Post by The Morning Star on Oct 17, 2015 17:49:36 GMT -6
The Children's compound, hidden from the world at large stood on edge as the days passed. The men and women who wore the robes and hoods, the Demons as Michael called them, milled about doing their daily tasks. Seeing to specific people in the Cabins, dishing out specific punishments as mandated by their Dark Messiah.
There was a small group however who were not busied with what some may call busy work. This small group was known as the Fallen Angels of the Children of Nephilim. Maiko Adachi, Ananiel and Ramiel, Sariel and Danika Bayne. They stood as a unit at the very start of the area of the compound known as The Cabins.
The Cabins was a field size section of the very center of the compound which had dozens of small cabins. From the Cabins came the smell of blood, the whimpers of agony and screams of pain as the punishment was being done, but tonight it was quiet. All but one of them.
The Cabin which stood in the very center of this area emitted sounds like no one had ever heard before. Screams that could pierce the very soul and cause the hairs on the back of ones neck to stand on end. Shrieks of agony that caused the flesh to crawl and the liquids in the stomach to churn.
None of the Demons came near this cabin now, terrified to be near these sounds. The Fallen Angels however had eyes for only this specific cabin. They all stared at it intently. It was Ramiel and his brother who broke the silence.
Ramiel: “How long has.....”
Ananiel: “.....he been at it?”
Sariel who stood near the other Asian woman known as Mother Maiko looked down and shook her head. She had no way to know for sure. Maiko however pulled a small pocket watch from her jeans and clicked it open.
Maiko: “Nine hours.”
Sariel: “Don't you think one of us should check on him?”
The blond woman with the blood red tips shook her head very softly. She wore a pair of black jeans and a half top that showed off her flat stomach.
Danika: “None of you realize how long he has been waiting for this.”
Maiko: “Nine hours is overkill Harbinger. He will not survive the turning.”
Danika lowered her head and chuckled softly and then turned her eyes to the taller Asian woman without ever lifting her head giving her a strangely creepy vibe as she whispered.
Danika: “Do you really think this punishment will end in turning Mother Maiko? Can you truly be so foolish? Do you not know who this man is?”
Maiko: “Of course I know who he is!”
Maiko snapped and turned to face Danika with her arms folded over her chest and a dangerous glint in her eyes.
Maiko: “Do you know how tired I am becoming of being spoken down to Harbinger?”
Danika didn't so much as turn to face the woman. Her lips curled into a smirk beneath the wealth of blond hair covering her face from her face being down turned.
Danika: “I can imagine as tired as we got of your constant whining and failure.”
Maiko's eyes flashed and she shifted her weight for that fated step forward but before she could take that step a door slammed open and slammed into the wall with such force the door sounded like a gunshot.
The Fallen Angels all turned their eyes to the Cabins and found their God walking from the opened door and began forward to meet him. Michael wore a pair of Cargo pants, as per usual and a black silk shirt unbutton at the chest but none of this was what caught the attention of the Fallen Angels.
Michael was covered from head to toe in blood. It dripped wetly from his hair and ran down his face and bare chest in streaks and the look in his eyes. Empty, void and filled with only hate.
Danika: “M'Lord?”
Michael: “Yes Harbinger?”
The tone of his voice took his Angels back further then even his dead eyes. His tone was dangerous. A low whispered, not quite a hiss but close.
Danika: “You seem......”
Sariel: “....are you well O'Lord?”
Michael: “I am forever......”
Without so much as a warning Michael pealed the bloody shirt from his shoulders and dropped it into the grass then reached down and unbuckled his belt without pausing in his march. The Angels all parted allowing him to pass. Whoever held the hand held camera he was known for turned so the camera was facing his back as he walked away.
Without so much as a care that this was airing live Michael kicked off the boots and stripped himself off the pants. When he continued on toward the house that had been built for him he was stark naked, however because of the position of the camera only his bare ass was shown.
Michael: “Burn those.”
