Abomination - Printable Version

Abomination - Printable Version

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Abomination - Doctor Louis D'Ville - 08-30-2016

I thought the walk through the desert felt like forever. Waiting in line to get into this place was worst than fucking Disney Land, man. I had no clue where I was, or why I was trying to get into this hell hole. I was just following my gut, I suppose. Or I was just following the thousands around me stumbling together towards the same place.

It sucked not remembering anything. I remembered my son. I remembered my wife. I knew I was a cop. Something was missing though and I felt it, but it was black.

002

- Abomination -

His heart beat. His lungs breathed. His mind thought. For the most part all seemed intact. It was all still so confusing.

Trevor followed the little red man down a long corridor. It had white walls with no doors or windows with one 90 degree turn followed by another. Back and forth it seemed, like a maze.

"Where are we going anyway?"

Trevor shouted out with a gasp of air. For being so low to the ground, Trevor had a pretty hard time keeping up with the creature. It ignored him and continued racing around every turn. He cuts one more corner and finds the little red man standing in the center of a large lobby. He's tramping his feet as if he's been waiting hours for him to arrive.

"It's about time! Have a seat, tough guy, you'll be through this shit in no time."

"Through what?"

Trevor shouted back to the creature but it had already zoomed back around the corner from which it came.

"What is going on?"

He stood there for a moment and studied the room. The room was completely empty except for a single chair against the wall to his right. Beside it was a small table with a magazine rack filled with perhaps a dozen and a half of the worst possible reading material. To his left is a small tinted window with a small counter in front, like a registration desk. There's a single sign posted on the window that says simply, "HAVE A SEAT."

Trevor paid no mind to the sign and tapped on the window a few times. Like a light on a switch, the tint on the window disappeared. From behind the desk sits a pale blue woman-like creature scowling at Trevor. She doesn't stand up or say a word, she points aggressively at the sign and flips a switch turning the tint back on. He looks to his left and sees a small ticket dispenser by the window and helps himself. A pulls a single ticket from it and reads it.

"Nine thousand two-hundred and seventeen."

Above the window the number just ticked to "0005".

"Unbelievable."

He takes the small hint and finds the single chair in the room and has a seat.

"So, you just plan on sitting here and waiting for his arrival?"

The doctor continues watching out the window towards the desert which makes up the surrounding horizon.

"Even IF we hurry things along, it's still going to take him ages to even get to the gate. I think we're wasting our time with him, AGAIN."

Flames burst from the doctor's nostrils as he snarls.

"A waste of time, you say?"

He approaches the fat man in the suit across the room. His face was charred and burnt to the extent that he barely had a facial expression.

"And what do you suggest we do, my friend?"

The man puffs his chest.

"It's obvious that Mister Dedntik isn't suitable for the job, sir. He's failed us once. Who's to say he wouldn't do it again? We could find someone different."

The doctor pulls a cigar from his inside pocket and fills up the room once again.

"Could we?"

He puffs a few more times.

"COULD we? It's that easy, is it?"

"I disagree, the time placed in this project already is too much to start over now."

Another gentleman across the table speaks up.

"Time? Is there a deadline? Like I said, we're treading in over our heads right now, and any more time spent in the direction we're going now is going to be wasted."

The few arguing drag a few others into the mix. The entire room eventually chimes in and spends a few moments cutting each other off and bickering. The doctor tosses his cigar into the center of the table and it rolls across in front of the man with the burnt up face. It sits for a moment as all the folks around the table stare at it. It explodes like a firecracker and makes a deafening pop. The charred man's face is now black with soot. The doctor laughs with a small drink in his hand and has a seat at the head of the table.

"Now that I have your attention."

He takes a small sip of his concoction.

Trevor sat alone in the small waiting room flipping through a Newsweek. He looks up at the sign above the window, like you would the clock at work close to shift's end.

"0083."

He looks down at his ticket again and throws the Newsweek aside. Trevor walks across the room and hesitates for a moment, but raps on the window.

"Hello?"

He calls out to the lady.

"Excuse me?"

He knocks again.

It slides open quickly and slams to the side. The same woman as before sits behind the desk gnawing on a piece of gum. Her cold stare pierces through Trevor like an ice pick.

"Um, excuse me?"

"Sir, if the message on the window isn't clear you could always wait outside like all of the others. Which takes much longer."

She peers up through a pair of reading glasses while gnawing on a piece of gum.

"Wait? Wait for WHAT?"

Continuing to stare, she let's out a loud sigh and slides the window closed.

"Hey!"

He knocks repeatedly on the window again. It quickly slides back upon.

"Read through this."

She hands him a small three page pamphlet. He reads the cover aloud.

"'So, You're Dead. The step-by-step guide to starting a new life in the afterlife."

He flips through it back and forth and looks up at the lady in the window as she's slamming it shut once more. He looks up at the digital read out again.

"0082. It just went backwards. Nice."

He takes his little pamphlet, finds his way back to his chair, and sits down.

"Step One. Registration."

He reaches into his pocket and reluctantly reaches for his smokes. Surprised to find, he pulls the crumpled pack out and retrieves a cigarette. Just before he lights it, knocking can be heard from the window. The tinted glass is turned off and the lady at the desk pounds on the window until Trevor looks up and she points behind him. There's a sign hanging just above his head.

