The Armeggedon
The Reaper
The Lucid Nightmare
The bringer of damnation
darkness is here
In Sickle's last promotion he ran out of a bar unexpectedly...let's find out why.
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Color Themes: white - narration
blue - Sickle's words
purple - announcer's words
silver - extra words
The scene opens outside of a hospital.
The camera gets a quick over glance of the hospital. The hospital seems to be like most. The front of the hospital is the location of the emergency room entrance and from a distance this particular entrance is shaped almost like an L. There is a smoking section off to the left side of the hospital. The smoking section is a little glass shelter with a few cheap looking ash tray containers.
The rest of the hospital is pretty conformitory. It has a decent size parking garage, the building seems to have too many edges to it, and like most it has the smell of death lingering about it. The building itself is painted this god awful off shade of white with a triangular sign off to the side telling you which direction to go depending on what you needed.
Before the camera is able to survey the rest of the hospital Sickle arrives at the emergy room doors bursting through with incredible speed not even noticing that his hood has fallen off of his head. Within the blink of an eye Sickle is standing before the elevator pushing the up button frantically. Finally the elevator arrives, the doors opening ever so slowly. Sickle shoves the doors open, almost breaking them and mashes the second floor button.
Upon reaching the second floor Sickle runs up to the nurses station.
: What room is Jonathan James in?
The nurse looks up kind of annoyed as she replies
Nurse: You will find him down the hall, the second door on the right. May I ask how you know the patient please? I need to know for the records.
The nurse pulls out a clipboard with a bunch of papers on it.
: I am the patient’s father.
The nurse looks rather shocked by this statement.
Sickle face goes from worried to angered by her expression
Nurse: You will forgive me for the brief moment of shock there sir but we were under the understanding that you were dead..
Sickle has a really angered look on his face as he asks the inevitable question
: And who told you that exactly?
Without even blinking the nurse replies
Nurse: His mother... in any case sir I will still need you to fill out this paperwork
: Fuck your paperwork, I got a phone call that my son is lying in this hospital in a coma. Now I am going to see him. Then I will fill out the proper fucking papers and shit.
Sickle mumbles to himself as he walks towards down the hall towards the room
: Telling them I was dead, I out to make that bitch fill out the paperwork. No doubt she has done left...
Sickle's words ceased upon entering the room. There was a truly oppresive atmosphere within these closed quartors. There seated in a chair was the tart that was the mother of his two sons with her long dark hair laid over the chair. Her body neatly pulled into herself as she slumbers. Not far from where she lay was a hospital bed.
Although seeing his ex-lover had taken him by suprise nothing could have prepared him for what he saw upon that bed. His twenty year old son Jonothan entirely recumbent, hooked to IV's and having all kinds of pipes running through him. Sickle leaned down over his sons bed and simply hovered there for a moment holding his sons hand. Sickle then spoke almost in a whisper.
: I swear by all that I hold sacred the man that did this to you shall pay my son.
His voice somehow managed to sound pugnacious as well as somber at the same time.
His ex-lover stirred in her seat, and then began to sit up as she retorded
Moira: Well if it helps matters any when we found him he kept saying the name Robert Fisher over and over.
A look of bewilderment goes through Sickle's face for the briefest of moments and then it turns into a rage of sorts. Sickle releases his sons hand, stands up, looks directly at Moira, and replies blantatly.
: If that miserable low life thinks that he can seek revenge on me through my family then he is sadly mistaken. I guess a coma was not enough for him. I am going to have to finish what I started. First I will guarantee my ascendancy over mental boy without restraint or propriety. Then I will bring down my indignation upon that bottom feeding maggot, and finish what I started all those years ago.
Sickle slams the door behind him as he storms out of the room
Moira walks over to her son's unconcious body..
Moira: My son lay out cold and my lover seeks his vengeance. Sickle, why are you so constantly hounded by your past? Why can your past not just stay there? May the stars be with you as you seek out upon your righteous cause using the path of darkness to do the deeds of the light
: What room is Jonathan James in? 