Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2014 20:59:20 GMT -6
The scene opened to the odd sound of haunted whispers. Like a thousand souls all speaking together, as one but a thousands different things. The darkness of the screen seemed to move. Like a cloud of black ink slinking over the screen, waving like the dark shores of a polluted ocean.
For a long moment the darkness stayed and the whispers grew more panicked. More intense and hurried. As if trying to tell some unknown warning but then the sound of a match striking against something rough and then flared to life.
The sudden appearance of the match light may blind those watching, the sudden appearance of a flash of blinding light in the darkness, after all. After a moment the wielder of the match shifted the hand down and lit the wick of a candle and the light spread around the room.
The room was small, perhaps a bedroom or small office. Pictures adorned the walls but the truly strange thing seemed to be the way that in the darkest corners of the room the shadows seemed to be moving. Shifting and curling around one another like thousands of coiling serpents. Making it appear as if the very room itself was moving.
And then of course the person sitting in the center of the room comes into frame. The black hair hanging over his face, the thick beard and the vacant eyed malevolent expression. The black silk shirt left open to show the white undershirt and the black jeans above black boots. The form of the Dark Messiah, Joshua McBride.
Before the Dark Father could say a single word a faint little “tisk” sound came from the massive from and he shook his head ever so gently and those tisk's finally followed by the faintest little chuckle and then he spoke.
Joshua: “There is a man who wants to sling insults. Who wants to trade jabs and make jokes.....”
Joshua leans forward then and a eerie shadow falls over the side of his face and he grins a bit. When he spoke again his voice was little more then a eerie whisper.
Joshua: “Your a hell of a guy to be talking about people wearing masks Jonsey. Do you know that?”
The laugh that leaves the Dark Messiah is more....giggle then laugh and he speaks on in that soft whisper.
Joshua: “.....The man who cannot speak of himself in the first person....wants to talk to someone else about identity disorders and delusions. The man who claims that I wear a mask....wears the biggest one on the roster.”
Joshua grins again and shakes his head with amusement.
Joshua: “When it's all said and done do you realize what your rambling earned you?”
Joshua leans in again and said normally.
Joshua: “Nothing.....”
Then again his voice dropped to whisper.
Joshua: “....It's earned you nothing Vince. Nothing Jonsey......”
Joshua then leans back on the chair and places his fingertips together beneath his chin a moment as he stared into the camera. After he watched a moment he spoke again in his normal tone and extended a single hand to point down to the table.
On the table sat a single, thick leather bound book. The cover was so dark it was almost undecipherable. But it looked like the face of some kind of twisted mother who was crackling a monster of a child.
Joshua: “Allow me to read you a story Jonsey....”
Joshua leans down then and pulls the book up to rest in his lap and flips the pages slowly his eyes scanning the pages and then he clicks his tongue off his teeth and nods leaning back again.
Joshua: “This is the story of a man known simply as Kelvon. You see, he lived in a beautiful tower on the hill and worshiped the old gods. The ones which came before all.....”
Joshua paused and lifted his hand to wave around him and said with burning hate.
Joshua: “....This.”
Joshua looked then back down at the book and continued.
Joshua: “He stayed faithful to who he was...and them the others came. Outsiders....none believers....people who would force themselves on him and his beautiful belief. He stayed in his home until he wouldn't take the imposed exile anymore....and then he went down unto them and renounced his belief for that of the new culture.”
Joshua looked up from the book and whispered.
Joshua: “He....is you Jonsey.”
Joshua slammed the book shut and tossed it gently down to the table and then leaned back in his chair staring at the camera.
Joshua: “....and it disgusts me Jones. Everything about you....disgusts me. From your speech to the way you walk. You are an aberration. A living, breathing, flesh representation of everything that is WRONG with this world we live in! This gansta culture....is supposed to scare people....”
Joshua suddenly shot forward and grabbed the camera by the sides and brought it forward until his face was all the screen showed.
Joshua: “....Why?”
Joshua's voice then shifted back to the normal tone.
Joshua: “Because you they have guns? Because they have bombs and gang tactics? Because they grew up on the mean streets? And this is is supposed to impose fear in the hearts of men?”
Again Joshua's voice dropped to a little whisper and he asked again.
Joshua: “Why?”
