Hunters In The Night Part 4: Dark Times
Apr 18, 2016 7:46:22 GMT -5
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Post by Alexa Black on Apr 18, 2016 7:46:22 GMT -5
Post match a gleeful Alexa Black is sitting in a high back leather chair in her dressing room with a glass of red
Shiraz swirling inside a big wine glass. Her night had been a complete success despite PCW management's repeated attempts to thwart her intentions.
But those incompetent peons only delayed the inevitable as Non Compos Mentis and the hooded stranger who turned out to be,to even Alexa's surprise former PCW superstar Rick Majors were utterly destroyed. No mercy was given and they were taken out according to her will.
For three weeks Majors had been sneaking around and interfering in her business. But not this week, this week he got trapped like a rat and crushed like the vermin he is.
Despite being on an incredible high the evenings activity had taken a physical toll and her eyes slowly shut and her body goes limp as she gives in to physical exhaustion and falls asleep where a vivid memory becomes a dream that plays back showing Alexa another forgotten memory....
A chilly overcast night finds Alexa Black still in the back of a van once more her hands and feet tied tightly to ensure that there is absolutely no chance she will escape. The van is cold steel with no flooring which doesn't make her rough ride any easier.
Jackson Wade sits hunched down beside her. He looks at her and shakes his head. He can't believe the events of the past two days. The things he's seen and heard defy logical explanation. This woman shouldn't even exist. This "Cleric" as he called himself said that she was not of this earth and that she was more than the ordinary police could handle.
Having deal with her for the last 6 months he knew this to be true. She had already murdered police officers FBI agents and Homeland security. They had tried to capture her after a series of unsolved ATF crimes in the US and Mexico led them to her.
They chased her over the border and back into the US and tracked her to somewhere in LA. After 6 weeks they picked up her trail and cornered her and in the ensuing war even more lives were lost. She was a remorseless killer. But a demon??
How could that be possible? Only in TV and movies do demons come to life with the help of Hollywood.
Everything he thought he knew was being questioned.
Speeding back into downtown which is looked over by buildings over 30 stories and the bright lights of LA, the van roars through traffic like an enraged bull doing speeds that are definitely illegal. Blurring through the city and out the other side the road turns into highway. At this time of night the traffic is sparse with only the odd set of headlights passing the travellers by
"So where are we taking her?" The question from Bashoi broke the silence that had been hanging over the long journey. His face is weary and his eyes sunken from lack of sleep. But he knew that any physical issues he had paled in comparison to what would happen if Alexa got loose again. He couldn't allow that to happen.
Jackson climbed into the passenger seat from the back and click ls his seatbelt into place looking down he sees the cup holders occupied by two cups of hot coffee. Grabbing one he swigs it and sighs. The caffeine rush is just what he needed.
"Ok I found a place that is safe and secure and no one will think to look there for her. They can keep her doped up and under lock and key never to be released."
Balshoi doesn't take his eyes off the road but nods and continues the conversation as he drives.
"So where is this place? And how do we know it's secure enough to hold her for good?"
A look of uncertainty crosses his face as the words come out of his mouth. His tone evident with worry.
"Coalinga State Hospital.... It's a maximum security facility built to ensure that sexually violent predators stay out of the community.
He reaches down and opens the glovebox pulling out a black and white pamphlet before unfolding it and reading aloud the contents.
"The hospital houses 850 sexual predators and 200 mentally disordered offenders. The hospital is located at the edge of the Coastal Mountain Range in the heart of California just outside the City of Coalinga. It is next to Pleasant Valley State Prison."
She will never get put of there and the sort of people she will come into contact with will make her look like a Sunday school teacher."
He throws the pamphlet back in the glovebox and shuts it. He looks back over his shoulder at the still trussed up Alexa and laughs.
"You hear that you sick fuck? Your going to a place that's custom made for sick fucks like you. You can rot in there for the rest of your life."
The journey comes to an end as they pull up to Coalinga State Hospital and a guard walks up to them. A burly bald man with a granite jaw and chiseled features comes around to the passenger side door and knocks on it. Jackson winds down the window and shows the guard his badge.
"Jackson Wade... I called ahead . I have your newest prisoner."
The man peers in the back and sees Alexa tied up and nods but doesn't say anything about it.
