St. Judge: Faith Restored.
Nov 13, 2015 11:52:27 GMT -5
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Post by Judge on Nov 13, 2015 11:52:27 GMT -5
St. Judge: Faith Restored.
DIVORCE.
"If they stand behind you,
protect them.
If they stand beside you,
respect them.
If they stand against you,
NO MERCY."
After Trauma 181 Judge returned to his home for a nights rest and to spend time with his girls before he had to go right back at it. He pulled his iron horse under the cover of the open shed, killed its rumbling engine, and as he got off he tossed his bag over his shoulder.
Tonight had been a grand success, they had won against Revelation! Half of the Hangtown horrors and the force of nature Justin Micheals! In a way they broke two fingers of the Hand.
Judge however gained more than anyone the total undying loyalty of his brother, his faith in his Lord grew stronger, and he was one more step to grabbing gold. Sweet, sweet, sweet gold that Black Hand couldn't.
Judge pushed the key into the lock, twisted the lock, and pushed the door open. It was dark inside except for the lights in the kitchen, Judge stumbled over some luggage by the key stand confused he sat his bag down and went to the kitchen.
"Amanda? Kids?" Judge called out but only one voice returned his call, "In here Jesse."
The big man entered the kitchen to see his wife sitting at the small bar with a open bottle of wine, her glass drained but quickly being refilled. Also on the table was a stack of paper she pointed to it after filling her glass, "Read dear."
Judge cocked an eyebrow but sat down anyway pulling his reading glasses out and putting them on. He then reached for the papers which he began to browse through.
Amanda wanted a DIVORCE. Judge almost couldn't believe it but deep down he knew it would come someday.
Removing his glasses he rubbed the top of his still broken nose, "What's this all about? Where are the kids?"
"At my mothers," she sipped from her glass stirring it a before, "You know exactly why with your violent outbursts and ungodly bible thumping! I refuse for the girls to be around you until you get help."
It was a quick flash of anger with a vision: Judge reached across the bar grabbing Amanda by her hair and jerking her across the bar with one tug! He then begins to choke her and she fights back as hard as she can but her tiny hands did nothing. As she begins to go limp he slams her head off the corner of the bar blood squirts from the small cave in of her skull.
"Jesse are you listening?" She broke the horrible vision.
Judge looked at her, "Will this make you happy?"
Amanda smiled a vicious deep cutting smile, "More than then world."
Judge grabs the pen beside the wine bottle and flips to the last page. His hand hovers over the line a second guess in the back of his mind, then he signs it. Jesse Lee McCoy.
"I'll get help because I still am those girls father and I love them," Judge said as Amanda gathered up the papers, "Just be happy Amanda."
Judge never watched her leave instead he climbed the stairs with a bottle of aged bourbon, turned on his shower, undressed, got in as he twisted the cap off, and with a couple pain killers he downed with the liquor Judge began his plotting.
Destroy the Hand.
Destroy Psychadelica.
HEAD IN THE CLOUDS II.
As they walked Jury whistled a tune, "Swing Low", while Judge kept his mind on their upcoming battle both against the Farson brothers and The Black Hand.
In a way the Farsons were The Black Hands counter parts, they have been pain in the asses for The Saints, reigned terror for more than a year, and on this day their destruction would come at the hands of The Saints.
Gods sweet Justice.
Judge was very proud of his big brother the way he stood toe to toe with a man he once saw as a idol. Their battle was still being echoed. Judge didn't intend to take away from that glory but after he got his hands in Billy Sadistic people might have something new to talk about for a while.
With Eira as a temporary partner they had no fear of losing at 182, she was her own force to reckon with. However, Judge nor Jury liked her at all, why? Just because she was who she was. She was The Order. Eira could be a future problem but the future is the future, this last breath is ours but the next belongs to the Lord.
"I see lights," Jury suddenly said as he dropped to a knee pulling out his binoculars, "Its all three, no four?"
Judge brought up his own this time, "Four?"
