When I pulled up in front of my home, the place looked deserted. Save for the fact that the front doors were wide open. What the fuck was that about? Every light was off and as I approached the front steps, I just got that vibe that everyone was gone. It was a sinking suspicion. I didn't think all the help would be hanging out, silently in the dark. I mean, I've done that, but not for the sake of doing only that. There were always motives behind it. Sometimes I needed to play the waiting game. In the dark. While keeping quiet. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. The help split on me. Why would they barrel out and leave the doors standing wide open in the process? I seriously doubt I needed to worry about intruders, being so far out in the middle of nowhere but that's still messed up. Anybody or anything could wander right in and make themselves at home. A bear could be in there, right now, stealing my picnic baskets! Okay, so I wasn't really worried about that. I still pulled one of the many knives, that I keep on myself, at all times, before I made my way inside. That reminds me, wasn't McBride supposed to be getting back to me with a new toy? What the hell is that fuckin' mick doing? He's supposed to be a professional. Whatever. Times and places. This wasn't the right moment to be focusing on that shit. Not while I'm trying to figure out what's goin' on in my own damn home. I flip the light switch, after I closed and locked the front doors and nothing happens. Perfect. Now I gotta navigate my way in the dark and find out why the lights don't work.
Pulling out my cell phone, I switch to the flash light mode and then hold it up high, so that I'm able to actually see as I continue onward through my house. As I progress, I swear I can hear faint whispers and there are shadows and dark patches that can't simply be traced back to objects that I pass by. At one point, I'm certain there's a pair of glowing, red eyes, gazing in my direction, but when I get closer they seem to have faded away. Or maybe they weren't there at all? Perhaps my mind is running away with itself? Playing tricks on me? I've never been one to fear the dark though and I also have pretty keen eyes, so I don't see how that would make sense. Then again, with so much not making sense lately, this might be right on cue with everything else. This is right when a cold gust of air, swooshes past me and I make the call to reach out and attempt to stab whatever might be there. My blade touches nothing but as I retract my hand, something wraps around my wrist and starts to pull at it. Whatever it is, it's strong and icy cold and I can feel sharp barbs digging into my flesh. With a grunt of frustration, I yank away from it, with all my might and I feel it release me at the exact same moment. I end up toppling to the floor. My phone slips from my hand and goes sliding off into the darkness. As for my knife... well, that found its way into a more... fun place. Plunged directly into my side, cause my dumb ass somehow landed on the fuckin' thing.
Rolling onto my back, I pulled the knife from my body and gasped. I could feel the blood, gush outta the wound, that was a lot deeper than I anticipated. A twang of pain summoned a groan from me as I held my side and pushed myself up from the floor. Bad idea. This only caused the blood to flow even quicker and I stumbled forward, slumping into the wall in the process. That's when I felt the frozen touch of whatever that thing was that had me before, wrap around my left ankle and pull me back to the floor. I crashed down, hard and at the same moment, I started kicking at whatever that thing was and it let me go. I rose to a sitting position and scooted up against the wall. My hand pressed tightly against the wound, I could feel that the bleeding had stopped and the gash was completely gone. There wasn't even a scar. It had healed itself closed that quickly. Unfortunately, there were still bigger issues looming in the darkness. By this point I wasn't freaked out or scared, I was pissed. I never felt so much rage in my entire life. It coursed through me like raw, pure energy. This was both new and exhilarating. There was something else going on too. I felt a rush or more like a surge of powerful electricity, pulse through my body as I instinctively reached out my hand and a ball of fire, emitted from my palm. It illuminated the entire room as this happened and struck a black, frigid looking form, that was lurking only a few inches from me, ready to attack.
I looked at my hand, still engulfed in flames and slowly made a fist. This was fuckin' insane! I could feel the heat of the blaze but my skin was perfectly intact. There wasn't any pain either. Just an inferno encompassing my fist. Burning, like my arm was a torch. I then turned my attention to the thing that was smoldering on the floor. It wasn't anything I ever encountered before. Completely black, its body was jagged and sharp but also polished and shiny, like crystal. There was no distinct human form to it either, it actually looked more in kind with a snake. A snake made out of smooth, spiky, black rocks. I lifted myself to a standing position and walked over to it as it opened its eyes. A pair of bright crimson jewels met my gaze and I knew it was the thing that was stalking me in the dark. But why? And what did it want? Did someone send it here to wait for me? Or was it here of its own accord? Before I could relay my curiosity with a few questions; assuming the thing would've been able to talk or understand anything I asked, it reared up and tried to strike but this time, I grabbed it. Its sharp body puncturing my skin as it squirmed and screamed a high pitch shrill, shriek before it burst into flames. Completely incinerated. Within seconds. Instantly charring to a crisp and crumbling to ash, that dropped to the carpet. The lights immediately came on after that and I felt a presence approach from behind me. I turned and there stood my maid, Elise. A pleased smile on her face and a broom and dust pan in hand.
"Well done sir.... well, done."
She brushed past me and started to sweep the ash up into the dust pan but I needed answers, so I grabbed her arm. Forgetting that my hand was still on fire. I was shocked to see that it didn't burn her. Instead her whole arm turned into smoke and my fiery hand went right through it. Elise's smile never faltering, she placed her other hand on my shoulder and spoke in a comforting manner as she gently massaged it.
"If you're looking for answers. Best start in the study. That's where your grandfather kept all the important stuff."
With that, she turned back to the pile of ash and continued sweeping as I stepped away from her and headed for the study. It was definitely time for some answers.
(Disclaimer - Based on material released before 9/23/16)
"Bearded War Pig. The time is drawing near and the days are slipping by fast. You want so desperately to rise up and grab that brass ring. To shine in the spotlight and become a champion. It's actually quite moving. Touching. I hear you speak so adamantly about your worth and I feel... nothing. That's right. I don't feel a god damn thing. Someone out there probably finds your inspirational pep talk uplifting and endearing but that someone ain't me. I did get a little hungry though and then I made the mistake of eating a king sized burrito and now, I'm a little gassy but that's about it. Hey, don't sweat my apathy though. It's no slam on you. That's just my general outlook towards most things. See, I've always been kinda disconnected from stuff. Things don't effect me like they do... well, you. You're a very spirited, emotionally driven guy and it shows. Someone calls you a bitch and you feel disrespected... irked, as you put it and you lash out and react with immediate hostility. Someone calls me a bitch. I'll laugh. I don't give a shit. It doesn't matter to me. None of it does."
"You say I have fans and apparently there's a poll that's going on that says I'll beat you on Wednesday but even that doesn't interest me. I'm only here for one thing. To destroy, maim and cause as much pain as possible. I don't feel much but when I hear the screams and I know I'm causing immense agony, it does something... special. It's a thrill and in that moment I truly feel alive. I'm exhilarated and the high only provokes me to continue. That rush is like no other. Title or no title, it makes no difference to me. The trinket is merely a means to lure others into my path. People like you, Pig. Guys with eyes on the prize. You really have no idea what you're in store for. And in some ways, I'm ignorant to what will go down on that night as well. It's all very sporadic and impulsive for me. I never really know what I might do, yet I always know what will happen. Regardless if I win or lose, it's always the same. Come this Wednesday night, you'll see what I mean. Oh and I'm really looking forward to meeting Sugah. I think her and I will really hit it off. Don't be surprised if she likes me better though and I wind up taking her for my own. I think it's time I had a special someone in my life and she seems perfect."
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