In the year of 1989, right when the snow started to fall around the area of Birmingham. The sound of a newborn baby's cries could be heard, Benedict Lemmington. Born into a well-off family with credibility in the legal world, his grandfather was a Prosecutor while his grandmother was a Lawyer. Benedict has Indonesian blood flowing within his veins thanks to his Mother, his mother's own profession was a diplomat while his Father owned a prominent law firm in England.
Little Benedict grew up with various readings about murder, detectives, and law. Understandably, the bedtime stories his father told him when he was about to sleep were all about the country’s laws and sometimes mystery novels including Not A Penny More, Not A Penny Less by Jeffrey Archer. When he was five years old, Benedict was handed over by his father to his grandparents because he was going for a business trip to a remote village, precisely in the village of Snowshill, Located on the slopes above Broadway Village, Buckland, and Laverton. Benedict’s father went to the small village at the request of a family, they filed a lawsuit for agricultural land acquired by another party. As for his mother, as a career-centric woman in general, she preferred to continue her career as a Diplomat.
On a tranquil night where Benedict was living with his grandparents, he played various games. Never did he miss any. His grandfather who was totally obsessed with justice presented a game to Benedict, there was nothing special about the game, the grandson was merely asked to guess who the perpetrator and victim were with some clues or evidence in his grandfather’s hand. Out of the ten figures shown by his grandfather, Benedict was able to correctly answer 2, he’s far from the word perfect.
"Ben, did you not include the clues I gave you and only see these people by their looks?”
Benedict bowed his head, his grandfather was right in saying that he judged people by the faces shown. But his grandfather also remembered that Ben was still too young, because at first, he only showed this game to make the night fun without the need to corner his grandson for his inability.
The grandfather’s hand reached up before he stroked Benedict’s head, “It’s okay, Ben, whyare you sad?” said the latter while smiling at the little boy.
Benedict was about to answer the question uttered by his grandfather after he tilted his head up, but a phone rang and intruded on the two. It was a call from his grandfather’s house servant, “Mr. Peter would like to meet you, sir.”
In haste, his grandfather took a step and left Benedict alone just like that with his thang. The grandson who saw his grandfather’s back disappearing into the dim room. Benedict ignored the latter before he turned his body to examine the faces of the perpetrator that were shown by his grandfather earlier, again.
"Tsk, your grandpa, how could Benedict be given a game like this," grumbled the grandmother who suddenly appeared amidst little Benedict's seriousness.
Benedict then turned his head, locking his eyes on the figure. Still clad in all black uniform, the figure stroked Benedict’s head all the while smiling. For some reason, he frowned upon the smile that looked ever so calming and warm like his grandmother’s, before the latter really came up from the dark–still with the same smile
“You wait here, Ben. Grandma will get your favourite biscuits.”
Benedict sat on a white sofa for a solid thirty minutes, while the gentle sound of his grandmother’s approaching steps reached both of his ears. The delectable aroma wafted through every corner of the room. Little Benedict’s eyes sparkled as he clapped his hands in childlike delight, eliciting a warm smile from his grandmother.
The night was serene and intoxicating, especially for Benedict, as he was enveloped in the warm embrace of his grandmother. He rested his head on his grandmother’s lap, closing his eyes as if he was ready to soar into the sky for the soothing sensations. The grandmother, closely observing the little one drifting into sleep, gently caressed his head while humming a lullaby for him.
“DOR! DOR!! DOR!!!”
The resounding sound of three gunshots jolted the two, as if their lives were hanging by a thread. Both of them seemed struck by lightning in the middle of the day. Benedict, who was initially drifting away into the dreamland, slowly blinked his eyes open, baffled at the sight of his grandmother standing in front of him. At that very moment, he couldn’t even describe the appearance and aura of the person he dearly loved. Fear, anxiety, confusion – as if all of the positive energy were emitted from his grandmother’s body.
“Granny?” Benedict uttered softly.
The person he called remained silent and motionless, ignoring his call. Her gaze was entirely fixed on the entrance of the room where both were situated. Immediately, he directed his gaze in the same direction as his Granny, and to his utter shock, he found the body of his grandfather covered in blood with a knife still embedded in his chest. He tilted his eyes upward, only to find out that his head was completely soaked in blood. It was truly a horrifying sight for a five-year-old to witness.
The grandmother, who seemed to finally realise the presence of her grandson, rushed herself to close his eyes with her hands, “No, you mustn’t see all of this.”
It didn’t take long, as if time had no mercy on the Lemmington family, because right before Benedict’s eyes, his Granny was murdered–with three bullets inside her head. Her blood splattered onto the little one’s body while he stood still. He couldn’t scream or run. His body froze in place.
A five-year-old witnessing the brutal killing of his grandparents.
“This is the consequence of bothering Rudolf Albern.”
Benedict had no clue why his grandparents had to be killed or whatever the man with his face covered was saying earlier.
An hour later, a kick struck young Benedict’s stomach, sending him flying until his back hitted a cabinet. His body limped with blood spilling out of his mouth. His eyes refused to look into the one who prompted such violent kicks into his lithe body. He whimpered and cried desperately, yet no one came close to help him; all of the servants had either fled away or had been eliminated by the bad guys. Little Benedict was truly alone now. Tears streamed down his cheeks for the ominous ending after a beautiful and blissful night.
“Hey, leave that boy alone.”
A voice so commanding, sent shivers down to the spine. Benedict couldn’t even open his eyes anymore now, but he could feel a cold metal placed against his forehead–it was cold at first, and hot then. He surmised that it was the same weapon used to end the lives of his grandparents earlier.
