Ebensbach merely smirked as he listened to the magistrate read out the
long list of charges against him. Theft, assault, vandalism,
reckless endangerment, rape, attempted murder... the man was all but
salivating at the thought of burying Warin under the prison, never to
see the light of day again, and it showed. Warin could care
less. The prosecutor, the judges, his victims, they were all
just paper dolls to him. They just didn't matter to him at all.
The truth was, no one mattered to him. Not the matrons who ran
the orphanages and foster homes he grew up in, not the priests who
tried to instill religion in him, and certainly not the men he'd
injured or the women he violated. Warin figured it was only
fair; no one cared about him, really. Why should he care
"And all of this, the
defendant has committed before his eighteenth birthday. It is
clear that he is a danger to the people of Germany, and should be
imprisoned for the rest of his natural life." The prosecutor
sat, smirking at Warin. And why not? It wasn't like Warin
hid his tracks or made any defense.
"I see. Yes. Very well."
The judge cleared his throat, then reread the note that sat before him
on his stand. That note made him very glad that the defendant
hadn't offered up any plea or defense. Indeed, it made things so
much easier. The judge was a man of specific tastes, and somehow
the writer of the note had found out. In exchange for not
revealing the judge's tastes to the media, the note read, the writer
requested that one Warin Ebensbach be sentenced to life in prison at
Haafenbar Langstrafenanstalt. That prison, and no other.
For protecting his secrets, the judge didn't see this as so high a
He cleared his throat again. "The
defendant, having offered no defense and having entered a plea of
guilty to all charges is sentenced to serve the remainder of his life
inprisoned. He will be taken from this court and sent as soon as
it is practicable to Haafenbar Langstrafenanstalt, where he will be
kept in maximum security conditions."
Warin Ebensbach only smiled wider.
Within a week of his arrival at
Haafenbar, it was obvious to the prison's administration that the man
could not be kept in the general population. He was moved to
solitary confinement, which suited the group that put Warin in the
prison just fine. It allowed them to administer the drug
treatments and chemical enhancements to the man under even more secure
Eight Years Later:
The man in the suit introduced himself
as Warin's attorney. Warin raised an eyebrow at this... he had
no attorney that he knew of.
am Addler Kalb. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.
Please, sit," the man said, indicating the chair across the table.
The attorney was of no concern to Warin.
The man was obviously in his late 50s, and was in pitiful shape.
This Kalb was 115 kilos if he was a gram, and did not reach two meters
in height. But the man's eyes bothered Warin. They held
this clever sparkle to them; Warin always hated men who thought
themselves clever. Too often, they turned out to be fools.
This one, with his carefully tailored suit and his walrus moustache,
smelled of fool, alright.
just sat there, smiling at Warin. That irritated him also.
Through gritted teeth, Warin growled, "So,
you are my lawyer. You must be here for a reason, so spit it
"Ah, yes. Mr.
Ebensbach, let me be honest with you. I have nothing to hide from you and pose no danger to you."
If Kalb was trying to placate Warin, he was doing it all wrong.
But Warin let the man continue. "I have been watching you since you were born. Where possible, I have helped you when necessary, I have left you to your own devices."
Warin's eyes narrowed dangerously.
I have been retained by
your father to --" At Warin's shocked glance, Kalb interrupted
himself. "Yes, I am aware that you never knew your father.
Or your mother, for that matter. Your father paid a woman some
twenty thousand deutschmarks to donate one of her eggs. She was
chosen on the basis of her genetic makeup. The egg was
inseminated with your father's sperm, then implanted in another woman,
chosen just as carefully. When you were born, you were placed in
an orphanage and your mother disappeared back into her normal life.
From there, you know most of your story. Shifted from foster
home to foster home, orphanage to orphanage, constantly getting
yourself into greater and greater trouble. Until it was decided
that, for your own good and the good of your father's long term plans,
you should be confined in one place until the experiment had reached
its final stage."
listened to everything he was told with a growing rage. His mind
traveled back to his childhood... the abusive foster parents, the
uncaring orphanage workers, the constant bullying. Never once
had he even wondered about his parents. They didn't matter, just
as no one else mattered, either. But now that he'd found he was
part of an experiment... that explained his abilities. He was
stronger, faster, and smarter than any of the guards he came in
contact with, and they knew it. It all made sense: he'd
been shaped into the perfect predator.
"Your genetic code was tampered with while
you were still in the womb by your father, and then during your
imprisonment you were given special drug treatments. This forced
your development along desired lines. Effectively, you are the
next step in human evolution."
"This person who say is my father did this to me?" It wasn't
really a question.
Your father is a brilliant man, you see. He is an expert in
several scientific fields... genetics, for one. Your body is
more resistant to injury than a normal human being, you are stronger
and react more quickly. Your brain can store and process
information faster... everything about you is a step above the average
man. This is your father's gift to you."
Warin thought about it for a moment.
"Some gift. I'm still in prison."
"Not past today, Herr Ebensbach.
Your father has garnered your release."
Warin was bemused by that. "So my
father has enough pull to get a life sentence commuted? Who is
That question came out more like a demand than a question,
but Kalb was unfazed. He opened the folder and handed Warin a piece of paper. It was old and smelled of wine, wood smoke and leather.
Warin opened it and read:
"You are reading this because you have found my lawyer. I regret that such devices are necessary but this man is loyal to me and will be loyal to you as well. By now, you have learned of your gifts. You have learned of my role in your creation. You were given every physical and mental edge I could genetically and socially engineer into a person. You are my son my legacy to this world that has misunderstood everything I have ever tried to give it. Now, I give it to you if you can take it."
It was signed "Your father, Reginald Winssinger".
"Reginald Winssinger... never heard of him." Warin tossed the
letter and the envelope onto the table. "Was I supposed to
took Kalb by surprise. "You mean to say you've never heard of
That revelation lit
up within Warin's brain like a firework exploding. Several
things he still wondered about became clear. After a moment, he
spoke again. "So... what happens now?"
"Now, we leave, Herr Ebensbach." The
lawyer stood and gestured toward the door. Smirking again, Warin
nodded, then followed the man out. It took nearly half an hour
to process him out of the prison, but he was shortly breathing the
free air again. He followed Kalb to the lawyer's automobile, and
climbed into the passenger seat beside him.
"Here." Kalb handed Warin a plain
white envelope stuffed with money. "Its
a million Deutschmarks and a map to a location that you might find helpful."
Kalb started the car. "I have been directed to drive you to an
airpor-- " The fat man was silenced by Warin's elbow smashing into the
bridge of his nose. The bones of the lawyer's skull shattered
inward, sheering through the man's brain, killing him instantly.
Of course, Warin hadn't been listening. He quickly counted the
money, confirming it was a million Deutschmarks, then came to a
Screw his father...
he'd find his own way. But the money would help him get started.