Post by gravedigger on Oct 23, 2006 19:25:06 GMT -5
iA fire in the darkness, a mist in the light. A strange concoction of a potion or a drink, whatever it was, it made him felt good. So many times had he narrowly escaped the misguided wrath of the neighborhood children, so many times had he narrowly escaped a possible death. All of those times he had his friends, his closest comrades staying nearby, working with him, avoiding defeat and avoiding death. A normal man, or a kid should not have to deal with angry parents with weapons. But he wasn't normal. He was a freak, a monster to some who did not realize he never murdered anyone but acted out of vengeance and desperation. He never intentionally killed those three jocks, but he did bury them alive in self defense. Naturally though his size hurt him.
"Get out of my store you freak!"
"I'll blow your fucking head off if you don't leave my shop!"
"Watch your back freak."
"Murderer!"
"Freak of nature!"
"Asshole killing machine!"
"You'll burn in hell!"
"I hope your whore Mary DIES!"
Of all those statements only one set him off. It was one day after coming home from training to debut in the business, from the years of UCW. He was nineteen years old, and had heard more death threats then many eighty year olds. He had learned to ignore them, and indeed his band of friends showed him the proper way to just... ignore it. Ignore the insults or the taunts. But it was when that one man insulted Mary, the love of his life - that he snapped. The man was overweight and short, but always had a shotgun over his shoulder.
Yet none of that matter. In a rage he turned around, and before the fat man could blink, he was on the ground, and his own shotgun shoved into his mouth. The man so often called a freak had snapped, had lost it, had lost control.
"SAY THAT AGAIN!" The angry nineteen year old demanded.
"MmmhphmmMphmmawhoremmpphaphh!" Came the muffled yet scared insult.
"SAY THAT AGAIN!" He repeated letting the shotgun out of his mouth.
"Mary is a whore you bastard!" The fat man yelled.
"GOD DAMN YOU!"
He pulled the trigger. Yet nothing came out as he felt himself get tackled to the ground by the man who would be known as Nemesis. The larger man held him back as the fat man realized just what he had done wrong. After the nineteen year old man settled down he was released, and both giants stood tall.
"I don't know what to say," Striker remarked.
"Control your anger. I know I do," the bigger man replied simple before walking out.
Control your anger....
An inner darkness surrounded the area, a darkness so strange yet as the voice spoke, it had a deeper meaning and a deeper aura then what was known or heard.
"Two men who are simply comedy cannot truly know what they meet come Trauma..."
A figure appears, though still unseen.
"Two men will understand just what they mess with, just WHOSE CAGE THEY RATTLE
Gravedigger comes into view, his eyes narrowing.
"You will know by name Havik and Jackle. You will know my name as the man who took Two Guys by the throat... and smashed them in for good. You are but a boulder in the road, and I will do what I do best."
He steps closer.
"I will play no more games. Come Trauma. Be Prepared to be Buried Alive."
- FADE OUT -
"Get out of my store you freak!"
"I'll blow your fucking head off if you don't leave my shop!"
"Watch your back freak."
"Murderer!"
"Freak of nature!"
"Asshole killing machine!"
"You'll burn in hell!"
"I hope your whore Mary DIES!"
Of all those statements only one set him off. It was one day after coming home from training to debut in the business, from the years of UCW. He was nineteen years old, and had heard more death threats then many eighty year olds. He had learned to ignore them, and indeed his band of friends showed him the proper way to just... ignore it. Ignore the insults or the taunts. But it was when that one man insulted Mary, the love of his life - that he snapped. The man was overweight and short, but always had a shotgun over his shoulder.
Yet none of that matter. In a rage he turned around, and before the fat man could blink, he was on the ground, and his own shotgun shoved into his mouth. The man so often called a freak had snapped, had lost it, had lost control.
"SAY THAT AGAIN!" The angry nineteen year old demanded.
"MmmhphmmMphmmawhoremmpphaphh!" Came the muffled yet scared insult.
"SAY THAT AGAIN!" He repeated letting the shotgun out of his mouth.
"Mary is a whore you bastard!" The fat man yelled.
"GOD DAMN YOU!"
He pulled the trigger. Yet nothing came out as he felt himself get tackled to the ground by the man who would be known as Nemesis. The larger man held him back as the fat man realized just what he had done wrong. After the nineteen year old man settled down he was released, and both giants stood tall.
"I don't know what to say," Striker remarked.
"Control your anger. I know I do," the bigger man replied simple before walking out.
Control your anger....
An inner darkness surrounded the area, a darkness so strange yet as the voice spoke, it had a deeper meaning and a deeper aura then what was known or heard.
"Two men who are simply comedy cannot truly know what they meet come Trauma..."
A figure appears, though still unseen.
"Two men will understand just what they mess with, just WHOSE CAGE THEY RATTLE
Gravedigger comes into view, his eyes narrowing.
"You will know by name Havik and Jackle. You will know my name as the man who took Two Guys by the throat... and smashed them in for good. You are but a boulder in the road, and I will do what I do best."
He steps closer.
"I will play no more games. Come Trauma. Be Prepared to be Buried Alive."
- FADE OUT -