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Prelude to RTG; Blake and Valec
Topic Started: Jul 12 2004, 06:22 PM (55 Views)
The Disciple Leon Blake
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who is he? He runs…he runs fast. He must run fast, for the consequences would be dire if he were apprehended…and rightly so. He is a criminal, and he runs from the law. Swarms of blue flashing lights dart about like firefly, tracking his every move. A stray shadow against a wall draws them closer to his position. The acid build up in his legs eats away at his muscles like a cancer…but the pace remains the same. Where is the one place he can find sanctuary? A bell tolls in a neighbouring area…His goal is now clear…to reach the source of the tolling bell…Sanctuary…The house of the lord…The old Church. Leaping walls and scaling fences he draws ever closer to his safe haven…however, the eyes of the law aren’t the only ones taking an interest in the whereabouts of this despicable individual tonight…As he darts through the cemetery at the back of the old church, two figures catch his eye standing under the old oak. He only catches a small glimpse of the two shadows. One considerably large, the other a little taller than himself. The vagrant makes a dive to the ground in order to hide himself from the two figures. He crawls behind a tombstone large enough to conceal him. He pauses in fright, listening to identify any footsteps or other noise….Apart from the faint sound of sirens, only silence lingers on the cold damp night air. He peers over the top of the tombstone over to the old oak…Nothing...was it his imagination? Has the sheer amount of adrenaline coursing through his retched veins affected his vision in some way? Not far now…he eyes up the entrance to the church and in one last bid for freedom makes his move…”Made it!”

The criminal stumbles into the reception of the old church. The peaceful sound of the organ is polluted by the sound of sirens drawing ever near. The criminal props himself up against the old wooden door and tries to regain his breath…and his composure. The felon chuckles away to himself, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his jeans pocket. He lights up a smoke and proceeds into the church. He slowly walks around the building, inspecting every crucifix, image of god and candlestick as he goes. An elderly woman sits comfortably playing away on the grand organ. She notices the delinquent smoking inside the hold building and can’t believe her eyes. She pauses in shock, mouth gaping at this man showing blatant disrespect for the church. Before she can say anything the criminal locks eyes onto her. With a very intimidating glare he addresses her.

Thug-“Problem lady? ...Say, your pretty good on that thing…you play any MegaDeth?”

The felon begins to laugh as the organ player looks away in fear and continues to play. His presence unwanted near the organ, he moves toward the alter. He stands square on staring at the huge crucifix hanging above the alter.

Thug-“Rather you than me dude…see that’s difference between me and you…you got caught!”

He bursts into laughter, flicking his cigarette ash onto the church floor. Suddenly a cold chill runs down his spine and it’s almost as it whispering can be heard on the draft passing through the church. The villain pivots quickly on the spot glancing quickly around the church. The whispering prompts every hair on his body to stand on end. The creaking sound of the old wooden door echoes throughout the old building spooking the perp even more. He drops his cigarette and bolts for the nearest door. He reads the small plate on the door…it reads… Confession. The thug quietly closes the door behind him. He sits perfectly still on the small stool, his breath quivering with fear. After a few seconds he hears rustling from the other side of a grill inside the confession box.

Priest-“Good evening. I trust you are here to repent my child…the lord listens with open ears and an open heart.”

The thug looks puzzled for a moment.

Thug-“Yeah whatever father…im not in the mood to talk right now.”

Priest-“Well my son, take all the time you need, and remember, The Lord forgives all his children.”

Thug-“(laughs) Yeah well he’d have to be in a pretty forgiving mood as far as im concerned father.”

Priest-“You’d be surprised my son.”

Thug-“ Ok father, how’s this…I just been selling drugs in some nightclub, and im not talking about no pot here…im talking the hard shit…then one guy didn’t pay up, so I just shot him…right in the chest father…im talking point bank put a hole in your chest shit, not some graze! You think your god is gonna forgive that...huh…even if HE does, im sure the long arm of the law wont!”

Silence ensues.

Thug-“Oh…you shut up now…and don’t think I never went to church with my mommy when I was a kid…I been in one of these boxes before and I know whatever I tell you is in complete confidence…wanna hear more father?”

