Mystery
12-31-2013, 01:02 AM
| Truce? |
"Would a fudge pop cheer you up?"
Kent stood above me forcing a fudge flavored Popsicle into my mouth. The freezing sensation causes me to immediately spit it out onto the warm pavement. Kent's eyes show a disgusted look shooting through my heart. His attire has not changed from the night before even considering the warm weather of the summer day. I was sitting on the curb next to an ice cream stand, the last place i'd expected to be after the hellish night I just spent with Kent.
Last night the masked man broke into my home, held my child, threatened me and then proceeded to...
Words cannot convey my feelings on what this "man" did. He murdered innocence that night, the innocence within my self now no longer exists.
My child is no longer of this world and that is because my captor saw it as a moment of sweet relief to no longer hear a distressed child screaming for his father. That sickening sound of his tiny little neck with haunt me for the rest of my life. So, here I am on the sidewalk with the man who murdered my child. He was eating a vanilla flavored Popsicle as he sat next to me casually conversing with me.
"You know, vanilla truly is the greatest flavor of any ice cream or Popsicle. It's such a versatile flavor. Anyone can enjoy it and it goes so well with any flavor!"
He takes a lick through the whole he cut out in his mask right before we stopped at the stand.
"Anyone who says otherwise will meet a horrible death by fire."
He was a very brash "man."
"I believe its about time for us to leave. I've wasted too much time with this and this damn vanilla bar is melting too fast."
He stands up and rushes to the ice cream stand. Kent throws the Popsicle at the vendor and yells at him.
"Get a better machine or I'll stick your ass in there until you fix the problem from the inside!!!"
He knocked off all the utensils and napkins off the counter as he stormed off back to me. A smile showing through his mask.
"Now, let's get going."
He walked behind me and lifted me up from my handcuffs. He put them on me last night and forced me out. He was a powerhouse of a being with the strength of an ox on steroids. He pushed me along in front of him and pulled out a badge. He began showing people as he pushed me through the park.
"Official police business, this man is a murderer and I am transporting him to a facility."
Unbelievably every person he told that to completely believed him afraid to get too close to me...the killer. In my mind I wanted to turn around and smash his face to the ground, but I knew he would either smash me to the ground or a helping citizen might do it for him. He pushed me through the park until we reached a large oak tree. The tip felt as if we'd been walking for hours as if we'd made it across town. My legs were tired and my spirit was broken. Just 24 hours ago I was holding my son in my hands singing him sweet nothings. My baby boy.
"We've made it."
He points to the oak tree, now I know he's insane.
"It's just a tree." I say with utter melancholy as he smacks the back of my head, pain shooting through my skull.
"No it's an multidimensional rift."
The insanity is strong with this one. Does he really expect me to believe him? It's an oak tree, nothing but that.
"In what world do you live in Kent where you believe something like that exists. The same one that allows you to murder babies!!!!"
I force myself up and turn to get in his face, but I'm clocked with a huge right elbow to the face. I fall back into the tree and expect the hard bark of the wood, but instead I fall further and further and further into darkness. The fall lasts to what seems like hours to me until my head hits with a smack. Blood spurts from my lungs out of my mouth. I'm choking on my own blood, the gurgling of my innards being clogged by my own blood, my death slowly approaching.
"ROLL THE ASSHOLE OVER!!!"
With great power I am moved onto my stomach and blood pours from my mouth clearing my lungs. I cough and throw up to attempt to clear the air way some more. A boot lands on my back smashing me to the ground, my face hitting the concrete and the blood spurting from my mouth some more.
"Fresh meat? What a piece of trash...I don't wanna eat this shit." Said the deep, growling voice unknown to me.
"Good, because you can't. He's my property and I'm taking him to see the chief. He wants this one fresh for him." This was the voice of the horrid nightmare that was Kent. What a stupid ass name.
"He's gonna eat this shit?"
"No, you don't talk to your food before you eat it. He wants to speak with him about the young prince."
"Ha...nice seeing you meat."
At this point Kent grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me up to face him. Standing next to him is the owner of the other voice...a 10 foot tall big horned Minotaur. A sight I've never seen or thought I'd ever see. Around me fires burned from coals producing massive amounts of heat burning my flesh even without touching the fire. Other creatures stood around the area glaring at me, whispering such things as "There's the one.", "Put him down.", "Disgusting." Kent placed his right hand on his mask and ripped it off now showing me his face. The face of a truly dark and despicable demon. A demon with large red horns and pointy nose. His skin was a dark red and his tongue resembled that of a serpent. Terror came over me and I barely was able to utter my next sentence. Only the stutters of a madman came out.
"Are...you...Satan?"
He laughed with that of a being who had just been insulted. He corrected me with much glee.
"Satan is nothing but a myth, my boy, I am just a messenger."
"To...who?"
His crooked smile shined in the burning light showing the yellows and blacks covering his teeth.
"Death."
To be continued
| A Short Word |
I sit here thinking to myself, should I open my mouth and spew anymore nonsense. I decided that a short word must be spoken on the current condition of myself. Our journey ends soon. We are soon to part ways as who you are and who I am. No longer a Mystery among the questions. An answer will be provided in just over 12 hours. The suspense has been killing some of you and for the others you could care less as long as it isn't raYne rising from the grave. Who could Mystery be and are they a true threat to the king Theo Pryce? I can only give you one answer and that answer is...
YES.
I am a threat to the almighty king no matter who I end up being. The shear idea of myself has Theo scared. He'd afraid of who I might be. A former star coming back for glory in the shape of a Raven or the shape of a Chronic leaf. A recent illusion in the shape of a Senator or a Punk. Maybe a Brown man looking to make his return to the ring? Could the swerve really be coming from the Potato king himself pitting king vs. king? Or will it be a let down to you all and end up being The Dark Shadow, he's the one to pull this sort of thing off. I assume you all thought I'd take the easy way out and attack Peter, but you'd be the most unlucky son of a bitch to face that man. At this point in his career he is a scary piece of shit. Still a piece of shit, but rather scary. This doesn't retract from my earlier statements about that belt, I just mean that you go to a dark place, but then again there are a lot of "stars" who do the same.
John Madison seems to be the most interested in who I am. Maybe I am Madison's dick come back from the box that Sebastian Duke kept it in. What a nice surprise that would be, gets the crown back for you with the condition you stick it back up your ravenously diseased craw!!
That's all I came out for tonight. There is still more to come. One last look back at what we've learned this past week.
Madison
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