Post by "Scarecrow" Jason Myst on Nov 8, 2008 22:33:56 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the back of the destroyed boiler room. Where I sit, I look around remembering all the pain and sarrow that The Dark Lord and I put everyone through. I grin evilly and just laugh a little maniacally, then I walk over to a near by broken mirror and stare at myself. I look deeply at myself seeing a whole another part of me, that is making me think twice about stepping back into that ring. But then I just shrug it off, then out of the corner of my eye I see my other half walk out of the darkness. His eyes burning a crimson fire red, my eyes connect with his and then we become one. I sit there in my own little world, not realizing what I have become as of lately.
The pain and the sarrow gets to me, I just stare at myself even more in the mirror. As my inner demon appears in the mirror looking back at me with those eyes. He shows off his fanged teeth, and reaches into his pocket pulling out the custom razored glove. I just stand their and look down at my hand, the glove still attached and I look back up. The glove he has in his hands is the rusted hunk of metal that once belonged to The Dark Lord Dreamkiller, my master. My Savior, The Dark Lord he was my mentor and he taught me, everything pretty much that he knew about killing.
Do I regret this of course not! I just can't wait to step back in the ring with that nut. So that I can show him and everyone that I am no push over. He created me and I intend to destroy him, thats how its going to be. My thoughts pondering in my head, as I can still hear his whispers in the back of mind then suddenly I snap out of it. My eyes flicker back to life, I ball my fist up and rear it back sending my hand through the mirror. Destroying the mirror, my eyes go from the cold dead blue that they have always been and turn that crimson blood red. My rage begins to fill in me, I scream out in pain and anger ready to slaughter anyone that disturbs me. It doesn't matter who it is or what it is as long as I can take away my urge.
I snatch my coat off a locker and throw it on, I turn my head to the side to reveal my hockey mask. My hockey mask is very battered and beaten from the beatings that the "Satanic Mantra" dished out in the past. My mask is also stained with human blood, I wear my mask as a reminder that I don't end up killing no one out of the ordinary, besides the average riff raff that hunts the streets near the REW. They might be the supposably hunters, but I am the hunter who hunts the hunted. I will stop at nothing until my thirst for killing, goes away or dismisses from me.
I know that won't happen anytime soon, so I hunt the streets at night just to satisfy my hunger, tonight looks like it could be a good night. To unleash my hatred and everything else I have stored up inside of me. I must go out their and do it, that is the bottom line. So now I leave the REW building without, Apocalypse standing in my way. I walk down the alley ways that are behind the REW, and keep walking headed right into a massive crowd of people. Most recognizing me for who I am, others who just cower in fear as I pass by them. Then I come to my destination a building that has the sound almost like druid chanting coming from a building.
I go through the doors and head straight past all these hooded druids holding torches. Chanting to their gods and godesses, I come to a stop as I hear one of them call me out. My head jolts up and an older man with a black hood on with bloodred upside down crosses on his hood starts speaking to me. I stand to my feet and walk over to him as the other druids continue their chanting. The hooded druid points down, I get on my knees and just look straight down at the ground. As he goes around he removes my mask, and I lift my head up looking him in the eyes. He then is handed a dagger, almost the same kind that Tahti Kuu uses. He takes the dagger in his hands and raises it up and stabs me right in my shoulder with it.
No sign of pain crosses my face, as I just look at him steadily, then he takes another dagger from his right this time and stabs it right into my right shoulder. My eyes slightly flinch, then finally he walks behind his little altar and pulls out a long crafted broadsword and speaks these words.[/b][/size]
Druid Leader: You don't belong in this world, no more. You have brought nothing, but pain and suffering to everyone out their. What do you have to say for yourself my son? go ahead speak up.[/b][/size]
"Father if you honestly think that little sword in your hands will take me out of this world. Then by all means go ahead and do it run me through, you can preach all you want to but know that I know you serve no GOD. Isn't that right Father you serve only one person, who sent you to take care of me so that I wouldn't be a burden to him. Go ahead lop my head off and bury the bones or burn my bones it really don't matter Father. Because in the end I will have my revenge you can count ont that."[/b][/size]
" Then by the power vested in me you shall die by my hand. Would you like a prayer my son? Before you meet thy unholy end. I will take that as a no! So in the name of The Dark Lord I plunge this sacrificial sword deep into this burden of The Dark Lord. Amen...In the Dark Lord's name"[/b][/size]
As the Father takes his sword in his hands, he runs me through with that sword. He runs it so far that it would kill an average mortal. He runs it right through my heart, I fall to the ground losing a lot of blood, as the Father turns around he starts giving commands to his lackies. To dispose of my body, I just lay their motionless until my body begins to jerk. My eyes change from my bloodred eyes to the burning crimson eyes. The druids around me begin freaking out as I raise to my feet behind the head Druid. I look on at him not even raising my head, just my breathing and my body starts acting on it own. The bond between my body and what was keeping me cool is broken. Now all hell is about to be unleashed, the Father turns around and takes his sword and rips it out of my chest.
