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Morbid Angel · **01-22-2015, 07:30 PM**

“FUCK! They’re running outback!”

“GET THOSE FUCKING FUCKERS!”

The obvious sounds of familiar voices

The lights snap on! Morbid Angel is hovering over a man, strangling him to death! Shane who turned on the lights stood there with his .357 smoking and the potato blasted to bits. Bodies were everywhere!

Shane-“Fuck! That’s not him!”

Morbid Angel looks down and notices that it was not Billy he was strangling. The CWF took Morbid Angel’s departure as a sign and Billy called in reinforcements. Most of their wrestling staff that hated Morbid came to protect the family. They lay dead on the floor! In the firefight Morbid shot many people, Shane shot people and when the bullets were out Morbid attacked with his hands! Those same hands that chopped Peter Gilmours dick off. Those very hands, wrapped around another man’s neck. Morbid Angel stops and the man looks relieved that he is no longer being strangled. Morbid taking deep breaths as he looks around the room for Billy, nothing but the dead of the CWF. Morbid looks back down and his hands lunge for the throat, squeezing the life from the man. The man struggles to no avail as the life drains from his face and his eyes fill with emptiness. Shane takes off out the back looking for those who escaped the clutches of XWF victory!

Morbid has a few other thoughts in mind. He picks up his gun and starts to wander the house, listening for sound that may be someone hiding. He knows that there are at least two could be victims that need dealt with; Billy’s children!

Not so much unlike Duke, Morbid Angel does it with a little more taste. Child murder is not in a sexual nature like Duke’s, more it is like finishing a vendetta. There is nothing more angering and life ruining than killing someone’s children. With Duke in the past we can take notice to his ability to gain sexual pleasure, doing it to have control over someone. Most child murders Kill and gain sexual pleasure by reliving their childhood’s displeasures due by family or strangers.
Pest is another prime example. Perhaps he had a sister that he enjoyed touching and in the end developed the love of young girls. The truth is we may never know the actual truth behind Duke and Pest.
Morbid does it for the suffering and the only pleasure he gets from it is the life he steals from the world and the eternal torment for the living.
Outside the son’s room Morbid Angel slowly opens the door, the room was dark but he could hear something scuffling around, he knew those fucking little bastards might be trying to hide under the bed or in the closet so he flicks the light on and sees no one. The room was still the same smoke grey he had painted it earlier with a few added posters to the walls. Mostly CWF posters but on in particular that caught his attention…A Morbid Angel poster!

It was a promo poster of Morbid Angel’s return to the CWF with all offensive stuff removed. Morbid stands there looking at the poster with his gun clenched in hand, he begins to feel bad about shooting these kids. Thinking that maybe he shouldn’t shoot them because they are fans. They deserve BETTER! Morbid holsters the gun and pulls out his Khyber Bowie from its sheath and continues to hunt. He starts with flipping the beds; nothing but a sock. He goes over to the closet and flings it open; nothing but clothes dangling. He feels a draft from the freezing air outside and notices the window not fully shut, he quickly goes over and flings it open, snow starts to pelt his ugly face as he looks outside and sees the children running into the bushes next door. Morbid grabs a hold of the window sill and starts to climb out but the old wood doesn’t hold and the entire window frame rips from the house under the 450lbs of weight hanging. He falls from the second story all the way down and lands in a light pillow of snow. His relief wasn’t long lived, the second he got his barring he feels the Bowie glistening in the moon light falling in his direction; it’s sharpened blade meaning business. He braces for a good stabbing but is nearly missed as the long blade slides into the frozen earth not a foot from his stomach. Morbid Angel exhales in relief and grabs the blade and continues his hunt! Following the two children across the abandoned yards and trough worn down streets there were a few things that he knew that others may have forgotten; this is Morbid Angel’s town and he was the only person for miles!

There is no way that the escaped could ever get away, not before Morbid could catch them or they would die under the freezing moonlight!

Though being in top shape, Morbid was no match for the lungs of young people and shortly after he stopped chasing. He watched them run off into the distance and listened for which ever direction they were heading he quietly walked the opposite direction of Billy’s children and headed back to the house with a chuckle.

The boys ran shoeless in the snow. The cold taking its toll on their bare feet and lack of jackets. The pains of the icy winds tear at their flesh like hundreds of rusty razors ripping. As the body rapidly loses heat it begins to shut down their appendages and cloud their judgment. Their adrenaline dies down and they can barely jog. The running snot from their noses freezing almost instantly, their chattering teeth, their fingers can no longer feel anything but the pain of a slow death.

The two boys reach the main road which was covered in snow and open for the strong winds to rip at them some more. The heavy snowfall mixes with ice rain causing an almost hail effect starting to pelt them.

But suddenly, like an angel descending from heaven their family minivan is driving towards them. Their minds are overjoyed with the thoughts of the warm heat inside and the loving embrace of their parents and ignoring the thoughts of being hunted. The moon was bright enough to show the vehicle but not good enough to get through the tinted windows as it pulls up, the electric sliding door slowly opens and the boys jump into the dark van and the door closes quickly behind them. The interior lights do not turn on, nor does the lights on the dash. Pure darkness inside and not a word is said. The boys not really caring, the feeling of safety and warmth settle their weary hearts.

Nothing is said as the van keeps moving and eventually turning around, passing their house and through the center of town and soon arriving at the Morbid mansion! The second the van pulls into the driveway the large motion censored lights kick on and its powerful glow illuminates the van, revealing the driver….

The scene fades out!

At that same moment Morbid is walking the streets looking for foot prints in the snow that would lead him to some of the motherfuckers that escaped him. He sees tracks leading to the old Drug Store and a window broken out. That’s one thing that Morbid would not put up with is broken glass. It’s one thing to have an abandoned town but to have the shit falling down and rotting away is something entirely worse! He goes to investigate with the shine from the blade leading the way.

Morbid pokes his head inside the broken window and is greeted with the old cash register getting thrown in his face! Morbid Angel stumbles and falls over the curb landing in the street. The CWF superstar, Good Guy Troy steps out holding a broken 2x4 and goes on the attack. He swings the board at Morbid and Morbid Angel blocks with the Bowie, slicking the board in half. The severed bit of wood hits Morbid Angel in the face and busts him open, blood starts to stain the white snow red! Troy is strong on the attack as Morbid tries to get up but is kicked back down. Morbid roll across the street like a crack head on fire and jumps to his feet. Troy was storming his direction, now armed with his Bowie; Morbid looks around frantically to find something to use and sees an old metal bench, bolted to the sidewalk! Morbid goes over there and with ease rips it from its bolts and swings it has hard as he could, hitting Good Guy Troy in his face with a blow that caved in his face! The man fell into a heap of himself, dead. Morbid walks over and kicks the man to make sure everything was dead before grabbing his Bowie. He is determined to kill at least one motherfucker with this thing.

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