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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 23 2007, 11:44 PM (27 Views) | |
| Creed | Nov 23 2007, 11:44 PM Post #1 |
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The scene fades in from static as a camera is moving up a set of stairs. Continuing its ascent the camera reaches a wide hall. Friday evening the schools throughout the district have closed for the weekend. The janitors ran up and down every hall and picked up what the students left behind. The halls are silent, almost too silent. As of yet we have seen no sign of life. Panning the hall nothing comes into view of the camera. Except way in the distance we see Creed. Creed sits on the ground. The widow in the door appears to be punched out. Glass litters the floor, even the tiniest shards are picking up the light and reflecting it around the room. The Disturbed one is still attired in the same black black "Slipknot" T-shirt. The same black studded belt hold up a pair of tattered black jeans and same vintage black and white Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars. Creed looks forward as his left hazel eye is accentuated with black eyeliner. Creed is on the floor, half against the door and against the scuffed up, dented lockers. His right hand is streaked with blood. He is motionless and except for the the heavy breathing. His face is covered by his pitch black curly hair but that does not last very long as he brings his head up and brushes his hair away from his face. We all need a haven... A sanctuary...... A place to hide. A place to escape. A place to dream and hope. A place where darkness shouldn't be so frightening. So it is written and so it shall pass but, for some the darkness is a relentless enemy that can not be eluded. So once the darkness sense your fear and once it senses your pain it is never far behind. Egon I can forgive your hopeless and feel your pain. Egon Jameson! It doesn't matter whether it is 9:30 at night in New York or if it's high noon on the West Coast. or as it is now one hour before sun rise in Prague, Czech Republic because there is no haven for you! No sanctuary for you Egon Jameson. So it is written and so it shall pass! Egon Jameson I will feel your pain! And remember Egon I will also feast on your pain and agony! Every bit of anger and hostility you have to me make me stronger! I feed upon your hatred! Egon there is NO way to stop me! I am a GOD LIKE TERROR!!! Your a brave and noble warrior but, unfortunately for you it is time for me to fulfill my destiny. It is time for the rise of the renegade. Egon you will not stop me from making EWF a hell on Earth. Creed looks back down his hair flings back into his face as he begins to deeply breath. Jameson ask YOURSELF a question. When it comes down to it, how can you defeat the devil? How can you stop a man who will stop at NOTHING to inflict pain, who will sacrifice his OWN BODY to finish what he started! Egon answer me that.... ANSWER ME THAT!!! Egon you don't know me and you never will! I've been an outsider on the verge of insanity but I've been fighting the whole time and that has lead me to become the most sick sadistic man within EWF. Week after week I've been driving myself to be the best! Gaining my best success fighting for what I believe in. Egon your years of sweat, blood, heartache and joy mean nothing. This Monday night, you will meet your demise! It's for nights like this, I got into the wrestling business. You see I never caught a break. I was always overlooked or promised something that never came to light, I now stand on the verge insanity waiting to prove the critics and all those doubters wrong. You see I have already stated DO NOT WANT titles and fame. I want to tear down barrier after barrier until EWF is floating on their own blood! At this time Creed sighs and stretches out as a loud sinister laugh is heard. Egon Jameson, while you lay there in silence, I know I am killing you slowly. I'm killing you slowly starting from your psyche. I know, right now, Egon Jameson, your innards shivers with every words I mutter. Because Egon Jameson, you know that I spoke the truth. EWF is about to plunge on Eternal Darkness. A darkness that will envelopes them all the way through their heart. Will there be blood spills? Yes a lot of 'em. Buckets and buckets of them. Will there be violence? Hell yeah, there are! Lots of 'em too! And no shall be spared... except of course... You... Egon Jameson. As I said, I'm giving you the favor of not letting you see and feel the torture and pain that is in store for EWF.... Creed sits there with no remorse as he slowly rises his arms. Blood continue to pour from his fist as he raises his arms into a his trademark crucifix post. And that's the gospel according to Creed... See you at Revolution Egon... Creed leans back at the locker door again as the scene fades into static. |
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