Auman
29-04-2006, 00:43
The stark light of fluorescant bulbs seared the eyes of Tahmoh Jensler. The clamps of the handcuffs bit into his wrists everytime he shifted in his seat. The pale, green, brick walls of the interrogation room added to the depressing scene. Seargant Spentz glared at Jensler from the other side of a two-way mirror, his partner sipped at a coffee in a styrofoam cup. Spentz rolled up the sleeves of his navy blue dress shirt and removed the snub nosed revolver from his shoulder holster and placed it down on a table which was only notable for a plain digital recording device.
Jensler looked perfectly calm, hard to believe after the day's events.
'Look at this guy. Real piece of work he is.' said Spentz through clinched teeth. Spentz's partner, an older, fatter, balding cop by the name of Margolise snorted, 'They all are. All got something to complain about. "Wah, my mommy didn't love me, or, "Boo hoo, my dad smoked crack." I say fuck 'em. Little pussies. My ol' man used to beat the living shit out of me if I looked at him wrong...' detailed Margolise, as he usually did...Spentz tuned him out, fixating on Jensler.
Spentz entered the interrogation room and extended an open hand, when Jensler went to take it there was another sharp bite into his wrist and he winced with pain, Spentz knew this would happen. The officer pulled a seat out for himself with a loud scrape and sat down. Jensler's updated police file was sitting on the table, Spentz took it and looked through it, casually.
'Well, Mr. Jensler. How did you end up here?' asked Spentz.
'I shot some people.' responded Tahmoh Jensler.
'Yes, I know that already. You shot twelve people, including a pregnant woman, you piece of shit!'
Tahmoh shrugged and avoided eye contact with the Cop. 'So, you feel no guilt? No remorse for what you did? You intentionally shot this woman in the stomach, I saw the vids.' asked Spentz.
'I know, I was showboating.' muttered Tahmoh. Spentz looked absolutely appauled.
'So, you're just some thrill killing asshole, eh? Can't get laid cause of your small dick, so you get your rocks off by blowing away women and guys just trying to make a living, eh?'
'Yep, Officer! That's right, you got me pegged. I'm just some rich kid who thought it'd be cool to kill some folks. You got my ticket, you asshole!'
Spentz gave Jensler a smack to the teeth, he yelped and brought his hands upto his mouth, yet again the chains which attached his wrists to the chair were to short and bit tighter onto his wrists.
'In this room, Iam god, you understand me?' shouted Spentz, practically pushing his index finger into his chest. Spentz dropped Jensler's file on the table with a slap and its contents spread out. 'You graduated top of your class at West Margaritifer Technical University. You were going to be a very wealthy man from what I could tell. Not that your mommy and daddy didn't already have you covered with a nice, fat, trust fund. You also lived in the western properties, in a home, a god damned house, that is worth over thirty million. Mr. Jensler, your father is on the General's staff, serving just under General Gespecal and your mother is the CEO of this nation's largest cosmetics company...my question is, what's your fucking problem, man?'
Jensler sat, wordless, just staring at the table. 'Well, you're just a well-spring of information, Tahm.' Spentz spat.
'That's what they all say...' said Jensler, barely audible. 'Sorry, what'd you say? I don't speak asshole!' retorted Spentz.
'Do you know what it's like, to always live in the shadow of your parents? Everyone always telling you how easy you got it. It's frustrating.'
'No reason to shoot up a mall full of people...'
'That's not why I did it...'
'Why the hell did you do it then, for god sakes!'
'I...I can't remember...'
'Well you better remember soon, cause I'm keeping you here all night if I have to, and you won't like me when If I don't get my beauty sleep.'
Jensler sighed. 'Personally, I don't believe a single word you just said. Can't remember? My ass you can't remember. Remember kid, we don't have a constitution in Auman...you have no fifth ammendment, it is not your right to stay silent. You better tell me why you hurt those poor people or I swear to god, I'll hurt you so god damned bad...'
'Yay, petty, baseless threats. Thank you officer, I needed a laugh...this bad cop routine is really...' said Jensler before he realized that Seargant Spentz was slipping on a pair of knuckle dusters. Jensler started to look panicked. Spentz started to tap the brass knuckles on the table, for effect.