He commanded and then disappeared into the house.
Danika motioned with her head and the Twins gathered up the bloodied clothing and turned to find something to burn them in and then she walked toward the cabin with Sariel and Maiko falling in behind her.
When she reached the open door she found what appeared to be a steel grate fashioned like the Children's inverted cross with a man fashioned to it with steel chains. The man was in his late forties with gray streaking his brown hair. He was stripped of all clothes but a pair of boxers. He was Caucasian but that was all that could be seen because of the swelling in his face and chest and the blood that covered his body.
He was whimpering gently and breathing in gentle wheezes. He seemed to have no fingernails or toenails. His fingers were all bent in strange directions and his ankles and knees held deep purple bruises as if they were all broken.
Sariel and Maiko gasped collectively at the sheer amount of damage done to this man. This alone violated the very nature of the cabins. This was permanent damage. Danika however stared blankly, emotionless with hate burning in her eyes as she reached out, grasped the door and slammed it shut.
Sariel: “Harbinger we must stop this!”
Maiko: “This has gone to far!”
Danika twirled around them and pointed a finger at each of them her eyes narrowed.
Danika: “It could have been YOUR sister!”
She hissed at Maiko, whose little sister had been kidnapped and murdered.
Danika: “Or he could be an older teacher!”
And now Sariel flinched and both nodded mutely and Danika spun on her heels and marched toward the house with the camera hot on her heels.
He could see the events in his mind replacing slowly over and over again. Walking into the cabin and finding Clarence chained to the strange inverted cross. Clarences brown eyes staring at the door as it opened and his voice broke the silence. His voice cracked from thirst.
The mere mention of his name brought about the first blow. A hard right hand to the side of the head and then the dam broke. One punch became two and two became five, five became twenty. Over and over he slammed into the man's face, arm, stomach and chest.
Punched until he had no strength left in his arm and collapsed against the sobbing bound man breathing deeply. After a moment Michael grabbed the man's shoulders and pushed himself back to look at him. Blood ran down from half a dozen cuts on the man's face and from a severely busted lip.
Michael shoved himself upright again and grasped a hold of a long jagged knife and began to cut the clothes from the man until he was left with nothing but a pair of boxers. Clarence breathing hard from the beating whispered.
Michael roared and turned suddenly slamming a foot into the bound man's right leg. He screamed as his knee broke. Michael finished that turn and immediately threw his weight the other way and slammed a left cross into the man's side. He shrieked as a rib snapped.
Michael reaches up and grasped the crying man by the chin and lifts his face up to face the multicolor haired man. Clarence’s eyes were wide with terror as he stared into the face of the devil himself. The blade flashed and blood sprayed across Micheal’s face and chest and Clarence screamed. A vertical slash appeared across his chest,
Then he heard the door to the bedroom open and then slam shut and he leaned his head back into the stream of water and turned to the side staring at the opened bathroom door.
The first thing the actual camera caught was Michael coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and walking into the bedroom. Danika was seated with her back to the window looking out over the compound with one leg crossed over the other and her hands in her lap.
Danika: “They don't understand.”
Michael: “Do you?”
Danika: “Absolutely.”
There was no hesitation in her voice as she answered this.
Danika: “Amy Zing had some interesting things to say.”
Michael motioned to the laptop sitting on the dresser. The camera turned to face the laptop and heard the sound of clothing as Michael began to dress. The video from Amy Zing aired to it's completion before the camera turned back to Michael and Danika.
Danika was seated across Micheal’s lap with her hand idly playing through his hair as his eyes stared intently at the laptop screen even after it had faded to a blank screen. His eyes were hallow and empty. A little clearing of the throat was all it took and Danika climbed off his lap and Michael stood.
Now he wore a pair of white shorts and a white T-Shirt with a painted face across the front. Michael ran a hand through his hair and blew out a deep breath before standing and turning to the camera. When he spoke his voice was gentle, quiet.
