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The Monster of Htaed · (02-18-2017)

"Wakening a Monster"

The year is 1998; I am probably around thirteen or so, not for sure since the treatments Mic... Father Slathe had been giving me since I could remember; the electricity still flows through my blood. One of the minor torture techniques Slathe believed would help me become more of an obedient pet for his dark and twisted plans for the world. At the time I had no idea what the man's intentions were but now I have no care for anything, besides pain, destruction, violence, and of course sexual adventure. It isn't as if I miss having emotions but a part of me kind of would like to know what they feel, sound, taste, or mean to myself, but only on occasions, when I am stuck in my cage. Oh well! No need to keep on with emotions that I will probably never have again...

Like I said before the year is 1989, I am probably around the age of thirteen, my name that I will not reveal has not become Mr. Tidbits yet, that will be a completely different story. This story is about a kid who fell into the lies and manipulations of a mad man with a silver tongue and enough money to buy twenty private islands just to blow them up. From a broken home, my mother a coked out whore and my father, well I never met the bastard. Probably why when Father Slathe came into my life, I gave in and was molded into the monster he needed me to be...

Walking down the street in Hell, Michigan, where my mother had found us a cheap motel in the middle of town to stay for a few months. Yeah, we were those people, motel rat's, is what I liked to call it. We would move every few months or so because of my mother’s occupation, a cum dumpster and she wasn’t the type that would be able to handle jail very well so after a while of her time providing the town's people with the services of an Lady of the Night. She would become paranoid and we’d move. My pace had started to pick up as I noticed the street lights were beginning to flicker on one by one.

Thud... Thud... Thud... Thud... Thud! I remember my heart started to pick up not wanting to be late; because then my mother would be late to her corner. Uncle Samuel, who at the time I did not know was just my mother’s Pimp, would take it out on her physically. My legs begin to stretch wider and wider with each stride almost a leap as I begin sprinting long legged down the slightly icy and very damaged sidewalk on the brisk end of fall day. The Sun was shining almost all day but never really got above fifty-two degrees if I properly recall, it’s not important anyways.

The wind began to pick up as a couple of gusts almost had taken me from my feet, probably weighing only one hundred and maybe twenty pounds soaking wet. “Squeak” the sound my sneakers mad as I had turned the corner around the old general store, the place I would always get my penny candy. That cheap shit only thing a kid with a penny whore for a Mom, could ever afford. As I passed the general store I had looked up and to my left, toward the old clock tower, “Fuck!” The only thought to pop into my head, my legs already feeling weak and soft like gelatin, I knew I would never make it and my mom would come home the next day with a black eye, bruised ribs, or maybe even worse...

Stopping dead in my tracks in the middle of the road, my arms on my swollen hips, I wasn’t the most active kid in my younger years, at least not until Father Slathe took me in. Clouds form in the air from my warm breath as it collides with the cold brisk air; my head was shaking in disappointment. Never once in my life was I praised and for the most part I could understand why, I wasn’t smart, handsome, brave, or much of a productive part of society. Little did I know that soon, very soon, it would all change and eventually I would have a purpose for someone’s dreams. Catching my breath, the thought of my mother coming up with some lame excuse as to what at the time I would believe happened to her.

Slowly I began to move again toward the motel, which was probably around one thousand meters away just behind the clock tower. As I passed around the left side of the tower I was almost certain there was another presence, now that I think back, for sure I had a glimpse of a shadow stalking. Passed the clock tower, the Motel was in my sight, as well as my trashy makeup coated mother who for sure had a scowl on her face the whole two minutes I had made it back late. As soon as I had made it in arms reach, I was met with a backhand to the left, no right, yeah it was the right side of my face. My eyes closed, tears started to form, my anger began to rage inside my head, the image of me grabbing the brick that I had noticed while crossing the parking lot and bashing my mother’s skull until it formed a bowl of soup flashed over and over in my mind.

Yeah I still have fucking issues, but that is okay, because Father Slathe helps guide me on the path of righteousness now, he controls my darkness now. My eyelids peeled open and the rage disappeared but the ugly fucking skank did not, nor did her foul whiskey soaked and rotting tooth breath. My fist had unquenched and the tears starting flowing uncontrollably like I was some kind of crying doll for little girls. In all reality I was just a sad lonely boy, with no hope for a bright future, who looked like a homeless and abused bitch boy...

To be continued...