"Yeah I know. Just get her inside and we will take care of the rest."
He points up the driveway and goes back to his post. Driving on they come to a huge gate that slides open and after they dive in slams shut behind them. Stopping at a set of large double doors the two men get out of the van and walk around to the back flinging the door open.
"Right time to put this bitch away"
He throws her over his shoulder before slamming the door shut and strolling through the double doors.
He dumps her with a thud at the feet of two large orderlies and tells them simply
"This is the special prisoner you've been told about. Lock her up and make sure she doesn't EVER get out. Put her in 24 hour isolation and keep her doped up to the eyeballs."
They nod and drag Alexa away as Wade watches. He turns to the hooded Cleric saying
"Right. Now she's safe what say you and I go our separate ways? I've seen enough shit to last me for a long while."
He nods and replies
"Yes. For now we will but I have a feeling we will meet again some day"
He bows and strolls off leaving Wade alone. Then after a minute or two he leaves.
"Alexa? ALEXA?"
A loud voice snaps her out and she awakes startled but still groggy. Looking around she sees her fellow Darkness members in front of her looking concerned.
"You ok boss?" Alexander asks as he pops open a black can of Southern Comfort and Cola before taking a sip and putting the can down on a table.
"Yes I am fine." She replies "I just dozed off for a minute. So as you know this week was a great success due to not only my planning but to the fact that when we went out there we were a cohesive unit.
United and utterly destructive. That is what we are all about. We took out NCM because he was a nosy interfering fuck and he got EXACTLY what he deserved. Same goes for that sneaky rat Rick Majors. He wasn't so tough once he stopped hiding in the shadows and faced us man to man.
But this week is different. This week we hunt much larger and more dangerous prey. This is a man I have come to know well in my two years here in PCW. He and I have gone to war more than once and he does have a few victories over me but now that annoying fact is going to change. You three are going to help me to humble Jury. I know he's going to run his mouth and say a whole lotta shit about me but you know what? All that matters in the end is who wins. And this time I will not loose. Remember by any means nesssecary. Do not hesitate. I want to slaughter him. He's NEXT."
She picks up a picture of Jury and holds it over a black candle setting it alight before dropping it into a bin watching it burn all the while with a wicked smile.
Shiraz swirling inside a big wine glass. Her night had been a complete success despite PCW management's repeated attempts to thwart her intentions.
But those incompetent peons only delayed the inevitable as Non Compos Mentis and the hooded stranger who turned out to be,to even Alexa's surprise former PCW superstar Rick Majors were utterly destroyed. No mercy was given and they were taken out according to her will.
For three weeks Majors had been sneaking around and interfering in her business. But not this week, this week he got trapped like a rat and crushed like the vermin he is.
Despite being on an incredible high the evenings activity had taken a physical toll and her eyes slowly shut and her body goes limp as she gives in to physical exhaustion and falls asleep where a vivid memory becomes a dream that plays back showing Alexa another forgotten memory....
A chilly overcast night finds Alexa Black still in the back of a van once more her hands and feet tied tightly to ensure that there is absolutely no chance she will escape. The van is cold steel with no flooring which doesn't make her rough ride any easier.
Jackson Wade sits hunched down beside her. He looks at her and shakes his head. He can't believe the events of the past two days. The things he's seen and heard defy logical explanation. This woman shouldn't even exist. This "Cleric" as he called himself said that she was not of this earth and that she was more than the ordinary police could handle.
Having deal with her for the last 6 months he knew this to be true. She had already murdered police officers FBI agents and Homeland security. They had tried to capture her after a series of unsolved ATF crimes in the US and Mexico led them to her.
They chased her over the border and back into the US and tracked her to somewhere in LA. After 6 weeks they picked up her trail and cornered her and in the ensuing war even more lives were lost. She was a remorseless killer. But a demon??
How could that be possible? Only in TV and movies do demons come to life with the help of Hollywood.
Everything he thought he knew was being questioned.
