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Mr Killjoy · (11-03-2016)

The scene opens in the same graveyard we saw before where The Professor was laid to rest days ago. This time however it is during the dead of night, not a single cloud in the pitch black Sky just a full moon basking everything below it in its radiance as the camera traverses the cemetery passing rows upon rows of headstones until the camera catches glimpse of a dark figure standing in front of a particular headstone nearest a dying Willow Tree. The camera goes up close and in doing so it is revealed that the figure is none other then Mr Dominance, Trax, sporting all black hoody, jeans and Jordons, standing in front of the tombstone of The Professor.

"Here lies Jonathan Willis Hovah

1939-2016

May his genius live on forever."

Trax reads the words under his breath and sighs.

I'm sorry Professor, sorry I couldn't of been there to prevent this. I can't shake the feeling that this is my fault I mean, trouble and violence seems to follow me wherever I go. I can't shake it. And when you live like that well, people get hurt, innocent people, like yourself. You didn't deserve this, you was an innocent soul with a good mind, it was you that put the idea in my head of using these powers you bestowed me with for good, thinking about and fighting for something more then myself which is how any real man should live their life. And I mean... I've been doing that you know? I have been helping people, saving people, but what's the use of having these abilities if I can't save the people closest to me, my friends and family? You was a friend, I don't have many in or outside my profession but I did consider you one old timer and I truly am sorry I failed in saving you. But you have my word I'm going to find who did this, I'm going to find your killer.... and put 'em in the dirt.... because they deserve no less punishment then that. I know how the saying goes " An eye for an eye makes the world go blind" but I don't give a FUCK.

Trax balls his fists which are shaking.

Nobody FUCKS with my friends, my family, or ME. I just hope you and The Lord forgive me for what I'm looking to do to the bastard responsible for putting you here, or this Saturday may not be the last time I take a trip to Hell...

Trax stops talking to himself as he hears... the faint sound of banging? Coming from below, almost directly under his feet, under the Earth, Trax takes a step back and listens closely and sure enough the banging noise continues.

Professor!?

Trax looks around wildly to see if there's anyone else in the cemetery, nobody in sight, he is alone. Trax then notices a clean shovel propped up against the trunk of Willow Tree a few feet away, Trax could of sworn to himself it wasn't there when he arrived but he doesn't take any time to ponder this for too long as he runs and grabs the shovel and runs back The Professors burial spot and begins digging up the Earth. Thrusting the tip of the shovel into the ground with great force and uprooting the earth, dirt and grass as the banging which Trax has now concluded is coming from within The Professors coffin gets louder and more frequent. A few minutes pass and Trax has dug about two feet into the ground, leaving a pile of Earth behind him as he flings the shovels contents over his shoulder and continues to dig. The banging continues to get louder and more erratic and Trax curses and throws the shovel away.

Fuck this, its taking to long, hold on Professor!

Trax's eyes begin to glow amber, as do the palms of his hands, he points his hands downwards, and takes a step back unleashing a wave of energy that begins to disintegrate the Earth causing the dug up burrow Trax has created to rapidly get bigger and more deeper as the wave of energy is focused with precise concentration by Mr Dominance. Trax grinds his teeth and begins to sweat as the plasma-like energy continues to exude from his body channelled out of his hands.

Gotta...be careful...not to hit the coffin or might dissolve it with The Professor inside...just a few more feet...there!

Trax stops the energy wave,satisfied with what its accomplished, the hole Trax was digging is now a crater, with the surface of the coffin protruding out of the ground at the bottom of it, the banging which is very much coming from within still ongoing. Trax grabs the shovel once again and hops in the crater, using the shovel to dig up the last few bits of earth on the coffin.

Gonna get you out of there Professor....can't believe it....you're still alive I can't fucking believe it.

Trax shovels away the final bits of Earth at last and the surface of coffin is now completely out in the open. Trax then goes to the side of it to pry open the lid, pushing it upwards, as he does this the banging stops.

Nearly got you out of there...Professor...Professor? I've got you...ACK!

Trax finally forces the coffin lid open and as he does so a pale, withering and decaying hand grabs him by the throat. Trax feels the air escape his body as he stares into the face of the Professor, who is covered in dirt, maggots eating away at the bullet hole wound at the side of his rotting face. The Professor looks at Trax with crazed blood red eyes.

Why didn't you save me!?

The Professor screams at Trax whilst still maintaining his vice grip on the throat of Mr Dominance.

Why didn't you save me!?

I'm...I'm sorry...I had no idea...what was going...to happen...

Why didn't you save me!?

Stop...

WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE ME!?

