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jla_watchtowerThere was once a man named Ray Whitmore. He was an accountant for the small firm of Foster & Gabriels. Over a month ago, Ray had the misfortune of delivering some really bad news to one of his clients, Mr. Roman Sionis, the criminal also known as the Black Mask.
No one has heard from Ray since.
But the news that Ray delivered was so bad that killing Ray, even in the slow and grotesque fashion that he did, wasn't anywhere near punishment near enough. Since that time, Ray's parents were killed, and his siblings. But even their deaths weren't enough to sate Black Mask's rage. Ray's friends were killed, as were several of his coworkers. So was his therapist, personal trainer, mechanic, tailor, 2nd Grade teacher, and paperboy. His college friends were tracked down and slaughtered, as were his Facebook friends, the people who followed him on Twitter, and everyone on his Aim buddy list.
Everyone who had any kind of contact was Ray was on Roman's hit list, and we went through them all. He killed them each in ways that were as creative as they were brutal, and for good measure he torched their homes and raided their life savings.
Until, finally, there was just one name left. Vincent Douglass, who had once sold Ray a pair of loafers. The Black Mask finally caught up to him in Arizona, where he chased him into the desert to finish what he started.
But what was the news that Ray delivered that was so bad? It was simple. He informed his client that he was now broke. All of his accounts, including all of his stateside holds, his offshore accounts, money held in dummy corporations... all of it was gone.
As if that wasn't enough, the cash he had stashed away in various safe deposit boxes, under floor boards, and even inside of mattresses was also missing.
Every last penny that he had ever made or stolen up until that point in his life was gone. Stolen. And he knew exactly who did it.
If she thought the plans he had for her before this were sick, she should see the plans running through his head now. She had raised the stakes, and by the time he'll be through with her, there will be nothing left of her, and no one left to mourn her.
No one has heard from Ray since.
But the news that Ray delivered was so bad that killing Ray, even in the slow and grotesque fashion that he did, wasn't anywhere near punishment near enough. Since that time, Ray's parents were killed, and his siblings. But even their deaths weren't enough to sate Black Mask's rage. Ray's friends were killed, as were several of his coworkers. So was his therapist, personal trainer, mechanic, tailor, 2nd Grade teacher, and paperboy. His college friends were tracked down and slaughtered, as were his Facebook friends, the people who followed him on Twitter, and everyone on his Aim buddy list.
Everyone who had any kind of contact was Ray was on Roman's hit list, and we went through them all. He killed them each in ways that were as creative as they were brutal, and for good measure he torched their homes and raided their life savings.
Until, finally, there was just one name left. Vincent Douglass, who had once sold Ray a pair of loafers. The Black Mask finally caught up to him in Arizona, where he chased him into the desert to finish what he started.
But what was the news that Ray delivered that was so bad? It was simple. He informed his client that he was now broke. All of his accounts, including all of his stateside holds, his offshore accounts, money held in dummy corporations... all of it was gone.
As if that wasn't enough, the cash he had stashed away in various safe deposit boxes, under floor boards, and even inside of mattresses was also missing.
Every last penny that he had ever made or stolen up until that point in his life was gone. Stolen. And he knew exactly who did it.
If she thought the plans he had for her before this were sick, she should see the plans running through his head now. She had raised the stakes, and by the time he'll be through with her, there will be nothing left of her, and no one left to mourn her.
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