Swamp Stories Part 2:Good Vs Evil (Shaw Bros RP 2)
Aug 2, 2016 7:49:34 GMT -5
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Post by Alexa Black on Aug 2, 2016 7:49:34 GMT -5
The moon is high in the sky hung like a painting in the brilliant dark blue sky on a cold wet and otherwise uninspiring night somewhere in the Florida Everglades. The sad old shack still sits isolated and alone surrounded by swamp and mangroves
The rain can be heard pattering off the iron roof and over the edge pooling by the front porch as the creatures that lurk grunt and growl as they hunt for their nightly feed.
Inside the shack the PCW camera sits in a semi circle around the enigmatic but charismatic Alexander Shaw who with a glass of Southern Comfort in one hand and cigar in the other is musing on the story he has just told.
"There is no freakin way that happened. Demons coming from hell to talk to you? I mean come on.., it's just so unbelievable that I think your just full of shit."
Alexander turns sharply to the big mouth crew member and gives him a chilling state and his smile vanishes like a light going out.
"YOU HAD BEST LISTEN BOY BECAUSE I WILL MAKE YOU A BELIEVER VERY EASILY ALL I HAVE TO DO IS SNAP MY FINGERS."
He stands and his eyes go black as coal. His voice becomes a demonic growl. He raises his hand and the man rises off the floor as if lifted by an invisible hand. Struggling like a fish out of water the man desperately tries to break free but can't.
"Brother! Stop this! You'll kill him."
Coming out of the shadows Freddie steps into the room and reprimands his brother for his outburst. Snapping out of it Alexander releases the man who falls like a sack of potatoes angrily rubbing his neck. Returning to his seat he calms himself and continues to mull over that night 20 plus years ago.
His memories of that night had to his surprise not faded but were as clear as glass and every detail was just as he remembered it. Yes that was the start of it all. The war on Earth had begun and the war against Heaven was soon to follow. A war that would leave many many casualties on both sides and all those on earth these...mortals would be none the wiser.
They would go about their daily business drinking coffee and reading newspapers having PTA meetings and mowing their lawn. And it's probably better that way as nobody knows what they might do had they actually know what was going on.
Obidiah's warning he knew at the time was very close to the edge and that it wouldn't be too long before those up stairs would be coming to shut then down. But being the people they were he knew that for the greater evil he had to keep things going and see that things turned out as they were foretold.
"Gather round me gentlemen and I will continue my tale and tell you what it truly means to be at one with the Darkness within yourself to harness it and use it to utterly destroy your enemies until they are scattered to the winds never to be seen again."
He puffs the cigar and blows the smoke out like a dragon before watching it rise to the roof and evaporate. He takes a swig of Southern Comfort and puts the glass down on a tray with a clink.
"Now where was I?" His thick southern accent lingers and smacks of twang that living in Louisiana brings.
"Hmmm yes. Obidiah had paid us a vist and then gone back to Hell to report the news of his passing the message and that we knew what was required of us. But that was only the beginning...."
Snake Bight,Florida, Saturday March 24th 2003 2:00 AM
Alexander and Freddie sit inside the small living room facing each other in the high back leather chairs with a 3/4 empty bottle of single malt whiskey and two glasses with ice on a tray on the small table between them.
"Now what are we waiting for?" Freddie asks grumpily. It was late and he was tired and getting more impatient by the minute. There was things to be done and sitting around achieved nothing and made the list of tasks grow ever longer.
Alexander looks to his brother and his face become one of annoyance.
"You never were a patient one were you Frederick? Even as a child you were like this and here we are many years later and it still hasn't changed.
We are waiting for THEM. They will be chosen to come and find us and purge us from this place and turn it over to the other side. But WE cannot allow that to happen. This is an ancient portal built by my great great great grandfather Hezekiah Shaw so long ago and he like all the other generations of Shaw's have faithful served Evil until our dying breaths.
And that means when THEY get here we will show them our "Hospitality"
And greet them with a smile..."
He laughs heartily at this as he takes another sip of whiskey and puts the glass back down.
Suddenly a brilliant flash of radiant light illuminates the darkness and four figures can be seen standing out in the front yard of the shack.
A large man with dreads and a built body a diminutive woman with long red hair a skinny man with a scarred face and a older man whose weathered face tells of a long and tiring life. All four are dressed in human clothes. The men in suits and ties and the lady in a business suit with a black skirt,her long red hair in a ponytail.
They would normally speak Enochian the language of Heaven but being on Earth decide to speak English just to make things easier.
The large man Barnabas speaks first
His voice a deep rich timbre that booms loudly.
"This is it? This is what we came all this way for? Some crappy dump?"
His female companion Ariel replies
"This is the place they say is their portal to Earth and needs to be shut down now."
The third man with the scarred face nods but doesn't say anything.
