The Reaper The Lucid Nightmare The bringer of damnation |
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The scene opens to a single room with two chairs.
The figure in the chair on the left looks is the now recognizable Michael Jonah, former head of mental institution.
The second chair is empty. It stands alone in solitary. Michael Jonah begins to speak.
Michael Jonah: Sickle all you did was prove to everyone how truly psychotic you are. When you attacked Dominic all you did was show everyone that what I was saying was in fact…..
Michael Jonah stops speaking as Sickle enters the room with his head down towards the floor. He slowly lifts up his head with a huge smile on his face. Then he proceeds to sit in the second chair.
: Let’s get this straight once and for all what I did to Dominic was not accidental. I did that on purpose. What he said went beyond being an unbiased reporter. I would have done the same to you but you ran off like a little coward. You talked mighty big back in the days of the institution. Tell me have you grown weak in your age old man?
A look of pure hatred comes across the face of Michael.
Michael Jonah: You should know better than that Sickle, or would you prefer I divulge you real name? The supposed great Sickle isn’t scared is he?
Sickle laughs for a moment and then suddenly stops
: Perhaps my previous statement was not clear so I will try to restate it for your obviously slow functioning brain. I want a piece of you….BITCH!
Michael jumped up out of his chair, and put himself in a tackle like position.
Michael Jonah: You want a piece of the warden, step into my office!
Sickle leaps from the chair, throws off his robe, revealing his long black hair, black short sleeve skintight shirt, and black pleather pants over his boots.
Sickle and Michael lock hands; quickly Sickle tosses him over his shoulder in a standard hip toss. Sickle then proceeds to apply an arm bar on the ground. Then Sickle does a mini somersault towards Michael forcing his head into Michael’s stomach. Then Sickle gets up, and begins to repeatedly stomp Michael. Finally Sickle stops stomping Michael, he picks Michael up, puts him into a fireman’s carry and then with both speed and intense power throws him into a rock bottom. Sickle then proceeds to take the chair that Michael was sitting in, fold it up, and beat him continuously with it. After only a few minutes AWF staff comes and pulls Sickle off of him.
The scene fades out with the emt’s hauling Michael off on a stretcher, and Sickle standing in the background with a twisted grin on his face.
The scene reopens on a dark and dreary night.
A luscious and yet eerie field of green can be see through the glare of the full moon that dangles just between the storm clouds. An unnatural fog builds in front of the large manor that sits upon the large estate.
The manor itself was quite clearly designed in a gothic manner. Including its towers, turrets, woodwork, stonework, fifty-two chimneys, and three hundred and sixty-five leaded glass windows it is truly a unique site. But the towers are rotted and near falling, most of the glass windows are broken. The woodwork has been worked over by termites, and the chimneys are missing more than a few of their bricks. The pinnacles have been torn apart by time such to the point of almost being unrecognizable. The battlements remain but appear to be hanging on for dear life.
There is a cemetery to the left of the house, more than likely once where the tenants buried their family. Once it was a common tradition to bury your family on their own property.
The clouds above the manor begin to rumble and not but two seconds later lightning can be seen in the not too far off distance. Rain begins to pour out of the clouds uncontrollably. The very manor itself shakes in the fierceness of the thunder. The wind begins to pick up, and grow faster. The storm violently beats the house with its ferocity.
A figure can be seen walking amidst this terrible storm not far from the front door of the all too eerie manor. The cloaked figure seems to almost fit naturally amidst this scenery. Almost like a piece of the puzzle he fits with incredible ease. The figure walks over to what appears to be the remains of a front porch. He stands there leaning over the rail as he begins to speak aloud his thoughts.
: Here I stand amidst the rain, and the thunder gazing in awe. The sheer power and yet simplicity of the very thing I gaze upon astounds me. Why is it that so few people appreciate the simplicity of things? Such a magnificent sight but some would rather keep their lazy butts inside sitting on a lazy boy recliner watching the latest edition of CSI.
Sickle moves ever so elegantly from the safety of the worn out porch to the lawn. Sickle throws back his hood, and lets the rain fall upon him as he continues to speak aloud his thoughts
: Ah, the sweet feel of that ever pounding rain. What is the cause then that has lead many people in modern society to hide from the rain? Is it the lightning? Perhaps it is the roaring of the thunder that claps so eagerly for the arrival of the lightning. The thunder cannot harm you. The rain can only make you wet. The lightning cannot cause harm if it is far enough away. I believe that I know the cause for the fear.
Sickle walks back up to the porch, kicks out the railing, and sits upon the porch with his legs Indian style. He throws his hood back over his head as he continues to portray his thoughts into a vivid picture through his words.
: The cause of this insensible fear is that modern day society has been sheltered. Society today has been sheltered for so long that they now fear anything that could possibly take them out of this world. They have been stuck inside either sitting at a desk filing paperwork, or sitting on the couch at home watching television. Most have become so accustomed to these everyday rituals of their lives that they do not want to give it up. The people I speak of would fear anything that could possibly change or alter these rituals in even the slightest way.
You might say that they have been stuck in a kind of rut. They do not dare to change that in any form. Now on the other hand because of this mind numbing device known as television new problems are arising out of the blue. For example there is a great deal of people copying the characters that they see on television. There are a growing number of insomniacs. There are even those out there that would believe that they are gods.
Sickle laughs aloud at this last statement
: These people’s mind has been so warped that they would actually believe that they are invincible. They believe that they are completely unstoppable. The really sad part though is that most of these individuals are not in a mental institution.
Sickle stops for a minute and lights a cigarette. He sits for a second, shaking in his head, then he proceeds to take that first puff. He lets the first bit of nicotine kick in before he continues
: I am truly demented yes but however I have never claimed to be an immortal. Those words have never left my lips. I have never claimed to be a god. I have always stayed true to what and who I am. I do not have to use cheap tricks in order to get my point across.
Sickle takes another couple of drags off of his cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke. Sickle then puts the cigarette out in his hand, and continues
: As I have said before I am but a mortal but a mortal with a great deal of power. I have knowledge of things that most people just would not want to know. Regardless of what this Johnny individual might believe himself to be I will come out the victor. He claims that he is a god, or in some aspect possessed by one. Let's assume for one second that he is actually telling the truth. That he is in fact possessed by this god.
If this god has actually possessed Johnny he still is bound by limitations. In the supernatural world there are limitations to everything. A regular ghost for example is unable to possess someone. A god on the other hand can. If a god is inside of a human body and that human soul still has the capability of coming out he lacks complete control and therefore his powers would still be highly limited as to what he could actually do.
On the other hand Johnny himself is also limited because while he is fighting me he is also having an inner struggle with this god who wishes to gain control of his body. So, while I will only be in one confrontation Johnny is in two and likewise for this Morning Star. My focus will be solely on defeating Johnny.
So while this particular confrontation might be a difficult one it should by all reasoning and simple deduction be a victory none the less. So to you both I say the best of luck. I must admit that it has been rather interesting watching and listening to you. Your legerdemains have been somewhat impressive but your downfall is still imminent.
Sickle stands up and walks off of the porch. He begins to walk away from the house as he vocalizes his last thoughts
: I am the image of true terror. A human, a mortal with immense power, comprehension of the supernatural, overwhelming knowledge, indescribable wrestling talent, and overwhelming desire for victory. I am the true nightmare for I do what I do with limitations or regrets. Remember upon entering that ring that I am the true and realistic nightmare because while some nightmares have no faces some are all too real
The scene fades out with those last chilling words being carried off by the wind upon this eerie night as Sickle disappears from view almost like he was never there.
