was reflecting on the past. He'd had a few drinks and was getting upset since he thought a maid had returned to help him. Since the maids had been cared for by the family for so long, they developed emotional ties to the people who worked for him and continued to bother him long after he had fired them.
He went to the entrance, opened it, and spoke.
"Maria, I told you not..." The sight of the face caused his throat to close up, and his inebriation to evaporate. Robin was there, as were Sigret and Myrene. He turned a vitriolic eye on the trio, but instantly composed himself.
"Come in." David said as he walked towards the hall. Robin and the rest of the gang were right following him. While Robin and the others settled into the plush couch, David fetched three cups and set them on the front table. As Robin took in his surroundings, he realized they were quite lovely. David's current address was in Edwards, Colorado.
The fact that the estate was in the middle of nowhere and far away from civilization didn't make it any less stunning. The foyer doubled as the living room, and its high ceilings and marble or polished wood flooring made it a sumptuous space. Artwork, sculptures, and ornate moldings decorated the walls, while a magnificent chandelier and ornate sconces provided ambient lighting. There were soft sofas and rockers, a marble or stone fireplace, and sweeping views of the mountains.
The interior is, on the whole, excellent. Robin would enjoy spending time in such a house with his family very much.
"I want to buy this home. Is it on the market?" Asked Robin. David, who was filling the glass, raised an eyebrow at Robin's comment. Was he going to be discussing property today?
"It will be on the market soon. You can buy if you want." David stated in a flat manner.
"Thanks man." Robin said.
"You will get it anyways, if you kill me." David carried on.
"Kill you? Why will I kill you?" Robin questioned in apparent amazement.
"You flew all the way from San Francisco from a flight that had not been registered in any airports and tell me that you just want to buy my home?" David probed.
"Oh my.. You have an impressive network of contacts." Robin pretended to cover his lips with his hand. Of course Robin knew of his connections, he just wanted to play here.
"What do you want if you don't want to kill me. So, just do it. I have witnessed your work in Italy first hand. You've been able to stay under the radar for so long, it's a wonder." David remarked. Robin cracked a grin and said.
"There's no need to be so astonished. Initially, I was just a typical teenage boy. You've read my whole life story, so you understand. Once upon a time, I believed that at least some people in this world have decent intentions. It was then I got to see the filth. I know this is nothing compared to the old times where there were world wars and people died left and right, but the current world could do so much better than what it is. We humans aren't pulling our weight. We can't be called one. We are denying those who deserve a better life despite all the available information technology." To paraphrase what Robin said.
"So you are one of those fools who want equality. Want communism." David stared at Robin with a smirk on his face.
"I'm not a naive soul who would abandon reality for a perfect society. There is no such thing as perfection. We can only hope to improve our work. You could have been rich while being an upright person of the society. But you and other families have decided, over the course of decades, to play God, to govern the lives of others, and to create unemployment around the world in order to keep labor prices down. You guys grow richer while the poor go poorer with every recession. They're homeless, they kill each other, and all you can do is make sure they never blame you for their situation. And that's just the United States. It's unbelievable the extent to which you and others have exploited other countries. Misusing China, my country, Latin America, and Southeast Asia for your own financial gain. No need to go into detail about Africa's misery, which mirrors that of the Middle East. It boils the blood to hear of the atrocities your family and others have committed over the years." Robin uttered her words with hardly a pause. He was clearly growing more and more enraged by the second.
David did nothing but listen intently while sipping his whisky. Knowing that Robin was correct, he refrained any rebuttal. The manipulation they'd been engaging in for years was finally exposed, and no amount of apologies would make up for his errors.
David finally broke the silence by asking, "So what are you gonna do?"
"Get out of here!" After Robin finished talking, he stood up and put a hand on his shoulder. David had no time to figure out what Robin wanted before he and Robin were gone, leaving Sigret and Myrene to get up and call TARDIS.
David and Robin suddenly materialized on a North Korean cell. Specifically, the same prison where Lydia and others were held. This time, though, David was placed in a different cell. David, like many others, threw up. Robin sat and watched as David regained control of his emotions. A man dressed in military garb entered through the opening door.
"Supreme Commander."
"This individual will remain in custody until it is his turn to be executed. Keep his sanity intact through extreme torture so he can be executed. Pick out his nails, tickle him until he gets spasms in his muscles, cut few pieces from his flesh little by little and put salt in them and do whatever possible to show him how hell looks like." Robin replied without showing any compassion for the man."
In light of what he had learned about him in the files, it was possible that no amount of punishment would be sufficient. The man in the military outfit was the jailer Robin had asked to keep an eye on the new prisoners. The man looked at the man who had just got up after puking. He watched around in horror. He couldn't really understand what had just happened, only thing he did get was his freedom had been stripped away and his life now would go through hell.
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