"What the hell."

Trevor swears to himself as another sign appears out of thing air.

The conference room remains in silence as the doctor swirls his glass around, eyeballing everyone around the table.

"Let's make something perfectly clear right away."

He sits back in his seat.

"Things aren't going to be like they were last time. Not with my patient OR my precious UNIVERSE. As I said previously, the breath of fresh air was necessary for the XWF to blossom once again."

The fireplace across the room ignites without warning as the doctor leaves his seat. Just like old times.

"Do you all remember what it was like? Week in and week out, watching as all of the little insects scurried around my feet. They avoided everywhere I stepped for months upon months. Months after that even. Carefully not treading where I tread. Staying clear of any present danger. Staying clear of ME. You didn't see Morbid Angel pounding at the door of opportunity after losing his prestigious belt. Which one way or another, my friend, would have happened whether you defeated Jacob that night or not."

The room gets darker and the flames get hotter as the doctor continues to circle around the table and all of his 'executives'.

"You were nothing but a pawn in a much bigger game, Morbid Angel. The Higher Power was revealed the very night I began my reign over this UNIVERSE and you were left as nothing but a simple fool. Pulled along by the strings of a greater being, just like all of the other puppets that followed around you. The MORBIDGOD as you call yourself is nothing but a jumbled bunch of vocabulary. It is meaningless. Just as you claim VICTORY FOREVER, another meaningless, jumbled mess of words that have no business being associated with the likes of you."

The doctor chuckles to himself a bit, causing the fires behind him to quickly simmer.

"Did you ever think that one day you would be considered as a stepping stone? I use that phrase VERY loosely as well, Morbid Angel. You are hardly worth the credentials you were back during my first coming. Even then you seemed as if you were missing a few steps. I noticed how sloppy you were during our first encounter at War Games 14, and you and I were part of the same team.... SIGH.... VICTORY FOREVER. We were victorious, of course, but hardly thanks to you. You nearly cost us the damn match when you flung one of our own team mates from structure. I'll have to remind myself the next time you're captaining a team to victory, to maybe look the other way because I could handle things MUCH more efficiently."

"Now, go ahead, laugh. I'm waiting for it."

The doctor stares at all of the people sitting around the conference table. Not a single one budges.

"Nearly every single damn time I mention my success as a leader in this place, some smart-alec speaks up about my precious ASYLUM."

"What the masses don't seem to understand is the fact that the success of the group didn't come from each individual member..."

The doctor laughs a bit and drinks the rest from his small glass.

"The success was all about ME. Did you see half of the corpses following me around? The few that had brains used their efforts to propel their Higher Power to the top of the mountain, where he ruled his UNIVERSE with an iron fist. The ASYLUM was a success, because I AM a success. Your former, soon-to-be X-Treme Champion. Your former, soon-to-be Universal Champion. And, of course, your beloved KING of the XWF will take his place at the top once again. Starting with you Morbid Angel, and followed by anyone else who thinks they have what it takes to stop me. It's been proven that I cannot be stopped before and looking around it doesn't look like I have much to worry about THIS time either."

The room returns to normal as the doctor slowly makes his way back to his seat.

"That goes for our new management regime. It goes for our new Universal Champion, Scully. It goes for the new found Ghost Tank. Mister Gilmour. And of course, our current, unrelenting, two briefcase bearing X-Treme Champion, Unknown Soldier."

"Soldier. You and I are definitely destined for greatness, my friend. I seen it from the moment I stepped through front door for the very first time. Whether it's battling for a twenty-four seven headache. For my precious UNIVERSE. Or whether we're side by side carrying the XWF Tag Team Titles, WE are destined for greatness. Look around, my friend, there isn't a soul in this FINE organization that can stop as alone. Imagine if our forces were combined."

"Whoo-wee."

The doctor chuckles to himself again.

"I think I'm getting ahead of myself a bit, hm? Before I get too carried away, I just want to assure EVERYone that my plans are already laid across the table. OBVIOUS for everyone to see, plain as day. No big surprises this time, HA! Especially when I'm victorious over Morbid Angel. Not a single person will bat an eye, my friend. Because they already know your fate. You'll do just as you've done your entire career here and nest on one of those stupid-ridiculous briefcases until, like the cockroach you are, sneak in from out of the woodwork and steal something you don't deserve."

"Every title you've had your dirty, dick stealing, paws on instantly became tarnished and the thought of it was a complete abomination. I couldn't even go as far as saying it was a joke, because it wasn't funny. Abomination.. Sickening. Gross. Ugly. Disgusting. Change the channel. Nothing to see here, folks...."

"So let's make this simple for all of us. You do what you're best at and stay in the dark bowels of your castle. Sit in the dark and play with yourself, organize your dick collection, maybe throw together a puzzle. Take your mind off of any hope of EVER holding any relevance in this place again. If you're frightened, just stay home, my friend. No one will care. No one wants to see your bloodied, beaten, corpse fall again. This is MY UNIVERSE and I'm taking it back for good."