Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

Intelligence. Reasoning. It was something that people quoted as being the most important characteristic of the human being. But that wasn't the case the human race hadn't evolved because people were smart , it evolved because those who adapted thrived. So in the sense of common sense, people were often thought of as stupid when it wasn't really the case. It was more often an issue of not caring, of not wanting to get involved, and that was just laziness. Now were there stupid people? Absolutely. Were there smart people? Definitely. But finding ones that could see more than one solution, that was the challenge. Because nothing in this life was clear-cut, not even the 'facts' of science and technology. Even that last mystery, that truly final frontier known as death, was never certain in how it manifested itself. And the fact that people nowadays were trying to find the one-size-fits-all solution to life's problems, when life itself demanded in fact the very opposite, was downright lazy. People forgot how to think, plain and simple...And on this somewhat quiet night, young Justin was about to find out that someone had grown tired of the laziness. Had tired of people trying to rely on others to escape the harsh reality that life was difficult, and its difficulty was a test in itself. And those that failed...Perished. People needed to learn how to think again if they wanted change so bad, they needed to learn to use their heads and not let some trumped-up charlatan decide their fates for them. A small 'Tsh' sounded in the otherwise silent alley, a sting coming from the young man's neck soon enough, a powerful tranquilizer would work through his system, starting to slow down his thoughts, his perception of time...Before completely shutting down the major processes of his body and placing him into a heavy slumber, falling down and striking the cold floor of the alley. The last sounds was those of heavy footsteps approaching...Before darkness would overtake him. The room he would find himself was barren....Empty. The space itself was huge, the surrounding walls drab concrete. Completely devoid of anything in plain sight, and yet he was unrestrained. Odd that whoever put him here would leave him to his devices like this, in what appeared to be a completely empty warehouse of sorts. Though it wasn't like he was completely off scot-free there was an exit sure, but it said 'DO NOT EXIT' scrawled in red grease pencil, underlaid by a giant red X. And should he look behind him, he would see another door that also said 'DO NOT EXIT' written the exact same way. And to his right from there would be a third door, this one saying in blue grease pencil 'EXIT'. It was almost like whoever brought him here wanted him to escape. To simply walk out the door, if only to wake up and 'Fuck you' and leave. Like someone was just messing with him. Mr. Hopkins? Can you hear me? the young man would hear a voice, calm but cold and stern, its auditory profile altered to mask the identity of the speaker, play over what appeared to be a hastily set-up PA system. Hmm...Still seems to be out cold, I'll have to lower the dosage. it then commented, pausing for a few seconds to let this young man fully come back to his senses.