�So how is the other kid?� the man asks
�I hear he is in a coma. Doctor�s don�t even know if he will live through the night.� the second man replied.
The first man just shook his head sadly before looking back up at his co-worker.
�So where are we taking this one?� the man inquisitions.
�Orders are to take him to solitary as is until the warden has a chance to meet him� the second man comments.
The first one nods his head in agreement as they go around the corner the young lad clearly none other than the boy named Ariel thinks back to how he got here. He thinks back not to the incident itself but to the day that he was sentenced to be here.
The court room is fairly packed with people from the school, and family of the victims. Seated near Ariel are his adopted mother, and father. The court trial was basically over in a matter of minutes. The judge had left the courtroom to think. His return was announced as is custom in trials, and everyone rose as is also custom.
Ariel can still hear the words of the judge in his head along with his cold voice.
�Mr. and Mrs. Johnson please step forward� The Judge commands as he awaits their obedience. �Considering the dire conditions of things Ariel can go to jail, go to a lockdown psychiatric hospital, or be on house arrest until he turns eighteen.�
Mrs. Johnson went to go speak up.
�Look I love the boy but I think he should go to prison�.� Mrs. Johnson was interrupted by a shocked and shaken Ariel.
Ariel moves closer towards the Judge but is stopped.
�Look I know what I did was wrong. Please I know I should have stopped. Just let me go to the institution. I don�t want to go to jail�.� Ariel pleads in tears.
The judge interjects as he turns towards Mrs. Johnson with a look of hatred.
�While I appreciate that you are his legal guardian ma�am I am going to have to ask you to sit down now as Ariel here is legally old enough to decide which one he would prefer� The Judge says as he turns his attention to young Ariel.
Ariel only able to think back to the horrid conditions of living with these people who dared to call themselves his parents figured that out of all the options the lockdown psychiatric ward would be the best decision. Looking back on the stretcher strapped down he wonders if being beaten, starving half to death, and living in a small cellar near rat skeletons is really worse than this.
He is brought out of his thoughts as a large steel door is opened and he is rolled into a padded room. Inside of the padded room is an older man, roughly around his late thirties early forties. The man is wearing an older suit. He motions for the men to leave as he approaches the stretcher with Ariel on it.
�My name is Dominic Clark. You will refer to me as the warden or sir is that clear?� Dominic demands.
Ariel just nods his head in fear as Dominic moves in closer towards Ariel�s face.
�Do you know why they call me the warden boy?� Dominic asks
Ariel shakes his head no to an amused Dominic.
�Because I run this place like a prison boy, and do you know why?� Dominic inquires
Ariel again shakes his head no. Dominic gets nose to nose with Ariel.
�Because you are all a bunch of low life sons of bitches who thought they could get a free ride by claiming insanity. Well I got news for you BOY! I read your file, and I don�t think you are crazy. I think you are just a sick twisted little fuck�� Dominic backs away from Ariel and laughs.
Sickle grins wickedly. �Aw yes some good old fashioned heat�Sickle says as he pulls another thing from whatever he pulled from his robe, and lights it, and tosses it to the fire. Sickle turns away from the fire as if he had just heard a question.
Suddenly Sickle sits up in his bed. Sickle gets up, and begins his routine of dressing. Several minutes later Sickle comes out past the bed, and towards the fireplace. He grabs something from his robe, rips something out of it, lights it, and places it on the log in the fireplace. The log catches fire rather quickly, and lights up the fireplace.
�Oh you want to know what I am burning huh?�Sickle asks as he pulls a book out from behind him.
Sickle gets a look as if he is listening to a question again.
�Oh you want to know what book this is eh?� Sickle asks as he turns the book around to the front to reveal it is a satanic bible.
Sickle grabs the chair from in front of the desk, pulls it over towards the fireplace, and sits down in front of the fire as he continues to tear pages out of the satanic bible.
�It is a pity to waste such powerful thought provoking literature�� Sickle lets his words drift off as he laughs deviously.
Sickle then tosses the bible itself into the fire.
�Of course if you are a true Satanists Chaotic then you would not care if I burned that as it does not pertain to what you practice, or what you believe. You are not a follower of Leveyan Satanism are you? I mean sure you knew people in that church of Satan that burned down but in truth you are a practitioner of Theistic Satanism aren�t you?� Sickle inquisitions the darkness.
Sickle then gets up from his chair, and heads outside of the hut as he continues.
�Tell me Chaotic Diablo do you know or have you ever attended the Cathedral of the Black Goat? Would you consider yourself a devil worshiper or a Satanist? � Sickle says as he pauses a moment as if thinking.
