Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 18:43:37 GMT -6
::When the scene opened all you could see was this strange wall of purple. As if staring at the purple sky of a dying sunset, but as the camera began to pan outwards it became clear it was the back of the shirt worn by the Dark Father. The shirt was purple with faint little outlines of flowers and below it a pair of black jeans and black boots.
As the camera panned around it would notice they were inside another house, different from the last one. This one was pristine in it's perfection. Perfect in it's tidiness. Flawless in it's organization. Soft blue couches and chairs and pictures covered the walls.
The gathered Children stood between the Dark Father and a pair of figures who were bound and gagged off to the side of the stairs. They didn't appear to have been beaten or hurt....simply incapacitated. The first was a man in his thirties with short brown hair wearing what remained of a business suit. The other was a woman in her late twenties with long golden blond hair and wearing a beautiful silver summer dress.
The two gazed up at Joshua in a mixture of shock and fear.....but it was clear they knew him. How did they know him? What had he done? What had they done? Joshua gave no hint at this as he stood with his back to them and looking down at the glass coffee table.
Joshua leaned down and plucked a photograph off the center of the table and lifted it into the light of the lamps which protected from the darkness outside the house. The photo was of a smiling little girl, she was perhaps nine years old and had her mothers beautiful golden hair. She was beautiful and innocent, but Joshua's jaw clenched and turned for the stairs.
Joshua never released the photo as he began to mount the stairs. Simply motioned for the camera to follow him and turned to look at his gathered Children, five of them who stood with the couple.::
Joshua: “Keep them here and quiet.”
Children: “Yes Father.”
::It was like a scene out of an old horror movie. The man ascends the stairs alone, slowly, one slow step after another. The camera watching from behind as lightning flashed to illuminate the stairs and the dark hallway above. But Joshua showed no hint of fear. He wasn't afraid of the dark. No, Joshua was the reason that people were afraid of the dark.::
Joshua: “A family goes to the store to get a couple of things for dinner....”
::When Joshua spoke he never looked back at the camera. Simply walked slowly down a hallway. As he passed by a doorway to a bathroom the lightning flashed and show for the briefest second what appeared to be a figure standing in the doorway of the bathroom. A man, tall with a hood up but when the Camera came in closer....there was no one there. Joshua however never broke stride, in words or steps.::
Joshua: “While they were their the mother and father got into an argument and left the store in a huff. Forgetting....of course, that they had brought their daughter with them.”
::Joshua paused at a door and pressed his hand to it to push the door open. It showed a closet filled with childrens clothes, then he turned and kept going. The camera turned to look at the door behind Joshua and once again the Lightning flashed and for the briefest of seconds that same hooded figure seemed to be standing in the corner of what appeared to be the parents bedroom. When the lightning flashed again a moment later....he was simply gone.
The camera turned and followed as Joshua as he placed his hand on the next door and pushed it open. This time he found what he wanted as he stepped into a messy child’s room. The room of a child who...had their room left as they left it for eternity.
Joshua walked into the room and stood in the exact center of it before he began speaking again, his voice low, like a rumbling growl. As if a thunderstorm was caught in his chest.::
Joshua: “She....of course was easy prey for a predator. He took her from the market and walked out like she was his own kid who as throwing a tantrum. Of course it was too late by the time the two idiots called the police....and even more so when they heard about a bounty hunter who specialized in missing children.
And so when that bounty hunter got involved it was too late to do anything to help the child. He did however find her body and brought her home for a proper burial....her name was Madison Lamer. She became Case number: 123”
::Joshua pulled a photo out of his back pocket and the back of it said “Maidson Lamer” and the date 10/14/2009 and replaced the picture of the blond with the picture of a black haired little girl with a bright smile.
With the picture still in his right hand he turned around to face the camera standing in the doorway. The camera focused on his face, hidden now by the wealth of black hair that hung down over it in soft little waves.::
Joshua: “So....what do I think?”
::Joshua's voice wasn't warm, as it had been before. It had dropped down to a cold hiss as he spoke.::
Joshua: “....About what Travis? The world? The company? The little girls who think they can fight the devil? Your bad hair due.....Ah....what do I think about this match. Why it was planned the way it was? Why did I make this happen? It's simply....”