Speeding back into downtown which is looked over by buildings over 30 stories and the bright lights of LA, the van roars through traffic like an enraged bull doing speeds that are definitely illegal. Blurring through the city and out the other side the road turns into highway. At this time of night the traffic is sparse with only the odd set of headlights passing the travellers by
"So where are we taking her?" The question from Bashoi broke the silence that had been hanging over the long journey. His face is weary and his eyes sunken from lack of sleep. But he knew that any physical issues he had paled in comparison to what would happen if Alexa got loose again. He couldn't allow that to happen.
Jackson climbed into the passenger seat from the back and click ls his seatbelt into place looking down he sees the cup holders occupied by two cups of hot coffee. Grabbing one he swigs it and sighs. The caffeine rush is just what he needed.
"Ok I found a place that is safe and secure and no one will think to look there for her. They can keep her doped up and under lock and key never to be released."
Balshoi doesn't take his eyes off the road but nods and continues the conversation as he drives.
"So where is this place? And how do we know it's secure enough to hold her for good?"
A look of uncertainty crosses his face as the words come out of his mouth. His tone evident with worry.
"Coalinga State Hospital.... It's a maximum security facility built to ensure that sexually violent predators stay out of the community.
He reaches down and opens the glovebox pulling out a black and white pamphlet before unfolding it and reading aloud the contents.
"The hospital houses 850 sexual predators and 200 mentally disordered offenders. The hospital is located at the edge of the Coastal Mountain Range in the heart of California just outside the City of Coalinga. It is next to Pleasant Valley State Prison."
She will never get put of there and the sort of people she will come into contact with will make her look like a Sunday school teacher."
He throws the pamphlet back in the glovebox and shuts it. He looks back over his shoulder at the still trussed up Alexa and laughs.
"You hear that you sick fuck? Your going to a place that's custom made for sick fucks like you. You can rot in there for the rest of your life."
The journey comes to an end as they pull up to Coalinga State Hospital and a guard walks up to them. A burly bald man with a granite jaw and chiseled features comes around to the passenger side door and knocks on it. Jackson winds down the window and shows the guard his badge.
"Jackson Wade... I called ahead . I have your newest prisoner."
The man peers in the back and sees Alexa tied up and nods but doesn't say anything about it.
"Yeah I know. Just get her inside and we will take care of the rest."
He points up the driveway and goes back to his post. Driving on they come to a huge gate that slides open and after they dive in slams shut behind them. Stopping at a set of large double doors the two men get out of the van and walk around to the back flinging the door open.
"Right time to put this bitch away"
He throws her over his shoulder before slamming the door shut and strolling through the double doors.
He dumps her with a thud at the feet of two large orderlies and tells them simply
"This is the special prisoner you've been told about. Lock her up and make sure she doesn't EVER get out. Put her in 24 hour isolation and keep her doped up to the eyeballs."
They nod and drag Alexa away as Wade watches. He turns to the hooded Cleric saying
"Right. Now she's safe what say you and I go our separate ways? I've seen enough shit to last me for a long while."
He nods and replies
"Yes. For now we will but I have a feeling we will meet again some day"
He bows and strolls off leaving Wade alone. Then after a minute or two he leaves.
"Alexa? ALEXA?"
A loud voice snaps her out and she awakes startled but still groggy. Looking around she sees her fellow Darkness members in front of her looking concerned.
"You ok boss?" Alexander asks as he pops open a black can of Southern Comfort and Cola before taking a sip and putting the can down on a table.
"Yes I am fine." She replies "I just dozed off for a minute. So as you know this week was a great success due to not only my planning but to the fact that when we went out there we were a cohesive unit.
United and utterly destructive. That is what we are all about. We took out NCM because he was a nosy interfering fuck and he got EXACTLY what he deserved. Same goes for that sneaky rat Rick Majors. He wasn't so tough once he stopped hiding in the shadows and faced us man to man.
But this week is different. This week we hunt much larger and more dangerous prey. This is a man I have come to know well in my two years here in PCW. He and I have gone to war more than once and he does have a few victories over me but now that annoying fact is going to change. You three are going to help me to humble Jury. I know he's going to run his mouth and say a whole lotta shit about me but you know what? All that matters in the end is who wins. And this time I will not loose. Remember by any means nesssecary. Do not hesitate. I want to slaughter him. He's NEXT."
She picks up a picture of Jury and holds it over a black candle setting it alight before dropping it into a bin watching it burn all the while with a wicked smile.