Within a minute he turns around and hits me in the ribs with blade, blood spews from my wound and just heals up. The druid begins to freak out as everything he throws at me, gets knocked right back in his face. My arm brakes the paralyzing state as I reach over and snatch the dagger out of my arm. My rage is burning hot, as I start screaming out in pain and rage, I reach around with my arm that is free and snatch out the other dagger blood spews out of my wound. The sacrificial daggers they had in me, are the types to hold demons in, an evil grin pops up on my face as the Druid can't say a word. I take a step towards him and his army of lackies attacks me to protect their leader.
One after another they start to fall to their deaths, as I go through them like shredded pieces of papers. Blood is everywhere, I am covered in a bloody mess when I am through with them all. The Father begins to beg for his life and starts praying, but this time not to The Dark Lord but to GOD himself. My demonic energy arises and my fangs grow longer and horns start to slightly pitrude out my back, every step I take I grow even more pissed off then finally I speak.[/b][/size]
"Your Lord and Savior the Dark Lord, won't come and save you. Hell GOD won't save you, you chose the wrong path in the end Padre. Now its time for you to die, and rid you of all this evil that you possessed with The Dark Lord. You made a mistake trusting DK. Now you must suffer your own fate, by my hands the once Dark Prince that stood beside him in those battles. Good Bye!"[/b][/size]
As I say my last words I take both daggers in my hands and stab one of them into the Druids heart and the other in his head. Their is no more screaming or pain in the air as when he dies their is nothing but silence. Its very peaceful surprisingly, I snatch the daggers out of him and stick them in my pockets. I start to walk out of the church, but before I go anywhere I pull out my cell and dial a few numbers and start talking to someone..Then the scene slowly starts to cut out and my horns can be seen sticking out of my back.
FTB...
TBC BY??[/b][/size]
Who is Freakula talking to on the phone? Will the cops be called sooner or later? Will Freakula end back up in Pine Hills Institution? All This to come when this is to be continued...[/b][/size]
The pain and the sarrow gets to me, I just stare at myself even more in the mirror. As my inner demon appears in the mirror looking back at me with those eyes. He shows off his fanged teeth, and reaches into his pocket pulling out the custom razored glove. I just stand their and look down at my hand, the glove still attached and I look back up. The glove he has in his hands is the rusted hunk of metal that once belonged to The Dark Lord Dreamkiller, my master. My Savior, The Dark Lord he was my mentor and he taught me, everything pretty much that he knew about killing.
Do I regret this of course not! I just can't wait to step back in the ring with that nut. So that I can show him and everyone that I am no push over. He created me and I intend to destroy him, thats how its going to be. My thoughts pondering in my head, as I can still hear his whispers in the back of mind then suddenly I snap out of it. My eyes flicker back to life, I ball my fist up and rear it back sending my hand through the mirror. Destroying the mirror, my eyes go from the cold dead blue that they have always been and turn that crimson blood red. My rage begins to fill in me, I scream out in pain and anger ready to slaughter anyone that disturbs me. It doesn't matter who it is or what it is as long as I can take away my urge.
I snatch my coat off a locker and throw it on, I turn my head to the side to reveal my hockey mask. My hockey mask is very battered and beaten from the beatings that the "Satanic Mantra" dished out in the past. My mask is also stained with human blood, I wear my mask as a reminder that I don't end up killing no one out of the ordinary, besides the average riff raff that hunts the streets near the REW. They might be the supposably hunters, but I am the hunter who hunts the hunted. I will stop at nothing until my thirst for killing, goes away or dismisses from me.
I know that won't happen anytime soon, so I hunt the streets at night just to satisfy my hunger, tonight looks like it could be a good night. To unleash my hatred and everything else I have stored up inside of me. I must go out their and do it, that is the bottom line. So now I leave the REW building without, Apocalypse standing in my way. I walk down the alley ways that are behind the REW, and keep walking headed right into a massive crowd of people. Most recognizing me for who I am, others who just cower in fear as I pass by them. Then I come to my destination a building that has the sound almost like druid chanting coming from a building.