Again, there is a silence. The silence is broken by rustling and the opening of the door on the priest’s side. The thug begins to worry, thinking the old priest has went to contact the police and alert them to his wear about’s. The thug reaches for the door…it appears locked. The criminal tugs sharply on door several times…each time his heart racing with fear that little bit more. Rustling is heard again from the priest’s box.

Thug-“That you old man?”

An unfamiliar voice answers back.

?-“Im still here…My child…now, where were we? "

The thug seems confused by the change in voice and becomes aggressive.

Thug-“Oh you think this is funny…I ain’t no fool man…this ain’t the same guy I was talking to before…let me tell you something”

The perp is abruptly cut off by the mysterious voice.

?-“ NO…let me tell you something, you…MY CHILD…whether you realise it or not…you are walking the sinners path! (thug is taken back by the aggressive reply) I have heard your confession…and you penance…12 hail Mary’s…and SWIFT RETRIBUTION!

No sooner can the perp react; the small grill separating the two boxes implodes as a fist drives its way through. The thug manages to dodge the initial blow, but the hand remains in his box. It grabs hold of the thug by his jacket lapels. Who ever resides in the priest’s box begins to pull the perp repeatedly towards them, driving the thug face first into the wall. Time after time the criminal’s face meets the cold concrete wall. Blood stains the wall where his face is being driven into it, his face a crimson mask. The gloved hand releases its grip and disappears back through the hole where the grill once stood. The door to the confessions box falls ajar. The perp, disorientated, fumbles his way out of the box, falling at the feet of his attacker…A hooded Character stands above the criminal. The perp notices that this mysterious man is too wearing a priests collar. Stood to the right and slightly behind this man is a huge framed guy wearing an ankle length black jacket. This huge man offers a sinister smile to the wounded. Upon smiling, it appears this man has what can only be described as…Fangs. The duo towering before the thug are none other than ‘The Disciple’ Leon Blake and his comrade in arms and fellow Mercenary ‘Valec’. Blake reaches down and picks up the felon by the throat. His face remains shadowed by his hood.

Blake-“As I was saying vermin…you walk the sinners path, unfortunately for you, it is coming to an end before your very eyes.

Blake drags the bloody mess over to the alter. He twists the perp’s arm behind his back in a hammer lock and makes him look upon the crucifix.

Blake-“Are you willing to bleed for your god? Are you willing to except your retribution like a man? Are you willing to part ways with your cursed soul?

The perp screams the word no as Blake forces him toward the alter. Valec stands behind with a sadistic smile on his face as Blake man handles the perp up onto the alter. Blake hoists the thug onto his feet, both men stand atop the alter. ‘The Disciple’ delivers two vicious fore arm blows before placing the stunned felon’s head in between his legs. Blake hooks the arms up and turns to look upon the crucifix. ‘Its as if Blake and the crucifix have an understanding as an air of tranquillity falls upon the old church. The tranquillity is broken by the sound of the bell up in the tower tolling. Valec hears the bell and his eyes widen. He begins to laugh insanely as he looks upon Blake who proceeds to drive the felon face first into the alter with the ‘Dead To Rights’. The ‘The Disciple’ rolls off the alter leaving the fallen perp comatose and lying face first in his own blood upon the alter. Valec still laughs like a mad man as Blake again looks upon the crucifix. After a few moments Blake nods at the figurine and turns to leave. On his way out he notices the priest quivering in shock on the cold stone floor of the church. He pauses in his tracks.

Blake-“Padre…that’s one more sinner off the streets…tell your god, that soon…I have another two for him, he will know these souls as they stand before him battered and bloodied…their faces swollen, every orifice seeping claret…he will know, they are Pakelika and Brent Randell…the fools who tried to fight their redemption…and he will know upon banishing their cursed souls, that they were laid ‘Dead To Rights’ by ‘The Disciple’…Leon Blake, and Sacrificed by the darkest of all evils, Valec.

The priest stays curled up in a foetal position up against a wall on the stone floor as the duo leave the old church…the bell still tolling.
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