The older man who is the leader of the pack signals them and they move cautiously forward towards the shack. Suddenly the front door burst open and the Shaw's run out to meet their foes.
"Hello there we've been expecting you four please do make yourselves at home.." Alexander says with a wicked grin.
They walk down the front steps and in a flash the four angels have materialised swords in their hands and are ready for a fight.
Alexander however was ready for this and came armed with a metal bat and brass knuckles advancing on the nearest angel Ariel who raises her sword and strikes hard but gets nothing as the shot is blocked by the bat and followed by a hard right hand to the head which snaps her head back.
He moves in and follows that with 4 precision strikes to the stomach and ribs making sure to hit as hard as he possibly can. Staggering back Ariel tries to recover but the onslaught of Alexander is too much as punch after punch keeps hitting home. She drops the sword and Alexander slams the bat into her knee bringing her down. Seeing this he grabs the sword and in one motion jams it all the way through her neck like a kebab skewer. A crack of thunder and a flash of light and the angel is no more.
Enraged the scarred man charges forward but is stopped by Freddie who kicks him in the face sending him to the ground and before he can get back up Freddie jumps up and down repeatedly on his head again and again and again cracking his skull with a sickening crunch.
His entire head caved in the angel joins his friend turning to dust leaving just two remaining.
"And then there were two....."
Alexander laughs mockingly at the pair who stand fast but unmoving.
The large man charges in and so does his friend but Freddie takes them both on in a furious melee of punches kicks and brawling. Then unnoticed by the two the other Shaw sneaks up behind and low blows the big man who crumples holding his crotch. Grabbing him around the neck he twists his head all the way around until a snap is heard and the life drains out of his face.
"And now there is one.....
What are you going to do oh holy angel?
What are you going to do?"
The older man thinks for a second before gathering up the bodies of his fallen friends and disappearing in a flash.
"That's what I thought! Run you bitches run back to your holy city and cower. This place shall not fall as long as I am here!"
He roars victoriously before heading back into the house to get some much needed rest.
"And that gentlemen is what I do best. I take on anyone who dares to challenge me and humiliate them until the run away and hide.
And as for Ms Starr, While I know she is no coward she is indeed a pitiful fool. She sealed her fate the moment she agreed to this match as we have been given our orders by Alexa and those orders are to wipe PCW clean of this rainbow haired trollop once and for all. We will make sure what NCM got pales in comparison.
No amount of prayer will save you
Kelli. You haven't a chance in hell...
And you had better run along too little mice you don't want to get caught in the trap..."
He laughs as the camera crew bolt out of the house and into the night cutting the camera out
The rain can be heard pattering off the iron roof and over the edge pooling by the front porch as the creatures that lurk grunt and growl as they hunt for their nightly feed.
Inside the shack the PCW camera sits in a semi circle around the enigmatic but charismatic Alexander Shaw who with a glass of Southern Comfort in one hand and cigar in the other is musing on the story he has just told.
"There is no freakin way that happened. Demons coming from hell to talk to you? I mean come on.., it's just so unbelievable that I think your just full of shit."
Alexander turns sharply to the big mouth crew member and gives him a chilling state and his smile vanishes like a light going out.
"YOU HAD BEST LISTEN BOY BECAUSE I WILL MAKE YOU A BELIEVER VERY EASILY ALL I HAVE TO DO IS SNAP MY FINGERS."
He stands and his eyes go black as coal. His voice becomes a demonic growl. He raises his hand and the man rises off the floor as if lifted by an invisible hand. Struggling like a fish out of water the man desperately tries to break free but can't.
"Brother! Stop this! You'll kill him."
Coming out of the shadows Freddie steps into the room and reprimands his brother for his outburst. Snapping out of it Alexander releases the man who falls like a sack of potatoes angrily rubbing his neck. Returning to his seat he calms himself and continues to mull over that night 20 plus years ago.
His memories of that night had to his surprise not faded but were as clear as glass and every detail was just as he remembered it. Yes that was the start of it all. The war on Earth had begun and the war against Heaven was soon to follow. A war that would leave many many casualties on both sides and all those on earth these...mortals would be none the wiser.
They would go about their daily business drinking coffee and reading newspapers having PTA meetings and mowing their lawn. And it's probably better that way as nobody knows what they might do had they actually know what was going on.
Obidiah's warning he knew at the time was very close to the edge and that it wouldn't be too long before those up stairs would be coming to shut then down. But being the people they were he knew that for the greater evil he had to keep things going and see that things turned out as they were foretold.
"Gather round me gentlemen and I will continue my tale and tell you what it truly means to be at one with the Darkness within yourself to harness it and use it to utterly destroy your enemies until they are scattered to the winds never to be seen again."