I go through the doors and head straight past all these hooded druids holding torches. Chanting to their gods and godesses, I come to a stop as I hear one of them call me out. My head jolts up and an older man with a black hood on with bloodred upside down crosses on his hood starts speaking to me. I stand to my feet and walk over to him as the other druids continue their chanting. The hooded druid points down, I get on my knees and just look straight down at the ground. As he goes around he removes my mask, and I lift my head up looking him in the eyes. He then is handed a dagger, almost the same kind that Tahti Kuu uses. He takes the dagger in his hands and raises it up and stabs me right in my shoulder with it.
No sign of pain crosses my face, as I just look at him steadily, then he takes another dagger from his right this time and stabs it right into my right shoulder. My eyes slightly flinch, then finally he walks behind his little altar and pulls out a long crafted broadsword and speaks these words.[/b][/size]
Druid Leader: You don't belong in this world, no more. You have brought nothing, but pain and suffering to everyone out their. What do you have to say for yourself my son? go ahead speak up.[/b][/size]
"Father if you honestly think that little sword in your hands will take me out of this world. Then by all means go ahead and do it run me through, you can preach all you want to but know that I know you serve no GOD. Isn't that right Father you serve only one person, who sent you to take care of me so that I wouldn't be a burden to him. Go ahead lop my head off and bury the bones or burn my bones it really don't matter Father. Because in the end I will have my revenge you can count ont that."[/b][/size]
" Then by the power vested in me you shall die by my hand. Would you like a prayer my son? Before you meet thy unholy end. I will take that as a no! So in the name of The Dark Lord I plunge this sacrificial sword deep into this burden of The Dark Lord. Amen...In the Dark Lord's name"[/b][/size]
As the Father takes his sword in his hands, he runs me through with that sword. He runs it so far that it would kill an average mortal. He runs it right through my heart, I fall to the ground losing a lot of blood, as the Father turns around he starts giving commands to his lackies. To dispose of my body, I just lay their motionless until my body begins to jerk. My eyes change from my bloodred eyes to the burning crimson eyes. The druids around me begin freaking out as I raise to my feet behind the head Druid. I look on at him not even raising my head, just my breathing and my body starts acting on it own. The bond between my body and what was keeping me cool is broken. Now all hell is about to be unleashed, the Father turns around and takes his sword and rips it out of my chest.
Within a minute he turns around and hits me in the ribs with blade, blood spews from my wound and just heals up. The druid begins to freak out as everything he throws at me, gets knocked right back in his face. My arm brakes the paralyzing state as I reach over and snatch the dagger out of my arm. My rage is burning hot, as I start screaming out in pain and rage, I reach around with my arm that is free and snatch out the other dagger blood spews out of my wound. The sacrificial daggers they had in me, are the types to hold demons in, an evil grin pops up on my face as the Druid can't say a word. I take a step towards him and his army of lackies attacks me to protect their leader.
One after another they start to fall to their deaths, as I go through them like shredded pieces of papers. Blood is everywhere, I am covered in a bloody mess when I am through with them all. The Father begins to beg for his life and starts praying, but this time not to The Dark Lord but to GOD himself. My demonic energy arises and my fangs grow longer and horns start to slightly pitrude out my back, every step I take I grow even more pissed off then finally I speak.[/b][/size]
"Your Lord and Savior the Dark Lord, won't come and save you. Hell GOD won't save you, you chose the wrong path in the end Padre. Now its time for you to die, and rid you of all this evil that you possessed with The Dark Lord. You made a mistake trusting DK. Now you must suffer your own fate, by my hands the once Dark Prince that stood beside him in those battles. Good Bye!"[/b][/size]
As I say my last words I take both daggers in my hands and stab one of them into the Druids heart and the other in his head. Their is no more screaming or pain in the air as when he dies their is nothing but silence. Its very peaceful surprisingly, I snatch the daggers out of him and stick them in my pockets. I start to walk out of the church, but before I go anywhere I pull out my cell and dial a few numbers and start talking to someone..Then the scene slowly starts to cut out and my horns can be seen sticking out of my back.
FTB...
TBC BY??[/b][/size]
Who is Freakula talking to on the phone? Will the cops be called sooner or later? Will Freakula end back up in Pine Hills Institution? All This to come when this is to be continued...[/b][/size]