::Joshua came forward and whispered into the camera.::
Joshua: “.....my way of silencing you....”
::Joshua let out one of his little giggles, a half insane soft laugh and then shook his head into the camera, touching the edge of it to his forehead to the world could see those burning amber eyes.::
Joshua: “...Silence your claims. Silence your blasphemy. Silence your absurd claims that you are some kind of monster.....”
::And that brought a roaring laugh from the Dark Messiah as he took the camera and pulled it closer yet so you could only see his eyes.::
Joshua: “You are not a Monster Kyle Travis.....you are that yapping little Chihuahua!”
::Joshua laughed once again into the camera and then tossed it back to the camera man. The camera juggled itself as he watched Joshua spin around in tiny circles to back away from the camera man, laughing as he did so and when he came to a stop he was facing the camera with his head bowed downwards.::
Joshua: “Calling you a Monster is like someone calling Big Bird a Monster simply because he is better then others. Calling you a monster is like calling BARNY a monster because he is a Dinosaur. No Snuffleupagus, you aren't a monster....your a mewling little kitty who is arching his back to make himself look more menacing.
You could become a Monster....i can see the potential inside you....but you are to obsessed with your own cleverness. Not a week goes by....you do not repeat yourself endlessly. Not a week goes by....you do not make claims about others in UWA. You show off your trophy room....like it means something to anyone.....”
::Joshua came forward again and brought himself closer and closer to the camera until he was all anyone could see and then whispered.::
Joshua: “Wanna know what a trophy is?”
::Joshua laughed and then whispered again.::
Joshua: “Jeszika's tears....THOSE....are trophies. Broderick Montgomery's screams...THOSE are trophies. The unhinged mind of the Champion....THAT is a Trophy....but you show the world little golden bobbles and expect them to bow down to you.....”
::Joshua stepped back again and spread his arms with his fists closed and his head thrown back as he screamed.::
Joshua: “DO I LOOK SCARED?!”
::Joshua's head came down and stared at the camera with a burning hatred.::
Joshua: “DO YOU THINK I WILL BOW?!”
::Joshua's lips curled into a smile that was crueler then even his laugh and said softly.::
Joshua: “You think that Aerynn Donnelly is the only one whose a puppet on a string Travis? What about Arsenal? They dance....because I want them to. Fraser Freeman? He danced the way I wanted him to....even yourself Kyle....you will do what I want without ever realizing it. All of UWA dances to one of my tunes or another Travis.....and you all don't even realize it.
Do you think that Silver Baron.....faces Jones because it was good for business? How about Skylar taking on Arsenal this week? All of it....ALL of it...for a reason...but you wouldn't understand that if it bit you in the face would you?”
::The laugh now from the Dark Father was mocking, more insulting then any words he could possibly think of. His laugh told you how little he truly felt about you. Like a jester....caster of some passing moment of levity.::
Joshua: “Did it ever occur to you that maybe....just maybe there ISN'T an end game Travis? That maybe....i am doing this because I WANT to? Because I want to cause panic....pain and discord? No everyone is obsessed with titles....with fake golden idols Travis. Not everyone is you.”
::At that moment something seem to dawn on him and he threw his head back and laughed a hearty full laugh and then came forward again, speaking with each step.::
Joshua: “Religious. Rhetoric. Castiel. God. On. His....side.”
::When Joshua's walking stopped he was standing in front of the camera again and leaned over until he was looking into the lens and smirked beneath the hair and beard.::
Joshua: “I do not spout anything of the sort. I am not some foolish, idiot bowing to a fake idol and reciting false commandments out of a long forsaken book! Why do I need to bow to a idol? I AM THE IDOL! I am the being who will drown this world is darkness, take it back to the cesspool it started in.....and you Kyle Travis...for all your pomp....for all your well chosen words....don't understand anything.”