Michael: “Frazer......Baron. I will be with you shortly. We need to clear up some misconceptions.”
Michael lifted a hand and pointed a single finger at the camera.
Michael: “Amy. Once upon a time your words would have rung inside me like wildfire. I would have been compelled to hunt you down. Your blasphemy, your lies, your slander. All of it would have warrented nothing more then your blood.....but I am above that now.
I am above you. I am above your hate. I am above your judgment. I am eternal. Do you think you are the first to judge me? Do you think you are the first to slander me? There are countless others around the world that have been doing that since I fell off the face of the world three years ago.
They never stop. Their constant bickering and bitching seemed to have been eternal....and their petty concerns, their petty insults on Social Media meant as much to me....as your judgment now does.”
Michael leaned forward then and pulled his lips back into a smile and whispered.
Michael: “It means nothing.”
Michael straightens up then and points at the laptop.
Michael: “Do you even understand how truly blind you have been? How little you know. I found that girl in that filthy basement when she was sixteen. Do you know how long she had been there? Do you know how long they had been using her for their own pleasures? Their friends pleasures? Ten years.
Ten fucking years Amy. You didn't save her from that. I did.
You stood by her side as I waged my own wars....but when the night fell and she was alone with her dreams of her abuse....was it you she clung to? No, it was me.
She was a woman who was used to being abused by men. Who thought that she was to freely offer herself if someone wanted. All my life....since the day I was sixteen until that fucking bitch took her life, I stopped those men from taking advantage of her.
Why do you think she called me Pure Amy? Because to her, I was the only pure thing left in this filthy world.”
The camera, as he paused, shifted to focus on Danika behind him. Her face was guarded and stone like. Perhaps she didn't like the topic. Perhaps she didn't like what him remembering this does to him. All things for a later time.
Michael: “How has my actions been in her honor? Allow me to start with Broderick Montgomery. He was a man who felt that he could take what he wanted. That women were there for nothing but his amusement.....he doesn't feel that way anymore. His madness......his pain.....the nightmares and the pills...a worthy cost to no longer be a borderline rapist.
Jeszika Gautier. The woman who bounded from one lover to the next. Without thought to the harm she was doing to those who she left behind. All those who were destroyed by her partying ways. She is now in a relationship. Her suffering.....no comparison to the suffering others will now be spared.
Bethany Kenyon being broken.....will teach her to appreciate what she has. No matter how much pain and suffering she must endure before hand.
I am Lucifer incarnate. I do not judge Amy. You think that I do this because I am evil but I do not take innocent souls. I do not kill children, that is God's jurisdiction. I simply punish the guilty and I will continue to do so.”
A wave of his hand dismissed Amy Zing, for now and instantly Danika's mood seemed to improve. She came up behind him and ran her hand up his stomach below the shirt and Michael smirked.
Michael: “Now boys I need to make this quick. Baron.....need I remind you of what I did to you the last time? Sure you can scream all day about the low blow but when the cards fall and the chips are all down you were laying on your back the last time we saw one another. That....amuses me.
Now Frazer freeman. So angry. So very incensed at the abduction of a child.....at the abduction of someone you love.....”
Behind him at that Danika smirks a bit but with a strange glint back in her eyes. It was the same look when he spoke of Dahlia. Something about a kidnapped loved one.....reminded her of the danger Dahlia posed. Michael however saw none of this.
Michael: “So much rage....so much hate. It's actually funny....you are now falling prey to the very thing I warned your partner about for months. Want you want to be....waring with the man you truly are. Nothing can be gained from this. The sooner you realize that the better.....but we both know you won't Freeman. You cannot control it....you allow it to eat away at you.
A drunk and a pimp.....it truly is like the start of a bad joke......or well come Mayhem the end of one.”
Michael then pulls free from Danika and walks from the room with the camera and The Harbinger close behind him.
