King

"You'll regret this!" Gary Phillips, the police chief of Brookhaven, Oregon, spits through clenched teeth.

I tilt my head, studying him through the eyeholes of my 'Call of Duty' mask. He dangles from the wall, stripped down to nothing but his underwear. Pale, flabby, weak—his chest heaves, streaked with blood from the cuts I've carved into his chest.

"You know," I drawl, my voice cold and mocking, "for a police chief, you'd think you'd hit the gym once in a ...