Joshua didn't go back to the normal tone, but kept his voice in that little whisper but he lifted the camera up so he was looking up at it and continued.
Joshua: “Do you even know the kinds of things that lurk in the dark Jonsey? The things of things that make grown men scream and little children cower under their blankets? Why....WHY would I ever be afraid of you? You are nothing more then a remnant of all that that has gone wrong with the world since this new order of things has taken hold.
People stopped worrying about the things that can take their very soul and that fear was replaced by sheer ignorance and fear of cretins like you. Why would someone who still knows what hides in the dark be afraid of someone like you Jonsey? You are a two bit thug....and not even a very good one.
Sorry but you are not Goti or Capone. You....are nothing. A blip on the rador.....a tiny speck of sand running through the hourglass of this life.”
Joshua then grinned that mocking grin up at the camera and then from outside the frame came two beautiful hands that slid down his shoulders. Joshua lowered the camera to look him straight on and found Maiko standing behind him running her hands up and down his shoulders.
Joshua looked back and up at Maiko who grinned a bit and then leaned down and bit his lip seductively and he growled a low growl low in his throat and she purred.
Joshua: “Where have you been?”
Maiko: “With it.”
Joshua: “Oh? How was it?”
Maiko: “....Breath taking. To the brink. Right when I think...it will kill me....it does some horribly wonderful things.”
Joshua: “....Good.”
Maiko: “Come on....let us play!”
Joshua: “Let me check on our guest.”
Joshua smirked some and pushed himself from the chair as Maiko cheered and turned racing upstairs to prepare. The Dark Messiah looked after her a moment with narrowed eyes and then took the candle and began to head out.
Once he was outside he moved to the spot where Brody had been kept and it now housed a new shed had been erected and stood with the doors closed and the sound of chains gently from inside. A faint little smirk touched the corners of his lips then and he ran his hand over the length of the wood then turned and walked back to the house.
When he reached the house he looked back over his shoulder at the camera and his tone was gentle, not quite a whisper, but close.
Joshua: “.....Those things that lurk in the dark? I'll introduce you to them Jonsey. Don't worry.....you offered your soul....so I have to take it.”
Joshua offered one final grin and then turned his back on the camera and headed into the house and upstairs. He needed some time with Maiko. She spent....far to much time in the forest.
For a long moment the darkness stayed and the whispers grew more panicked. More intense and hurried. As if trying to tell some unknown warning but then the sound of a match striking against something rough and then flared to life.
The sudden appearance of the match light may blind those watching, the sudden appearance of a flash of blinding light in the darkness, after all. After a moment the wielder of the match shifted the hand down and lit the wick of a candle and the light spread around the room.
The room was small, perhaps a bedroom or small office. Pictures adorned the walls but the truly strange thing seemed to be the way that in the darkest corners of the room the shadows seemed to be moving. Shifting and curling around one another like thousands of coiling serpents. Making it appear as if the very room itself was moving.
And then of course the person sitting in the center of the room comes into frame. The black hair hanging over his face, the thick beard and the vacant eyed malevolent expression. The black silk shirt left open to show the white undershirt and the black jeans above black boots. The form of the Dark Messiah, Joshua McBride.
Before the Dark Father could say a single word a faint little “tisk” sound came from the massive from and he shook his head ever so gently and those tisk's finally followed by the faintest little chuckle and then he spoke.
Joshua: “There is a man who wants to sling insults. Who wants to trade jabs and make jokes.....”
Joshua leans forward then and a eerie shadow falls over the side of his face and he grins a bit. When he spoke again his voice was little more then a eerie whisper.
Joshua: “Your a hell of a guy to be talking about people wearing masks Jonsey. Do you know that?”
The laugh that leaves the Dark Messiah is more....giggle then laugh and he speaks on in that soft whisper.
Joshua: “.....The man who cannot speak of himself in the first person....wants to talk to someone else about identity disorders and delusions. The man who claims that I wear a mask....wears the biggest one on the roster.”
Joshua grins again and shakes his head with amusement.
Joshua: “When it's all said and done do you realize what your rambling earned you?”
Joshua leans in again and said normally.
Joshua: “Nothing.....”
Then again his voice dropped to whisper.
Joshua: “....It's earned you nothing Vince. Nothing Jonsey......”