'You were saying?' asked Spentz. Jensler cleared his throat, 'Ok, you really want to know why I did it?'. Spentz narrowed his eyes at the punk, 'Have you not heard a single word out of my mouth?'
Tahmoh started to talk, but was cut off suddenly, Margolise cut in on the the inter-vox, 'Spentz, the father is here.'. Spentz sprung to attention, his chair hit the wall as it slid out of the way. An imposing man in the black military dress uniform and cape of an Aumanii officer entered the room, the door slammed open with a crash. Spentz threw a quick salute, which was returned by General Jansler, whose fiery eyes were burning a hole through his son.
'Dad!' said Tahmoh gleefully.
'Did you tell the officer what you've done, why?' inquired General Tahmoh Jansler, Sr.
'Sir, no, sir! He was just about to tell me, sir!' reported Spentz. The Aumanii Police Forces were controlled by the Interior Ministry, and by extension the Military, General Jensler was Spentz's ranking officer.
'You proud of me now dad, I killed some people for you. Isn't that what you wanted?' said Junior, beaming with a smile.
'You little sicko...' said Senior, barely containing his rage, '...Did you think I wanted you to commit murder? I wanted you to follow in my footsteps...'
'Oh, sure thing daddy...follow in your footsteps, what do you think I just did? Always telling me war stories and tallying up your kill counts with your buddies, you disgust me!' Said Jansler Jr.
Spentz picked up Junior's file again and raced through the pages.
'I disgust you?! I disgust you?! You and your friends are my bane, you and your god damned hippie friends...'
Spentz found his record for suspicious activity:
-Appeared at disarmament rally, April 20, 2885.
-Spoke out at anti-conscription rally, May 1st, 2884.
-Smoked illicit drugs in public, protesting tarrifs and economic policy, January 12th, 2884.
~The list goes on.
Spentz ran a hand through his hair and took in the reasoning for the shooting, he just thought the kid was crazy, but this was starting to look like a cold, calculated, act.
'You don't understand us, you're just another part of the machine, Dad. Fuck you, pig.' said Junior, defiantly. General Jansler spat in his son's face.
Spentz broke into the heated argument the two men were having, 'So, you mean to tell me that you shot these people...to what, get back at your dad? Protest the military?'
Tahmoh Jansler Jr looked Spentz directly in the eye this time as he spoke. 'Both. For years you pigs have been forcing otherwise decent people into fighting your foreign resource wars. Dying over scraps of ice and inside your tunnels...'
Spentz looked at Jansler, Jr. in utter disappointment...'I'll take that as an admission of guilt, you're on record.'
The Punk laughed.
The rage and shame felt by General Jansler was immense. For twenty-five years he had raised this boy, gave him everything, anything he could ever want and all he asked was that he could consider following in his steps...however, he still supported him when he decided not to...sending him to that god damned technical university. He should've done more research, the university was a hot-bed of counter cultural extremism. Pacifism was spreading like wild fire in the college population. Anti-War, Anti-Conscription, Anti-Military...and ultimately, Anti-Establishmentarianism.... Before University, Tahmoh had been a perfectly normal child, didn't question his father or mother, the government, his teachers...then, that god damned school corrupted him, his hippie, immigrant, student friends.
The shame was overwhelming...
'You have my name son. You've perverted our family line with your filth. You killed eleven good people and ruined the life of a young woman...I can't have that. I have to fix this...' said the General as he drew his sidearm, Junior's eyes went wild, but then he calmed himself.
'You kill me now, father, and you'll only prove us right. Your country is a fossil...'
'Sir, put the gun down!' shouted Spentz, holding his hands out in a non-threatening manner.
'Auman is a fossil? You're a fucking goon, a god damn pawn...you know this, Son? You're just following foreign propaganda, you little shit!' The General pulled the hammer back on his heavy, .455, revolver and shot his son through the head. Brain matter stained the walls red, rolling down to the ground. The General's expression was blank. Spentz looked on in horror.
'What's the matter, Trooper, never seen a cherry pie before?' said General Jansler, motioning towards the slowly growing pool of brain and skull fragments on the floor behind the spasming body of his former son. Spentz was sick, and vomitted. General Jensler reholstered his pistol, sighed deeply and left. The door was still open. Margolise was prevented from entering by a pair of Aumanii Shock Troopers that were guarding the door, his jaw was hanging in shock.
