05-03-2014, 06:10 PM
Beep.......beep
The sound of a heart monitor. A sterile white room dimly lit. A nurse taking vitals of a huge man laying on an adjustable hospital bed. Yes, you're seeing exactly what it looks like. Romulus Winters lays in that hospital bed, garbed in a hospital gown. He's weakened following the Starsfall. Azrael's finisher, that is. Nothing new, right? Wrestlers get injured all the time. But why The Original Beast? Why hasn't his healing factor affected his injuries?
Beep.......beep
Before anyone goes about questioning his power, let me tell you the story. Azrael is a spaceman. Therefore, he is in possession of other worldly power, power which can weaken even a Beast. After the match, Romulus' eyes were glassy. They were glazed over, you know, like the lights were on but noone was home. Later, backstage, a weakened Cain dropped toa knee then eventually crumpled to the floor. Unconcious. Mortals, being compassionate, reacted quickly. He was laying in a hospital bed within thirty minutes of his collapse.
But things get worse...
Beep.......beep..............beep...................... beeeeep............beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
The young blonde nurse immediately ran over to the code button and pressed it, yelling frantically.
"We need a Code Team in here, Stat!"
With great urgency, the team brought in the defibilator, the paddles. The nurse ripped open the front of the gown, and readied both paddles.
"CLEAR!"
The Original Beast'shuge body jumped as the electricity shot through him. Still no pulse. Once again, the nurse rubbed the paddles together, cursing under her breath.
"Shit...why did James call in..."
James, the top EMT had called in which left a non professional life saver to do this. She pressed the paddles to his chest once again.
"CLEAR!!!"
This particular scene faded to black as The Orginal Beast....
Dies?
Such an unfamiliar feeling. I don't understand what happened. For the longest time, all I see is darkness. All I hear is nothingness. So cold. I can't understand this feeling.
Is this what it feels like to be dead?
(You're not dead.)
"What?"
(You can never die. We just want to talk to you.)
Needless to say, I am just as confused as you are. The disembodied voice was not familiar at all. I couldn't recognize any sort of emotion.
"Who....who are you?"
(Some call us "Legion". We are the culimination of the souls which you have destroyed over thousands of years. Countless human lives, Cain. All combined into on entity. All taken by you.)
I felt my spirit smirk. Memories of such things are very dear to me,
Call me insane, but there is just something about watching the light leave the eyes of another lifeform. The way their pupils fill the whites of their eyes. Well, maybe not literally. Hrmf. Legion, huh? I've heard legends, though I never believed I had anything to do with it. Should I be proud? Perhaps. But that wasn't the only question in my mind.
"Okay...so what's this about? I mean, yes, I killed you all. You SHOULD be trying to destroy me. What do you care if I die? After all, I killed you all and with great pleasure."
(Which is exactly why we want you.)
"O...kaaaaay...."
(Indeed. With every soul you send to us, we become more powerful. Our "Legion" grows. But we need to to work on a grander scale, Cain. Do this...and you will keep your powers. You will even become more powerful than even your brother.)
I felt myself becoming a bit uneasy. I knew what Abel could...what he WOULD do if he heard us.
"Ummm...look...Abel..."
(...would be nothing compared to you if you embrace us. We are the source of your power, he is keeping you from us. He knows that you can overcome him.)
Hrm...intriguing.
"What if he hears you?"
(He cannot. We have you now. But if you turn us away, we will release you to him. And he WILL know of your betrayal.)
"......."
Absolute power? Absolute freedom to do what I want and continue to live my lifestyle? Sounds like a good deal. I had to make a decision. That sounded like an amazing deal tome though. I felt my ethereal precense grinning as I nodded.
"I accept. I accept your assistance, Legion. But how am I going to get out of my current predicament? They believe that I am dead."
(You will know what to do when you awaken.)
"When will that be?"
"Into the fire...I'm falling...."
The riffs of "Into the Fire" by Dokken blared loudly throughout the morgue. There was a young blonde woman there. Short. Four feet eleven inches tall, wearing scrubs, a white coat, and a rubber apron. She was very beautiful. In fact, she looked like Emma Watson, only her hair was pixie cut and platinum blonde. Her apron was covered in blood. Or was it pizza sauce? She was munching on pizza, which she'd so disrepectfully laid across the open chest cavity of the huge monster who laid upon her work table. She head banged and munched on pizza. Had to be about three a m. The music blared loud enough to wake the dead.
Yes. I went there.
She suddenly laid her pizza slice down and picked up the bone saw. But she cut her finger, cursing loudly.
"FUCK!"
She pouted as blood squirted from her finger. The young woman quickly ran over to her desk, rummaging around in the desk drawer. Grabbing a first aid kit, she quickly bamdaged up her finger.
Meanwhile...a lone drop of blood had squirted onto the overhead light above the autopsy table. This blood, well, it slid down the casing and hung precariously over The Original Beast's face. Then...it dropped, right onto his lips. As if by fate.
Her cell phone rings, and the scene changes to close up of the blond, the body of Cain out of focus in the background. She excitedly answered her phone, speaking in a bubbly voice.
"Jenny!!!"
The voice on the other end of the line spoke.
"Hey there girlfriend! Whatcha doing?!"
"Ahh, nothing much. Just here at work. You'll never believe who I'm working on!"
In the background, bones began to mend...
"Who is it girl?"
Bump......................................bump..........
A very weak heartbeat began it's rhythm.
"You know that wrestler? Romulus Winters? Yeah, well, he mysteriously died after that concussion. Apparently it was worse than the trainers originally thought. It's fucking wicked though! His dick is like, freaking huge!"
"Like, huge how? Like Jim?"
Muscles began to connect together, organs began turning red once more as oxygen began to heal them. Bringing life to what was once dead.
Bump.....bump.......bump....
In the blurred background, out of focus, a taloned fist clenched.
"No girl, not like Jim. Imagine if an Elephant had sex with a cat. And the elephant was taking viagra. That's what your vagina would look like when he was done with you!"
"Oh my god!".
Im the background, the corpse sat up, pizza sliding off of his now closed chest. The blurred image had glowing coals where it's eyes would be. The girl continued her conversation with her friend, oblivious to the monster stalking up behind her.
"It's too bad he's dead."
"Yeah, well, he's stiff!"
Ba dum dump. Rimshot.
"Oh my g-"
The monster reared it's clawed hand back and thrusted it forward in one motion, his claws exploding through the young girl's ample chest, holding her still beating heart. She slowly turned around with the last of her energy. She slumped to the side as "Cain" bit into her heart, then smirked and made one single comment.
"Delicious."
-Fade to Black-