08-01-2014, 12:21 PM
Tick tock
Tick tock
The grandfather clock in my study is one quarter as old as I am. I got it from a beureucrat I killed during a great war. Those were the days of me trying to be a stealth assassin, something which I soon learned wasn't for me. After all, I am damned near seven feet tall. Almost bullet proof. My strength? Legendary.
The grandfather clock is a constant reminder of how the time of the fulfillment of myown prophecy draws near. A prophecy that will come to pass this Tuesday, my rise to the top. Steve Davids would know exactly what I mean, because I know he feels it in his blood. His come uppance. While it may not be for that stupid briefcase, this match is for an actual championship. And me?
I love gold. Namely his gold. His Television Championship.
My thoughts were interrupted by that same rustling in the bushes I had heard the other night. I stood up from my recliner and looked out of the large window. I scanned the landscape in the security lights...
Wait...no lights on. My eyes narrowed.
"What the hell?"
As an answer to my question, what I received was my fiancee, wearing one of my oversized button up shirts, standing there. Miako rubbed her eyes, looking at me quizically.
"Cainie, what are you doing up so late?"
"Late? It's only eleven o'clock."
She shook her head and pointed at the clock
"Noooooo. It's not. It's three in the morning." She pointed out, sauntering over to me. "Come back to bed, Cainie."
As she took my hands in her's, I couldn't help but glance out the window one more time. What was in those bushes? I couldonly speculate, but whatever it was obviously had no business being there. I've armed guards at every single gate on the property. So no explanation for it. Just a strange occurrence, I guess. As I laid there, with Miako snuggled up to me, I drifted off to sleep.
It was the bottom of the ninth. Or it would have been, had this been a baseball game. Davids and I had given this match our all, and after a devastating double clothesline, we now laid there. Staring up at the lights. Ozymandias counted as we laid there, sweat and blood caked on us.
1...
2...
Through the corner of my eye, I could see a shimmering object. A shimmering object just sitting there on the time keeper's table. Still, Ozy counted, but I saw Davids begin to stir. I could hear Joey Styles, going bat shit crazy.
"Oh my god! We may havea double count out here, folks! Davids is stirring though! The champ is using the ropes for support!"
Fuck that shit! I'm not going to letthat bastard defeat me! I'll never hear the end of it!
As I stood, I saw the Psycho Sensation rush toward me, arm outstretched. I ducked the clothesline and answered with..
"DEVASTATOR! DEVASTATOR! DEVASTATOR! CAIN IS GOING FOR THE PIN!"
1...
2...
BANG!
I awoke the sound of glass breaking and a large bang. Followed by footsteps, which ran down the hallway. The latge footsteps seemed to be coming toward the Master Bedroom door, and I hopped onto the floor and waited. Miako crawled up next to me, visibly shaken. Scared. As the footsteps stoppedat the door, I placed a finger on my lips and looked at Miako.
"Shhh..." I whispered. "...do not make a sound."
Of course, she didn't. Miako was an obediant little woman. Such are most Japanese women, which is why I like them. I narrowedmy eyesand got readyto pounce...the doorknob turned slowly. The door opened slowly, with a low creaking noise. I watched as a man, dressed in black, walked through the door. As his eyes scanned my bedroom for me, I noticed an amber glint in them. He moved over to the bed, and quietly spoke into the two way radio at his side.
"No sign of him, Lord. I know that he is here though."
Of course I'm here. By now, I'm right behind you, douchebag. I said Stealth Assassinations weren't for me, but I never said that I wasn't good at it. I followed him over to the bed, remaining silent like a dead man.
"Your orders are to bring him back alive. We only wish to speak to him.
I stopped and listened to the conversation.
"Then why kidnap him?"
"Because I know that he may not be to keen on speaking with me. Agter all, I have defeated him before. That can be embarassing to a warrior like him. Perhaps he holds a grudge."
Holding a grudge wasn't my style. I wasn't what you would call a sore loser, but as I rose up behind him, he came up to about my solarplexes. Obviously, whoever sent this fool didn't know me very well. I continued to listen in on the two way conversation.
"Okay...but this guy has a reputation of..."
"...killing people? Don't let that scare you. We need him."
Now who the hell needs me so badly? Intriguing.
"Shit...the things I do f-"
He was cut off just like that as the edge of my hand struck the back of his neck. I could just see his eyes roll back in his head as he stared up at me. One final time he opened his mouth, but I struck him in the temple with the ball of my foot. He laid unconcious, Miako running out of cover.
"Cainie! Don't kill him!"
An evil grin crossed my face, my fangs gleaming in the moonlight.
"I do not plan on it, dear Miako. I shall interrogate him though...mercilessly."
