Post by Dr Wainwright on Aug 19, 2017 19:38:58 GMT
It was finally over, finally Doctor Wainwright's mad quest for vengeance had come to an end. For years he had searched, slaughtered his way through his enemies in pursuit of one, the monster responsible for the murder of his wife and child. Finally he tracked him down to his lair in this beautiful scenery. A suitable place for one to achieve justice.
For a long time Wainwright had dreamt of this moment, of how he might finally put an end to who stole his family from him, leaving him a scarred, bitter, resentful shell of his former self. He found he did not hesitate to slay his quarry when he stormed the home, a simple slash of his sword and... It was done. All over.
Yet.
His revenge had not brought even the smallest measure of peace to his tortured soul. Nay, for it instead brought some level of sanity to his hatred filled mind, long driven mad by his plunge into vengeance and his desire for it. With sanity came clarity of clear thought and guilt, horror and revulsion at what he had done.
Carter Wainwright walked silently through the warm sands, dropping his heavy high calibre revolver pistol into the grains, shortly followed by the blood slicked blade. He tore off his pitch black leather gloves, revealing a scarred hands, he removed his night black duster, his black shirt rising and falling on his muscular chest as Wainwright walked towards the sea. The Doctor removed his distinctive black cap, his head bald and flame scarred. He seated himself in the sand, holding his hat for a few seconds before placing it down on his right hand side.
Wainwright's breath hissed and rasped through his mask that he wore to hide his horrifically scarred features. With careful, deliberate steps he undid each of the clasps, the mask realising with a soft pop. He let it drop into the sand. Carter's one human eye shone with a strange mixture of joy and guilty, as if he were unable to decide which one he should feel after drowning in so much hate.
His other eye, the cybernetic replacement burned with the cold red fire of a machine. With shaking fingers, Wainwright reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a carefully folded photo. He unfolded it, staring at the image with incredible sadness, his wife, his daughter. They were both so beautiful. He tried and failed to protect them.
What had his revenge achieved?
With difficulty, he tore his gaze from the picture held in his hands and stared out to see, past the horizon. "What's left Linda? What have I got left now?" His voice rasped out, dry, cracked and painful. Carter's wife gave no reply, her picture smiling as she held a little bundle of joy. The blackened heart within Carter twisted in agony. "What is the point of finally having a tomorrow? A future? If neither of you are in it." The raw pain was thick in his voice, it filled his soul. Not even in the after life, if there was one, would he see them. Surely, no merciful loving deity would let a monster such as him into the next life.
He was a monster, a horror far worse than the one he ended earlier today. Carter decided to simply sit and wait for whoever, or whatever came for him. Talon, who he worked for. Overwatch who he formerly held loyalty previously served with. Local police forces. It did not matter which.
Wainwright was done being the butcher, no more horrors, no more cruel science. He... He just wanted to... There was no logic to continuing that thought. He in the end got what he desired, revenge at any price.
Wainwright knew he deserved whatever punishment came his way as a result of his actions, be it from Overwatch or local police forces.
For a long time Wainwright had dreamt of this moment, of how he might finally put an end to who stole his family from him, leaving him a scarred, bitter, resentful shell of his former self. He found he did not hesitate to slay his quarry when he stormed the home, a simple slash of his sword and... It was done. All over.
Yet.
His revenge had not brought even the smallest measure of peace to his tortured soul. Nay, for it instead brought some level of sanity to his hatred filled mind, long driven mad by his plunge into vengeance and his desire for it. With sanity came clarity of clear thought and guilt, horror and revulsion at what he had done.
Carter Wainwright walked silently through the warm sands, dropping his heavy high calibre revolver pistol into the grains, shortly followed by the blood slicked blade. He tore off his pitch black leather gloves, revealing a scarred hands, he removed his night black duster, his black shirt rising and falling on his muscular chest as Wainwright walked towards the sea. The Doctor removed his distinctive black cap, his head bald and flame scarred. He seated himself in the sand, holding his hat for a few seconds before placing it down on his right hand side.
Wainwright's breath hissed and rasped through his mask that he wore to hide his horrifically scarred features. With careful, deliberate steps he undid each of the clasps, the mask realising with a soft pop. He let it drop into the sand. Carter's one human eye shone with a strange mixture of joy and guilty, as if he were unable to decide which one he should feel after drowning in so much hate.
His other eye, the cybernetic replacement burned with the cold red fire of a machine. With shaking fingers, Wainwright reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a carefully folded photo. He unfolded it, staring at the image with incredible sadness, his wife, his daughter. They were both so beautiful. He tried and failed to protect them.
What had his revenge achieved?
With difficulty, he tore his gaze from the picture held in his hands and stared out to see, past the horizon. "What's left Linda? What have I got left now?" His voice rasped out, dry, cracked and painful. Carter's wife gave no reply, her picture smiling as she held a little bundle of joy. The blackened heart within Carter twisted in agony. "What is the point of finally having a tomorrow? A future? If neither of you are in it." The raw pain was thick in his voice, it filled his soul. Not even in the after life, if there was one, would he see them. Surely, no merciful loving deity would let a monster such as him into the next life.
He was a monster, a horror far worse than the one he ended earlier today. Carter decided to simply sit and wait for whoever, or whatever came for him. Talon, who he worked for. Overwatch who he formerly held loyalty previously served with. Local police forces. It did not matter which.
Wainwright was done being the butcher, no more horrors, no more cruel science. He... He just wanted to... There was no logic to continuing that thought. He in the end got what he desired, revenge at any price.
Wainwright knew he deserved whatever punishment came his way as a result of his actions, be it from Overwatch or local police forces.