::Joshua's smirk stayed but he reached out again and took the camera in his hands again and lifted it until it was looking down at him from above with his head tilted back to face it.::
Joshua: “You think you know evil Kyle? You think because you assault a few petty cretins you know evil? You wouldn't know evil if it kicked you in the head....but you were right. I DON'T want to hear your own rhetoric about how your better then me....because your not Kyle....and it has nothing to do with faith....
You are not better then me for a thousand reasons. Talent. Charisma. Charm. Fortitude. Follow through. You do not top me in any of these categories....and you think you do because your a legend...why?”
::Joshua's voice now dropped to a whisper as he stared up at the camera.::
Joshua: “Why are you a legend? Why?”
::Joshua lowered his head and the camera with it so he was looking at the object in his outstretched arms.::
Joshua: “....Because you claim it? Does that mean....if I claim to be a Sea Otter....i can go out and rape baby seals? If I claim to be Paris Hilton....do I have to make a crappy sex tape? If claim to be Jim Carry do I get to make crappy movies?
No....you claim to be a legend because of all you have done in your past....Snuffleupagus...your UWA's LeBron James. Thinking some new team should respect you....because of accomplishments somewhere else....your in a king in your new home....even when you suck....because you excelled somewhere else. You ever think that maybe....you excelled because....they just weren't that good there?
You were the big fish in a small cesscreek....and now you are a normal size fish in the cesspool....SWIMING WITH SHARKS!”
::After Joshua screamed those words he let out another laugh and shook his head.::
Joshua: “You had my attention. You had my full attention....and then you went and ruined it. You lied.....your not afraid of me....yes Kyle....you are. Somewhere in the back of your mind....are the childhood fears of the dark. Of the boogeyman hiding under your bed. That chill that runs up your mind when your alone in the dark even now....that is me. I am what goes bump in the night....Snuffy....and somewhere inside you know it.
And now....before I go I want to leave you with a piece of information. For months you have been telling people Arsenal and Aerynn Donnely are playing checkers while I am playing chess...and your wrong.
You see, if I was playing chess you would be able to understand it. Follow it move by move. Anticipate and apply strategy. You could....have even the slightest chance to win.”
::Joshua tossed the camera back to the camera man and then as he walked by with the replaced picture in his hand. As he passed by he stopped and looked over through the mask of black hair and whipsered.::
Joshua: “....They are playing checkers....you are playing Chess....and no one knows....what I am playing.”
::He grinned one final time and then something about him changed. He became more angry. More feral and then turned and marched across the floor his steps thudding off the ground and then down the stairs with heavy steps. The camera followed quickly and came down a half a second behind him. Joshua marched to the couple tied up by the Children and the Children parted to allow him to pass.
Joshua shoved the replaced picture in the face of the husband and his eyes widened with panic and he shook his head screaming into the gag that was in his mind. He began to thrash around at the binds trying to get loose, but couldn't.::
Joshua: “Her name was Madison Lamer....and you wrapped a little cord around her throat and squeezed until she died right there in your arms.....”
::The man's wife's eyes widdened in shock and horror and she began to scream into the gag as well and thrash. The man's fear got the best of him and he surged to his feet but Joshua grasped him by the hair as he raced by on unbound feet and yanked backwards.
The man's feet came out from under him and he seemed to hover in midair for a moment and then crashed through the glass coffee table. Joshua placed his size fourteen boot on the man's throat and pressed down. The man's wide eyes looked up at Joshua as he gasped and gagged into the bind on his mouth.::
Joshua: “You hurt her....because you had lost your own and wanted other parents to know the pain. Now....YOU will know pain. Now YOU will be the cause of your WIFE to know Pain. NOW.....you will give up your lives...for MY cause. Children....take them.”
::The man and the woman screamed as they were picked up and carried out. Joshua walked to the door and set the picture of Madison Lamer on the mantle next to the door and then closed the door with a soft little mocking laugh. The camera was just about to cut the feed when it shifted to look at the top of the stairs and this time even without the lightning the silhouette of the figure was clear. It stood with hands down at their sides curled into fists.
