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No Witnesses - Cain - 04-24-2015
He surveyed the destruction wrought in the pool hall as the song "I Love Rock and Roll" skipped over the chorus, over and over. Warm sticky blood on his bare arms, grey matter on his boots, hair matted against his face he looked like a pedigreed force of death and destruction. First, there was Kevin Jones who now was doubled over with his head stuck in the jukebox, blood oozing from his mouth onto the old fashioned vinyl. Kevin wasn't the only one though. There were many other bodies laying around the bar haphazardly. The guy who cut him? His knife jammed into his windpipe. The waitress' waitress mother? Neck crushed, slumped against the wall.
Cain had not escaped injury. His own blood flowed forth from a large and gaping wound in his chest and his breathing was labored. A large blade hung from his lower left side, and he was covered in bruises. Through all of his pain though, he smiled. He cracked his neck and grinned evilly, eyes flashing with hell's flames as something miraculous happened.
His body aglow with a blood red aura, the bleeding stopped. The last living bar guest just stared at the healing Cain blankly, frozen with fear as she watched. The wounds closed. The bruises vanished. She felt a chill run up her spine as his gaze fell onto her. He tilted his head awkwardly, arms hung loosely at his sides.
"Where were we?"
She struggled to speak. She thought he was handsome at first, but knew there was just something about him that told her that her mother was right about strange men. She'd watched him, systematically killing every man and woman at the bar. Yet, his precense was so overpowering that she couldn't move even as he sat dead next to her, eyes never leaving her's.
"What's your name?"
She just sat there quietly and stared at her hands in her lap. He French tipped pink nails seemed so trivial now as she now sat next to history's Killer King. Why hadn't he killed her? Why was she spared? She remained silent, afraid to look at her admirer.
"..."
"I asked you your name, woman."
"Stephanie...it's...it's Stephanie."
Her fear is delicious he though. As he tasted the young woman's fear, he felt the last of his wounds closing and the knife clanked as it fell to the ground. He took the bottle of vodka and two shot glasses, pouring two shots. He slid one toward the young woman.
As he slides the shot to the young woman he lights a cigarette. The smoke he exhaled made the screen melt into nothing. As it faded back in, we get a close up shot of Cain's tattooed chest and the camera panned upwards, Cain exhaling smoke like a fire breathing dragon. He spoke.
"Another week, another opponent."
Cain's lips twisted upward in a grin.
"I've faced men from the smallest of midgets to the largest giants in the business. I've faced and beaten monsters, just as dark as I am. You see, the competition here in the XWF is like climbing a mountain. At the bottom of that mountain? Pebbles. Pebbles like Sacrelidge. Like Lucius Fyre. The list goes on. The climb is hard, you all know that. Everyone listening right now is either employed here or has watched me. I've been climbing for over a year now and the mountain just seemingly grows and grows."
"I may not always win, but I will always fight. Fight men like Morbid Angel. Challenge men like Eli James. Stand up to the legends, and rise or fall, I bury these claws back into that rocky cliffside and I keep climbing! Rock by damn rock!"
The camera zoomed out and we saw the monstrous Cain, his form large and stone like. He paced back and forth as he continued his tirade, his voice raising to a yelling level.
"That's right! It's never been about money really, but it's about the competition! There's no rush in the world like standing across the ring from a man who you know you can beat, yet you can feel it. You can feel it in your blood that he's gonna fight his ass off to survive!"
Menacing music took over the airwaves as the camera zoomed in on Cain. He'd started whispering, and we couldn't really hear what he was saying.
"...as they might...they simply do that. It's not about them beating me...as I've said many times before, their only real choice is to survive. Time...after time...after time...the ones who win make it out with their lives, while the ones who lose thank God, Buddha, Allah...whatever you call them...they thank their false Gods that the Legendary Murderer...the Killer King...he spared them."
Sinister laughter as Cain whips his hair back, eyes flashing red as his voice raises again.
"But Cain spares noons for long! Cain may let you THINK he has forgotten you, but he has only delayed the inevitable! Everyone must die!"
As Cain's laughter penetrated the air, the scene began wavering once more, almost as if the very fabric of time had rippled. Before we knew it, we were joining Cain and the young woman at the bar once more. The laughter faded into the melodious tones of the girl's laughter as she threw back another shot. Cut to Cain who simply sat there with a smirk.
"I almost shat myself when I was late! There was no way I wanted a child with that man!
"Then why did you fuck him?"
