Those who looked at him wouldn’t think so, but Rick wasn’t a violent guy. He’d only fight in self-defense, and even though he killed a lot of other-worldly creatures, he would never hurt another human being.
But his target in this moonlit night wasn’t a human being. Not as far as Rick was concerned.
Henry West, MD. He, too, was someone where you couldn’t trust your first impression of him. You’d look at him and think he’s just an old man. Maybe a bit eccentric, maybe not the nicest guy, but there’s a lot of eccentric, cranky old men, right?
Not as old as Henry West. Mad science and dark magic had kept him alive for way over 200 years. That alone would turn him into a monster, but the stuff he did to Rick and his girlfriend Jennifer made it clear.
Determined, Rick walked towards the outskirts of Arkham. He had heard rumors that a “Dr. West” was residing in a house on the cemetery. Fitting location, thought Rick.
He approached the house. And knocked. In his own way.
As the door burst into several fragments, the hulking masked figure stepped into the house, filled with rage. Rage you could hear in his voice.