The Great Hunt: Exodus PT 1
Jul 10, 2015 11:45:04 GMT -5
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Post by Cory Steel on Jul 10, 2015 11:45:04 GMT -5
THE EXPLOSION
The most Cory could remember was getting loaded into the police van, riding for more than a hour, and finally the other vans before....
Squealing tires...
Gun fire..
BOOM!
Cory was also conscious long enough for the graceful flip on the vans top. Black out.
In his mind he heard voices. Black out.
Being dragged across the road. Black out.
"Mister Steel just relax," softly spoken by a old woman wearing white, "You are with the Saints. Welcome home."
Black out.
When he woke back up Cory was in intense pain from his head down. He had been changed into all white, his major cuts were bandaged, and when he felt his face and head it was clean shaven. Sitting up made him scream out in pain and when he touched the back of his head he knew why, a deep cut ran from shoulder blade to the top of his head!
"Mister Steel, please relax. How do you feel?" the voice filled the tiny concrete room. Cory couldn't speak and when he tried it came out raspy and inaudible.
"You passed the first test of your reeducation Mister Steel," the voice spoke and when Cory stood up he was instantly brought back down by the chain around his ankle that was being pumped full of electricity, "Test 2 begins now. Repeat after me...
I am Saintly
I am Jury
I am Saintly
I do their will."
Corys body jerks a second longer, "Why me?"
"Wrong!" boomed the voice and pumped Cory with more juice.
3 weeks later....
"Jury how do you feel today?" the loud speaker boomed for the third time today. Jury was doing another set of pull ups when the speakers spoke and he cut his only trait left of Cory Steel, his gray cold eyes. He replied with a simple nod.
They hadn't came out and told Jury why they destroyed his voice but he'd pieced it together himself, that was one of Corys biggest flaws. His big mouth.
They broke him, stripped his dignity, took his power to speak, and now they were rebuilding him into their best trained killer since Judge. His training was a bit more strenuous considering they had to break and mold a grown adult. Jury felt twenty times better than his old self, stronger, smarter, and his ability to solve problems were sharper than ever before!
After he felt the voice was done Jury dropped from the bar and to his feet whete he began to sign language about showing him his targets again.
The wall in front of him flipped out to reveal a screen which he approached and with a finger he flipped through images. Every member of the Black Hand flashed by, as did the (Un)stable, Gem aka Emerald, Eira and Murdoc, High Tide, Alexa Black, and then some share holders of the PCW company. Thinking he was done Jury stepped away from the moniter when it beeped indicating an update. Jury touched the screen amd flipped one more time. His eyes narrowed into fury and tears of anger filled his eyes.
With all the strength he could muster Jury spoke softly barely a whisper, "Speak with Ma Creed."
There was a buzz and a red light above the onl door light bright. Jury's hands clinched into fists. He held his breath as the room began to fill with smoke. The door opened.
Two men older then Jury entered first, then a short younger woman, and behind her pushing a walker was a very old woman. Ma Creed. They all wore matching purple robes but the men were the only two toting guns, Jury didn't know if they were trying to hide their weapons but he could see their outlines.
"Hello Jury, I'm Ma Creed," the old lady spoke softly with a hint of strong pride, "I've heard so much about you! They whisper you could be our greatest asset."
Jury rose and pointed to the screen and using sign language talked to Ma Creed.
The old woman smiled a sympathetic smile, "Judge is my prie and joy Jury, which is why it was voted he must be taken care of. I got to close to him and he's broke far to many rules."
Jury gave another fit of sign language.
"Yes his family too," she inched closer to Jury where she could stratch her arthritis like fingers out and touch his shoulder, "This is why you were reeducated love, we can't have heart in the Saints. You barely had any to begin with."
Her grasp on his shoulder was tight. Her fingers though covered in aged skin felt like scales against his bare skin. Jury shivered in anger and the next series of moves were fast. Faster then he's ever moved.
It started with a smack to Ma's face which sent her and her walker crashing to the floor.
The short young girl went into defence mode but as Jury pressed his attack she wasn't fast enough for his counter strikes! She was sent to the floor with a quickly snapped neck.
