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NO GOD! - Morbid Angel - 12-31-2013
No God!
The scene opens to Morbid Angel pulling up outside a building a few hours outside of town. Morbid Angel walks slowly through the parking lot and to the stairs where the Baked Potato opens the door and waves him in.
What the fuck! Shane
is here! This cannot be good. Shane has a bit of a smug look on his face as Morbid Angel walks past him into the building. The sounds of screaming children in the background with bright colored walls all over. Shane walks behind Morbid Angel kind of pushing him on his way. The long hallway ends at an office where an old woman sits behind a desk eager to meet him. Not knowing he was THEE Morbid Angel but a rich entrepreneur named Kyril Kristhev. Morbid comes in and the woman offers him her hand in welcome and it is ignored by the beast but is gladly greeted by Shane who does the introductionsOld Woman-“Well Mr. Krischief I am sure that Mr.
here explained a little about what’s going on here today.Morbid Angel had a look on his face like he was going to snap this bitch’s neck for mispronouncing his name.
Morbid Angel-“Call me Jakub and that way you don’t have to insult me by mispronouncing my name. Tell me more about what is going on here. I got a call saying I HAVE to be here and it’s a surprise”
The old woman looks at Morbid and then to Shane thinking that the situation was already known. Shane with an ear to ear grin enjoying the entire situation.
Old Woman-“Well, we are here today because of your son.”
Morbid-“My son?!?! Who told you these lies?!?! I have no children!”
Old Woman-“Well our records state that Ertzibet Bathory had a child and upon her death she said to contact you about the child. She was certain he was yours.”
Shane
-“Morbid you old bastard! Had some juice in you after all!”Morbid-“SHUT THE FUCK UP SHANE!”
Morbid looks at Shane who is chuckling
Morbid-“what’s so fucking funny?!?!”
Shane-“well, as of this moment…you! Now sit there, shut up and listen. There is more to hear”
Morbid-“Well she did say HE so I can assume he is a boy? What is his name?”
Old Woman-“ Well when he came here after her death His name was Xerces but that was trouble to pronounce for a lot of people so we all took to calling him Oliver.”
Shane chuckles out loud
Shane-“You called a little orphan boy Oliver? HAHAHA!”
Morbid-“Again with the input! Xerces is a good strong name….Oliver is so….”
Old Woman-“now As Mr.
explained to me when we spoke on the phone that you are a rough case and a child might be the best thing for you. Now meeting you and seeing what he meant I can understand and try and remember he is trying to still cope with the death of his mother. And…..”Morbid-“How old is he?”
Old Woman-“he just turned 10 last month…and there is some things you need to know. He isn’t like other little boys”
Morbid-“Is he evil and sadistic? Killing small animals and playing with their guts…if so that’s a family thing.”
Shane repositions himself in his chair to look fully at Morbid Angel
Old Woman-“He is a bit….effeminate”
Morbid gets a troubled look on his face and looks at Shane who has an overly amused look on his face
Morbid-“Effeminate? What do you mean effeminate? That is not a good word to hear when talking about my child!”
The old woman takes a deep breath before continuing.
Old Woman-“well Little Oliver has been with us for the past year and since the day he arrived he would steal the girl’s cloths and dolls and wear them around. He had feminine gestures and has feminine tone to his voice.”
Morbid-“are you sure this is my kid?”
Shane-“Yes they are! I gave them a blood sample of yours to check first…you can thank me later”
Old Woman-“Perhaps you should meet him. We have him in a waiting room next door.”
They all get up and walk out of the room and next door where there is a large piece of two-way glass shielding the young boy from the demon on the other side of the glass. Oblivious to being watched young Oliver plays with a pair of Barbie dolls while wearing pink cloths himself. Morbid looks at the old woman
Morbid-“This one is broken! I don’t want this one…give me another one!”
Old Woman-“Understand that this might be a phase and not a permanent thing. He could grow out of it and things will be fine. I believe he lacked male influence but things could even out. You should give him all your kindness and he will be grateful for it”
Morbid-“Lady, I have no kindness to give! Especially to this broken child over there!”
Old Woman-“If you do not accept this child the state will be forced to take action! This is your child by blood and we will take whatever monies needed to better his life…usually it’s going to be 25% of your income! It is in your best interest to take the boy and treat him good!”
Morbid looks mildly defeated as Shane pats him on the back in a mildly comforting way
Shane-“Don’t worry buddy! I will be here if you need me! It’s a big step to have a child”
Morbid Angel shrugs off Shane and walks into the room with his son. Morbid Angel enters the room and stands there for a few moments. The boy looks at him, smiles and waves. Morbid Angel just looks at him then looks back at the mirror…
Morbid Angel-“you look like your father should be Hank Lane! Come on! I have shit to do”
Morbid turns and walks out of the room with little Oliver following behind him. Shane looks at Morbid Angel and says
Shane-“Don’t worry I will fill out all the paperwork for you…and give this lovely institution a good donation…like your next month’s paycheck. That is because they took such good care of your boy….who by the way looks just like you!”
Morbid Angel doesn’t even look back. He keeps walking with the boy skipping to keep up. As soon as Morbid clears the front door of the building he pushes the boy into some bushes.
Morbid Angel-“Stop fucking acting like that! Seriously what the fuck!”
The boy starts crying as he lays in the bush
Morbid-“Stop crying! I don’t have time for this shit! You sound like Wyatt Reynolds!”
Morbid grabs the boy’s shirt and pulls him from the bush and pushes him to the ground.
Morbid-“Start walking to the car! I’ve already had enough of your shit!”
The boy still crying scuffles across the parking lot looking back at Morbid Angel and the orphanage wishing he never met this man.
The two get in the SUV and Morbid looks back at his son.
Morbid-“Condoms are around for a reason….
The scene fades to black
The scene picks up to Morbid Angel at home again working on the corpses. At this moment he is putting the finishing touched on the last body.
Morbid-“Well this is the end my friends. Now we wait for the match. Hank Lane you still suck, Tri Bute you are still disappointing, Mr. Radio…you are an idiot that still to this moment I can’t stop myself for thinking you are
.Shocker…now you will die…you are pathetic! And I hope with all the demons of hell that you die! Is that shocking enough?
Wyat Reynolds…My favorite inbred Nazi wanna be. Crazy how things always change. You thought you were so smart and now you look so ignorant.
And the Mexican Hunter Payne…I guess someone did touch me after all! I have a Child so that makes you a liar! How’s that shit!”
Morbid looks away and his son pops up helping him prepare the body.
Morbid-“he does come in useful. He is like a slave….I make him dump the bile! He hates it! Its either that or he sleeps in the snow bank! “
Little Oliver-“HELP M………………………………………….”
The Scene Fades to a Blood Red!