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| demonhunter76 | Jun 13 2008, 05:58 AM Post #1 |
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Death's Servant in waiting
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-Prelude- When we last left Peter Gilmour, he was in the hospital in Dublin, Ireland. After getting a rather unpleasant diagnosis from the doctor, Peter went into a verbal tirade bashing the doctor and even his lovely girlfriend Rose Smith. Rose has now gone alone to Brazil as Peter reached for his phone to call someone we do not know. [The scene opens in the same room you were in as we last ended. Room 606. I reach for my phone and in a complete daze, I start to dial. The phone begins to ring, but there is no answer. A message comes, up on the phone.] Voice: The party you attempting to reach is unable to come to the phone at this moment, after the tone, please lea... [Fuck, I hate recording...I decided to hang up. because there was no sense in leaving a voice message on the phone. I start to think, I am sick of this hell hole hospital, I want a night of rest in a real bed for one night at least. I dial up a local cab company, and order a cab a for pick up. After several minutes, I was escorted to the parking lot, where a guy with red but almost orange, hair, is waiting for me. I stand from the wheelchair and sign my release papers. You cannot hold me in this place, I think, and smile...God, I cannot remember anything else...] Several Hours Later... [The light of the moon pans through the blinds, disturbing my mind from a rest to a wonder. The headaches are getting worse, as I sit up in the bed, and rub my forehead, attempting to ease some of the pain. I reach into the nightstand, still dark as hell, and I feel around, for the bottle of pills given to me by the doctor. His directions were to take two as needed for pain, but I will pop four, and chase it with a hard shot or two of whiskey, should do the trick. I open the bottle, and slowly dump out four of the pills into my hand, and toss them into my mouth, but not swallowing. I place the lid back on the bottle, and toss it back into the drawer, shutting it afterwards. I grab the bottle of whiskey off the nightstand and hold my breath as I just drink what I can withstand in a short period. The face I make, from the taste of the harsh whiskey, and the burning feeling down my throat, is something I can hardly describe. I sit there, with what feels like a marching band playing halftime in my head, as a million thoughts race, and slowly I black in and out, unsure of what flows out my mouth. I may have said some bad things to Rose, but she knows who I am. She will eventually get over it. If she can't, well that's her problem. A change is needed. I cannot go on like this anymore.] Peter: Let me tell you a little story from my childhood. Back then, when I sat in school, I never said much. I was always teased, it did not matter by who. Jocks, geeks, teachers, it didn't matter. I was always the class clown. All the kids found humor in my sorrow. Tears I shed, for the pain and torture I was forced to suffer. It has scorn me for life. Nothing has ever taken me back to these thoughts, that is until now. I have become the laughing stock of this promotion, and last week no one even lent me a hand or attempted to make a save. I was a former Hardcore Champion here in the sVo and by God I will become World Champion someday. Yeah, you all fucking laugh. Peter is a joke, nothing more than some clown. This mask I wear on my face is just a shell of what I really am..Does it fucking look like I am laughing? I know what you expect, "TO THE XTREME," but oh no. Fuck that, you made that Gilmour disappear, and now, you are forced to face the image before you. Where I plan on taking you, is beyond what I can say. A million and one different words used to described the same or almost the same thing, and nothing compares to this place. A place where what you know as evil, is actually good, and good dies before it ever makes it ten feet in the door. Where torment and suffering is done for sexual pleasure, and normally you pay a high price to feel that. A place where your drink of choice is 190 proof white lightning, and wounds are healed with salt. This is a place I once remember, when I finally refused to take the shit I was being dished! And now, here I am, stuck in the same position. Forced to keep those I love at a distance, because I do not even trust myself around them. I am not to blame for the massive amount of carnage I will cause. men cannot blame me for what they must endure at my hands. For I am just what you wanted me to be, why are you not happy with that? Oh that's right, you cannot laugh at me and call me a fucking joke anymore. It's not so fucking funny when the shoe is on the other foot isn't it? LAUGH NOW BITCHES, LAUGH! (starts to cry somewhat) Laugh...Exactly, NOW YOU KNOW MY PAIN...Now, you feel my torment...And soon, you will suffer the same as I did. If I must destroy everything in my path, just to get to where I need to be, to get my hands around the fucking throat of a man who I hold to blame, then destruction is only a mere task for me to complete. I have to deal with this, and now, SO MUST ALL OF YOU! After I win this so called "Tournament" I will show the sVo, NO the WORLD that the Peter Gilmour everyone knew back then, is all but gone. Soon, very soon you will all see why I will be the most feared entity in ALL of the sVo. My competitors better bring it, because this Sunday, I am going to win and then go on to regain something that is rightfully mine. I can taste the gold on my fingers. I HAVE to win this match and then.. AND ONLY THEN will I get my revenge on those bastards who awoke the sleeping demon. To stomach the thoughts of being anything less than what you may fear, is starting to cause butterflies of a sick type. I'm not just a mere man, I'm merely the man you fear at this point. Fear is a four letter word, I know what you say. So is dead, so is kill, so please explain to me, why you mock the four letters? But the other two four letter words, you won't touch. I give you a four letter word about one of my opponents, HYPE. Too much, and not enough to back it up. You should have stayed out of this, but now, I give you something you have been missing, a loss...Sit down Bitches!, before I show you who the star in this country is! Go Go Gadget PRICK! Oh, sorry, wrong show...Oh, that is right, you are a joke just like Gadget, that is why I picture you to be him, instead! Don't worry, secret agent man, I do not see anyone you are making HORNY! And your mojo, well, it's never been there to start with. I have just one thing left to say, or maybe sing...As I feel like I have no control of what flows from my mouth. Teenage Mutan Ninja Turtles, TURTLES IN A HATCH SHELL, TURTLE POWER! It's Super Shredder! [Oh man, the room is spinning out of control. I suddenly feel like I am on a mere go round that was stuck on mach one, and the brakes are broke/ I lay back down as fast as possible, as pain is something I am missing now. Suddenly, I am very sleepy, I start to doze off, as does everything else in this matter!] |
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