Stephanie's laughter faded as she sat there, eyes blank as she thought. She couldn't understand why Cain wasn't laughing. She thought the story of Jimmy the Doorman was quite amusing. Cain evidently didn't. Not in the least bit. It was actually a creepy situation. Complete stranger listening to her stories. Asking her...
"Entertain me?"
Entertain him? She thought this was rather strange coming from the Killer King, who stared at her coldly now, sending a chill down her spine. She jumped a bit as she saw him reach into his pocket, but he merely pulled out a cigarette and lighter. She felt relief as she saw him light it, but the feeling of dread returned as his dark red pupils focused on her once more.
"So...you been smoking for a long time?"
"Been alive for a long time. That's not an entertaining question."
She thought about it for a moment, her eyes wandering over the destruction he'd wrought before focusing on her. She could be his next victim for all she knew. She knocked back another shot of the vodka, wincing at the burn.
"So, I know who you are."
"Of course you do, my dear." he chuckled lightly. "I am Cain Arkham. I am the Killer King, the Messiah of Pain. You should definitely know who I am."
"Yup! You're going up against Duke this coming Wednesday, aren't you?"
"How observant. Yes I am."
"You really think you can beat him?"
"I know I can..."
There was a confidence hiding somewhere in his voice as he said those words, but those words led into a completely different sentence and scene as once again the scene fluidly switched to Cain alone. Once again he spoke into the camera. Only this time, he addressed someone.
"...I know I can beat you. You might think you're invincible, because I know as well as every man that since your return you haven't been pinned. As for submitting? You've never given up to my knowledge. Most normal men may be intimidated by that fact."
"I am not."
"Las Vegas. Sin city. Though in Spanish it means "low lands". Low, fertile lands where I can bury your corpse. But you know, Las Vegas is a place where you take chances, which is why I took the gamble of facing you once more, a man who has beaten me once. Nothing ventured, nothing gained I suppose."
"Duke, you once coined me as the Future of Darkness. No doubt you will foolishly for get that or use it as a point of ridicule. That's perfectly okay, because I want you to underestimate me. I want you to walk into this match with the belief that you'll get a free win. However, you command armies, so that probably won't happen. But if it does, please understand that it will make your destruction all the sweeter."
There was that same confidence, present in his voice from the moment he began speaking of his nemesis. The obvious fact was that he believed that he could beat Duke. The two had fought once and Cain had lost. This wasn't a blow to his pride, honestly. Deep down he respected Duke. He'd watched Duke as a young man and studied him like a predator.
As he continued, his expression faded into a serious look.
"Mister Duke...your highness, Las Vegas has hosted some huge prize fights. Those fights pale in comparison to you and I for the Intercontinental title. You're golden, Duke. You've been to the top of the mountain and so many have tried to knock you down. So many have tried to push you off this mountain only to stumble and fall into obscurity. I will not allow myself to be counted among that number. I won't allow myself to be one of those failures..."
Extreme close up on Cain, a slight twinge of insanity in those foreboding red pupils. He begins to whisper once more.
"...I am Cain Arkham. I am the King of Pain..."his voice thunders now. "...YOU WILL COUNT YOURSELF AMONG THE FALLEN! I WILL BEAT YOU!"
You could have heard a pin drop as Cain went completely silent, lip curling at the corner as he begin laughing. It was a laugh reminiscent of the Sycho Sid laugh the scene once again faded behind him. As it melted into the bar we saw him once again watching the young lady like a large tiger stalking food.
Stephanie felt uneasy as she heard the laugh coming from the seven foot monster.
"...ummm...that's kind of creepy, you know."
"Hmm?"
"You know, that laugh. I mean, you just killed a bar full of people right in front of me."
"You could have ran, you know."
"I was too busy hiding under the table! Besides, you've spared me."
Confusion washed over the face of the Messiah of Pain.
"I never said anything about sparing you, woman. Just felt that perhaps you could entertain me for..." He looked at his watch.
"...thirty minutes? Pfft.I thought it'd been an hour."
He stood and walked around behind her, large hands on her shoulders. She laughed nervously.
"T...time flies when you're having f-"
"-shh."
As he shushed her his hands went from massaging her smooth shoulders and she felt fear shoot through every limb of her body as his hands began to squeeze at her throat. She struggled against his massage strength, kicking and screaming. First the young woman went quiet as she couldn't catch her breath, windpipe closing. She struggled...getting weaker...and weaker.
She just couldn't get away from his grasp now...and suddenly...
-Fade to Black-