To think, Aumanii hippies would be stupid enough to do something as bad as killing innocent people to prove a point...On the otherhand, General Jensler had just shot his own son to prove one of his own, that his son was weak and that he was strong. That he was not a coward. That he was able to right the wrongs of his own family.
Jensler looked perfectly calm, hard to believe after the day's events.
'Look at this guy. Real piece of work he is.' said Spentz through clinched teeth. Spentz's partner, an older, fatter, balding cop by the name of Margolise snorted, 'They all are. All got something to complain about. "Wah, my mommy didn't love me, or, "Boo hoo, my dad smoked crack." I say fuck 'em. Little pussies. My ol' man used to beat the living shit out of me if I looked at him wrong...' detailed Margolise, as he usually did...Spentz tuned him out, fixating on Jensler.
Spentz entered the interrogation room and extended an open hand, when Jensler went to take it there was another sharp bite into his wrist and he winced with pain, Spentz knew this would happen. The officer pulled a seat out for himself with a loud scrape and sat down. Jensler's updated police file was sitting on the table, Spentz took it and looked through it, casually.
'Well, Mr. Jensler. How did you end up here?' asked Spentz.
'I shot some people.' responded Tahmoh Jensler.
'Yes, I know that already. You shot twelve people, including a pregnant woman, you piece of shit!'
Tahmoh shrugged and avoided eye contact with the Cop. 'So, you feel no guilt? No remorse for what you did? You intentionally shot this woman in the stomach, I saw the vids.' asked Spentz.
'I know, I was showboating.' muttered Tahmoh. Spentz looked absolutely appauled.
'So, you're just some thrill killing asshole, eh? Can't get laid cause of your small dick, so you get your rocks off by blowing away women and guys just trying to make a living, eh?'
'Yep, Officer! That's right, you got me pegged. I'm just some rich kid who thought it'd be cool to kill some folks. You got my ticket, you asshole!'
Spentz gave Jensler a smack to the teeth, he yelped and brought his hands upto his mouth, yet again the chains which attached his wrists to the chair were to short and bit tighter onto his wrists.
'In this room, Iam god, you understand me?' shouted Spentz, practically pushing his index finger into his chest. Spentz dropped Jensler's file on the table with a slap and its contents spread out. 'You graduated top of your class at West Margaritifer Technical University. You were going to be a very wealthy man from what I could tell. Not that your mommy and daddy didn't already have you covered with a nice, fat, trust fund. You also lived in the western properties, in a home, a god damned house, that is worth over thirty million. Mr. Jensler, your father is on the General's staff, serving just under General Gespecal and your mother is the CEO of this nation's largest cosmetics company...my question is, what's your fucking problem, man?'
Jensler sat, wordless, just staring at the table. 'Well, you're just a well-spring of information, Tahm.' Spentz spat.
'That's what they all say...' said Jensler, barely audible. 'Sorry, what'd you say? I don't speak asshole!' retorted Spentz.
'Do you know what it's like, to always live in the shadow of your parents? Everyone always telling you how easy you got it. It's frustrating.'
'No reason to shoot up a mall full of people...'
'That's not why I did it...'
'Why the hell did you do it then, for god sakes!'
'I...I can't remember...'
'Well you better remember soon, cause I'm keeping you here all night if I have to, and you won't like me when If I don't get my beauty sleep.'
Jensler sighed. 'Personally, I don't believe a single word you just said. Can't remember? My ass you can't remember. Remember kid, we don't have a constitution in Auman...you have no fifth ammendment, it is not your right to stay silent. You better tell me why you hurt those poor people or I swear to god, I'll hurt you so god damned bad...'
'Yay, petty, baseless threats. Thank you officer, I needed a laugh...this bad cop routine is really...' said Jensler before he realized that Seargant Spentz was slipping on a pair of knuckle dusters. Jensler started to look panicked. Spentz started to tap the brass knuckles on the table, for effect.
'You were saying?' asked Spentz. Jensler cleared his throat, 'Ok, you really want to know why I did it?'. Spentz narrowed his eyes at the punk, 'Have you not heard a single word out of my mouth?'