I said... STOP

Trax grabs the Professors arm with both hands and breaks free from his grip, but before he can act again The Professor grabs Trax by his hoody with his other arm and pulls him into the Coffin with him.

NO!

Trax falls on top of The Professor and the lid falls down and shuts again after him and everything goes silent and black...

...

Ugh...what...NO.

Trax forces the coffin lid back open and quickly stumbles out the coffin and lays on the ground next to it panting, Trax quickly realizes that the ground is not how it was before or meant to be, instead of laying in a shovel and energy blast created earth crater, Trax is laying on hard, rocky ground. The sky is different, in contrast to the empty pitch black it was before, the sky now appears to be fiery orange with black clouds and Trax notices lightening bolts reigning down in the far distance. Trax gets to his feet and goes to dust himself off, which in turn causes him to realize he is no longer in the clothes he was wearing but...his wrestling gear? Trax mutters " What the fuck" to himself before looking back at the open coffin next to him.

Empty.

Where the Hell am I...wait...no.

Trax looks around, he can make out large mountains in the distance but other then that, there only appears to be nothing but barren ground stretching all directions for miles.

Professor?

Suddenly a thick black smog of dust comes out of seemingly nowhere and engulfs Trax who instantly drops to his knees coughing, overwhelmed by the stench of brimstone entwined with the dust cloud, the cloud passes and Trax gets to his feet once again and instantly notices the coffin is no longer there. However, a couple of feet away from Trax now stands a wrestling ring, with the unmoving body of an old man in a lab coat in the middle of it.

Professor?

Trax runs towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope, as he doe so the body stirs. Trax , cautious not to get too close as the man that appears to be The Professor as they get to their feet and groan.

Professor...I need to know if that's really you man.

Trax?

The professor turns around and his eyes go wide at the sight of Trax, he extends a shaking hand out to Trax, eyes pleading.

Trax...help...me.

Trax slowly begins to walk towards The Professor, extending his hand out also.

Its OK, listen I don't know what the fucks going on but I'm going to get us both out of here, right now, Lux Lyden was able to travel through time and space and other dimensions so I don't see why I can't at least give it a sh-

Trax doesn't finish his sentence as The Professor suddenly goes up in flames letting out a blood curdling speech as he drops to the ground.

NO!

Trax runs to the burning body of The Professor and as he does so the fire diminishes instantly, leaving a whimpering Professor in its wake, writhing in pain and covered in multiple burns. Trax drops to his knees and holds The Professor who begins to cough and stutter trying to get his words out.

Professor hold on we're getting out of here and we'll get you help, stay with me, I'm going to attempt to teleport us out of here.

Trax...no...listen...I...I have something to say....

Trax looks down at the horribly burnt old man with a look of confusion.

What is it Professor?

Trax....WELCOME TO HELL.

The Professor kicks Trax square in the chest with strength that beggars belief, Trax gets sent flying across the ring and into the corner, banging his head off the turnbuckle and crumpling to the mat. Trax momentarily loses consciousness but he then comes to, to the sound of sinister laughter...Trax gets to his knees and looks at the man now standing in the ring. Not The Professor, instead...

Frey? No...impossible.

Trax stares face to face with Lucius Frey, the crime kingpin Trax had killed nearly a year ago, Lucius continues to laugh as Trax just shakes his head in disbelief.

This can't be real....I...I killed you...then I got you out of my head when your daughter invested my mind with that neurological serum. So what does any of this mean?

Frey stops laughing and just looks at Trax with cold intent.

Its a sign of things to come Trax, you put me here, to be damned for eternity, then if that wasn't enough, you betrayed my family and destroyed my empire, they're repercussions for that as you will soon find out. You will never be free of me. I will haunt you till your dying day, which is going to come a lot SOONER then you think boy. You and all your friends and family are marked for death. The Professor was just the beginning. They're coming for you.

Who...whose coming for me?

Lucius Frey just laughs again shaking his head.

Why spoil the surprise, they'll come to YOU soon enough, and when they do you're going to end up back here boy, along with everyone you love, burning in Hell.

Fuck all that noise and fuck you. I'm getting out of here and I if I need to go through you and kill you one more time to do that then so be it Frey.

Trax runs at Frey and goes to strike him down but Lucius smacks Trax away sending him flying once again this time into the ropes, Trax bounces off them and face plants the mat as Lucius Frey walks up to him picks him up by his braids and leans him against the ropes till holding him by his braids with one hand and choking him out with the other. As he does so the barren ground around the ring begins to split and crumble revealing molten lava underneath, the ground continues to crumble as Lucius continues to choke Trax out who finds himself completely immobilized, his whole body unresponsive as Lucius looks him in the eyes grinning evilly. The ground continues to break and crumble away until the ring is surrounded by a pool of lava and hell fire. Trax begins to sweat as the flames rise out of the fiery pool and Lucius continues to push him against the ropes.