Tick tock
The grandfather clock in my study is one quarter as old as I am. I got it from a beureucrat I killed during a great war. Those were the days of me trying to be a stealth assassin, something which I soon learned wasn't for me. After all, I am damned near seven feet tall. Almost bullet proof. My strength? Legendary.
The grandfather clock is a constant reminder of how the time of the fulfillment of myown prophecy draws near. A prophecy that will come to pass this Tuesday, my rise to the top. Steve Davids would know exactly what I mean, because I know he feels it in his blood. His come uppance. While it may not be for that stupid briefcase, this match is for an actual championship. And me?
I love gold. Namely his gold. His Television Championship.
My thoughts were interrupted by that same rustling in the bushes I had heard the other night. I stood up from my recliner and looked out of the large window. I scanned the landscape in the security lights...
Wait...no lights on. My eyes narrowed.
"What the hell?"
As an answer to my question, what I received was my fiancee, wearing one of my oversized button up shirts, standing there. Miako rubbed her eyes, looking at me quizically.
"Cainie, what are you doing up so late?"
"Late? It's only eleven o'clock."
She shook her head and pointed at the clock
"Noooooo. It's not. It's three in the morning." She pointed out, sauntering over to me. "Come back to bed, Cainie."
As she took my hands in her's, I couldn't help but glance out the window one more time. What was in those bushes? I couldonly speculate, but whatever it was obviously had no business being there. I've armed guards at every single gate on the property. So no explanation for it. Just a strange occurrence, I guess. As I laid there, with Miako snuggled up to me, I drifted off to sleep.
Cue Dream Sequence
It was the bottom of the ninth. Or it would have been, had this been a baseball game. Davids and I had given this match our all, and after a devastating double clothesline, we now laid there. Staring up at the lights. Ozymandias counted as we laid there, sweat and blood caked on us.
1...
2...
Through the corner of my eye, I could see a shimmering object. A shimmering object just sitting there on the time keeper's table. Still, Ozy counted, but I saw Davids begin to stir. I could hear Joey Styles, going bat shit crazy.
"Oh my god! We may havea double count out here, folks! Davids is stirring though! The champ is using the ropes for support!"
Fuck that shit! I'm not going to letthat bastard defeat me! I'll never hear the end of it!
As I stood, I saw the Psycho Sensation rush toward me, arm outstretched. I ducked the clothesline and answered with..
"DEVASTATOR! DEVASTATOR! DEVASTATOR! CAIN IS GOING FOR THE PIN!"
1...
2...
BANG!
Back to Reality
I awoke the sound of glass breaking and a large bang. Followed by footsteps, which ran down the hallway. The latge footsteps seemed to be coming toward the Master Bedroom door, and I hopped onto the floor and waited. Miako crawled up next to me, visibly shaken. Scared. As the footsteps stoppedat the door, I placed a finger on my lips and looked at Miako.
"Shhh..." I whispered. "...do not make a sound."
Of course, she didn't. Miako was an obediant little woman. Such are most Japanese women, which is why I like them. I narrowedmy eyesand got readyto pounce...the doorknob turned slowly. The door opened slowly, with a low creaking noise. I watched as a man, dressed in black, walked through the door. As his eyes scanned my bedroom for me, I noticed an amber glint in them. He moved over to the bed, and quietly spoke into the two way radio at his side.
"No sign of him, Lord. I know that he is here though."
Of course I'm here. By now, I'm right behind you, douchebag. I said Stealth Assassinations weren't for me, but I never said that I wasn't good at it. I followed him over to the bed, remaining silent like a dead man.
"Your orders are to bring him back alive. We only wish to speak to him.
I stopped and listened to the conversation.
"Then why kidnap him?"
"Because I know that he may not be to keen on speaking with me. Agter all, I have defeated him before. That can be embarassing to a warrior like him. Perhaps he holds a grudge."
Holding a grudge wasn't my style. I wasn't what you would call a sore loser, but as I rose up behind him, he came up to about my solarplexes. Obviously, whoever sent this fool didn't know me very well. I continued to listen in on the two way conversation.
"Okay...but this guy has a reputation of..."
"...killing people? Don't let that scare you. We need him."
Now who the hell needs me so badly? Intriguing.
"Shit...the things I do f-"
He was cut off just like that as the edge of my hand struck the back of his neck. I could just see his eyes roll back in his head as he stared up at me. One final time he opened his mouth, but I struck him in the temple with the ball of my foot. He laid unconcious, Miako running out of cover.
"Cainie! Don't kill him!"
An evil grin crossed my face, my fangs gleaming in the moonlight.
"I do not plan on it, dear Miako. I shall interrogate him though...mercilessly."
-Insert Evil Laughter. To be Continued.-