Tahmoh started to talk, but was cut off suddenly, Margolise cut in on the the inter-vox, 'Spentz, the father is here.'. Spentz sprung to attention, his chair hit the wall as it slid out of the way. An imposing man in the black military dress uniform and cape of an Aumanii officer entered the room, the door slammed open with a crash. Spentz threw a quick salute, which was returned by General Jansler, whose fiery eyes were burning a hole through his son.
'Dad!' said Tahmoh gleefully.
'Did you tell the officer what you've done, why?' inquired General Tahmoh Jansler, Sr.
'Sir, no, sir! He was just about to tell me, sir!' reported Spentz. The Aumanii Police Forces were controlled by the Interior Ministry, and by extension the Military, General Jensler was Spentz's ranking officer.
'You proud of me now dad, I killed some people for you. Isn't that what you wanted?' said Junior, beaming with a smile.
'You little sicko...' said Senior, barely containing his rage, '...Did you think I wanted you to commit murder? I wanted you to follow in my footsteps...'
'Oh, sure thing daddy...follow in your footsteps, what do you think I just did? Always telling me war stories and tallying up your kill counts with your buddies, you disgust me!' Said Jansler Jr.
Spentz picked up Junior's file again and raced through the pages.
'I disgust you?! I disgust you?! You and your friends are my bane, you and your god damned hippie friends...'
Spentz found his record for suspicious activity:
-Appeared at disarmament rally, April 20, 2885.
-Spoke out at anti-conscription rally, May 1st, 2884.
-Smoked illicit drugs in public, protesting tarrifs and economic policy, January 12th, 2884.
~The list goes on.
Spentz ran a hand through his hair and took in the reasoning for the shooting, he just thought the kid was crazy, but this was starting to look like a cold, calculated, act.
'You don't understand us, you're just another part of the machine, Dad. Fuck you, pig.' said Junior, defiantly. General Jansler spat in his son's face.
Spentz broke into the heated argument the two men were having, 'So, you mean to tell me that you shot these people...to what, get back at your dad? Protest the military?'
Tahmoh Jansler Jr looked Spentz directly in the eye this time as he spoke. 'Both. For years you pigs have been forcing otherwise decent people into fighting your foreign resource wars. Dying over scraps of ice and inside your tunnels...'
Spentz looked at Jansler, Jr. in utter disappointment...'I'll take that as an admission of guilt, you're on record.'
The Punk laughed.
The rage and shame felt by General Jansler was immense. For twenty-five years he had raised this boy, gave him everything, anything he could ever want and all he asked was that he could consider following in his steps...however, he still supported him when he decided not to...sending him to that god damned technical university. He should've done more research, the university was a hot-bed of counter cultural extremism. Pacifism was spreading like wild fire in the college population. Anti-War, Anti-Conscription, Anti-Military...and ultimately, Anti-Establishmentarianism.... Before University, Tahmoh had been a perfectly normal child, didn't question his father or mother, the government, his teachers...then, that god damned school corrupted him, his hippie, immigrant, student friends.
The shame was overwhelming...
'You have my name son. You've perverted our family line with your filth. You killed eleven good people and ruined the life of a young woman...I can't have that. I have to fix this...' said the General as he drew his sidearm, Junior's eyes went wild, but then he calmed himself.
'You kill me now, father, and you'll only prove us right. Your country is a fossil...'
'Sir, put the gun down!' shouted Spentz, holding his hands out in a non-threatening manner.
'Auman is a fossil? You're a fucking goon, a god damn pawn...you know this, Son? You're just following foreign propaganda, you little shit!' The General pulled the hammer back on his heavy, .455, revolver and shot his son through the head. Brain matter stained the walls red, rolling down to the ground. The General's expression was blank. Spentz looked on in horror.
'What's the matter, Trooper, never seen a cherry pie before?' said General Jansler, motioning towards the slowly growing pool of brain and skull fragments on the floor behind the spasming body of his former son. Spentz was sick, and vomitted. General Jensler reholstered his pistol, sighed deeply and left. The door was still open. Margolise was prevented from entering by a pair of Aumanii Shock Troopers that were guarding the door, his jaw was hanging in shock.
To think, Aumanii hippies would be stupid enough to do something as bad as killing innocent people to prove a point...On the otherhand, General Jensler had just shot his own son to prove one of his own, that his son was weak and that he was strong. That he was not a coward. That he was able to right the wrongs of his own family.