Wonderful seeing you again boy. Until next time. Say hello to her for me will you?

Ugh...her? Wait...no...that's not...

Lucius smiles and takes his hand off Traxs throat to grab his leg and with considerable strength tosses Trax up and over the top rope...causing Trax to fall head first into the lava below...

No!

Trax wakes up in his bed dripping in sweat, Jackie laying next to him wide awake, she grabs him by his shoulders which are trembling.

Baby, what's wrong!?

Trax looks at Jackie wide eyed and dry mouthed, he shakes it off and gets out the bed.

Nightmare, just a nightmare, I didn't mean to wake you I'm sorry.

You DIDN'T wake me, your phone not long went off that's what woke me, then you just woke up freaking the hell out, you sure you're OK?

Perfectly fine, my phone went off you said?

Trax grabs his phone that's on the bedside drawer and sees that he's received a missed call and one new message, both off Paul Hunter. Trax opens the message and reads it. He then looks back at Jackie.

Paul...he's got a lead. He's found something.

Trax then calls Pauls number and paces around the bed room waiting for his best friend to pick up on the other side, a few seconds later and there's a connection and Trax stops dead where he stands.

Hey Paul, what you got for me, tell me everything you know.

Later that night.

The scene opens up in a packed out New York nightclub. The music is blaring as are the couple dozen strobe lights going off as hundreds of people are dancing and just generally having a good time with plenty of drinks flowing all around. The camera moves to the upper VIP area of the club where there are several booths filled with women and men dressed to impress indulging in exquisite champagne and other over prized bottles and drinks. In one of the booths is a young man with slick greasy jet black hair with several women that look straight out of a Victoria's Secret magazine all wearing skimpy revealing dresses. The man appears to be in his element, smiling and whispering lewd chat up lines in the women's ears as a burly looking man in a suit stands in front of the booth guarding it. The man continues his flirting with the women when suddenly there is a loud audible cough and the guard steps forward. The young man looks forward to see his guard with their hand pressed square on the chest of a large muscular black man stopping him from entering the booth.

Not another step, what business do you have with Mr Bonatelli?

My names Carlos, better known as Trax? Mr Dominance? Not a fan of XWF I take it, fair enough, I just want to have a word with your boss.

"Mr Bonatelli" gestures his hands in a shooing motion shaking his head.

Can't you see I'm busy? This isn't no waffle house, get this bum outta here.

The guard nods and goes to push Trax away but Trax head-butts him and then grabs him and lifts him up, body slamming him onto the table in front of Bonatelli and the women. The women all scream and scramble away as Trax walks around the KO'd guard on the table and grabs Bonatelli by his collar and lifts him out his seat.

Now as I was saying, lets talk.

Mr Bonatelli cries out as Trax's eye glow amber and the two disappear in a flash of light.

Few minutes later.

Aggggggh! Aghhhhhh! Please don't!

A couple of miles away from the club he was just in Mr Bonatelli now finds himself dangling upside down a few hundred feet in the air, held over a building ledge by his foot by Trax, cars whizzing by below. Bonatelli, who was smug and oozing arrogance when he was chatting with the ladies who were probably escorts, is now whimpering and crying like a baby as Trax looks at him, unimpressed... but very annoyed and inpatient.

Look man, this is how this how its going to go. I know who you are, Marcus Bonatelli, the new hot shot of the criminal underworld around these parts right here in New York right? Nice to meet you. I know you have informants and mercenaries and all that crap all over this city, I also know no crimes goes on unheard or unseen by you. Not even a mugging goes on in this city without you knowing about apparently so I KNOW you know about the Professor who was shot and killed in his own home not long ago and I know that all's it takes for you to find out who pulled that trigger and where they currently are now is one phone call, two tops. So now are you going to tell me what I want to know? Or am I going to have to drop you on your head from this high up and have your informants inform your momma that her sweet little boy won't be coming around for Christmas this year or any other year after that, hm?

Bonatelli lets out another whimper before vigorously nodding his head.

Ok, Ok! I'll find out anything and everything you want to know, I swear just put me down, I'm scared of heights!

Trax shakes his head and steps off the ledge still holding Bonatelli by his leg off the ground before dropping him onto the buildings rooftop, standing over him as Bonatelli looks up at him in fear.

Good man .Now....down to business.

Sometime later.

