Alas no one is able to come to the aid for the fellow inmates are locked up and the guards are sleeping heavily in the control room near the monitors.
Ariel lies down in his bed staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. Ariel tries to think of a happier time but quickly remembers that there never was any. He then tries to make up a happy place in his mind but finds that he lacks even the ability to imagine happiness as he knows not what it would feel like for the closest he has ever come was comfort and even that was only briefly in the back of the police car.
The sound of the man screaming stops only to be followed by the sounds of another man laughing. Suddenly several guards are running down the hall. Their footsteps echo down the hallway. The door at the end of the hallway is opened with incredible swiftness as several of the inmates of the institution can feel the breeze.
�What the fuck?!� One guard hollers out.
The other guards are silent for only a matter of seconds before one speaks up.
�So you two like fudge packing huh?!� He says angrily.
Suddenly Ariel and the rest of the inmates can hear that all too distinctive sound of baton against skin and bone. It is a sound that Ariel had come to recognize over his past few days within this place he was sure was surely hell or at least an earthly counterpart.
Ariel covers his head with his pillow in an attempt to drown out the sound of the unrelenting beating taking place within such closed up vicinity. Ignoring the anal raping of fellow inmates was something Ariel had learn how to do fairly quickly within the past few days but the ruthless beatings that both participants usually got was not something he had learned to shut out quite yet.
Ariel closes his eyes hoping that extra darkness along with slighted muted sound would allow him at least a moment�s peace in sleep. He found quickly that he was correct�.it was indeed but a moment.
Ariel opens his eyes to see none other than Dominic Clark face to face with him.
�Rise and shine sleeping bitch! Get your ass up boy!� Dominic demands as he tosses Ariel and the mattress over.
Ariel pops up off the floor shocked and shaken by the unexpected awakening.
Dominic sniffs the air.
�You smell like shit! I am going to begin your treatment today�..PERSONALLY! But first you can take your scrawny little fuck up self and take a shower you stinking bastard.� Dominic says before walking off.
As Dominic is walking off two guards enter into Ariel�s cell. Dominic whispers something to them, and points back to Ariel. Dominic then leaves as the guards apprehend Ariel.
�Warden says it is time for your shower boy.� The guard says.
Several crows fly off into the distance as a robed man who has come to be known as Sickle walks towards their direction with a steady pace, and a look of focus.
Grass has overgrown in many areas overlapping what looks to surely be debris from storms that have undoubtedly torn the already decaying building apart. Only a jagged path of concrete can be seen under the wild grass.
Weeds and vines have taken over the fence that was once so secure. The fence itself is bent out of shape, rusted, and only the metal poles remain as the rest appears to have been torn apart either by scavengers or crack addicts looking to make a few bucks.
The building itself though appears to be made mostly out of red brick with only a few windows here and there. There is a staircase that stops on each floor to a steel door that is now rusted so badly one could open it by simply reaching through the rust holes. It would almost appear to be a prison except for there is no decaying prison yard where the inmates might have gathered.
Sickle heads towards the building and sits down at the bottom of the staircase.
�Ah yes the place where I spent so many a year of my teenage life. The pleasant memories that I shall ever so cherish here doth make me ponder. Grant you we did not go swimming in the summer, or eat hot dogs at the nearby vendors but we found things to do in order to keep ourselves entertained.�Sickle says in a very sarcastic tone.
Sickle allows himself a slight chuckle before continuing.
�You are indeed a rather amusing one J-Dogg. Yes I saw your rather pitiful remarks. Pitiful not just because of what you had to say but also because you prove in your statements that indeed your brain serves only as a tool to keep your blood flowing and your proper mechanics working.� Sickle says condescendingly.
Sickle pauses only to shake his head and shake his forefinger mockingly briefly before continuing with his rebuttal.
�For all your talking you did not manage to say a single intelligible thing but then again that is not all that surprising really. You call me some K-K-K cracker but for what purpose? What does that prove? I am not a cracker as I am not something that can be eaten for one. Secondly, I am not from Georgia so even the slang usage of that term in the manner in which it was used would still be out of place, and show that your ignorance is not only in what would generally apply to those who would come from a higher education but apparently extends to the street smarts as well. Finally to automatically assume that my European background means that I am in the Klu Klux Klan clearly shows how racist you truly are. Not to mention it is you who is commonly placing emphasis on your race by referring to your skin color and claiming pride in it, and it is in this that you prove your hypocrisy. How so you ask?�Sickle says rhetorically before standing up, and heading inside of the rather large building.
Sickle kicks open the rusted door and heads inside the dark hallway of the forgotten psychiatric ward as he continues.
�Well what would happen if I were to go around saying�.WHITE POWER? You would say that I was a racist.�Sickle says without hesitation.
Sickle stops a moment to allow himself to take in his surroundings. He breathes in the sour air, and rubs his hand along one of the window sills before wiping it back off due to the large amount of dust. He then continues to walk along as he continues with that focused look in his eyes.
�I know your type and not only do I think you are a racist but a walking talking insult to what I personally consider to be a highly influential race which will undoubtedly add a great amount of cultural changes to this constantly changing nation of ours.�Sickle proclaims.
Sickle stops in front of a closet and sits down as he continues.
�I do not know what happened to you to make you such an incredibly stupid man. In any case it does not matter. You talk big and make radical claims towards me in what I am sure you believe is some kind of psychological warfare. Then again you could just as easily actually believe that incredibly large amount of feces spewing forth like a fountain from that hole under your nose, but the fact of the matter is that you know only what I let you know.
Through your incredibly idiotic statements regarding Chaotic and myself as well as our conflict it is overly apparent that regardless of your mockery your mind cannot begin to fathom what I am about, or what you are stepping into. In all honesty though only Chaotic understands and even he only understands a little bit of the big piece for that is how the devil likes his followers.
Go ahead though and continue to assume that I am some church going typical Christian. Your consistent underestimation as well as your blind hate will make it that much simpler of a task to remove you as on obstacle. It will make it that much easier to achieve that which I was sent to do. You can affirm your hatred all you like. Any of you may but each of you shall quickly find that my resolve is absolute.
Do not be deceieved for God is everywhere, in everything but I have prayed for him to stay out of this, and I have asked for his forgiveness for what I must do at this particular pay per view. Pray to whatever god you may worship. Pray for your soul for at Saint Valentine�s Day Massacre your body shall be mine. Your limbs, ligaments, muscles and bones shall be pulled, ripped, stretched, and broken. The blood of all of us shall flow across the mat and then in what shall appear as an instantaneous action the match shall be over and every jaw shall drop for even those that would follow me due to their belief in my cause would never imagine such a decisive victory.�Sickle concludes as he stands up.
Sickle opens the door behind him, and grabs a sledgehammer, which seems highly out of place in a janitor�s closet. The sledgehammer is slightly bloodstained already.
Sickle walks down the hallway smashing windows, walls, and doors while singing.�Onward Christian Soldiers marching as to war�.�
