Ben Will Die In The Intro(Andre Michael Pietroschek) Ben Will Die In The Intro
© Andre Michael Pietroschek, all rights reserved



I never liked Benjamin ``Ben´´ Sober. Factual truth. He was a decent detective, and quite some academic, whenever not a drunkard misanthrope going anti-social on everybody else. Literally, everybody else. Playing the victim, more busy being anti-social than getting the job done. It was the only Ben I knew. A spoiled asshole, as our generation made truth stand above pseudo-laws to please minorities. One equal law for all.

To me, Ben’s brain failed to realize that all other people must also pay their proverbial bills and make their living. Perhaps a narcissist, perhaps some effect of precedent trauma, perhaps just being born privileged and getting away with it. Hence, I was not surprised, when Ben once more played the princess stealing the show, considering the universe only to exist, so his ego can celebrate itself. It was his supposed moment of triumph. Getting his hands on the one piece of proof that could unmask us all, as willing and guilty lackeys of a Neo-Nazi cult.

We were gathered by Dr. Leonel, who had hired each of us to gather evidence proving, if true so, that a weird cult had hidden behind a cultural stipendiary. It wasn’t Elder Gods and weird rites. It was brainwashing, so criminal lackeys wouldn’t realize, how much monetary value they handed to even more greedy criminals. Or political extremists, if you didn’t auto-associate them with the term ``criminal´´. Now, add some of the culprits earning their money by selling illegal drugs, and you have the criminally insane, I called it drug-wrecked, enter the proverbial fray.

On a lower budget, investigators would benefit from military training or former years as police detectives. That is when only one small team can be mustered. Because violence is a recurrent risk on the job. Just like witness-intimidation, or witness-discrediting does of course happen, when dangerous people want to go unscathed.

But, that is another story. Another tale. Right now, Ben had reached the climax of his secret obsession. That piece of proof. The personal notebook, means some kinda mobile computer, of Professor Doctor Ronald Rutherford. The name was so fake, that only the gathering of legit evidence kept that misanthrope from being stopped much earlier.

So, with defeatism born in wisdom, and equally born in our unwillingness to go homicidal on Ben, we sat back and prepared to be awestruck witnesses to Ben’s discoveries and subsequent revelations about those discoveries. Ben would personally unmask the infiltrator and agent, who had worked for the Neo-Nazi from the start! Even Doctor Leonel was a potential suspect, and so were we four further investigators.

Son of a Polish patriot and a Jewish mother, dear Ben was quite pressured due to this case. Probably, because he had clashed with the infamous Professor Doctor Ronald Rutherford before. Our profession prefers to doubt anything until evidence is presented. I think, it is the stress of the job impacting our personalities, but I am not a graduated psychologist, so I may be wrong about it.

Ben finished watching, whatever data was displayed on the screen of Rutherford’s notebook. He turned towards us and finally found his words.

``You can check it yourself now. I am sorry, not just for the mess.´´, spoke Ben. Next. He drew his handgun and shot himself.

The mess was bloody and decorated with bio-shrapnel. Tragic, but Ben had always been an opponent of anything Nazi. Yes, easy to guess, who of us was the brainwashed lackey, Manchurian candidate, the blinded fool, who secretly had helped exactly the Devil he so wanted to neutralize. It was Ben, of course. Such zeal never comes from nothing, after all.

Two hours later, we all knew. From staring at the evidence of a recently cleaned and disinfected notebook. On that day, not one of us knew, if Doctor Leonel would continue opposing Professor Doctor Ronald Rutherford. For that is another story.


The End

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