Chapter 55 - [AT] The End of Life for Nicholas James...

[After Transition]

It had been around a couple of months or so since I had graduated and left for Gotham, honestly that was just a guess because I don't know how long it's been and there's a good reason for that. Since I've come to Gotham and I had a nice little nest egg I focused all my energy on my revenge, aside from the necessary things I had to do (eat, sleep, piss, shit, and f.u.c.k) I've been investigating my old orphanage and boy was that a shit show. The orphanage is the same as ever which is poorly funded, pretty broken down and a nesting place for the future thugs of Gotham though that is looking to be a bad future prospect on account of the crazy man in the bat suit running around, there was an older woman who looked to be passed her fifties but I could tell who it was the moment I set eyes on her, the same bitch that shoved me down a meat grinder.

It took all the willpower I had not to rush the bitch and gouge her eyes out but I decided to hold off on that for the moment for the sole reason of my revenge being much sweeter when I had all the details planned out, I watched the orphanage till I saw a little kid come out and walk across the street and into an alleyway where he weirdly waited next to a couple of dumpsters but that when I saw it. A brown paper bag dropped from above into the dumpster which the kid then promptly dug out and ran off no doubt to deliver it, looking above the dumpster I saw the same dealer from all those years ago at ding on the fires ape of the building calmly watching the kid run off down the alley and from that moment on I watched the matron and the dealer like a hawk.

I watched them day and night, where they went, who they talked to, where they lived, where they slept, their favourite restaurant, their favourite toilet to take a dump in and I took particular note of their families, the matron didn't really have anyone which figures because she was the nastiest bitch in existence but the dealer had an ex-wife and a daughter, I actually watched him play in the park with his daughter but if he thinks that having a child rely on him will spare him from my wrath then he is dead wrong. For a few days I contemplated about making him suffer by making him watch me put his daughter into a meat grinder but I decided not to as his daughter doesn't deserve to suffer for his mistakes, cutting his legs off and putting them through a meat grinder before feeding it to him (obviously cooked and seasoned, I'm not a monster) will suffice for now, honestly I'm not yet decided on how I shall punish them for now I will just continue to watch before I settle on the perfect revenge.

And so I watched and eventually I collected information on their whole gang and their system, I collected evidence of their (and their gangs) wrong doings and eventually when one of their drug mules reached the age of ten I found out where they were sending all their quality human meat. They were delivering their quality goods to several different places in Gotham, New York and a dozen other places and honestly I can't remember which place 'Human Meat Nick' was sent to (trauma is a hell of a bitch) which means I've got to get all of these places as well, nobody ever said that revenge was easy. After a while more of watching them I figured that I wasn't going to get anything else out of them so I decide to call it quits and prepare for the end game, knowing that it would be impossible for me to actually hunt down the entire gang (too much effort) as well as take down the people who were buying human meat so I compiled all my evidence into a file which I was secretly going to give to police commissioner Jim Gordon (who was only an officer back when I used to live in Gotham) who seemed to be an actual honest to god genuine police officer.

Looking at the folder of evidence on my desk I reminisced about everything that lead me here to this very moment, I had everything in place to deal with the gang and the cannibals so all I had to do know was decide how I was going to capture the matron and the dealer and how I was going to slowly torture them to death but there are too many options to choose from with each having their own advantages and disadvantages. Feeling a bit upset about my indecisiveness on my torture method I decided to go up to the roof of the building to have a cigarette, I had rented an apartment in Gotham for the duration of my stay here and I went for an okay one which was in an okay neighbourhood, not rich enough to risk a robbery but not poor enough that I would feel sick living here.

Opening the door to the roof I patted down my pockets to look for my cigarettes box but when I patted my back left pocket I had a minor panic attack at the lack of feeling in the pocket where I kept my wallet before I realised that I left it in the apartment with the rest of my belongings only taking my cigarettes with me. Reaching into my back right pocket I took out my cigarette box and took a single one out before lighting it and putting it in my mouth proceeding to take a deep drag, cigarettes became a vice of some kind for me due to all the stress I've been under which includes tangling with Superman, regenerating from quite a few different injuries as well as planning my revenge and holding back from just running at them which was super difficult for me.

I doesn't really matter though, my healing factor will just fix me so there's no lung cancer or anything to worry about, I've actually tried almost every kind of drug out there during my university days because I knew that I wouldn't die from it but unfortunately my regenerating is too good that it gets rid of my high after after a few minutes so it was kinda hard to enjoy so I don't take drugs anymore. Stopping myself from healing the rest of my body is pretty easy for me but when it comes to the brain I don't risk anything because I might regenerate but who knows if I will come back brain dead but unfortunately this means that my highs don't last that long unless it's a natural body reaction, I now just constantly smoke cigarettes, drink booze and have a f.u.c.k ton of s.e.x for fun which I ain't complaining about, no lung failure for me.

I go to take another drag from my cigarette but I don't because my mouth opens wide in shock and my cigarettes falls to the floor, the reason for my shock is the f.u.c.k.i.n.g bright blue-green wormhole that just opened in front of me, I don't know what the hell it is but it looks beautiful. It's drawing me in, I can't look away, it's like this is my destiny. I feel an unstoppable need to go towards it and so I do, I've never been one to deny myself my d.e.s.i.r.es. I slowly inch forward towards the blue-green spectacle before my eyes with my heartbeat going absolutely insane seeming to beat in time with the pulses from the wormhole.

I reach out my hand and it touches the shining wormhole before my eyes, just a slight touch but that's all that was needed.. All that was needed for me to be s.u.c.k.e.d into it without even being able to let out a scream...

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