"Yeah, four," Jury scanned the whole area, "Butcher the fucking liar."
"Yeah he's like that," Judge snickered, "Don't matter they don't expect us. Let's go."
They creeped through the brush willingly put around the entire bunker as it made it hard to sneak in, but Judge was no rookie he'd seen and delt with worse in the war.
The two big men took shelter behind a jeep, they were so close they could hear the brothers talking. They were all armed and the youngest brother, the fourth brother, was the most paranoid. He kept glancing around asking them if they had heard that or seen that. His sweaty appearance, the multiple sores on his face, and lack of weight was a clear indication he was a junkie. Probably meth.
The other three brothers were all barrel chested, bearded, and mean looking. The oldest brother Becker lit a cigarette and slapped his youngest brother telling him to shut the fuck up.
"Now?" Jury asked
"Now," Judge whispered and they both popped around different sides of the jeep popping off rounds.
*POP! POP!*
BURNING THE IDOL.
Day after the assault on the Farsons...
The two brothers sat outside the Compound drinking from a case. They had escaped with no injuries except for a busted lip (Judge) and a black eye (Jury), they were in high spirits except for the fact they weren't paid yet.
They had a fire going and they were focusing on something just in front of them which Judge pointed at confused, "How long have you been making this?"
"Since I got into PCW," Jury replied with a embarrassed tone, "I didn't have a purpose brother you know this. He filled it, it was hollow, but I felt like I belonged side by side with him. With them."
Judge got up and walked to the big piece of Black Hand artwork he'd ever seen. It was pictures of them all inside and outside the ring, sketches, a shovel, and even some red hair.
"This is creepy," Judge chuckled, "But it has to be burned. False idols brother have no room in the house of the Lord."
Jury stood up and nodded. He grabbed a stick by the burn barrel and he stuck a tip of it in the fire for a mintue, "I have you now, so I have no need of this anymore."
Jury took the stick out, it was burning nicely, and after a moments hesitation he stuck it to one corner of the frame. It took a couple mintues but it caught and spread just as quick. The brothers took a step back, Jury put a arm over his brothers shoulder, and watched as it all burned.
DIVORCE.
"If they stand behind you,
protect them.
If they stand beside you,
respect them.
If they stand against you,
NO MERCY."
After Trauma 181 Judge returned to his home for a nights rest and to spend time with his girls before he had to go right back at it. He pulled his iron horse under the cover of the open shed, killed its rumbling engine, and as he got off he tossed his bag over his shoulder.
Tonight had been a grand success, they had won against Revelation! Half of the Hangtown horrors and the force of nature Justin Micheals! In a way they broke two fingers of the Hand.
Judge however gained more than anyone the total undying loyalty of his brother, his faith in his Lord grew stronger, and he was one more step to grabbing gold. Sweet, sweet, sweet gold that Black Hand couldn't.
Judge pushed the key into the lock, twisted the lock, and pushed the door open. It was dark inside except for the lights in the kitchen, Judge stumbled over some luggage by the key stand confused he sat his bag down and went to the kitchen.
"Amanda? Kids?" Judge called out but only one voice returned his call, "In here Jesse."
The big man entered the kitchen to see his wife sitting at the small bar with a open bottle of wine, her glass drained but quickly being refilled. Also on the table was a stack of paper she pointed to it after filling her glass, "Read dear."
Judge cocked an eyebrow but sat down anyway pulling his reading glasses out and putting them on. He then reached for the papers which he began to browse through.
Amanda wanted a DIVORCE. Judge almost couldn't believe it but deep down he knew it would come someday.
Removing his glasses he rubbed the top of his still broken nose, "What's this all about? Where are the kids?"
"At my mothers," she sipped from her glass stirring it a before, "You know exactly why with your violent outbursts and ungodly bible thumping! I refuse for the girls to be around you until you get help."
It was a quick flash of anger with a vision: Judge reached across the bar grabbing Amanda by her hair and jerking her across the bar with one tug! He then begins to choke her and she fights back as hard as she can but her tiny hands did nothing. As she begins to go limp he slams her head off the corner of the bar blood squirts from the small cave in of her skull.
