Post by jesterslaugh on Dec 12, 2007 0:27:00 GMT -5
Flipping open my Zippo takes some work with my arm bleeding so heavily, but it is worth it once I suck in that first hit of nicotine. My legs feel heavy, must be from the blood loss, 
it. This is what I have been waiting for. I wipe the blood out of my eye, I want to be able to see each detail of this moment. I relight my Zippo one more time and watch the flame dance from the top of the lighter. Merry Christmas bunghole, the Zippo flies out of my hand into the driver’s side window and I watch as the flame hit’s the gasoline pool on the seat. The fire erupts immediately, quickly the whole car is one giant fireball. Nothing will ever compare to this moment, the feeling of the fire against my face, the blood on my hands, the pure ecstasy of the moment is intoxicating. Suddenly I hear a cold laugh echoing around the empty field, I slowly realize that is coming from my own lips, and boy does it feel good. I take another drag from my cigarette as I watch the body burn.[/b]
3 Weeks Earlier[/b]
Normal people sicken me. I watch them daily, buying groceries, reading papers, feeding pigeons, slapping their children. Their normal actions just sicken me. They walk around thinking that their life’s are significant, when really they are a speck on the road, a dot amongst millions. They try to pretend that they matter, you can see it in the way they walk, how they hold their head up high as they travel along the street, today is no different. I walk this street often, passing the shops and parks just filled to the brim with these insects and everyday I feel the bloodlust grow. Nothing has been the same for me since I gained control, everyday when I look at these people I don’t even see a human anymore, all I see is the fun I could have as I bathe in their blood. Enjoying hearing their cries of pain as I slowly destroy their hopes and dreams by taking the one thing from them that they hold precious. Their life.[/b]
Person: Excuse me sir do you have to smoke that cigarette right here
My blood is already boiling at the though of one of them speaking to me, but I turn slowly to find a squat old woman sitting on a bus stop bench. Her eyes tell the whole story, she is a broken old woman, alone, sad, and with nothing better to do than bitch at people that are doing things she considers to be disgusting. Who would miss her if I just took her away right now, would anybody even notice that she was gone, or would she just disappear without anybody giving two craps. The thoughts fly around my mind at breakneck speeds all the while she just sits there and stares at me smoking my cigarette. I take another long drag on the cigarette before I drop it onto the concrete and stamp it out.[/b]
Old Lady: Thank you sir, I’m glad to see there are some people in this world who still listen to their elders.
She doesn’t even notice as I pull the pack out of my pocket. I take my time as I pull one from the pack, her face scrunches into one of anger as I slowly light it and take a drag from it.[/b]
Old Lady: You are about the rudest person I have ever seen in my life.
DC: Rude? You know what I find rude, when people are doing nothing to bother somebody else and they just decide that they would like to intrude upon that person’s day by pushing their morals and beliefs down on them. By telling them what they should and shouldn’t do. Sure they mask it with a shred of courtesy, they throw in a sir here, a please there. But really all they are doing is destroying my ability to enjoy my life within the bounds of the constitution. And sometimes outside the bounds.
My mouth curls into a insidious smile, as her face turns into one of confusion. I love doing this to people, pushing them to the limits of their ability to deal. At this point she has two choices of what to do, she can either stand up and walk away and forget this ever happened, or she can try and take another stand against me. These are the moments I cherish, watching their inner turmoil over what to do. She turns her eyes away from me quickly and I watch as she digs in her handbag. Maybe she is going for a weapon, if that isn’t a reason to take her down I don’t know what one is. She disappoints me as a watch a Kleenex come with her hand as she withdraws it from the bag. She quickly stands and turns away from me. Time for the last word. I grab her arm, she turns back to me with a look of rage.[/b]
DC: And now miss, if I could ask a favor of you.
The rage that was in her eyes now has dissolved and is easily replaced by the fear she is feeling.[/b]
DC: Don’t ever try and tell somebody what they should do again. Because you never know what kind of psycho you could be talking to.
