“Care to explain your crime?”
“Absolutely not! I have done no wrong!”
Nathan eyed the imprisoned man suspiciously.
“Do tell me then, Mister, why you murdered all those people who did nothing more than go about their normal lives.”
“You don’t understand! They did not go about their lives! They wouldn’t stop following me, vying for my blood! Your men didn’t help me! What was I to do?”
Coming up with a counterargument to his words was going to take some time. He had not considered that possibility. “But Mister—”
“Obviously, you do not know what is wrong with me, huh?”
Anger and hurt shone in the criminal’s eyes, knowing he didn’t understand. Nathan stepped back, unable to continue.
“The men vie for me for my unusual condition!” He raised his arm and began moving them in an intricate motion, bending it beyond physical possibility.
Eyes widened. “Mister…”
“Dare to look upon the devil? Well see him in all his glory!” he proceeded to move every joint in his body in unnatural ways, even once twisting his head a full 180. Nathan was hysterical.
“Criminal, begone! I shall have none of thee! Leave and never return! Nathan opened the door, pointing the way out.
“Rest in peace, officer.”
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The candy-coated criminal
Erik Mulheim