“Aksa, if we didn’t get rid of this boy then-”
“He’s just a kid, and he’ll be deeply traumatised. I’ll just make sure he won’t remember this. Good news, he probably won’t even wish to remember it.”
“Suit yourself.”
The man who is closer to little Benedict finally retreated the gun from his body. However, Benedict’s small body was relentlessly getting attacked–from stomach-kicking, back-slamming, or even head-slamming by the same man until the kid lost his consciousness.
“STOP IT!”
“Hahaha! All right, all right. This boy is your business if he gets disruptive in the future.”
Dimly, Benedict lay sprawled, body drenched in blood with a lot of bruises and cuts. Her curled up his body with the less awareness he possessed at the moment, appearing to teeter on the brink of his own death. He initiated a feeble crawl towards the lifeless grandmother, reached out and clutched the hand of the lifeless figure. He persisted in holding her hand tightly even as his consciousness waned completely, before the diminishing footsteps of the retreating black-clad group of bad guys.
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After the vile night, Benedict stayed at the hospital for a whole week, feeling a profound emptiness that extended beyond the room to grasp his fraying bones and heart. The deep, heart-wrenching trauma he experienced was truly palpable–how come, a five-year-old has to witness the brutal massacre of both of his beloved grandparents right after his eyes?
Benedict was very reluctant to speak, for he didn’t know how the beginning of his new life would unfold. For several times, his attention was completely locked by the news related to the Lemmington family, including the headlines that were written like “The Murder of the Lemmington Family'' or “Pillar of the Lemmington Family Found Dead.” What particularly sent shivers down his spine was the one that said “A Prosecutor’s Body was Found Mangled.”
Everytime this news flashed on the TV screen, Benedict would scream aloud, as if he was in pain from the sound, for he genuinely understood the extent of the violence to his father’s being–as for his grandmother, whose sincerity wanting to protect her little one, ended up being shot in the head. It was as if the biscuits she made were the very last treat she could offer and give to her grandson. Their smiles would be something young Benedict could never forget.
Due to the profoundly traumatic experience, Benedict was unwilling to speak, read, listen, or even write for almost five years straight. Thus later, he was diagnosed with dyslexia by the doctors that were handling him during the time. For the whole five years, he dwells within the state of devastation and despair, with his parents being too busy to accompany him. His fathers was still too preoccupied with the law firm he was still developing–a result of the case that had ensnared him five years prior that drifted his mind into chaos for not being able to protect his family, yet still he managed to send people to hunt the people who matched Benedict’s description. Meanwhile his mother was still busy with the government. He couldn’t blame his parents for what they pursue. Yet he merely lamented the stance taken by the parents he had, as though they did not side with the one who really needed their attention.
Only half of the ten years of life that Benedict had lived were beautiful, the rest felt excruciatingly empty for him, because he too, lost the love and affection from his parents even after undergoing such experience.
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It was in 2003 when Benedict succeeded in escaping himself from the shackles he was restrained in. Altogether with his five other friends, he planned an operation to rob a house that has the highest security system in the area–an elite housing neighbourhood inhabited by prime ministers. There is a story of how the 14-year old Benedict targeted a house and every one of the people inside the building. A story that stole his childhood back then.
"Ben, I'm jealous of the brain that you have.”
Benedict, who grew up without any affection since the age of six, formed him into a figure covered in a cold, cruel nature–not even having any empathy or sympathy about any other people.
On Christmas Eve to be specific, when the snow was falling heavily all around the town, Benedict and the five others surveyed a house with various luxury cars parked neatly, it was the house that had been targeted by Benedict and his five friends for the past few months.
Thud!
Every one of the lights around them was shutted off in an instant. Panic crawled immediately into the residents’ bodies while they were having fun, and a lot of security personnels crowded the people who rushed out from the house scanning to the right, left, and above them.
“Got you”
Benedict grinned when he spotted Benjamin Parker, a prime minister who held abundant power over a major party in England at the time, and took aim right at his head with a bullet from the AWM rifle that he mastered, killing Benjamin on the spot. Screams echoed aloud after people witnessed Benjamin’s lifeless body lying before their eyes. A moment still until the screams sounded ever silent, as if it had all vanished into the thin air of the freezing night. Benedict, who was across his own crime scene, observed all of the movements with his scope. The movements performed by several children aged 12 to 16 were truly beautiful, and it was all under the command of Benedict.
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Every turmoil that occurred in the past moulded Benedict into a figure filled with an astounding passion for justice; however, the justice he envisioned took a different narrative. In the present moment, in addition to being both a Psychologist and Criminologist, he was named as the sole heir to a law firm. He delves into legal matters that, according to him, were far from the idiom that existed in his mind. Not only that, he now owned a business in maritime transportation services and a hotel located in Birmingham. Furthermore, he has also established a music store that has rapidly grown in the European and Asian regions, making it a big distributor of musical instruments and pro audio brands.
However, who would have thought that everything he possessed serves only as a facade for every sin that he’ll commit, whether today or even in the near future.
This is Benedict Lemmington, someone who is both a saviour for some, yet also known as a demonic and ruthless figure for the elites, who named him as the “Shadow of Light.”
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In keeping silent about evil, in burying it so deep within us that no sign of it appears on the surface, we are implanting it, and it will rise up a thousand fold in the future. When we neither punish nor reproach evildoers, we are not simply protecting their trivial old age, we are thereby ripping the foundations of justice from beneath new generations.
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