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In Response - Cain - 12-17-2014
Also in London. The scene is a kush hotel room fit for a superstar. Or a politician. Cain Arkham leans back on the bed as he watches and listens to Spine Twister. He smirks.
"Of course. A master of supernatural prowess actually wasted his hard earned money on one of your gimps. Right." he leans forward, waving a hand at the camera. "No, no, no. You see, you don't understand. I've never spoken with your dungeon gimps. However I do know exactly how many you had at your place. Oh yes, because I have eyes everywhere."
He chuckles and pulls out a flask, uncapping it. He raises the flask to his lips and sips from it, then continues.
"The rats, the flies, the roaches. All the vermin you see, no matter how small, they are my minions. But you don't believe in the devil and god hocus pocus? Hah. You are obviously one of those men who have to see in order to believe. Another point? You still don't know me."
"You have absolutely no idea of the beast to whom you are speaking. I have murdered bigger men than you, without consequence. I've taken more shells than Fifty Cent, yet..." he stands up from the bed and paces back and forth. "...I do NOT walk with a limp!"
"Do you know why?! Because believe it or not, I'm the closest thing to a God which walks this Earth!"A calm coming over him as he lights a cigarette. "Like sooooo many before you, you are a non believer. You choose to deny what ya see with ya own eyes. But why? I think I know why, Lyster. Because you know that if you believe, then you will then know fear."
"Ask the Mafia Men."
"Ask Aidan Collins."
"Ask Dusty Wyatt, hell, ask Gladiator. Point taken, I am certain. They know the true power of Mister Arkham. They were MADE to believe, and so shall you be as well."
We could go over the losses of his career, but why? Every time he had lost to someone, it wasn't someone with no name. It took men like Sebastian Duke. Morbid Angel. Eli James. Men who went toe to toe with the beast...the ORIGINAL Beast...and won. Fair and square. So what would the point be? Cain saw no point. "Yes folks, even I have lost, but does anyone even realize the names I lost to? Damned sure wasn't Tush. Wasn't a worthless fucker named Sacreliedge. Nope."
"I guess there's a point here, as there should be." he smirks, blowing smoke into the camera. "Win or lose...they learned the meaning of power."
"They were made to understand, they were made to believe."
Knock knock knock.
"...what the fuck?"
We hear a voice from behind the camera, a male voice.
"Eh...I'm sorry sir. I ordered some food. You know, because I am hungry.
"We're in the middle of a promo..." he sneers. "...you moron."
"Oh come onnnn..." we see the camera shaking and hear irritation in the voice of the cameraman. "...you like won't let me eat! I'm not like you, I need food!"
Cain shakes his head. "You humans need too much care. Should've got a cat."
Our cameraman's mouth drops open as we see him accepting his food. Filet mignon. Alfredo angel hair pasta. Expensive wine. We see Cain in the corner of the shot, shaking with building anger.
"Okay...so since when am I an animal? I'm not a pet, Arkham."
"Yeah...well...you suck. You know...hey...wait a minute. Who the fuck is pa-"
"Mister Arkham, could you please sign here?" says the servant boy, handing Cain the bill.
His knuckles white, Cain signs. As the servant leaves, Cain watches the cameraman, as do we, eat. Cain turns toward the camera.
"As I was saying, humans are..."
Snarf crunch snort.
"AHEM...HUMANS ARE..."
Crunch crunch mmmmmmm
"Excuse me..." Cain shakes his head and turns from the camera, looking at the fat cameraman who eats like a pig. He looks back at the camera. "...I have to take care of this issue, Canaanites."
He turns from the camera, which is perched on a chair, and storms over toward our company provided cameraman. The cameraman ignores the Original Beast at first. Maybe a bad idea, but of course, Cain grabbed the fork away from the young man. He stares at him for a moment...in fact, there is a standoff. Fat boy stands up and throws a punch at Cain, who at the very same time stabs his hand with the fork. Blood sprays Cain in the face, but the monster proceeds to slam a fist into the jawbone of the man. A snap is heard and the young man cries. Upon closer inspection, we see his cheek bone protruding from his pasty white skin.
The young man pleads with an emotionless Cain.
"Wait...please don't... Please don't kill me. I have a family!"
Cain stands over his prey, feigning a pounce on the man. This makes the fat man jump. Cain circles the bed now, like a predator. He is an animal. His instinct? Kill. Cain grabs the fat man by the throat and we see Cain grab the expensive wine the came with the dinner. He squeezes the bottle and we hear a crack...and it shatters. Cain's wound closes instantly.
The poor camera man cowers on the bed as Cain grabs a hand full of glass.
"Open wide, pig."
"No....no...please...I...AGGGGHHHH!"
Cain forces the man's mouth open and feeds him a handfull of glass shards. He forces him to chew and blood begins flowing from the man's mouth. Tears run down his face and Cain just continues his work. Unmercifully. He then sits the man up and shows him to the camera.
"This man...this man is still alive, Simon. He won't be for long, mind you. I leave no survivors in my wake. As I was trying to say before, humans are such a weak, sad species. They get hungry. They get sick. They need help. I do not." He grabs a salt shaker and opens it. Next thing you know, he force feeds our cameraman the salt, the man tensing up with pain. Cain just cackles. "Do you understand, Lyster? Do you even see what you are facing? I am NOT a wrestler. I am not a fighter, Simon. I am a murderer and I enjoy it."
"Perhaps I enjoy inflicting pain as much as you do. Perhaps...even more. But if there's one thing I enjoy more than inflicting pain?" he non chalantly reaches out and snaps the neck of the young man, who falls limp. Cain smirks. "Destroying human lives. Like yours. See you at Christmas Shove it."
-Static-