The camera follows Michael all the way back out to where the Fallen Angels awaited their god and filed in behind him as he marched for the Cabins. When he reached the Cabin where Clarence was held he threw the door open and looked at the beaten, bloody man chained to the inverted cross and then spoke over his shoulder.
Michael: “Unchain him.”
Ananiel and Ramiel came forward and unlocked the chains around his arms and Clarence collapsed to the ground on his side. The older man pushed himself up to his hip looking up at Michael through half swollen shut eyes.
Clarence coughed and spit blood down onto the floor before clearing his throat and speaking in a weak and weazing voice.
Clarence: “Okay....it's enough.....it's enough.....”
Clarence sat breathing hard a moment trying to gather his thoughts and then whispered.
Clarence: “I will never....ever say....that you.... the real you....is anything but a good man Michael.....i know the man you were.....but....i understand.....what I did.....the horrors I inflicted....your right....before I hurt anyone else.....Do it...”
Clarence looked up into the face of the seething man before him. Danika came from behind Michael into the small one room shack and pulled the knife used during all of this from the shelf and held it out to Michael. Michael gently pulled the blade from her hand.
Michael: “Close your eyes.....Dollie wherever you are.....close your eyes.”
Clarence held up his hand.
Clarence: “Wait.....one day....when you find your way back....when you realize who you were.....use her as a guide....let her be your reminder what it was....to be a guardian....what it was to love.....”
Danika, now standing behind Michael clenched her jaw tightly. The implication that what he felt for her was not love offended her. Michael grew in a deep breath and then Sariel whispered softly.
Sariel: “It is for her....you must proceed M'Lord. No matter his remorse....what he is....is a stain on her memory. Do it......”
Danika: “...Or I will.”
Clarence: “.....Forgive me.....”
Whoever held the camera pulled the visual cord and all that was left was the sound of steel, and a wet gurgling sound followed by a gently thud and Micheal’s heavy breathing. What happened? Did he actually do it? No one would ever know.
There was a small group however who were not busied with what some may call busy work. This small group was known as the Fallen Angels of the Children of Nephilim. Maiko Adachi, Ananiel and Ramiel, Sariel and Danika Bayne. They stood as a unit at the very start of the area of the compound known as The Cabins.
The Cabins was a field size section of the very center of the compound which had dozens of small cabins. From the Cabins came the smell of blood, the whimpers of agony and screams of pain as the punishment was being done, but tonight it was quiet. All but one of them.
The Cabin which stood in the very center of this area emitted sounds like no one had ever heard before. Screams that could pierce the very soul and cause the hairs on the back of ones neck to stand on end. Shrieks of agony that caused the flesh to crawl and the liquids in the stomach to churn.
None of the Demons came near this cabin now, terrified to be near these sounds. The Fallen Angels however had eyes for only this specific cabin. They all stared at it intently. It was Ramiel and his brother who broke the silence.
Ramiel: “How long has.....”
Ananiel: “.....he been at it?”
Sariel who stood near the other Asian woman known as Mother Maiko looked down and shook her head. She had no way to know for sure. Maiko however pulled a small pocket watch from her jeans and clicked it open.
Maiko: “Nine hours.”
Sariel: “Don't you think one of us should check on him?”
The blond woman with the blood red tips shook her head very softly. She wore a pair of black jeans and a half top that showed off her flat stomach.
Danika: “None of you realize how long he has been waiting for this.”
Maiko: “Nine hours is overkill Harbinger. He will not survive the turning.”
Danika lowered her head and chuckled softly and then turned her eyes to the taller Asian woman without ever lifting her head giving her a strangely creepy vibe as she whispered.
Danika: “Do you really think this punishment will end in turning Mother Maiko? Can you truly be so foolish? Do you not know who this man is?”
Maiko: “Of course I know who he is!”
Maiko snapped and turned to face Danika with her arms folded over her chest and a dangerous glint in her eyes.
Maiko: “Do you know how tired I am becoming of being spoken down to Harbinger?”
