Post by blade on Apr 2, 2006 9:26:13 GMT -5
Blade sits in front of three glass panes looking at them for a moment his eyes showing some hints of madness. The room he sits is dark and you hear the dripping sounds of water and music playing in the background. He slowly stands speaking to himself.
“To be able to beat Willard and Douglas I must unlock the part of me that went through the glass when Lantlas threw me through them.”
Blade quickly stepped back and took a running start as he ran diving through the glass panes. The panes shattering around him as Blade closed his eyes, Blade gasped the glass cutting him on his arms, legs, and rest of his body. He lands in a bloody heap on the ground surrounded by glass he slowly begins to stands blood dripping from his many wounds as he smiles for a moment turning and looking at the glass on the ground before he licks the blood from his cuts on his hands.
“The taste of one’s own blood is sweet but the taste of another’s is sweeter. Willard, you want to stepped into the valley of death prepare yourself for a world of torture and pain.”
Blade then turns and looks at three tables stacked up on top of each other near a stage. He slowly bandages his wounds before he climbs to the tops of the stage and proceeds to jump off the stage and through the three tables screaming louder in pain as the tables break around him. Blade slowly stands his right arm hanging limp as his side as he slowly walk to the side of the stage and slams it against the side of it popping it back in as he speaks again showing no pain.
“This is your nightmare you want to go through hell with me. I can do this all night long to you and to me. You and Douglas think you are demented and sick well you haven’t sick yet. I will show you what sick are at Trauma on Monday. Prepare for Hell, Willard, and enjoy yourself in England.”
Blade walks off leaving a trail of blood behind him.
“To be able to beat Willard and Douglas I must unlock the part of me that went through the glass when Lantlas threw me through them.”
Blade quickly stepped back and took a running start as he ran diving through the glass panes. The panes shattering around him as Blade closed his eyes, Blade gasped the glass cutting him on his arms, legs, and rest of his body. He lands in a bloody heap on the ground surrounded by glass he slowly begins to stands blood dripping from his many wounds as he smiles for a moment turning and looking at the glass on the ground before he licks the blood from his cuts on his hands.
“The taste of one’s own blood is sweet but the taste of another’s is sweeter. Willard, you want to stepped into the valley of death prepare yourself for a world of torture and pain.”
Blade then turns and looks at three tables stacked up on top of each other near a stage. He slowly bandages his wounds before he climbs to the tops of the stage and proceeds to jump off the stage and through the three tables screaming louder in pain as the tables break around him. Blade slowly stands his right arm hanging limp as his side as he slowly walk to the side of the stage and slams it against the side of it popping it back in as he speaks again showing no pain.
“This is your nightmare you want to go through hell with me. I can do this all night long to you and to me. You and Douglas think you are demented and sick well you haven’t sick yet. I will show you what sick are at Trauma on Monday. Prepare for Hell, Willard, and enjoy yourself in England.”
Blade walks off leaving a trail of blood behind him.