Lightning flashed through the windows and he could be seen clearly. A face filled with stubble on the cheeks, chin and jaw and soft brown hair grown out a bit. A leather jacket and hood pulled up over the head. Jaw was clenched to show teeth being pressed together....and then as the Lightning flashed a second time....he was simply....gone.::
As the camera panned around it would notice they were inside another house, different from the last one. This one was pristine in it's perfection. Perfect in it's tidiness. Flawless in it's organization. Soft blue couches and chairs and pictures covered the walls.
The gathered Children stood between the Dark Father and a pair of figures who were bound and gagged off to the side of the stairs. They didn't appear to have been beaten or hurt....simply incapacitated. The first was a man in his thirties with short brown hair wearing what remained of a business suit. The other was a woman in her late twenties with long golden blond hair and wearing a beautiful silver summer dress.
The two gazed up at Joshua in a mixture of shock and fear.....but it was clear they knew him. How did they know him? What had he done? What had they done? Joshua gave no hint at this as he stood with his back to them and looking down at the glass coffee table.
Joshua leaned down and plucked a photograph off the center of the table and lifted it into the light of the lamps which protected from the darkness outside the house. The photo was of a smiling little girl, she was perhaps nine years old and had her mothers beautiful golden hair. She was beautiful and innocent, but Joshua's jaw clenched and turned for the stairs.
Joshua never released the photo as he began to mount the stairs. Simply motioned for the camera to follow him and turned to look at his gathered Children, five of them who stood with the couple.::
Joshua: “Keep them here and quiet.”
Children: “Yes Father.”
::It was like a scene out of an old horror movie. The man ascends the stairs alone, slowly, one slow step after another. The camera watching from behind as lightning flashed to illuminate the stairs and the dark hallway above. But Joshua showed no hint of fear. He wasn't afraid of the dark. No, Joshua was the reason that people were afraid of the dark.::
Joshua: “A family goes to the store to get a couple of things for dinner....”
::When Joshua spoke he never looked back at the camera. Simply walked slowly down a hallway. As he passed by a doorway to a bathroom the lightning flashed and show for the briefest second what appeared to be a figure standing in the doorway of the bathroom. A man, tall with a hood up but when the Camera came in closer....there was no one there. Joshua however never broke stride, in words or steps.::
Joshua: “While they were their the mother and father got into an argument and left the store in a huff. Forgetting....of course, that they had brought their daughter with them.”
::Joshua paused at a door and pressed his hand to it to push the door open. It showed a closet filled with childrens clothes, then he turned and kept going. The camera turned to look at the door behind Joshua and once again the Lightning flashed and for the briefest of seconds that same hooded figure seemed to be standing in the corner of what appeared to be the parents bedroom. When the lightning flashed again a moment later....he was simply gone.
The camera turned and followed as Joshua as he placed his hand on the next door and pushed it open. This time he found what he wanted as he stepped into a messy child’s room. The room of a child who...had their room left as they left it for eternity.
Joshua walked into the room and stood in the exact center of it before he began speaking again, his voice low, like a rumbling growl. As if a thunderstorm was caught in his chest.::
Joshua: “She....of course was easy prey for a predator. He took her from the market and walked out like she was his own kid who as throwing a tantrum. Of course it was too late by the time the two idiots called the police....and even more so when they heard about a bounty hunter who specialized in missing children.
And so when that bounty hunter got involved it was too late to do anything to help the child. He did however find her body and brought her home for a proper burial....her name was Madison Lamer. She became Case number: 123”
::Joshua pulled a photo out of his back pocket and the back of it said “Maidson Lamer” and the date 10/14/2009 and replaced the picture of the blond with the picture of a black haired little girl with a bright smile.
With the picture still in his right hand he turned around to face the camera standing in the doorway. The camera focused on his face, hidden now by the wealth of black hair that hung down over it in soft little waves.::
Joshua: “So....what do I think?”
::Joshua's voice wasn't warm, as it had been before. It had dropped down to a cold hiss as he spoke.::
Joshua: “....About what Travis? The world? The company? The little girls who think they can fight the devil? Your bad hair due.....Ah....what do I think about this match. Why it was planned the way it was? Why did I make this happen? It's simply....”
