Post by Cain on Oct 27, 2015 21:42:00 GMT -6
The scene slowly fades into a dimly lit room with pipes lining the walls, and steam filling the air. The sound of a man's anguished screams can be heard as the camera pans to the right and we see a single bright interrogation light falling on a chair.
In the chair sits an older man wearing a pair of khaki dress slacks and a blood stained white Polo shirt, buttons missing. Standing over the man is a monstrous figure, with a blow torch in his hand. The monster appears to be a man with short jet black hair, dressed in black from head to toe, his ensemble christened by his long black duster.
"I've been around a long time, and the one thing I've learned about you humans, above all others is of your weakness...hehehe..."
The older man, his "victim" as it were, looks up at him through his one good eye. The confusion in his voice was quite evident.
"Are you... (cough cough)..." He lost a bit more blood as he coughed. "...talking to me now?"
"Maybe. Maybe not, monkey. Did I say your name? Hell, I don't even know your name."
"Harry... (cough cough)...it's Harry..."
The beastly human being stares at the man coldly. "How...pedestrian. Figures that you'd be named such a weak moniker, seeing as how like most humans, you've proven to be most weak. Why not Zebakuk? Why not Azriel? Hell, you could call yourself Jesus!"
"PLEASE DON'T USE THE LORD'S NAME LIKE THAT!"
Smack! He feels his molars dislodge a bit as a large backhand strikes him in the face. The poor man groans in pain as Cain, The Last Son of Eden, looks at him with a sneer hissing. "You kiss his ass like he has truly saved you! As if he cold save you, when you and I both know that if he cared, then you wouldn't be in this situation to begin with! You think because he died for your sins, supposedly you are untouchable. Don't you realize, old man? He didn't send his son to die for you! He sent his son to "die for your sins" so that everyone will kiss his intangible ass!" Cain becomes eerily calm, a grin forming on his face. "God's not dead, but he's not hereally with you, Harold. Who is though? Who stands before you? Immortal? Powerful? Benevolent enough to keep you alive for my own enjoyment, all the while giving you the opportunity to think of your lovely family? Who? Cain. Not God. Not Jesus. Damned sure not Abel, that spoiled fuck..."
"Sir...you are insane... (cough cough)"
The monster leans in close to Harry, his eyes flashing violet as he does. As he starts to speak, his facial features become more rigid, his cheekbones sharpening, eyes narrowing to glowing slits...canines growing...his last words to Harry ring in the older man's ears.
"Insane I may be, but you're my next sacrifice. I tire of you, human. Die."
The talon-esque nails of the Original Beast stifle the screams of Harry as a large shower of blood spews forth from the jugular his victim. The man twitches in the grasp of the monstrous meta human, Cain watching as the spark of life leaves his eyes. He lowers his hands by his sides and turns to the camera, a close up shown of his blood soaked face.
"Unchained Wrestling Alliance...I come. I come for those monkeys, monkeys such as Craven..my first victim..I come to offer salvation through the sweet release of death. I am violence. I am cruelty. I am the monster under your bed...I am the innovator of murder. I am Cain...hehe...and I am forever."
A cold, dry laughter is heard as the scene fades to...
In the chair sits an older man wearing a pair of khaki dress slacks and a blood stained white Polo shirt, buttons missing. Standing over the man is a monstrous figure, with a blow torch in his hand. The monster appears to be a man with short jet black hair, dressed in black from head to toe, his ensemble christened by his long black duster.
"I've been around a long time, and the one thing I've learned about you humans, above all others is of your weakness...hehehe..."
The older man, his "victim" as it were, looks up at him through his one good eye. The confusion in his voice was quite evident.
"Are you... (cough cough)..." He lost a bit more blood as he coughed. "...talking to me now?"
"Maybe. Maybe not, monkey. Did I say your name? Hell, I don't even know your name."
"Harry... (cough cough)...it's Harry..."
The beastly human being stares at the man coldly. "How...pedestrian. Figures that you'd be named such a weak moniker, seeing as how like most humans, you've proven to be most weak. Why not Zebakuk? Why not Azriel? Hell, you could call yourself Jesus!"
"PLEASE DON'T USE THE LORD'S NAME LIKE THAT!"
Smack! He feels his molars dislodge a bit as a large backhand strikes him in the face. The poor man groans in pain as Cain, The Last Son of Eden, looks at him with a sneer hissing. "You kiss his ass like he has truly saved you! As if he cold save you, when you and I both know that if he cared, then you wouldn't be in this situation to begin with! You think because he died for your sins, supposedly you are untouchable. Don't you realize, old man? He didn't send his son to die for you! He sent his son to "die for your sins" so that everyone will kiss his intangible ass!" Cain becomes eerily calm, a grin forming on his face. "God's not dead, but he's not hereally with you, Harold. Who is though? Who stands before you? Immortal? Powerful? Benevolent enough to keep you alive for my own enjoyment, all the while giving you the opportunity to think of your lovely family? Who? Cain. Not God. Not Jesus. Damned sure not Abel, that spoiled fuck..."
"Sir...you are insane... (cough cough)"
The monster leans in close to Harry, his eyes flashing violet as he does. As he starts to speak, his facial features become more rigid, his cheekbones sharpening, eyes narrowing to glowing slits...canines growing...his last words to Harry ring in the older man's ears.
"Insane I may be, but you're my next sacrifice. I tire of you, human. Die."
The talon-esque nails of the Original Beast stifle the screams of Harry as a large shower of blood spews forth from the jugular his victim. The man twitches in the grasp of the monstrous meta human, Cain watching as the spark of life leaves his eyes. He lowers his hands by his sides and turns to the camera, a close up shown of his blood soaked face.
"Unchained Wrestling Alliance...I come. I come for those monkeys, monkeys such as Craven..my first victim..I come to offer salvation through the sweet release of death. I am violence. I am cruelty. I am the monster under your bed...I am the innovator of murder. I am Cain...hehe...and I am forever."
A cold, dry laughter is heard as the scene fades to...
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