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Monsters Unleashed...; Sawyer vs. McNally
Topic Started: Feb 19 2010, 01:56 AM (78 Views)
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Darkness...scary isn't it?

We all fear it. It's in all of our hearts...each and every one of us. Something will ignite that fire in us. Whether it be a new job, championship gold...a city...or something involving all three. That's the case for me.

I am The Ripper... Unleashed...




At lovers end...the sands of time, slowly blow in the cooling Fayetteville wind...

"Where am I?", I called out into the darkness of the house I laid in... "Hello?!?!", I screamed now.. I was frantic.

I don't recall any details of the night previous. I do remember the party however...the pulsing lights. It was daeth in a go-go-dress.

"Ugh..." I rubbed my neck. It was tender, and sore...

What happened to me?


Miss Mary Mack, Mack Mack...
She has a knife, knife, knife...
Stuck in her back...back..back...
She wants to die...die..die..
Hates to be alive...live..live...
Bleed it out...out...out...
Go on and cry...cry..cry...
Go to hell..hell..hell...
And say goodbye...bye..bye...


"Who's there?!?! Answer me!", the rage, and intensity in my voice was at an all-high level...

That voice... a little girls... where was it coming from?

"SAWYER?!?! COME OUT!"

Was I losing my mind, even more than I have, in past?



Darkness, heavy upon the world around. A solemn vow taken by the moon and sky to keep the minds at wonder. The winds of change wisp through the leaves above as the scene moves once more into the mystic dungeon below the earth's surface. Drip..drip..drip. A brief maniacal laugh fills the room. The once darkened room now us justly lit by torches of orange flames. The velvet cloak in a corner sits solely on a hook in the wall. The tall figure that had once occupied it, now hovers above a table with a sick smile across his lips.

The torches from the wall illuminate the body of the man as he moves from the shadows' grasp. Reflections of the fire appear on the crystal black leather embracing his body. They lick around his every feature and gleam light upon his blackened eyes. The low cut, revealing his bare flesh, sinks into his skin as if to make itself one with the skin. He runs his hand along the wooden plank of the table and stops, reaching a closed container. Taking it into his hands, he moves his finger along the edge of the lid. It opens. Middle finger extended, it is dipped into the contents of the container. Bringing the sample to his lips, his tongue tastes the crimson covering his finger.


Voice:
A taste so sweet and yet so bitter... The force behind every living being...Many ways to bring it forth, whether it be by will or by force, I will get blood. I'll take my time in causing you pain and agony... poison you say? I will be your poison, your slow and haunting death... Taking your blood in my hands and taste its inquiring sensation.

Why is it...that when push comes to shove, you foget who got you set in the right direction? Why is it, that once you gain a little bit of fame...you're head explodes? It's amazing...how the people who used to matter the most...now mean nothing...


The hand dives into the crimson blood and runs across the bare flesh of the man. Again and again, until he closes his eyes. Exalting his last bit of rage, the hands begin to pour the reddened liquid at the slowest viscosity down the face of the man. Dripping through his strands of hair and drizzling down his stone cold cheeks, the blood makes its way to its resting place on the floor. A lightning bolt blasts through the night sky as the once closed eyes, opened. Once were brown, now revealed a chilling grey, entering the lair into darkness.

Voice:
No more shall I be stepped on or revolutionized as "weak"... Your destiny is awaiting you... your poison is becoming impatient.

Fear The Ripper....

Your new...god...




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