Sickle stops walking, and looks into the distance with a gaze. He suddenly snaps his head around as if he just remembered something.
�My guess though is that you are a follower of the synagogue of Satan. Personally I feel deep down in my gut that you are walking talking proof of the type of satanic follower that Christian churches have spoken of for generations. You are the believer of a religion thought to be dead by many. In my own personal opinion I think this religion you practice will soon surface through its many sister religions.� Sickle says before stopping in front of the woods.
Sickle leans against the tree as he continues.
�I know what you are thinking. I know what all of you are thinking. What does this have to do with our match? Well you see going into this match I will be aligning myself with this man, Chaotic Diablo. I will be making this pact in order to rid our selves of any nuisance from the other two thus allowing Chaotic and myself to square off one on one. You see this is larger than the world title between us. This is a spiritual war that has spilled over into the realm of the physical. I believe this will only be the starting battle of what will become a major war that will spill into the H-C-W. You see Chaotic I know that you feel no remorse. I know that you will shed no tears for that which I would do but you had better not forget what we have between us for that would be rather foolish on your part but then again look who you worship. If you think for a second that our temporary alignment means that I have forgotten what you have done you are sadly mistaken. I am the avenger of Christianity. I am the justice seeker for my brothers in Christ, and Valentine�s Day Massacre shall be the day in which I shall deliver justice unto you, Chaotic. For you see in truth it matters not which part of Satanism or devil worship you believe for in my eyes you are still scum. In my eyes you are still the enemy of the followers of the messiah, and there is only one thing to be done with an enemy.� Sickle enthusiastically comments as he pushes himself from the tree and heads into the woods.
He walks along several dead leaves, and vines on his path as he continues.
�Now Nolen and J-Dogg�. the nerd and the racist ass Mexican. You would both be sadly mistaken if you thought for even an instant that I would have forgotten about either of you. Come Valentine�s Day Massacre you two will be stepping into the middle of a spiritual war.� Sickle says as he pauses a moment, and picks up a dead leave.
Sickle twiddles the leave around in his hand before tossing it to the ground.
�Nolen you are much like this leave for you are finished and you do not even realize it. You may very well be going into this match undefeated but in the long run what does that mean? It does not mean a damn thing because the fact of the matter is you have not fought me before, or Chaotic Diablo. I will not speak for J-Dogg as I do not know. You are coming into an elimination match for the title that you currently hold against three people who all can not stand you. Everyone in H-C-W already knows there is heat between you and J-Dogg. Then you add in there that you stuck your nose in the business of Chaotic and I and you are officially screwed. All the wrestling skill in the world shall come to no avail for all it takes is one person to toss your ass the hell out of that ring, and regardless of who wins your undefeated streak and your championship reign both coming crash to a screeching halt. There is only one person in this match who truly desires to see me lose and he would rather duke it out with me than just toss me out. The question in your mind should not be will you be eliminated but rather who will do it�..� Sickle allows himself to drift off in mid sentence as he takes a look around at the animals interacting with each other in the woods.
Sickle smiles as he watches a snake catch a mouse.
�J-Dogg, you racists little fuck, you of all people should know that this life is about survival. I care nothing for your politics. I am a survivor, and I will do what ever it takes to come out of this victorious. Now if that means I have to crack a few skulls open, and sneak a thing in or two behind the ref�s back then so be it! Nothing will stand in the way of me completing the task which the father has given me. I don�t give a rats ass whether you are some gang banging up the ass dick riding Mexican gangster bitch boy, some geeky ass bastard with a few wrestling moves or a tool of Satan himself. No one will stop me. You see J-Dogg your life means nothing to me. Your hatred towards Americans means nothing to me. You don�t like us�..get the fuck out! No one asked your ass to be here in the first place. You really think that in the long run some little prejudice is going to stop two men in a spiritual war. Your hatred for Nolen shall blind you and Chaotic and myself will expose it, and once we have eliminated both of you I will make an example out of him by not only winning the match but making sure he is bloody and battered before I am declared the victor. Valentine�s Day Massacre the White Wolf, sent by the shepherd to defend the flock, shall overcome the obstacles which Satan has placed in his path, and when he wins it will be a decisive victory for our father which art in heaven. Valentines Day Massacre shall be the battle of four men but it will be the white wolf who emerges victorious and is allowed to shout out with the people�..AMEN!�Sickle says.
Sickle then turns around to show his pupils which have become white as he levitates above the ground before a brilliant flash of light blares through.
Upon the lights leaving Sickle is nowhere to be seen.