Danika didn't so much as turn to face the woman. Her lips curled into a smirk beneath the wealth of blond hair covering her face from her face being down turned.
Danika: “I can imagine as tired as we got of your constant whining and failure.”
Maiko's eyes flashed and she shifted her weight for that fated step forward but before she could take that step a door slammed open and slammed into the wall with such force the door sounded like a gunshot.
The Fallen Angels all turned their eyes to the Cabins and found their God walking from the opened door and began forward to meet him. Michael wore a pair of Cargo pants, as per usual and a black silk shirt unbutton at the chest but none of this was what caught the attention of the Fallen Angels.
Michael was covered from head to toe in blood. It dripped wetly from his hair and ran down his face and bare chest in streaks and the look in his eyes. Empty, void and filled with only hate.
Danika: “M'Lord?”
Michael: “Yes Harbinger?”
The tone of his voice took his Angels back further then even his dead eyes. His tone was dangerous. A low whispered, not quite a hiss but close.
Danika: “You seem......”
Sariel: “....are you well O'Lord?”
Michael: “I am forever......”
Without so much as a warning Michael pealed the bloody shirt from his shoulders and dropped it into the grass then reached down and unbuckled his belt without pausing in his march. The Angels all parted allowing him to pass. Whoever held the hand held camera he was known for turned so the camera was facing his back as he walked away.
Without so much as a care that this was airing live Michael kicked off the boots and stripped himself off the pants. When he continued on toward the house that had been built for him he was stark naked, however because of the position of the camera only his bare ass was shown.
Michael: “Burn those.”
He commanded and then disappeared into the house.
Danika motioned with her head and the Twins gathered up the bloodied clothing and turned to find something to burn them in and then she walked toward the cabin with Sariel and Maiko falling in behind her.
When she reached the open door she found what appeared to be a steel grate fashioned like the Children's inverted cross with a man fashioned to it with steel chains. The man was in his late forties with gray streaking his brown hair. He was stripped of all clothes but a pair of boxers. He was Caucasian but that was all that could be seen because of the swelling in his face and chest and the blood that covered his body.
He was whimpering gently and breathing in gentle wheezes. He seemed to have no fingernails or toenails. His fingers were all bent in strange directions and his ankles and knees held deep purple bruises as if they were all broken.
Sariel and Maiko gasped collectively at the sheer amount of damage done to this man. This alone violated the very nature of the cabins. This was permanent damage. Danika however stared blankly, emotionless with hate burning in her eyes as she reached out, grasped the door and slammed it shut.
Sariel: “Harbinger we must stop this!”
Maiko: “This has gone to far!”
Danika twirled around them and pointed a finger at each of them her eyes narrowed.
Danika: “It could have been YOUR sister!”
She hissed at Maiko, whose little sister had been kidnapped and murdered.
Danika: “Or he could be an older teacher!”
And now Sariel flinched and both nodded mutely and Danika spun on her heels and marched toward the house with the camera hot on her heels.
**
(To be clear. None of this section is on camera!
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NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED! Contains graphic violence and disturbing images.
You have been warned.)
The hot water ran down his body as he ran his fingers through his blood stained hair. The water gathering around his feet was bright red as he leaned his head on the wall in front of him allowing the water to run down his body. (To be clear. None of this section is on camera!
DISCLAIMER!!!!!
NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED! Contains graphic violence and disturbing images.
You have been warned.)
He could see the events in his mind replacing slowly over and over again. Walking into the cabin and finding Clarence chained to the strange inverted cross. Clarences brown eyes staring at the door as it opened and his voice broke the silence. His voice cracked from thirst.
“Hello Michael.”
The mere mention of his name brought about the first blow. A hard right hand to the side of the head and then the dam broke. One punch became two and two became five, five became twenty. Over and over he slammed into the man's face, arm, stomach and chest.
Punched until he had no strength left in his arm and collapsed against the sobbing bound man breathing deeply. After a moment Michael grabbed the man's shoulders and pushed himself back to look at him. Blood ran down from half a dozen cuts on the man's face and from a severely busted lip.
