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His Kingdom Come His Will Be Done
Topic Started: Sep 26 2016, 09:11 AM (99 Views)
Disciples of Anarchy
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(Cold hard stone towers over the few passersby, the clock embedded in the center stopped at 6:16 pm. Clouds loom over the top of the Basilica de la Virgen de Guadalupe, as the crucifixes cut seem to cut through them live a knife through fabric. Crying is heard from behind the wooden door, is it a woman a child, is it of fear or of sadness. But as the city continues to move around the chapel but then everything stops.)

PROPHET!!

(Almost instantaneously as the voice echoes through the city the sky grows black. The wooden doors that lead into the sanctuary swing open and a bellow comes from the wind as it rushes through the threshold and crashing into the pews and onto the stage where Rattik is seen, his long black trench coat kissing the ground. Next to his steel toed leather boots, at his feet lies a woman, he long blond hair, laying in a puddle near her head, a smirk on his face and a liquid dripping from his chin. He looks up, standing underneath a massive cross, a sadistic grin begins to form on his face)

A prophet, a man, woman, or child that is looked to for guidance, whether it be spiritually or otherwise. You have made you bed, you have called out the embodiment of fear, the King of the Damned, the King of the Forgotten, and come Downfall you will become nothing more that a disciple spreading the true word of the one TRUE KING OF IBW! You will shout from the rooftops that you were bested by Rattik, and by the end of the night you will ask him for mercy…You will plead him for forgiveness…and then you will fall!

(Rattik stands over the woman’s lifeless body, silence filling the room as a single crow flies through a broken window pane atop of the stain glass windows that line the walls. CAAAAWWWW! CAAAAAAWWWW! CAAAAAWWWW! The crow continues to fly around the atop the steeples as one more circles trickles in, followed by another and another, by time the last crow trickled through the broken pane, the cloud of crows circles above his head.)

INSIGNIFICANT!

(At this point we realize that the scream itself, wasn’t coming from Rattik, but the woman that now is sitting at his feet, her hair covering her face as she sits on the steps, her breath ever so slightly moving her damp hair, arms spread out wide Rattik the same behind her. He whips his head upward as the word is shrieked from the woman, like a banshee. At that very moment the beautiful pictures of which are engrained into the colorful glass, shatter into a millions of fine pieces of glass raining down onto them, coating everything below like dust on a bible.)

Rattik knows that you, Dray Kickz, will always believe that you have made an impact, but the only thing he has seen from you is a victory over in a match where every other man in the match took out one another and you hid scared worried like you should be come this Saturday, and a loss of which you tend to attempt to justify, but it is nothing more than the proof that you do not have what it takes to come out victorious at Downfall. Rattik is faster, stronger and better than you on his worst night. Rattik is not threatening you, he is promising you that he will make you and Mat Emeralds bloody examples, he will rip your heads off and uses it to beat down every single man that stands in his way. Look at the bigger picture, the picture of which you both have painted in your minds is that of fiction, the world doesn’t dance in or on your fingertips, the world looks down on you and laughs as it buries you into obscurity and Rattik himself dances onto the grave you have made for yourselves. You may see yourselves as the physical embodiment of the future, but you are the bloodstained example of what a man looks like before Rattik end their careers.

(Rattik lays his hand upon the woman’s head as he walks around her, she is still sitting in front of him, long deep breath filling her lungs as he slowly makes his way down the aisle ways running his fingers along the top of the pews.)

Everybody has their own beliefs, even Rattik believes in something, you yourselves believe that your philosophy or skill makes you successful. That you will rise to heights you have never achieved before, and some claim that Rattik has no goals, no ambitions but that could not be farther from the truth. Rattik does have goals, to show the entire company what fear truly is. The desire to show those that you need to do more than talk a big game. In order for you to do what you say you want to do, in order for you to grow beyond your fear, beyond obscurity, you must first understand it and that is not something either of you would ever do. You continue your process of denial, you continue to overlook your fear, to overlook the inevitability that you will fall. He really hopes you do not surrender, for that would make things less interesting, less fun, and both of you more of a petty, insignificant, irrelevant, hypocrites. You must stay strong, for when I end you, you will at least fulfill one goal in your miserable lives. You will be remembered…remembered as the men who stood up to the embodiment of fear…stood up for what he believes in and fell all the same. You will be the men that Rattik uses as the first of many stones that will be cast into a mold to form his kingdom of fear and destruction that reign upon IBW for years to come. You are the first but will not be the last.

(Rattik stands in the center of the room and the crows dive…diving down until he is no longer visible. The black cloud of birds flying around him, the wind bouncing off of the walls and the wings flaps echoing around the sanctuary itself. Then the bird stopped falling to the ground, and where Rattik stood was a coin, spinning like a top, Rattik nowhere to be seen. As his voice echoes through the chapel.)

Welcome to Rattik’s World, a WORLD WHERE VIOLENCE IS NORMAL, AND CRAZY IS INEVITABLE!
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