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Dreams of Cleansing the SVO; For Showdown #028
Topic Started: Jun 3 2008, 11:46 PM (116 Views)
Evil Incarnate
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The night is black, but the moon is shining brightly...

I guess this feeling is natural...

Drew Carrig stands at a balcony window, backlit by the pale light of the stars, a long shadow cast across the floor...Turning and opening the window, Carrig perches on the ledge, leans his head back, stares at the stars. As the camera pans around to behind him, it can see Carrig's back, with scars that look as if they’ve just been added recently.

A night doesn't pass without me wondering why she stayed. How much do you have to love a man to step out in the line of fire just to boost his spirits every night? How much do you have to love a man to know that he's broken so many hearts and yet set yours right on the table and tell him 'I love you?'

I loved you to Stacie.


Back on the ledge we see Carrig pacing.

One day I woke up and knew I loved her. And in one moment, I woke up and knew this is everything I wanted to do with my life. Some men mop floors for a living. Some men spend forty years behind a desk, dealing with incompetence, dealing with bosses. I'm my own boss. I control my own destiny. I hurt people for a living.

Drew looks down at the distance from the balcony to the concrete below, contemplating whether he should take the final jump into eternity.

This destiny of hurting people is all that keeps me from joining Stacie and Kerry. I know she wouldn’t accept me in that way anyways. She would want me to continue my life…and I will but I cannot continue it as the Drew Carrig that everyone has grown to know and love. This man is filled with hatred. This man is filled with death. The only thing that is left is for me to express all my hatred and all my death with the Sanctioned Violence Organisation. I’ve already exterminated the two men known as Jake Hunter and Scorpion, next to walk onto the gallows are Nanu and Peter Gilmour…

Drew’s words trail off as his eyes drift into the back of his head and once again he goes into a trance.

All I hear are screams. Silence does not seem to exist where I come from.

All I feel is pain. Happiness does not seem to exist where I come from.

All I taste is shit. Purity does not seem to exist where I come from.

All I smell is gluttony. Charity does not seem to exist where I come from.

All I see is death. Life does not seem to exist where I come from.


The camera immediately rushes into Drew Carrig’s face and in through his tear ducts. From there we see a small cloud hovering over what is believed to be his brain. From there we exit and fade in to a completely different scene. This scene is that of a church. The church is an old abandoned looking church. There are holes in the ceiling and most of the wood has a faded look. The church is empty except for one man standing in the pulpit wearing a white celebratory robe…Drew Carrig.

The cleansing of the Sanctioned Violence Organisation begins today!

The voice echoes throughout the empty church. Drew Carrig speaking loudly and boastful as if he is preaching to a cathedral full of followers.

All of us; tainted. Every being in the SVO; dirty.

Carrig pauses. His stature is more militaristic than that of a priest. His stature is that almost like of Hitler addressing the troops before the attempted extermination of six million Jews.

So perhaps I need to begin cleaning the SVO one by one but it seems as if the SVO wants me to start the cleansing hastefully. They’ve been giving me two men at a time. It started with Scorpion and Jake Hunter so perhaps I need to let everyone know that once and for all, the cleansing has begun.

Carrig reaches over and dips his hands into the marble basin.

Only water…for now.

Carrig snickers.

Soon, I will cleanse my hands in blood. The blood of the tainted. The blood of the dirty.

Carrig takes his hands from out the water.

”Xtreme Icon” Peter Gilmour is dirty. Nanu is dirty. There are those like Psyko Stevo is dirty who claims to be this SVO martyr when he knows it is truly me. What do I know of all of you? Well nothing really other than names like Nanu, “Xtreme Icon” and Psyko are some of the dumbest I’ve ever seen in my entire career. Other than that though, I apologize, but I don’t know a single thing about you. But on the same merit, what do you know about me?

A pause.

Gilmour and Nanu, all I need to know is that you two are the beginning. All of this you see right now, nothing but smoke and mirrors. You live in a fake World. I am going to renew you. I am going to rebirth you. Nanu and Gimour; you two are dirty. I will clean you. You both are naked. I will clothe you. You sinners are damned. I will save you.

Carrig breathes deeply.

This white robe, it is clean. The only thing in this damned place that is clean. But with every cleansing, I will dirty it. And before long, it will become as black as my soul. But I am fine with this. Because I am not the one who wants to be saved. I will save every man and woman in the SVO, all for self-sacrifice. A noble cause, indeed. They are beyond all hope. But every man is not.

A sadistic grin comes to the face of Drew Carrig.

There are those that may wish to bring down my noble cause. They wish to stop the cleansing, guys like Peter Gilmour and Nanu.

The grin followed by the chuckle.

To those nay-sayers, you wish to attempt to climb the mountain. Fine, I will not stop you. Make your matches. Name whatever stipulations you wish and have your way. Because cleaning you all will be one of my better accomplishments. I will be your dragon, Beowulf, so slay me. Or perhaps, in true tragic form, we will kill each other. Either way is completely fine with me. In fact, if any champion wishes, make a match with me. That would make the cleansing extra special.

Clouds rumble overhead, as Carrig stares at the sky through one of the holes in the ceiling.

The rain will fall and wipe away all of the dirt. All of the grime. I am the rain the SVO has craved for so long. I do not rain down water, but instead blood. The blood of all the disgusting and putrid sinners of the SVO. The impure of the SVO disgust me and therefore they need to be cleansed so when my life here ends, I can continue the long journey back to Stacie and Kerry.

A chuckle from Carrig. He looks up to the ceiling and he sees the rain starting to drip and fall from the holes in the ceiling.

A storm sits on the horizon…both literally and metaphorically. Call it the cleansing. The blood rain. The calamity from the skies. But know that GOD does not send this gift.

Carrig’s eyes close. He tilts his head back, breathing deep.

This is my gift to the SVO.

The image goes from the image of his head tilting back forward and into his tear ducts. We see through the tear ducts a major storm cloud gathering force inside what looks again to be a brain. These clouds are much worse…much darker than earlier. The camera slowly pans back and out from the tear ducts and we are back to Drew Carrig on the balcony. Almost as if the church scene was a dream sequence he had while in his trance. Drew Carrig looks down again at the concrete below. He looks straight ahead, almost staring into the camera, staring a hole right through those watching him, through his upcoming opponents, and smiles. Drew turns and walks into the room as the scene comes to a close.
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