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| The scene of the crime; Exodus Rp 3 The demise of Brent Randell! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 14 2004, 09:52 AM (39 Views) | |
| The Disciple Leon Blake | Jul 14 2004, 09:52 AM Post #1 |
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The cold draft breezes through the old, empty, dimly lit church. As mentioned by another source, the old wooden pews cast shadows upon the marble floor. The only light is supplied by a few candles randomly positioned around the church, leaving several heavily shadowed areas. A puddle of blood is situated in one of the isles. The crimson fluid becoming the focal point of the holy building, taking the attention away from the Jesus statue. The rain falls heavily outside, bouncing off the old roof like a thousand bullets. A small crack in the roofs lining begins to let water seep into the building. The small beads of water collect and start to trickle down a support beam holding up the roof. The small slither of water trickles gently along the beam, eventually coming to a halt at the base of the heavy timber sleeper. The rain trickling through the crevice remains constant, worming its way down the sleeper gathering at one point. The small reservoir collecting at the base of the support begins to over flow causing it to slowly drip down to whatever may lie below. The base of the timber support is directly above the old statue of Our Lord on the crucifix. The first drip seems to take forever falling through the silent atmosphere, cutting through it like a blade. The drips lands directly on the moss build up on the right of the statue. Another few drips fall and the moss dislodges. The small collection of water begins to trickle down the face of Christ, giving the impression that the statue was crying. Footsteps can be heard echoing throughout the church. Their source seems to be coming from one particular heavily shadowed corner of the old church. As the footsteps get louder a dark silhouette emerges from the shadows. As this mysterious figure leaves the shadows and begins to walk in the light we see it is none other than ‘The Disciple’ Leon Blake. He stops dead in his tracks next to a candle. After lowering his hood he takes the candlestick in hand and continues toward the center of the church. His path takes him directly to the blood of the slain priest. Blake takes a knee next to blood and places the candlestick down next to him. Silence fills the church, however this silence feels louder than any noise…it is a heavy silence…a man of the cloth has been brutally murdered upon holy grounds…His soul can be heard screaming, haunting the old building on the breeze that flows freely through it. Blake slowly dips his index finger into the puddle of blood. As he lifts his finger a small droplet falls back into the puddle sending ripples rushing to the very edge. Blake-“I heard every word Brent…every word…concealed in the shadows…the hunters…were actually the hunted. You and your murderous friend were in my sights Brent…I could have taken you any time, delivering swift retribution! I heard you say Brent, as you looked down upon the body of an innocent man, you shall feel no remorse for what you do to myself and Valec…I don’t ask you to feel remorse…I WANT you to feel PAIN! Previously I have said that the Cardinal sin was attacking a brother of ‘The Disciple’…however…the acts I have witnessed in this church, this holy place, this sanctuary…have made me re-consider my definition of a Cardinal sin. Brent…if this man walked the sinners path along with your damned soul, I would offer you thanks for ending his miserable life with swift retribution…however, this mans soul was pure…Brilliant white light, and you extinguished that light using a tool of his own trade.” Blake peers to his left, where the crucifix used upon the priest lies, half concealed under a pew. Blake reaches down and picks up the murder weapon. He holds the holy implement up in front of his face, noticing the blood, skin and hair entangled around one of the ends. Blake-“You truly believe you can take me out Brent…you think because you’ve murdered a frail innocent, defenseless priest, that all of a sudden, you are evil personified? (Blake chuckles to himself) I might have believed it, if the evidence didn’t state otherwise. I stood in the shadows and saw the look in your eyes Brent, you are frightened…and as for Pakelika…I wouldn’t trust him Brent…he wasn’t ready for what you just did. Murder was not the intention on his mind…or yours. Then you stand there, trying to make yourself out to be un-caring of the situation…Could you fumble your words anymore Brent? And if you were in this so called mindset…im sure you would have remembered to take the murder weapon with you…along with the body. (Blake laughs insanely) Don’t worry boys…leaving this weapon for the long arm of the law to find would mean you guys get to take the easy way out…say what you want about me…but there’s no way I could deliver the retribution you both deserve with you behind bars. No Brent…I plan to take this very crucifix with me to Exodus, although I don’t plan on using it at Exodus, it will stand in my corner, a reminder of your sins…then at Rise To Greatness, I shall show you the same courtesy you showed the old padre…Can you bleed Brent? If I was a betting man…I would bet on yes Brent…can you bleed the way the old padre did Brent…I would bet no…because the blood you stand to lose at RTG, will make this blood look like a simple nose bleed!” ‘The Disciple’ stands straight and gazes toward the crying statue. With the blood of the fallen priest still on his finger he slowly advances toward it. Blake comes in close proximity with the statue and gently tilts his head to the left, looking puzzled. He notices the water running down the cheek of the statue. With his clean hand he wipes away the tear from the cheek with his index and licks the residue from his finger. ‘The Disciple’ then smears the blood of the priest from his other finger down the face of Christ, it resembles a blood tear. Blake-“The soul standing in front of you is that of a priest, he was taken before his time. Be merciful with him, he has done no wrong…but you already know that don’t you (Blake laughs and continues to address the statue) It is said you know everything…then you’ll know that come Exodus, im going to beat Brent Randell within an inch of his worthless little murdering life…Im going to beat him on every Plateau of existence, until he clings onto the very edge of his being. There I shall leave him. He will hang on this edge…if he looks down, there he will see you, waiting to pass judgment…if he looks up, there I will stand, ready to deliver swift Retribution! He will remain in this tortuous state until Rise To Greatness, where I shall take this very crucifix, (hold the smaller crucifix up) and have it bear witness to the demise of Brent Randell and Pakelika…and when those two souls stand before you, take no pity on them despite their appearance, they will stand before you mere shells of their former selves, as myself and Valec have been blessed with Hardcore rules to aid us in our vengeance…” ‘The Disciple’ offers a grimace before turning and heading away from the statue. He stand’s over the pool of blood pulling his hood over his head once again. Blake-“I’ve spoken with your God padre…the sinners have only enraged me with their actions, I shall avenge your death with this very crucifix. You’ll meet your attackers again soon padre…soon.” Blake conceals the holy instrument under his robe and blows out the candle which he sat next to the blood pool. Darkness ensues…. |
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