Jury flipped his only table up using it as a shield against the onslaught of bullets. He charged the men using the table to bum rush them into the unforgiving wall! The first ram stunned, the second forced them to drop their weapons, and the third and fourth crushed their ribs into dust.
With one last look around the room Jury picked up the pistols and darted out of the room.
TO BE CONTINUED....
EXODUS
"PCW felt my prsence," Jury stood in front of his brothers in the middle of the woods in a undisclosed location, ""They felt out presence! The time for action has began brothers and the war can be won. We must stand united now!"
They cheered for Jury as did Judge. Jury began to pace the open space which appeared to be pretty vast, tents were erected behind the crowd with fires buring from the night before, and even further back men worked frantically clearing out more space.
Jury clapped his hands and the crowd dispersed back to work while Judge and Jury walked into a tent. "Jury it's time you told me what the fuck is going on," Judge finally spat out clearly set that he was going to get answers, "I deserve that. We got to have trust."
Jury sat down and crossed his arms looking at Judge with his cold dead gray eyes, "The Saints have painted PCW with targets. Supposedly we are going to bring down the giant worm to eat up the world, our anger and greed is that powerful, and Ma isn't ready for that. She wants them dead. She wants you dead."
Judge looked at Jury with confusion, shock, and anger.
"Bullshit! Me? I can't go just by word alone Jury I need proof," Judge fought to find more words but Jury laughed his robotic laugh while standing up. He walked around his war desk to pick up a folder tossing it to Judge, "Look at this then! Be that of what they call you and judge my word fool."
Judge did just that flippin the folder open he saw Sadistics name, Grimm, Stormm, and most of PCW. However it was the last file that made him drop to his knees, "Th...the whole family? I don't understand....two attempts werw made before?"
Jury went to his friend and picked him up off the floor. Taking the folder he tosses it onto the desk, "Be sad not my dearest and truest friend for we have the strength to stand alone."
"Where did you get all of this," Judge asked.
"The compound during my reeducation and escape," Jury said with a warming pat to Judges shoulders, "Plans are being set in motion now to protect you and your family, no matter how fake to them. However we have more pressing matters, PCW is our battle. Rumor has it that the tag team titles are making a come back and that is our first task Judge. At all COSTS life or limb we must obtain those belts before ANYONE else."
Judge nodded in agreement, "We have a chance to make a statement then at The Iceys. I got the email from PCW we open the show against the Seamen consisting of my allies High Tide and Wasp, and Psychedelica Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr."
Jury began to pace after letting go of Judge his mind kicking into over time. After a solid ten minutes Jury snapped his fingers, "Time to question where does your alliances lay boy? The turmoil of this match will be crazy I have no question of that, with Nathan being literally forced to team up with former girlfriend and ex Black Hand cohort will be reason for them to have trust issues. They will be a threat don't get me wrong."
"I have no problem hurting them Jury but," Judge paused biting his lip, "I don't know if I can turn my back on Tide and Wasp. They took me in after you were taken and we have the same goal as you! We could align with them and be stronger! High Tide is Underground champion and their former tag champions, so I could see them grabbing the titles plus with them already having the Underground we could focus on the main title and I could go for something else?"
Jury felt the fury build up as soon as Judge mentioned Underground, "No! The Underground title is and always will be my goal, how can we be mutual allies when I go to seek what is mine?"
The fury in Jury's voice made Judge recoil but he nodded, "Okay I get it! We'll cross that bridge-"
"Crossed it already has been Judge! At Trauma 176 we will burn that bridge," Jury clasped Judge again in a reassuring embrace, "On that bridge we will burn them all on it! The wizard and the candy girl will feel it too, I seek to show Kelli Starr that I am not the fun loving bear she beat so many times. I will show Nathan that he should have fought harder with Stormm and I when we claimed ourselves the Golden Hand to destroy the Black Hand. We could have ended their reign l believe earlier but his wizardness has hatched another plan with another group of misfits to fail. He will fail Judge. We will make them."
"Yes we will," Judge said with a soft smile, "Together. I have to have your trust though Jury, I know your history with partners and friends, and it makes one uneasy. We have to stand strong and purge PCW of false kings."