Michael shoved himself upright again and grasped a hold of a long jagged knife and began to cut the clothes from the man until he was left with nothing but a pair of boxers. Clarence breathing hard from the beating whispered.
“This....won't bring her back.....”
“SHUT UP!”
“SHUT UP!”
Michael roared and turned suddenly slamming a foot into the bound man's right leg. He screamed as his knee broke. Michael finished that turn and immediately threw his weight the other way and slammed a left cross into the man's side. He shrieked as a rib snapped.
Michael reaches up and grasped the crying man by the chin and lifts his face up to face the multicolor haired man. Clarence’s eyes were wide with terror as he stared into the face of the devil himself. The blade flashed and blood sprayed across Micheal’s face and chest and Clarence screamed. A vertical slash appeared across his chest,
**
Then he heard the door to the bedroom open and then slam shut and he leaned his head back into the stream of water and turned to the side staring at the opened bathroom door.
The first thing the actual camera caught was Michael coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and walking into the bedroom. Danika was seated with her back to the window looking out over the compound with one leg crossed over the other and her hands in her lap.
Danika: “They don't understand.”
Michael: “Do you?”
Danika: “Absolutely.”
There was no hesitation in her voice as she answered this.
Danika: “Amy Zing had some interesting things to say.”
Michael motioned to the laptop sitting on the dresser. The camera turned to face the laptop and heard the sound of clothing as Michael began to dress. The video from Amy Zing aired to it's completion before the camera turned back to Michael and Danika.
Danika was seated across Micheal’s lap with her hand idly playing through his hair as his eyes stared intently at the laptop screen even after it had faded to a blank screen. His eyes were hallow and empty. A little clearing of the throat was all it took and Danika climbed off his lap and Michael stood.
Now he wore a pair of white shorts and a white T-Shirt with a painted face across the front. Michael ran a hand through his hair and blew out a deep breath before standing and turning to the camera. When he spoke his voice was gentle, quiet.
Michael: “Frazer......Baron. I will be with you shortly. We need to clear up some misconceptions.”
Michael lifted a hand and pointed a single finger at the camera.
Michael: “Amy. Once upon a time your words would have rung inside me like wildfire. I would have been compelled to hunt you down. Your blasphemy, your lies, your slander. All of it would have warrented nothing more then your blood.....but I am above that now.
I am above you. I am above your hate. I am above your judgment. I am eternal. Do you think you are the first to judge me? Do you think you are the first to slander me? There are countless others around the world that have been doing that since I fell off the face of the world three years ago.
They never stop. Their constant bickering and bitching seemed to have been eternal....and their petty concerns, their petty insults on Social Media meant as much to me....as your judgment now does.”
Michael leaned forward then and pulled his lips back into a smile and whispered.
Michael: “It means nothing.”
Michael straightens up then and points at the laptop.
Michael: “Do you even understand how truly blind you have been? How little you know. I found that girl in that filthy basement when she was sixteen. Do you know how long she had been there? Do you know how long they had been using her for their own pleasures? Their friends pleasures? Ten years.
Ten fucking years Amy. You didn't save her from that. I did.
You stood by her side as I waged my own wars....but when the night fell and she was alone with her dreams of her abuse....was it you she clung to? No, it was me.
She was a woman who was used to being abused by men. Who thought that she was to freely offer herself if someone wanted. All my life....since the day I was sixteen until that fucking bitch took her life, I stopped those men from taking advantage of her.
Why do you think she called me Pure Amy? Because to her, I was the only pure thing left in this filthy world.”
The camera, as he paused, shifted to focus on Danika behind him. Her face was guarded and stone like. Perhaps she didn't like the topic. Perhaps she didn't like what him remembering this does to him. All things for a later time.