::Joshua came forward and whispered into the camera.::
Joshua: “.....my way of silencing you....”
::Joshua let out one of his little giggles, a half insane soft laugh and then shook his head into the camera, touching the edge of it to his forehead to the world could see those burning amber eyes.::
Joshua: “...Silence your claims. Silence your blasphemy. Silence your absurd claims that you are some kind of monster.....”
::And that brought a roaring laugh from the Dark Messiah as he took the camera and pulled it closer yet so you could only see his eyes.::
Joshua: “You are not a Monster Kyle Travis.....you are that yapping little Chihuahua!”
::Joshua laughed once again into the camera and then tossed it back to the camera man. The camera juggled itself as he watched Joshua spin around in tiny circles to back away from the camera man, laughing as he did so and when he came to a stop he was facing the camera with his head bowed downwards.::
Joshua: “Calling you a Monster is like someone calling Big Bird a Monster simply because he is better then others. Calling you a monster is like calling BARNY a monster because he is a Dinosaur. No Snuffleupagus, you aren't a monster....your a mewling little kitty who is arching his back to make himself look more menacing.
You could become a Monster....i can see the potential inside you....but you are to obsessed with your own cleverness. Not a week goes by....you do not repeat yourself endlessly. Not a week goes by....you do not make claims about others in UWA. You show off your trophy room....like it means something to anyone.....”
::Joshua came forward again and brought himself closer and closer to the camera until he was all anyone could see and then whispered.::
Joshua: “Wanna know what a trophy is?”
::Joshua laughed and then whispered again.::
Joshua: “Jeszika's tears....THOSE....are trophies. Broderick Montgomery's screams...THOSE are trophies. The unhinged mind of the Champion....THAT is a Trophy....but you show the world little golden bobbles and expect them to bow down to you.....”
::Joshua stepped back again and spread his arms with his fists closed and his head thrown back as he screamed.::
Joshua: “DO I LOOK SCARED?!”
::Joshua's head came down and stared at the camera with a burning hatred.::
Joshua: “DO YOU THINK I WILL BOW?!”
::Joshua's lips curled into a smile that was crueler then even his laugh and said softly.::
Joshua: “You think that Aerynn Donnelly is the only one whose a puppet on a string Travis? What about Arsenal? They dance....because I want them to. Fraser Freeman? He danced the way I wanted him to....even yourself Kyle....you will do what I want without ever realizing it. All of UWA dances to one of my tunes or another Travis.....and you all don't even realize it.
Do you think that Silver Baron.....faces Jones because it was good for business? How about Skylar taking on Arsenal this week? All of it....ALL of it...for a reason...but you wouldn't understand that if it bit you in the face would you?”
::The laugh now from the Dark Father was mocking, more insulting then any words he could possibly think of. His laugh told you how little he truly felt about you. Like a jester....caster of some passing moment of levity.::
Joshua: “Did it ever occur to you that maybe....just maybe there ISN'T an end game Travis? That maybe....i am doing this because I WANT to? Because I want to cause panic....pain and discord? No everyone is obsessed with titles....with fake golden idols Travis. Not everyone is you.”
::At that moment something seem to dawn on him and he threw his head back and laughed a hearty full laugh and then came forward again, speaking with each step.::
Joshua: “Religious. Rhetoric. Castiel. God. On. His....side.”
::When Joshua's walking stopped he was standing in front of the camera again and leaned over until he was looking into the lens and smirked beneath the hair and beard.::
Joshua: “I do not spout anything of the sort. I am not some foolish, idiot bowing to a fake idol and reciting false commandments out of a long forsaken book! Why do I need to bow to a idol? I AM THE IDOL! I am the being who will drown this world is darkness, take it back to the cesspool it started in.....and you Kyle Travis...for all your pomp....for all your well chosen words....don't understand anything.”
::Joshua's smirk stayed but he reached out again and took the camera in his hands again and lifted it until it was looking down at him from above with his head tilted back to face it.::
Joshua: “You think you know evil Kyle? You think because you assault a few petty cretins you know evil? You wouldn't know evil if it kicked you in the head....but you were right. I DON'T want to hear your own rhetoric about how your better then me....because your not Kyle....and it has nothing to do with faith....