"Let the exodus of PCW begin then friend, my one true friend."
The most Cory could remember was getting loaded into the police van, riding for more than a hour, and finally the other vans before....
Squealing tires...
Gun fire..
BOOM!
Cory was also conscious long enough for the graceful flip on the vans top. Black out.
In his mind he heard voices. Black out.
Being dragged across the road. Black out.
"Mister Steel just relax," softly spoken by a old woman wearing white, "You are with the Saints. Welcome home."
Black out.
When he woke back up Cory was in intense pain from his head down. He had been changed into all white, his major cuts were bandaged, and when he felt his face and head it was clean shaven. Sitting up made him scream out in pain and when he touched the back of his head he knew why, a deep cut ran from shoulder blade to the top of his head!
"Mister Steel, please relax. How do you feel?" the voice filled the tiny concrete room. Cory couldn't speak and when he tried it came out raspy and inaudible.
"You passed the first test of your reeducation Mister Steel," the voice spoke and when Cory stood up he was instantly brought back down by the chain around his ankle that was being pumped full of electricity, "Test 2 begins now. Repeat after me...
I am Saintly
I am Jury
I am Saintly
I do their will."
Corys body jerks a second longer, "Why me?"
"Wrong!" boomed the voice and pumped Cory with more juice.
3 weeks later....
"Jury how do you feel today?" the loud speaker boomed for the third time today. Jury was doing another set of pull ups when the speakers spoke and he cut his only trait left of Cory Steel, his gray cold eyes. He replied with a simple nod.
They hadn't came out and told Jury why they destroyed his voice but he'd pieced it together himself, that was one of Corys biggest flaws. His big mouth.
They broke him, stripped his dignity, took his power to speak, and now they were rebuilding him into their best trained killer since Judge. His training was a bit more strenuous considering they had to break and mold a grown adult. Jury felt twenty times better than his old self, stronger, smarter, and his ability to solve problems were sharper than ever before!
After he felt the voice was done Jury dropped from the bar and to his feet whete he began to sign language about showing him his targets again.
The wall in front of him flipped out to reveal a screen which he approached and with a finger he flipped through images. Every member of the Black Hand flashed by, as did the (Un)stable, Gem aka Emerald, Eira and Murdoc, High Tide, Alexa Black, and then some share holders of the PCW company. Thinking he was done Jury stepped away from the moniter when it beeped indicating an update. Jury touched the screen amd flipped one more time. His eyes narrowed into fury and tears of anger filled his eyes.
With all the strength he could muster Jury spoke softly barely a whisper, "Speak with Ma Creed."
There was a buzz and a red light above the onl door light bright. Jury's hands clinched into fists. He held his breath as the room began to fill with smoke. The door opened.
Two men older then Jury entered first, then a short younger woman, and behind her pushing a walker was a very old woman. Ma Creed. They all wore matching purple robes but the men were the only two toting guns, Jury didn't know if they were trying to hide their weapons but he could see their outlines.
"Hello Jury, I'm Ma Creed," the old lady spoke softly with a hint of strong pride, "I've heard so much about you! They whisper you could be our greatest asset."
Jury rose and pointed to the screen and using sign language talked to Ma Creed.
The old woman smiled a sympathetic smile, "Judge is my prie and joy Jury, which is why it was voted he must be taken care of. I got to close to him and he's broke far to many rules."
Jury gave another fit of sign language.
"Yes his family too," she inched closer to Jury where she could stratch her arthritis like fingers out and touch his shoulder, "This is why you were reeducated love, we can't have heart in the Saints. You barely had any to begin with."
Her grasp on his shoulder was tight. Her fingers though covered in aged skin felt like scales against his bare skin. Jury shivered in anger and the next series of moves were fast. Faster then he's ever moved.
It started with a smack to Ma's face which sent her and her walker crashing to the floor.
The short young girl went into defence mode but as Jury pressed his attack she wasn't fast enough for his counter strikes! She was sent to the floor with a quickly snapped neck.
