Post by The Anarchist on Dec 28, 2018 10:39:03 GMT -5
Rick Majors is finished.
Seromine got him in front of everyone. Payback came for the former Gabriel and it cost him previously injured ligaments, incidental as it may be.
That was the second attack of the evening, but the more major of the two.
The relationship problems between Holden Ross and Frank Merritt were not of his concern. Little could Franklin know that his spiteful commentary was being heard by The Serpentine Sermonizer and that danger approached from within the crowd.
Two men. Two hospital beds.
Seromine returned to the arena with yet another award for MOST HATED in his possession. It would join the other five once he got back home, but for now, it was nothing more than a mere prop. One that sat nicely inside of the press box Phinehas Grimm could be found in from time to time.
Coiled like a snake and ready to strike had The Hangtown Horror made an error in judgment, Seromine took in the last moments of violence from the Underground division well above the faithful. Nobody knew he was there. That is except for [REDACTED].
"He was there and did nothing." Seromine grumbled. "I should've marched right up and...no...NO...That wouldn't have been proper. Sadistic earned his place in history. What could have been gained by slaying THE RED DEMON in front of him??"
Seromine cracks his joints and sighs heavily.
"It didn't have to be Grimm. But he was there. I had to do it!"
"You must control your impulses, Seromine. Let the pawns come to you."
The voice was female and very pleasant to hear. She listened objectively and now offered guidance. A delicate balancing act that only his wife was a master of.
"He was THERE!" Seromine snaps back with his finger pointing towards the ring. "I had the chance and---"
"The moment wasn't right. You struck your actual target. His legend exists because people fear him."
"I'm not afraid of him. You don't understand, I respect him. But---he deserved the beating I delivered. Every. Fucking. Shot."
Seromine calmly looks towards his companion. "He has to pay. He is going to pay. Just like the others. He was there! HE arrogantly stood in MY presence, daring me---WELCOMING ME---to do something! Phinehas Grimm is nothing but a name. A name. Just a first, a last, and one that can easily be chiseled on a tombstone."
There was a long silence. Seromine ran his fingers around the brim of his black hat. He was losing control again. Deep down he knew what Grimm was capable of. But he also knew his own capabilities and what needed to be done. Rick Majors was a direct message of that.
"Would you like to pray for him?" The woman asks. "You don't have to mean it, but it could ease your hostility. What would your wife say right now? Think about her, Seromine. Please."
"Destiny wouldn't have allowed it to happen the way it did..." His voice trembled with guilt. "But it would've happened sooner or later because he's a SINNER! Oh--Phinehas--how you will pay for the transgressions!"
A frenetic burst of energy overtakes Seromine now. It should be noted the show has long been over. Candles flicker in arrangement adding subdued hues of reds and oranges to an otherwise dark room. Seromine falls back into the leather seat now, his eyes shifting towards his guest.
"Let's pray for him, shall we?" came her singsong reply.
"Yes. Let's pray for poor ol Phinehas and Frank and Richard! Better yet...let's pray for..."
Seromine's head snaps towards the door leading inside.
"SINNER!!"
Seromine got him in front of everyone. Payback came for the former Gabriel and it cost him previously injured ligaments, incidental as it may be.
That was the second attack of the evening, but the more major of the two.
The relationship problems between Holden Ross and Frank Merritt were not of his concern. Little could Franklin know that his spiteful commentary was being heard by The Serpentine Sermonizer and that danger approached from within the crowd.
Two men. Two hospital beds.
Seromine returned to the arena with yet another award for MOST HATED in his possession. It would join the other five once he got back home, but for now, it was nothing more than a mere prop. One that sat nicely inside of the press box Phinehas Grimm could be found in from time to time.
Coiled like a snake and ready to strike had The Hangtown Horror made an error in judgment, Seromine took in the last moments of violence from the Underground division well above the faithful. Nobody knew he was there. That is except for [REDACTED].
"He was there and did nothing." Seromine grumbled. "I should've marched right up and...no...NO...That wouldn't have been proper. Sadistic earned his place in history. What could have been gained by slaying THE RED DEMON in front of him??"
Seromine cracks his joints and sighs heavily.
"It didn't have to be Grimm. But he was there. I had to do it!"
"You must control your impulses, Seromine. Let the pawns come to you."
The voice was female and very pleasant to hear. She listened objectively and now offered guidance. A delicate balancing act that only his wife was a master of.
"He was THERE!" Seromine snaps back with his finger pointing towards the ring. "I had the chance and---"
"The moment wasn't right. You struck your actual target. His legend exists because people fear him."
"I'm not afraid of him. You don't understand, I respect him. But---he deserved the beating I delivered. Every. Fucking. Shot."
Seromine calmly looks towards his companion. "He has to pay. He is going to pay. Just like the others. He was there! HE arrogantly stood in MY presence, daring me---WELCOMING ME---to do something! Phinehas Grimm is nothing but a name. A name. Just a first, a last, and one that can easily be chiseled on a tombstone."
There was a long silence. Seromine ran his fingers around the brim of his black hat. He was losing control again. Deep down he knew what Grimm was capable of. But he also knew his own capabilities and what needed to be done. Rick Majors was a direct message of that.
"Would you like to pray for him?" The woman asks. "You don't have to mean it, but it could ease your hostility. What would your wife say right now? Think about her, Seromine. Please."
"Destiny wouldn't have allowed it to happen the way it did..." His voice trembled with guilt. "But it would've happened sooner or later because he's a SINNER! Oh--Phinehas--how you will pay for the transgressions!"
A frenetic burst of energy overtakes Seromine now. It should be noted the show has long been over. Candles flicker in arrangement adding subdued hues of reds and oranges to an otherwise dark room. Seromine falls back into the leather seat now, his eyes shifting towards his guest.
"Let's pray for him, shall we?" came her singsong reply.
"Yes. Let's pray for poor ol Phinehas and Frank and Richard! Better yet...let's pray for..."
Seromine's head snaps towards the door leading inside.
"SINNER!!"