The smoke exits my lips and hits her square in the face, and I let go with a smile. Never have I seen an old lady move faster than this one away from me. The feeling of joy inside me is enormous and the feeling of making a person squirm quells my bloodlust. I continue the walk down the street, bumping into random people here and there, watching as they turn to say something but quickly shut their mouths. The front door of my apartment building comes quicker than I expected and I step through the door. I see my neighbor standing right inside the door and she quickly hurries away, they all tend to avoid me now, probably a safe course for them. I reach my door quickly and open it to find a brown envelope on the floor right inside the door. Hmm I guess somebody is leaving me secret messages, the envelope doesn’t seem to have any markings on the outside. I open it to find a single sheet of white paper with these words on it.
I’ve found the man you wanted me to. Meet me at my office tomorrow and I will give you the information.
Signed,
Mr. Hale
Oh now this is good news. I find a renewed feeling of bloodlust thinking of Todd. Mr. Hale you have just officially made my day.[/b]
Message To Reverend Shadow
People often turn to Reverends for advice, for counseling, for money, people look to Reverends for many reasons. But tonight Reverend Shadow I’m not going to be turning to you for any of those things. Tonight Reverend I’m turning to you for one thing.
Blood.
I’m turning to you to watch you bleed, to watch you squirm in pain. to hear you submit. Tonight I’m looking to make a name for myself. For you see tonight might just be another night to you. Another match with another faceless jobber, but you see tonight you won’t be stepping into the ring with a normal man. You are stepping into the ring with a monster, a man without a conscious, a man with a taste for blood. Tonight you are stepping into a snake pit with a cobra and you are the field mouse.
So I put this warning to you right now Reverend Shadow, do not step into that ring with me tonight, unless you are willing to wipe your own blood off the canvas, to spend weeks on the shelf. Do not step into that ring tonight thinking that you will walk out the same person, because after I am done with you, you will be a broken, bleeding man. And I’m not even doing this because I dislike you, I’m doing this because I can and you are in my way.
it. This is what I have been waiting for. I wipe the blood out of my eye, I want to be able to see each detail of this moment. I relight my Zippo one more time and watch the flame dance from the top of the lighter. Merry Christmas bunghole, the Zippo flies out of my hand into the driver’s side window and I watch as the flame hit’s the gasoline pool on the seat. The fire erupts immediately, quickly the whole car is one giant fireball. Nothing will ever compare to this moment, the feeling of the fire against my face, the blood on my hands, the pure ecstasy of the moment is intoxicating. Suddenly I hear a cold laugh echoing around the empty field, I slowly realize that is coming from my own lips, and boy does it feel good. I take another drag from my cigarette as I watch the body burn.[/b]3 Weeks Earlier[/b]
Normal people sicken me. I watch them daily, buying groceries, reading papers, feeding pigeons, slapping their children. Their normal actions just sicken me. They walk around thinking that their life’s are significant, when really they are a speck on the road, a dot amongst millions. They try to pretend that they matter, you can see it in the way they walk, how they hold their head up high as they travel along the street, today is no different. I walk this street often, passing the shops and parks just filled to the brim with these insects and everyday I feel the bloodlust grow. Nothing has been the same for me since I gained control, everyday when I look at these people I don’t even see a human anymore, all I see is the fun I could have as I bathe in their blood. Enjoying hearing their cries of pain as I slowly destroy their hopes and dreams by taking the one thing from them that they hold precious. Their life.[/b]
Person: Excuse me sir do you have to smoke that cigarette right here
My blood is already boiling at the though of one of them speaking to me, but I turn slowly to find a squat old woman sitting on a bus stop bench. Her eyes tell the whole story, she is a broken old woman, alone, sad, and with nothing better to do than bitch at people that are doing things she considers to be disgusting. Who would miss her if I just took her away right now, would anybody even notice that she was gone, or would she just disappear without anybody giving two craps. The thoughts fly around my mind at breakneck speeds all the while she just sits there and stares at me smoking my cigarette. I take another long drag on the cigarette before I drop it onto the concrete and stamp it out.[/b]
Old Lady: Thank you sir, I’m glad to see there are some people in this world who still listen to their elders.