Michael: “How has my actions been in her honor? Allow me to start with Broderick Montgomery. He was a man who felt that he could take what he wanted. That women were there for nothing but his amusement.....he doesn't feel that way anymore. His madness......his pain.....the nightmares and the pills...a worthy cost to no longer be a borderline rapist.
Jeszika Gautier. The woman who bounded from one lover to the next. Without thought to the harm she was doing to those who she left behind. All those who were destroyed by her partying ways. She is now in a relationship. Her suffering.....no comparison to the suffering others will now be spared.
Bethany Kenyon being broken.....will teach her to appreciate what she has. No matter how much pain and suffering she must endure before hand.
I am Lucifer incarnate. I do not judge Amy. You think that I do this because I am evil but I do not take innocent souls. I do not kill children, that is God's jurisdiction. I simply punish the guilty and I will continue to do so.”
A wave of his hand dismissed Amy Zing, for now and instantly Danika's mood seemed to improve. She came up behind him and ran her hand up his stomach below the shirt and Michael smirked.
Michael: “Now boys I need to make this quick. Baron.....need I remind you of what I did to you the last time? Sure you can scream all day about the low blow but when the cards fall and the chips are all down you were laying on your back the last time we saw one another. That....amuses me.
Now Frazer freeman. So angry. So very incensed at the abduction of a child.....at the abduction of someone you love.....”
Behind him at that Danika smirks a bit but with a strange glint back in her eyes. It was the same look when he spoke of Dahlia. Something about a kidnapped loved one.....reminded her of the danger Dahlia posed. Michael however saw none of this.
Michael: “So much rage....so much hate. It's actually funny....you are now falling prey to the very thing I warned your partner about for months. Want you want to be....waring with the man you truly are. Nothing can be gained from this. The sooner you realize that the better.....but we both know you won't Freeman. You cannot control it....you allow it to eat away at you.
A drunk and a pimp.....it truly is like the start of a bad joke......or well come Mayhem the end of one.”
Michael then pulls free from Danika and walks from the room with the camera and The Harbinger close behind him.
**
The camera follows Michael all the way back out to where the Fallen Angels awaited their god and filed in behind him as he marched for the Cabins. When he reached the Cabin where Clarence was held he threw the door open and looked at the beaten, bloody man chained to the inverted cross and then spoke over his shoulder.
Michael: “Unchain him.”
Ananiel and Ramiel came forward and unlocked the chains around his arms and Clarence collapsed to the ground on his side. The older man pushed himself up to his hip looking up at Michael through half swollen shut eyes.
Clarence coughed and spit blood down onto the floor before clearing his throat and speaking in a weak and weazing voice.
Clarence: “Okay....it's enough.....it's enough.....”
Clarence sat breathing hard a moment trying to gather his thoughts and then whispered.
Clarence: “I will never....ever say....that you.... the real you....is anything but a good man Michael.....i know the man you were.....but....i understand.....what I did.....the horrors I inflicted....your right....before I hurt anyone else.....Do it...”
Clarence looked up into the face of the seething man before him. Danika came from behind Michael into the small one room shack and pulled the knife used during all of this from the shelf and held it out to Michael. Michael gently pulled the blade from her hand.
Michael: “Close your eyes.....Dollie wherever you are.....close your eyes.”
Clarence held up his hand.
Clarence: “Wait.....one day....when you find your way back....when you realize who you were.....use her as a guide....let her be your reminder what it was....to be a guardian....what it was to love.....”
Danika, now standing behind Michael clenched her jaw tightly. The implication that what he felt for her was not love offended her. Michael grew in a deep breath and then Sariel whispered softly.
Sariel: “It is for her....you must proceed M'Lord. No matter his remorse....what he is....is a stain on her memory. Do it......”
Danika: “...Or I will.”
Clarence: “.....Forgive me.....”
Whoever held the camera pulled the visual cord and all that was left was the sound of steel, and a wet gurgling sound followed by a gently thud and Micheal’s heavy breathing. What happened? Did he actually do it? No one would ever know.
