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Cain · (09-16-2014)

Reiteration: This Is My Show

Time And Date: 3am. September 10th. Chernobyl

As I look down from this reactor tower, my balance a picture of perfection; the evacuated town looms below me. This is a wonderful place to train. Hate that I wore my best three piece Armani. An oversight on my part, to say the least. A small price to pay for my salvation, my longevity as the Monster of Madness. The Future of Darkness. The radiation, truthfully, doesn't affect me as it does other humans. Years of conditioning has helped with that. Sure, I can smell the debris in the air. It's a burnt smell. Like burnt toast but I have no comparison. I can see holes in the street below. What a mess.

What must it have been like back then? What must those humans thought when they were rushed out of their beloved town, and their town became abandoned? Left to suffer at the hands of time? It must have been horrible for them, and only now, after my talk with O'Malley do I...I feel. Maybe there is hope for me yet. Maybe there is forgiveness. It may not be the popular thing to do but I have decided to use my power...my gift...for good. Sort of. I mean, I'll not be killing innocents anymore, but if a mother fucker get out of line, they are dead. Savvy? Right.

Suddenly, my attenrion is caught by the sound of footsteps. My hearing lets me know that it's not just one set. It's like seven sets. Four sets are right on the heels of the other three. Is that menstrual blood I smell?

"HELLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPP!"

Sighs. So much for a peaceful meditation setting.

"Please! You up there! Help!"

I wanted to ignore the young blonde's cries for help. In the past that would have been exactly what I did. I turned my gaze toward the small mob trampling down the street. Four large men chasing three young college girls. Ugly, deformed men chasing porn star level college girls. The men, well, just imagine the Hills Have Eyes meets Jerry Springer. The brunette of the bunch screamed up at me.

"Sir, please! We need your help!"

I tried my best to ignore the goings on below me. But when I saw the brunette, my heart sank. Wait...do I have a heart? I looked down momentarily, thinking of Miako. She was the spitting image and I felt the guilt of my misdeeds weighing upon me once again. I sighed.

"Fuck it."

Fuck you Enigma. Fuck you for suggesting I condition myself in the toughest places on Earth. Sigh. It's for the best. I braced my thighs and pushed off, twisting and spinning through the air like Adrian Neville. Only when I landed, I landed feet first, ground cracking beneath my feet. The four inbreds looked at me now...so did the girls. I just looked between the two groups, and shook my head.

"Thank you so much, sir!"

Nod.

"Blargafargagoobatata!"

Eyes narrows, head tilts.

"The fuck you just say to me,

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[color=#FFA500]"Blargatar...."

"Blarga toooga booga wooga...shut the fuck up! NOW! YOU..." points to the four inbred Russians. "....leave THESE HOES..."

"HEEEEEEY! WE'RE NOT HOES!"

Ugh. I'll use whatever terminology I see fit, goddamit. But, I digress. "...excuse me, fine young women alone."

Oh, they're leaving them alone alright. From the blood on their crooked yellow teeth and flesh under their fingernails, I assume they wanted to make a meal out of the three coeds. Of course now, their undivided attention was focused on me as the mouth breathing morons edged closer to me. Being the badass that I was, I stood my ground. The three coeds cowered behind me, and I whispered back at them through the corner of my lips.

"On my mark....run...."

"....1...."

They readied to pounce...closer...

"....2....."

Closer....and closer....I could smell the flesh on their breath...

"3!"

"Go!"

With a monsterous roar, I barked the order at the girls. I didn't have to ask twice. After all, they were frightened enough without seeing my true form. As the four converged on me, one groaned in pain as I jabbed my left claw, my talons, into his stomach and ripped his entrails out. Kicking another away, I snaked around behind a third and wrapped the gutted entrails around his throat, strangling him. As this inbred turned blue, his eyes rolling back, I swung his dead weight imto the previous attacker, a snap heard from his neck as the dead man's feet struck his jaw. I whipped around on the fourth redneck...ahem...bolshevik...and roared, my eyes ablaze with hellfire. He blinked twice and turned, running away. I wiped my hands onmy jacket, my eyes focusing their night vision on my car.

"Hmrf..."

"YAAAAAAAAAYYYY!"

Narrows eyes. Oh great. They're...ugh...hugging me. Nice tits though. But I am not here in Russia for pussy.

"You saved us! Thank you so much!"

OH MY GOD!

"Muah!"

"Muah!"

By now I am covered with lipstick as I storm over to the Impala, jerking the door open. Oh my god. They're following me. I guess they want a ride, but honestly, I've no time for such things. I'm sure they'll be fine. Everyone gets one free after all, and as I roared off toward Siberia, I'm sure they loved my newly made license plate. Hey...maybe they think I'm a new super hero. The plate? It says MRARKHAM.

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