As the days passed, the nerves rose. My life was stable, the murder was on the news and the people were frightened.
It didn't take long for the nerves to die down though. People assumed that I was gone, the murderer....gone. but no.
I just took an itty bitty break to plan up the next glorious way id destroy lives. By day, I was a normal, law abiding citizen. Only occasionally playing the role in public as a simple struggling teen.
But I had a plan. One night I put it straight into action. I climbed into the police stations air ducts which seemed oddly big. Big enough for me to crawl around in them. I moved silently with purpose. Making it to the server rooms.
It wasn't hard to hack into the system surprisingly, teaching myself to hack hadnt come with many challenges. But I put a USB drive into the server and downloaded the whole database. That included incident reports, records, police names and faces, personal addresses, passwords, every evil dead these monsters created....and most importantly, body cam footage.
I knew what I was looking for for and I was going to get it. Whatever it took.
The unmistakable sound of footsteps cracked through the halls, I immediately hid, grabbing the USB and my laptop in its bag, hiding behind a server. The rooms door opened slowly, dramatic much I thought as the boots clicked through the room.
They were searching for something... probably me....or...maybe my USB. Well shit. They obviously track their servers was my first thought, but then I backtracked, this guy was looking for something...but not insanely fast. Like he didn't care.
I could use that to my advantage couldn't I. I'm by no means stupid compared to others. Itd be a piece of cake for me. But I decided against it. Ultimately letting the guy look in vain while I dodged him by moving around the servers carefully.
He left eventually, but not after telling his radio it was a false alarm. Hah. Idiot.
It was easy to get back into the air duct. Who thinks it's a great idea to have a cabinet right under it anyway?
Climbing back through while they were already suspicious was the hard part. One mistake and it wouldn't be "it's just a rat" anymore. If get caught. I'm screwed and I knew that.
I only slipped up twice but my powers easily helped me out. I never made a noise.
It seemed almost too easy when I climbed out of the police stations air ducts on the outside. I dusted myself off and avoided any cameras, making it back to the road and calmly walking away. Too easy.
I knew what was going to happen next. I wouldn't stop. I made it back to my warehouse quickly. If I was going to get caught. Then I'd make sure my goal was completed first. Some fraud and murder won't stop me.
I put the USB in my laptop when I got back, logging into the database. It didn't take long before I found the other officers that betrayed me, or that's what I thought. It had taken me an hour to shift through all the on duty officers and I didn't even realize it.
My hunger for their demise only grew at these simple facts. Their addresses, family, pay, and even all the body cam footage I could ever want. This....might be more fun than I thought.
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It took hours to look through officer m. Smith's records and body cam footage before I finally found what I was looking for. Evidence. This time would be different. I wouldn't just kill him for what he'd done and just sit by while the world called him a hero and a victim. This time.....this time his reputation would be the first to go.
As I sat in my little room, I made an account, one that couldn't be tracked down. I made it a point to not allow my location to be shown in the actual place I was. Boy was I lucky VPN's are a thing. With a click I was suddenly in Canada for my location.
With my account secured, I uploaded it all. The dirty deeds, the victims he didn't save, the way he sat by and laughed at people for crying.
All of it....
Within minutes, the accounts views skyrocketed. Thousands of people commenting on the horrors they'd seen. The app I was on tried to take it down but I kept putting it back up. The people even started getting mad that it was being taken down.
I could feel the meltdown. I could tell his life would soon fall apart...and then? When he's at his weakest I'll strike. Nobody will sypathize with that piece of garbage. My laugh echoed out as I read through all the hate on him. Each time it got stronger....I felt as if I did as well. Like the hatred and the fear called to me.
Id have to make my plan better for this. It would have to make a splash.....one big enough to cause mass hysteria....