The scene opens in a shabby looking apartment where a man with a familiar looking thick scraggly beard and coal black eyes is watching TV in the living room, feet up on the coffee table in front of him knocking back a cheap root beer in his hand. A handgun lays on the coffee table next to his feet, the man downs the rest of the beer and wipes his mouth and the dregs of alcohol he got in his beard away and places the can on the table when without warning the front door to the apartment is tore off its hinges and sent flying across the room, the door misses the man by inches as it soars across the room before crashing into the wall next to the window overlooking the city. Trax steps into the apartment eyes and hands glowing amber and the man without hesitation grabs his gun and points it at Trax. Traxs points a finger at the gun and a bolt of energy escapes his fingers and hits the mans hand holding the gun, he cries out in pain and drops the gun, he goes to pick it back up but Trax is on him in a flash kicking him in his head, laying him out on his back and placing a boot on the mans throat.

Surprise motherfucker, shocked to see me? I bet you are, I bet you thought you got away with it didn't you. No dice. Why did you do it, I know it wasn't your own call, you're a hired gun, someone paid you to go to that house. But why? Why did you kill him?

The man remains silent, Trax's foot still pressing into his throat, Trax picks him up and holds him by his shirt looking into his eyes, eyes seething in anger, teeth bared in an almost animalistic manner.

WHY DID YOU KILL HIM!?

I can't tell you...they'll kill me.

Motherfucker if you don't tell me I'M going to kill you so you have a choice. How do you want to die? My way? Or theirs whoever the fuck they may be.

The man just smirks, before shaking his head.

You'll find out soon enough, they haven't forgot about you, and you was a fool to forget about them. As for you threats, death doesn't scare me, but if I'm going to die, its going to be by my own hand.

The man quickly throws something in his mouth retrieved from his pocket and bites down, Trax yells out and pushes the man on the ground getting on top of him trying to open his mouth but its no use, the man is already beginning to froth from the mouth and twist and convulse as the pill he just took works it way through his system.

You son of a bitch...you're not dying on me...not until I get my answers! ANSWER ME! Why did you kill him? Whose coming for me!?

The mans eyes roll into the back of his head as the shaking gets more violent and the frothing more excessive, Trax who had been gripping onto the mans shirt while he was demanding answers lets go and the mans body jerks and shakes for a few seconds longer before his body goes limp and his eyes close shut as the man lays dead on his apartment floor, Trax gets to his feet and stands over his body, clutching the braids in his head damn near ripping them out.

Fuck....FUCK.

Elsewhere...

Madame Frey, its ready...

Madame Frey nods as a group of scientists who stand before her step aside and allow her to view the machine they had spent the last couple of hours making the final tweaks on in all its glory, a large cylinder machine with several tubes protruding out the back of it connected to another cube shaped machine behind it.

How sure are you?

The scientist in the group who had spoke out before clears his throat before ruffling through a note pad in his hands.

Madame we've been working around the clock, going through the late Professor Hovah's notes and making some readjustment to his original calibrations based on the sample of Trax's DNA provided. This machine will do as we've promised.

Madame Frey nods.

Very well. Set it up.

The scientists get to work and situate themselves at their stations around the lab. The sound of computers buzzing and machinery powering up is prominent and loud as the door to the cylinder tube slides open.

Please strip and step inside Madame, this will only take a few seconds, the process will be a lot more quicker and a lot less painful then the one Trax had to go through.

Madame Frey nods and walks into the cylinder machine, the door slides shut behind her and the scientists go over the final adjustments at their stations. After numerous verbal "check"'s around the room clarifying everything is in order, one of the scientists flips a switch and immediately the cube machine hooked to the cylinder machine begins to vibrate and hum. Suddenly sparks begin to erupt out of the cylinder machine and the scientists all look at each other in a panic.

This isn't supposed to be happening!

Shut it down!

We can't, the molecular accelerator has already gone into overdrive, she's trapped in there!

There is a scream from within the cylinder machine and the scientists all look on in horror a thes machine is engulfed in a amber radiance before exploding outward, sending all the men in the room flying back as steel and wiring is sent everywhere. There are pained groans let out around the room as the scientists one by one get to their feet and look towards where the cylinder once stood, to see to their collective amazement, Madame Frey standing there among the wreckage, naked, her clothes apparently disintegrated off her body, however her body looks completely unharmed, and on top of that, her body and face are now completely healed. No disfigurement or scarring on her person whatsoever. Madame Frey looks at her hands and down at her bare body, blanked face as one of the scientists steps forward towards her slowly.

It ...it WORKED...Madame Frey....are you OK?

Madame Frey looks at the man that addressed her and her blank face transforms into a twisted gleeful grin, her usual emerald eyes glowing amber.

I've...I've never felt....I've never felt BETTER.

Madame Frey begins to laugh hysterically, the scientists just look among themselves in complete bewilderment as the scene goes black.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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