Joshua then leans back on the chair and places his fingertips together beneath his chin a moment as he stared into the camera. After he watched a moment he spoke again in his normal tone and extended a single hand to point down to the table.
On the table sat a single, thick leather bound book. The cover was so dark it was almost undecipherable. But it looked like the face of some kind of twisted mother who was crackling a monster of a child.
Joshua: “Allow me to read you a story Jonsey....”
Joshua leans down then and pulls the book up to rest in his lap and flips the pages slowly his eyes scanning the pages and then he clicks his tongue off his teeth and nods leaning back again.
Joshua: “This is the story of a man known simply as Kelvon. You see, he lived in a beautiful tower on the hill and worshiped the old gods. The ones which came before all.....”
Joshua paused and lifted his hand to wave around him and said with burning hate.
Joshua: “....This.”
Joshua looked then back down at the book and continued.
Joshua: “He stayed faithful to who he was...and them the others came. Outsiders....none believers....people who would force themselves on him and his beautiful belief. He stayed in his home until he wouldn't take the imposed exile anymore....and then he went down unto them and renounced his belief for that of the new culture.”
Joshua looked up from the book and whispered.
Joshua: “He....is you Jonsey.”
Joshua slammed the book shut and tossed it gently down to the table and then leaned back in his chair staring at the camera.
Joshua: “....and it disgusts me Jones. Everything about you....disgusts me. From your speech to the way you walk. You are an aberration. A living, breathing, flesh representation of everything that is WRONG with this world we live in! This gansta culture....is supposed to scare people....”
Joshua suddenly shot forward and grabbed the camera by the sides and brought it forward until his face was all the screen showed.
Joshua: “....Why?”
Joshua's voice then shifted back to the normal tone.
Joshua: “Because you they have guns? Because they have bombs and gang tactics? Because they grew up on the mean streets? And this is is supposed to impose fear in the hearts of men?”
Again Joshua's voice dropped to a little whisper and he asked again.
Joshua: “Why?”
Joshua didn't go back to the normal tone, but kept his voice in that little whisper but he lifted the camera up so he was looking up at it and continued.
Joshua: “Do you even know the kinds of things that lurk in the dark Jonsey? The things of things that make grown men scream and little children cower under their blankets? Why....WHY would I ever be afraid of you? You are nothing more then a remnant of all that that has gone wrong with the world since this new order of things has taken hold.
People stopped worrying about the things that can take their very soul and that fear was replaced by sheer ignorance and fear of cretins like you. Why would someone who still knows what hides in the dark be afraid of someone like you Jonsey? You are a two bit thug....and not even a very good one.
Sorry but you are not Goti or Capone. You....are nothing. A blip on the rador.....a tiny speck of sand running through the hourglass of this life.”
Joshua then grinned that mocking grin up at the camera and then from outside the frame came two beautiful hands that slid down his shoulders. Joshua lowered the camera to look him straight on and found Maiko standing behind him running her hands up and down his shoulders.
Joshua looked back and up at Maiko who grinned a bit and then leaned down and bit his lip seductively and he growled a low growl low in his throat and she purred.
Joshua: “Where have you been?”
Maiko: “With it.”
Joshua: “Oh? How was it?”
Maiko: “....Breath taking. To the brink. Right when I think...it will kill me....it does some horribly wonderful things.”
Joshua: “....Good.”
Maiko: “Come on....let us play!”
Joshua: “Let me check on our guest.”
Joshua smirked some and pushed himself from the chair as Maiko cheered and turned racing upstairs to prepare. The Dark Messiah looked after her a moment with narrowed eyes and then took the candle and began to head out.
Once he was outside he moved to the spot where Brody had been kept and it now housed a new shed had been erected and stood with the doors closed and the sound of chains gently from inside. A faint little smirk touched the corners of his lips then and he ran his hand over the length of the wood then turned and walked back to the house.
When he reached the house he looked back over his shoulder at the camera and his tone was gentle, not quite a whisper, but close.
Joshua: “.....Those things that lurk in the dark? I'll introduce you to them Jonsey. Don't worry.....you offered your soul....so I have to take it.”
Joshua offered one final grin and then turned his back on the camera and headed into the house and upstairs. He needed some time with Maiko. She spent....far to much time in the forest.