He puffs the cigar and blows the smoke out like a dragon before watching it rise to the roof and evaporate. He takes a swig of Southern Comfort and puts the glass down on a tray with a clink.
"Now where was I?" His thick southern accent lingers and smacks of twang that living in Louisiana brings.
"Hmmm yes. Obidiah had paid us a vist and then gone back to Hell to report the news of his passing the message and that we knew what was required of us. But that was only the beginning...."
Snake Bight,Florida, Saturday March 24th 2003 2:00 AM
Alexander and Freddie sit inside the small living room facing each other in the high back leather chairs with a 3/4 empty bottle of single malt whiskey and two glasses with ice on a tray on the small table between them.
"Now what are we waiting for?" Freddie asks grumpily. It was late and he was tired and getting more impatient by the minute. There was things to be done and sitting around achieved nothing and made the list of tasks grow ever longer.
Alexander looks to his brother and his face become one of annoyance.
"You never were a patient one were you Frederick? Even as a child you were like this and here we are many years later and it still hasn't changed.
We are waiting for THEM. They will be chosen to come and find us and purge us from this place and turn it over to the other side. But WE cannot allow that to happen. This is an ancient portal built by my great great great grandfather Hezekiah Shaw so long ago and he like all the other generations of Shaw's have faithful served Evil until our dying breaths.
And that means when THEY get here we will show them our "Hospitality"
And greet them with a smile..."
He laughs heartily at this as he takes another sip of whiskey and puts the glass back down.
Suddenly a brilliant flash of radiant light illuminates the darkness and four figures can be seen standing out in the front yard of the shack.
A large man with dreads and a built body a diminutive woman with long red hair a skinny man with a scarred face and a older man whose weathered face tells of a long and tiring life. All four are dressed in human clothes. The men in suits and ties and the lady in a business suit with a black skirt,her long red hair in a ponytail.
They would normally speak Enochian the language of Heaven but being on Earth decide to speak English just to make things easier.
The large man Barnabas speaks first
His voice a deep rich timbre that booms loudly.
"This is it? This is what we came all this way for? Some crappy dump?"
His female companion Ariel replies
"This is the place they say is their portal to Earth and needs to be shut down now."
The third man with the scarred face nods but doesn't say anything.
The older man who is the leader of the pack signals them and they move cautiously forward towards the shack. Suddenly the front door burst open and the Shaw's run out to meet their foes.
"Hello there we've been expecting you four please do make yourselves at home.." Alexander says with a wicked grin.
They walk down the front steps and in a flash the four angels have materialised swords in their hands and are ready for a fight.
Alexander however was ready for this and came armed with a metal bat and brass knuckles advancing on the nearest angel Ariel who raises her sword and strikes hard but gets nothing as the shot is blocked by the bat and followed by a hard right hand to the head which snaps her head back.
He moves in and follows that with 4 precision strikes to the stomach and ribs making sure to hit as hard as he possibly can. Staggering back Ariel tries to recover but the onslaught of Alexander is too much as punch after punch keeps hitting home. She drops the sword and Alexander slams the bat into her knee bringing her down. Seeing this he grabs the sword and in one motion jams it all the way through her neck like a kebab skewer. A crack of thunder and a flash of light and the angel is no more.
Enraged the scarred man charges forward but is stopped by Freddie who kicks him in the face sending him to the ground and before he can get back up Freddie jumps up and down repeatedly on his head again and again and again cracking his skull with a sickening crunch.
His entire head caved in the angel joins his friend turning to dust leaving just two remaining.
"And then there were two....."
Alexander laughs mockingly at the pair who stand fast but unmoving.
The large man charges in and so does his friend but Freddie takes them both on in a furious melee of punches kicks and brawling. Then unnoticed by the two the other Shaw sneaks up behind and low blows the big man who crumples holding his crotch. Grabbing him around the neck he twists his head all the way around until a snap is heard and the life drains out of his face.
"And now there is one.....
What are you going to do oh holy angel?
What are you going to do?"
The older man thinks for a second before gathering up the bodies of his fallen friends and disappearing in a flash.
"That's what I thought! Run you bitches run back to your holy city and cower. This place shall not fall as long as I am here!"
He roars victoriously before heading back into the house to get some much needed rest.
"And that gentlemen is what I do best. I take on anyone who dares to challenge me and humiliate them until the run away and hide.
And as for Ms Starr, While I know she is no coward she is indeed a pitiful fool. She sealed her fate the moment she agreed to this match as we have been given our orders by Alexa and those orders are to wipe PCW clean of this rainbow haired trollop once and for all. We will make sure what NCM got pales in comparison.
No amount of prayer will save you
Kelli. You haven't a chance in hell...
And you had better run along too little mice you don't want to get caught in the trap..."
He laughs as the camera crew bolt out of the house and into the night cutting the camera out