You are not better then me for a thousand reasons. Talent. Charisma. Charm. Fortitude. Follow through. You do not top me in any of these categories....and you think you do because your a legend...why?”
::Joshua's voice now dropped to a whisper as he stared up at the camera.::
Joshua: “Why are you a legend? Why?”
::Joshua lowered his head and the camera with it so he was looking at the object in his outstretched arms.::
Joshua: “....Because you claim it? Does that mean....if I claim to be a Sea Otter....i can go out and rape baby seals? If I claim to be Paris Hilton....do I have to make a crappy sex tape? If claim to be Jim Carry do I get to make crappy movies?
No....you claim to be a legend because of all you have done in your past....Snuffleupagus...your UWA's LeBron James. Thinking some new team should respect you....because of accomplishments somewhere else....your in a king in your new home....even when you suck....because you excelled somewhere else. You ever think that maybe....you excelled because....they just weren't that good there?
You were the big fish in a small cesscreek....and now you are a normal size fish in the cesspool....SWIMING WITH SHARKS!”
::After Joshua screamed those words he let out another laugh and shook his head.::
Joshua: “You had my attention. You had my full attention....and then you went and ruined it. You lied.....your not afraid of me....yes Kyle....you are. Somewhere in the back of your mind....are the childhood fears of the dark. Of the boogeyman hiding under your bed. That chill that runs up your mind when your alone in the dark even now....that is me. I am what goes bump in the night....Snuffy....and somewhere inside you know it.
And now....before I go I want to leave you with a piece of information. For months you have been telling people Arsenal and Aerynn Donnely are playing checkers while I am playing chess...and your wrong.
You see, if I was playing chess you would be able to understand it. Follow it move by move. Anticipate and apply strategy. You could....have even the slightest chance to win.”
::Joshua tossed the camera back to the camera man and then as he walked by with the replaced picture in his hand. As he passed by he stopped and looked over through the mask of black hair and whipsered.::
Joshua: “....They are playing checkers....you are playing Chess....and no one knows....what I am playing.”
::He grinned one final time and then something about him changed. He became more angry. More feral and then turned and marched across the floor his steps thudding off the ground and then down the stairs with heavy steps. The camera followed quickly and came down a half a second behind him. Joshua marched to the couple tied up by the Children and the Children parted to allow him to pass.
Joshua shoved the replaced picture in the face of the husband and his eyes widened with panic and he shook his head screaming into the gag that was in his mind. He began to thrash around at the binds trying to get loose, but couldn't.::
Joshua: “Her name was Madison Lamer....and you wrapped a little cord around her throat and squeezed until she died right there in your arms.....”
::The man's wife's eyes widdened in shock and horror and she began to scream into the gag as well and thrash. The man's fear got the best of him and he surged to his feet but Joshua grasped him by the hair as he raced by on unbound feet and yanked backwards.
The man's feet came out from under him and he seemed to hover in midair for a moment and then crashed through the glass coffee table. Joshua placed his size fourteen boot on the man's throat and pressed down. The man's wide eyes looked up at Joshua as he gasped and gagged into the bind on his mouth.::
Joshua: “You hurt her....because you had lost your own and wanted other parents to know the pain. Now....YOU will know pain. Now YOU will be the cause of your WIFE to know Pain. NOW.....you will give up your lives...for MY cause. Children....take them.”
::The man and the woman screamed as they were picked up and carried out. Joshua walked to the door and set the picture of Madison Lamer on the mantle next to the door and then closed the door with a soft little mocking laugh. The camera was just about to cut the feed when it shifted to look at the top of the stairs and this time even without the lightning the silhouette of the figure was clear. It stood with hands down at their sides curled into fists.
Lightning flashed through the windows and he could be seen clearly. A face filled with stubble on the cheeks, chin and jaw and soft brown hair grown out a bit. A leather jacket and hood pulled up over the head. Jaw was clenched to show teeth being pressed together....and then as the Lightning flashed a second time....he was simply....gone.::