Post by Cory Steel on Jun 28, 2015 15:44:29 GMT -5
THE SCARED DREAMS
The gates to Hangtown were drawn shut and the man once known as Bear stood outside those doors with his head hung low. He was shirtless his body covered in cuts and bruises, the mans pants were torn bloody sweat pants, and his feet were bare. The man once known as Bear now bald both his head and his face grabbed the fence and rested his beaten face between the bars.
"Dear foolish man, these people here no longer need you," the voice that spoke was that of an old woman and her voice was tired but held firm, "Remember Bear you turned your back on them as well! Bear you are amd will always be a traitorous fool."
When Cory found his voice it was dry like firewood and full of hurt, "I was a fool only because your order promised great changes but underneath it all your just the same as the Black Hand! Or the Order! You are only in it for yourselves."
Cory pushed himself away from the gate and turned towards the old woman's voice but she was no longer there replaced by the two figures who haunted his dreams before both faceless shadows one with fiery red hair and the other with black as coal hair. The Bear spat at the ground, "I seek you two not! I am no longer the Bear King nor am I Cory Steel! I am the bane of Black Hand! I am the Saint who will kill the Killers! I will stabilize those who are unstable! Judge will be my lightening rod and I will forever be their Jury!"
Faces of those from the PCW dance before Cory. Lightening strikes in the distance blinding him....
Jury's eyes open and standing over him is Judge tears in his eyes, "Cory?"
The gray eyes stare back at Judge and Cory smiles at his friend, "Cory is dead friend. Your order saw to that! The Bear is dead again your order saw to that!"
Judge helps his friend up but they remain in the down pouring rain which runs off the bald mans head like water off a ducks back. He raises his hand up feeling great for the fresh air and with the other he touches Judge's shoulder, "I am Jury now. We are Judge and Jury now. PCW is in need of cleansing brother. I have a few things to take care of before I return to Trauma 175, in the mean time take care of your opponents as swiftly as possible Judge."
Judge nods in agreement as Jury takes off through the woods once again.
The gates to Hangtown were drawn shut and the man once known as Bear stood outside those doors with his head hung low. He was shirtless his body covered in cuts and bruises, the mans pants were torn bloody sweat pants, and his feet were bare. The man once known as Bear now bald both his head and his face grabbed the fence and rested his beaten face between the bars.
"Dear foolish man, these people here no longer need you," the voice that spoke was that of an old woman and her voice was tired but held firm, "Remember Bear you turned your back on them as well! Bear you are amd will always be a traitorous fool."
When Cory found his voice it was dry like firewood and full of hurt, "I was a fool only because your order promised great changes but underneath it all your just the same as the Black Hand! Or the Order! You are only in it for yourselves."
Cory pushed himself away from the gate and turned towards the old woman's voice but she was no longer there replaced by the two figures who haunted his dreams before both faceless shadows one with fiery red hair and the other with black as coal hair. The Bear spat at the ground, "I seek you two not! I am no longer the Bear King nor am I Cory Steel! I am the bane of Black Hand! I am the Saint who will kill the Killers! I will stabilize those who are unstable! Judge will be my lightening rod and I will forever be their Jury!"
Faces of those from the PCW dance before Cory. Lightening strikes in the distance blinding him....
Jury's eyes open and standing over him is Judge tears in his eyes, "Cory?"
The gray eyes stare back at Judge and Cory smiles at his friend, "Cory is dead friend. Your order saw to that! The Bear is dead again your order saw to that!"
Judge helps his friend up but they remain in the down pouring rain which runs off the bald mans head like water off a ducks back. He raises his hand up feeling great for the fresh air and with the other he touches Judge's shoulder, "I am Jury now. We are Judge and Jury now. PCW is in need of cleansing brother. I have a few things to take care of before I return to Trauma 175, in the mean time take care of your opponents as swiftly as possible Judge."
Judge nods in agreement as Jury takes off through the woods once again.