The Scene opens it is present day, I am in a cell in what looks to be the catacombs of an old church, the limestone walls, with old wooden torches for lights lined on the walls. Clothed in my usual black with black pinstripe dress suit, no jacket, a rose red vest, dark purple tie, black with rose red tipped dress shoes, a black pair of gloves, and of course my patented leather mask. The chill from the wind of the underground catacombs wiggles my vest bottom ever so slightly. Squatting like a toddler, hands dangling between my thighs, head twitching every ten seconds or so, I stare through the bars of my cell toward Father Slathe who is setting up a tripod with a camera linked to a computer. Father Slathe is wearing his normal get up a priest’s outfit with a large black hat with a very large round brim that flows completely around his head.

A goofy smile forms on my face as I stare at my Father, whom in time I have come to obey, completely like a well-disciplined pet. Growing excited I begin to beg my father like a spoiled dog, my left arm makes its way through two bars and my mouth opens wide under my mask.

Mr. Tidbits: “Father, Father, Father! Please, Father, I want to hear a story, Father!”

Father Slathe: “Shut up boy, I am about to speak to the XWF universe on your behalf, remember son, I told you in a few short days you will be released to do what you were brought to me for!”

Mr. Tidbits: “Plea...”

Father Slathe quickly cuts me off by probing my ribs with a cattle prong, knocking me off my feet and onto my back, I just lay their eyes closed trying to control my anger. Father Slathe’s voice begins to echo throughout the catacombs, but he isn’t talking to me.

Father Slathe: “Good evening XWF followers, I would first just like to introduce myself and well of course my little disobedient pet whom may not want to join us for a little while. I mean come on who would after some high voltage discipline. Just a small requirement to keep monsters at bay if you will. See Mr. Tidbits, he isn’t human, in the sense he has no emotions and no social skills what so ever, but he is the perfect being to cause mayhem, destruction, and cleansing the world for his master! Things we haven’t partaken in a while and now we have the opportunity to sharpen the daggers of violence, thanks to the XWF and Mr. Kato.

Come the twenty-fifth of February my pet will be set free on the poor souls who are known to you all as Michael McBride, Bobby Blackcoat, and David Stone. A four-way Ladder match where my pet Mr. Tidbits will show on a small scale just what a true high flying, hardcore, and extreme maniac he is. Not only will my pet rip each of those men open, but he will be the one to climb the ladder and grab the pack of cigarettes, which I will probably have to enjoy one before turning them in for our prize. That is a promise from a true holy one, my children, Mr. Tidbits will walk away from the ring, me by his side puffing on Kato’s cancer sticks at the end of the match.

I know this because I’ve trained Tidbits myself, he has no cares, he doesn’t care about losing or winning, whatever the possible the prize could be, all he wants to do is obey. One thing Tidbits cares about and that is pleasing his master, oh you guessed it right children, his master is I. So now all I have to do is whisper destroy and claim the cigarettes for our own in his ear before the bell rings and we will allow fate to do its job. Oh Michael, Bobby, David, fate is Mr. Tidbits and he is one mean and destructive being, who has only one purpose and that is to please me and well I want to be at the top!

In order to get to the top, one most start their road somewhere and why not better than at Savage, in the Ladder match? I say that is the perfect time and place to begin, I am just sorry to be the bearer of bad news for any fans of the three souls to be the beginning of our road. David, Michael, and Bobby will be the foundation of our path to success and there is nothing no one can or could do. XWF... XWF... XWF! A dark holy storm is a roaring toward you and estimation time of arrival is Savage! Mr. Tidbits will blow the roof off the arena and allow his Father to fall from the darkened heavens and spread the truth upon the people. My son will feed me the blood and souls of the weaker to allow me to regain my true power, to accomplish the unbelievable!

My son Mr. Tidbits is here to clear the way to my throne, which is just the beginning, it is now the time that the darkest of holiness to spread again. Soon the truth will spread the people will once again know the world doesn’t turn without bloodshed and conquering the weak, we need to end the bloodlines of the weak and allow the strong to strive again. Many speak of peace and love but are not ready to bleed or make someone else bleed to achieve, well my children, my son and I are here to show you we are not afraid to use violence to achieve our cause! We will not bow or break for no one especially a few clowns in a ladder match, Mr. Tidbits is just going to enjoy the time he gets to spend dismantling the men at Savage. A little more exciting it should be for him, well at least if you guys can put up a little fight back, please don't hold back, because I won't allow Mr. Tidbits to show any mercy."

My eyelids peel open, I slowly sit up and stare at the camera with my head tilted before the scene fades leaving the camera static like.

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