"Jesse are you listening?" She broke the horrible vision.
Judge looked at her, "Will this make you happy?"
Amanda smiled a vicious deep cutting smile, "More than then world."
Judge grabs the pen beside the wine bottle and flips to the last page. His hand hovers over the line a second guess in the back of his mind, then he signs it. Jesse Lee McCoy.
"I'll get help because I still am those girls father and I love them," Judge said as Amanda gathered up the papers, "Just be happy Amanda."
Judge never watched her leave instead he climbed the stairs with a bottle of aged bourbon, turned on his shower, undressed, got in as he twisted the cap off, and with a couple pain killers he downed with the liquor Judge began his plotting.
Destroy the Hand.
Destroy Psychadelica.
HEAD IN THE CLOUDS II.
As they walked Jury whistled a tune, "Swing Low", while Judge kept his mind on their upcoming battle both against the Farson brothers and The Black Hand.
In a way the Farsons were The Black Hands counter parts, they have been pain in the asses for The Saints, reigned terror for more than a year, and on this day their destruction would come at the hands of The Saints.
Gods sweet Justice.
Judge was very proud of his big brother the way he stood toe to toe with a man he once saw as a idol. Their battle was still being echoed. Judge didn't intend to take away from that glory but after he got his hands in Billy Sadistic people might have something new to talk about for a while.
With Eira as a temporary partner they had no fear of losing at 182, she was her own force to reckon with. However, Judge nor Jury liked her at all, why? Just because she was who she was. She was The Order. Eira could be a future problem but the future is the future, this last breath is ours but the next belongs to the Lord.
"I see lights," Jury suddenly said as he dropped to a knee pulling out his binoculars, "Its all three, no four?"
Judge brought up his own this time, "Four?"
"Yeah, four," Jury scanned the whole area, "Butcher the fucking liar."
"Yeah he's like that," Judge snickered, "Don't matter they don't expect us. Let's go."
They creeped through the brush willingly put around the entire bunker as it made it hard to sneak in, but Judge was no rookie he'd seen and delt with worse in the war.
The two big men took shelter behind a jeep, they were so close they could hear the brothers talking. They were all armed and the youngest brother, the fourth brother, was the most paranoid. He kept glancing around asking them if they had heard that or seen that. His sweaty appearance, the multiple sores on his face, and lack of weight was a clear indication he was a junkie. Probably meth.
The other three brothers were all barrel chested, bearded, and mean looking. The oldest brother Becker lit a cigarette and slapped his youngest brother telling him to shut the fuck up.
"Now?" Jury asked
"Now," Judge whispered and they both popped around different sides of the jeep popping off rounds.
*POP! POP!*
BURNING THE IDOL.
Day after the assault on the Farsons...
The two brothers sat outside the Compound drinking from a case. They had escaped with no injuries except for a busted lip (Judge) and a black eye (Jury), they were in high spirits except for the fact they weren't paid yet.
They had a fire going and they were focusing on something just in front of them which Judge pointed at confused, "How long have you been making this?"
"Since I got into PCW," Jury replied with a embarrassed tone, "I didn't have a purpose brother you know this. He filled it, it was hollow, but I felt like I belonged side by side with him. With them."
Judge got up and walked to the big piece of Black Hand artwork he'd ever seen. It was pictures of them all inside and outside the ring, sketches, a shovel, and even some red hair.
"This is creepy," Judge chuckled, "But it has to be burned. False idols brother have no room in the house of the Lord."
Jury stood up and nodded. He grabbed a stick by the burn barrel and he stuck a tip of it in the fire for a mintue, "I have you now, so I have no need of this anymore."
Jury took the stick out, it was burning nicely, and after a moments hesitation he stuck it to one corner of the frame. It took a couple mintues but it caught and spread just as quick. The brothers took a step back, Jury put a arm over his brothers shoulder, and watched as it all burned.
