Lethal Fixation

CHAPTER 1

Song for the chapter: 

Until The Ribbon Breaks - One Way Or Another

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It started one year ago.

Craig Tucker's fixation on him.

He had been on his way home after stopping by a convenience store to pick up a pack of cigarettes sometime during the late hours. He hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings when he lit up a smoke, so didn't notice as a masked man slipped behind him. But he did notice the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of his head and the hiss of the man's voice as he ordered him to hand over all of his valuables.

Craig however, wasn't in the best of moods that particular day. So he instead made the mistake of giving the guy a snarky remark back and in turn was met, not with a shot, but a hit to the back of the head, causing him to fall down. The man gets in a good two kicks to his stomach before he tells him he's going to shoot him. But no shots are ever fired. A dark hooded figure swiftly emerged from the shadows then and knocked him out instead.

Craig was able to get a proper look at the figure once he sat up more. There was a long dark purple hood and cape that covered the head and back of them, along with a black mask that covered the upper half of the already obscured face. But Craig could clearly tell they were a male wearing all purple, and had a giant green 'M' brazen across their chest.

"Who are you?" Craig had asked as the figure stood up, finishing with tying the man's hands behind his back.

"Mysterion." was the single deep worded response.

Craig didn't say anything more as he watched Mysterion give a small nod, before he returned into the darkness from which he came. The interaction was short.

But the impression it left on Craig was anything but that.

After that night ended, Craig gave up his two-year smoking streak, not wanting to deal with nearly dying over a pack of stupid cigarettes again. The cravings irritated him till no end, but he quickly found something else to fill them. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he started looking into who Mysterion was. At first there wasn't much on him, but after doing some deep delving and finding some images, he started to uncover much more about the rogue vigilante.

He wasn't sure why he found himself with such a growing interest for the mysterious masked male. Maybe it was because he saved his life, or maybe it was something else. But the more he thought about, searched and studied him. The more he found himself with the desire to see him again.

And so he did.

By chance one evening, a store he had passed nearby got robbed. And with the information he had gathered before about Mysterion, he ended up following the lone criminal from a distance. Sirens had stirred somewhere not too far off and Craig had started to think that he may not show.

But he did.

Just like the last time, he came out of nowhere. The lone criminal, a man, shouted obscenities at him and Mysterion replied back in that deep voice of his. When Craig heard it again however, this time in more than one word, something inside made him shiver. There was a small camera he had on hand, so he took it out and hit record. He captured Mysterion apprehend the man and say a few more words to him, before once again disappearing into the night.

When Craig had gotten home after that, he rewatched the video many times on his laptop, before shifting through the large magnitude of pictures he also took. Most of which were too dark, due to no flash being used, but there were some fair looking ones out of the bunch. Some that showed Mysterion's profile, others of his arms and legs in that— oh so tight, costume he wore. When he found a decent shot of Mysterion's torso, he enhanced it and ran a finger down its outline on the screen. His whole body was so refined, and he couldn't help but wonder what the muscles the fabric hid underneath it would look like in the flesh.