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This entry was part of the competition run by Evil Planet inviting people to describe a day in the life of them, the evil genius. This excellent entry is from Splintercell.
Daylight had come to the home of Dr. Donald Amrich. As the sun began her journey across the heavens, the doctor did not taken notice, the interior of a secret island fortress usually didn’t provide the best views. The doctor never was much of an outside person anyway, he was way too paranoid for that, relying on a system of surveillance camera to do that for him, although his guards did most of the screen watching. He focused instead on making a doomsday device, a device so powerful it made the seven Trumpeters of the apocalypse envious, or so the doctor remarked, he never had much respect for religion. He proceeded down to his dining room for his breakfast, it composed of bacon, brutally slaughtered as per the Doctor’s instructions, and eggs, not very many evil things you can do to an egg, plus the usual coffee. Just as he was finished, a call came in on a nearby intercom.
“We found someone, in the caves floating on a boat, we put him in the holding cell.” A guard said
“Interrogate them and report back.”
“Aye, sir.” The guard replied
Amrich walked to his office, not much else to do. A trap test was scheduled for today, and the way things were going the newest visitors might receive a special hands on demonstration, to Amrich’s delight.
Hours passed, Amrich had spent the morning playing video games. At around two in the afternoon, the trap test was about to begin. But first he must check on the prisoner.
When he arrived, the cell was heavily guarded, for obvious reasons.
“How did the interrogation go?” the Doctor inquired.
“Not well, he didn’t even give us his name, he just sat there.”
“All right then, bring him to new trap, I have plan for him”
“Ok” the guard replied”
About a half an hour later, all was ready for the new trap test. The prisoner was blindfolded and standing about ten meters from the trap.
“Ok let him go” the doctor ordered.
The blindfold and restrains were removed
“All right, you can go, the exit is down that way”
And without a word, he proceeded to his doom. After about twenty steps he hit the trap door, and fell down into a shallow pit at the bottom of which was something akin to a household blender, when he was thoroughly grinded into a pulp, the blade turned off, and the door closed. The machine left one nasty mess, blood glistened under the bright lights, and it stained the white, featureless wall like jam on bread. What little remained of his organs littered the floor, it lay as a vile goo, even evil doctors got sickened by this and ordered it cleaned up at once.
The rest of the day passed without incident, the guards were changing shifts, and all was quiet. Another day of evil completed Amrich thought to himself, how many more till I achieve my goal of world domination, he had spent many a night thinking of what he would do if he did achieve this goal. “ I wonder” the doctor muttered to himself and he fell asleep, unbeknownst to him, a CIA agent by the name John “Splintercell” Glames, was listening to his muttering. “Not if I have anything to say about it ya bastard.” |
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