Jury flipped his only table up using it as a shield against the onslaught of bullets. He charged the men using the table to bum rush them into the unforgiving wall! The first ram stunned, the second forced them to drop their weapons, and the third and fourth crushed their ribs into dust.
With one last look around the room Jury picked up the pistols and darted out of the room.
TO BE CONTINUED....
EXODUS
"PCW felt my prsence," Jury stood in front of his brothers in the middle of the woods in a undisclosed location, ""They felt out presence! The time for action has began brothers and the war can be won. We must stand united now!"
They cheered for Jury as did Judge. Jury began to pace the open space which appeared to be pretty vast, tents were erected behind the crowd with fires buring from the night before, and even further back men worked frantically clearing out more space.
Jury clapped his hands and the crowd dispersed back to work while Judge and Jury walked into a tent. "Jury it's time you told me what the fuck is going on," Judge finally spat out clearly set that he was going to get answers, "I deserve that. We got to have trust."
Jury sat down and crossed his arms looking at Judge with his cold dead gray eyes, "The Saints have painted PCW with targets. Supposedly we are going to bring down the giant worm to eat up the world, our anger and greed is that powerful, and Ma isn't ready for that. She wants them dead. She wants you dead."
Judge looked at Jury with confusion, shock, and anger.
"Bullshit! Me? I can't go just by word alone Jury I need proof," Judge fought to find more words but Jury laughed his robotic laugh while standing up. He walked around his war desk to pick up a folder tossing it to Judge, "Look at this then! Be that of what they call you and judge my word fool."
Judge did just that flippin the folder open he saw Sadistics name, Grimm, Stormm, and most of PCW. However it was the last file that made him drop to his knees, "Th...the whole family? I don't understand....two attempts werw made before?"
Jury went to his friend and picked him up off the floor. Taking the folder he tosses it onto the desk, "Be sad not my dearest and truest friend for we have the strength to stand alone."
"Where did you get all of this," Judge asked.
"The compound during my reeducation and escape," Jury said with a warming pat to Judges shoulders, "Plans are being set in motion now to protect you and your family, no matter how fake to them. However we have more pressing matters, PCW is our battle. Rumor has it that the tag team titles are making a come back and that is our first task Judge. At all COSTS life or limb we must obtain those belts before ANYONE else."
Judge nodded in agreement, "We have a chance to make a statement then at The Iceys. I got the email from PCW we open the show against the Seamen consisting of my allies High Tide and Wasp, and Psychedelica Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr."
Jury began to pace after letting go of Judge his mind kicking into over time. After a solid ten minutes Jury snapped his fingers, "Time to question where does your alliances lay boy? The turmoil of this match will be crazy I have no question of that, with Nathan being literally forced to team up with former girlfriend and ex Black Hand cohort will be reason for them to have trust issues. They will be a threat don't get me wrong."
"I have no problem hurting them Jury but," Judge paused biting his lip, "I don't know if I can turn my back on Tide and Wasp. They took me in after you were taken and we have the same goal as you! We could align with them and be stronger! High Tide is Underground champion and their former tag champions, so I could see them grabbing the titles plus with them already having the Underground we could focus on the main title and I could go for something else?"
Jury felt the fury build up as soon as Judge mentioned Underground, "No! The Underground title is and always will be my goal, how can we be mutual allies when I go to seek what is mine?"
The fury in Jury's voice made Judge recoil but he nodded, "Okay I get it! We'll cross that bridge-"
"Crossed it already has been Judge! At Trauma 176 we will burn that bridge," Jury clasped Judge again in a reassuring embrace, "On that bridge we will burn them all on it! The wizard and the candy girl will feel it too, I seek to show Kelli Starr that I am not the fun loving bear she beat so many times. I will show Nathan that he should have fought harder with Stormm and I when we claimed ourselves the Golden Hand to destroy the Black Hand. We could have ended their reign l believe earlier but his wizardness has hatched another plan with another group of misfits to fail. He will fail Judge. We will make them."
"Yes we will," Judge said with a soft smile, "Together. I have to have your trust though Jury, I know your history with partners and friends, and it makes one uneasy. We have to stand strong and purge PCW of false kings."
"Let the exodus of PCW begin then friend, my one true friend."
