the monster in time

The boom 
boom
boom
grew louder felt closer 
so fast before they'd noticed 
or placed it, they saw 
- from various angles 
all around the room -
a shadow of frozen
light walked forth
in unhurried pace
at alarming rate
towards them, from

the blank institutional
yellow-painted concrete
wall - from
seemingly
a thousand,
ninehundred,
sixhundred,
threehundred 

yards it closed
within wall distance
- they stood transfixed 
as a horrible human voice
with a reverb effect from the
1960s boomed out "It would be
a mistake to use those
weapons!"
and 

walking right through the wall, 
without stopping it stood. It/he 
(exaggerated male voice) looked 
like a bad special effect scratched 
directly into the film by a needle,
only turned up to soft blinding. "Who 

the
what
are you?"

gasped the hard, pretty
evil boss, speaking without
a sneer for the first time in years. 

"I am a bad special effect."

"I am the light by darkness blest!"

"I am the bad that does its best 
by doing it wrong in every mess." 

"I am Just Awfulperson!" it boomed. 
"You look upon that which should not be!"
Its voice altered color each utterance.
Panic attack - synesthesia comes free.

"I am dread and wonder together in one!"
"And that means awe!" "And I'm full of it!"
"It would be a mistake
to hurt innocents!"

- here it jerked its head at two,
bound and gagged - "And
I'm giving these fools the
benefit!" 

They seemed gleeful, yet
not quite calm at this. 
The innocents, I mean
- that's if they were.

The ten armed thugs
stood stock, shocked
still. Well, 

they would,
wouldn't you?
This thing had 
skill.  

It continued to be.

It continued to boom
in its deep, shrill voice
without evidence. It
wasn't showing up
on the cameras at
all. It was used 
to that, by now. 
Made sense. 

"I'm Just Awfulperson!"
"And I am Just!"
"For I treat the bad
worse than they deserve!" 

"That's not just!" yelped
the boss. "You're a hypocrite!" 

"It's Just Awful, then." It grinned
absurd - just awful to see. "Shall

I keep my word?"  

Everyone looked confused at that. 

"My whole presence here is a lie!"
It twisted the knife. "It would be a

mistake in fact 
to know I exist,
or believe
I don't!"

"What if

I use 

reverse-psychology?"

"What if
I really 
want
you to use
your weapons?" 

The floor made a noise of dropped guns. 
The goons seemed confused. Did they
want to do that?

The innocents 
seemed less innocent, then
as the thing in the room turned grey 
and black  

Investigators later were mystified. 
An assortment of guns, two chairs 
untied, and thirteen shadows of
frozen light looked back
from a yellow

institutional wall
of fact, 

surprised