She doesn’t even notice as I pull the pack out of my pocket. I take my time as I pull one from the pack, her face scrunches into one of anger as I slowly light it and take a drag from it.[/b]
Old Lady: You are about the rudest person I have ever seen in my life.
DC: Rude? You know what I find rude, when people are doing nothing to bother somebody else and they just decide that they would like to intrude upon that person’s day by pushing their morals and beliefs down on them. By telling them what they should and shouldn’t do. Sure they mask it with a shred of courtesy, they throw in a sir here, a please there. But really all they are doing is destroying my ability to enjoy my life within the bounds of the constitution. And sometimes outside the bounds.
My mouth curls into a insidious smile, as her face turns into one of confusion. I love doing this to people, pushing them to the limits of their ability to deal. At this point she has two choices of what to do, she can either stand up and walk away and forget this ever happened, or she can try and take another stand against me. These are the moments I cherish, watching their inner turmoil over what to do. She turns her eyes away from me quickly and I watch as she digs in her handbag. Maybe she is going for a weapon, if that isn’t a reason to take her down I don’t know what one is. She disappoints me as a watch a Kleenex come with her hand as she withdraws it from the bag. She quickly stands and turns away from me. Time for the last word. I grab her arm, she turns back to me with a look of rage.[/b]
DC: And now miss, if I could ask a favor of you.
The rage that was in her eyes now has dissolved and is easily replaced by the fear she is feeling.[/b]
DC: Don’t ever try and tell somebody what they should do again. Because you never know what kind of psycho you could be talking to.
The smoke exits my lips and hits her square in the face, and I let go with a smile. Never have I seen an old lady move faster than this one away from me. The feeling of joy inside me is enormous and the feeling of making a person squirm quells my bloodlust. I continue the walk down the street, bumping into random people here and there, watching as they turn to say something but quickly shut their mouths. The front door of my apartment building comes quicker than I expected and I step through the door. I see my neighbor standing right inside the door and she quickly hurries away, they all tend to avoid me now, probably a safe course for them. I reach my door quickly and open it to find a brown envelope on the floor right inside the door. Hmm I guess somebody is leaving me secret messages, the envelope doesn’t seem to have any markings on the outside. I open it to find a single sheet of white paper with these words on it.
I’ve found the man you wanted me to. Meet me at my office tomorrow and I will give you the information.
Signed,
Mr. Hale
Oh now this is good news. I find a renewed feeling of bloodlust thinking of Todd. Mr. Hale you have just officially made my day.[/b]
Message To Reverend Shadow
People often turn to Reverends for advice, for counseling, for money, people look to Reverends for many reasons. But tonight Reverend Shadow I’m not going to be turning to you for any of those things. Tonight Reverend I’m turning to you for one thing.
Blood.
I’m turning to you to watch you bleed, to watch you squirm in pain. to hear you submit. Tonight I’m looking to make a name for myself. For you see tonight might just be another night to you. Another match with another faceless jobber, but you see tonight you won’t be stepping into the ring with a normal man. You are stepping into the ring with a monster, a man without a conscious, a man with a taste for blood. Tonight you are stepping into a snake pit with a cobra and you are the field mouse.
So I put this warning to you right now Reverend Shadow, do not step into that ring with me tonight, unless you are willing to wipe your own blood off the canvas, to spend weeks on the shelf. Do not step into that ring tonight thinking that you will walk out the same person, because after I am done with you, you will be a broken, bleeding man. And I’m not even doing this because I dislike you, I’m doing this because I can and you are in my way.
