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John Austin · (10-04-2013)

ACT 1: Ubi est puella

Who here can raise their hands and say that are not sinners? I bet many of you can not. See we all sin one way or another. You could be corrupted by greed. You could be a sexual deviant or you could be a gluttonous sloth. It really doesn't matter because we have all sinned. Much can be said the same for John Austin. John will admit it, he a sinner and he is proud of it. If there is such thing as a hell, you think John would care if he goes?.....fuck no.

We open up our scene, high atop of a mountain in some unknown location. At the top of this mountain is a golden throne where we see John Austin sitting. He is not dressed up in his usual attire of a ghoulish like creature, no this time John looks normal. The same raggedy jeans and t-shirt we always were accustomed to seeing. The weather is quite pleasant today. The breeze blows freely through the air and helps those little birdies get them quicker to their location. Our camera zooms in as we get a clear glimpse of John just sitting there.

He has a posture of "you know...I am a lazy fuck and I don't care" ...His dirty combat boots hang down low with some of the laces not in the correct loop holes. Does this matter to John? absolutely not. John begins look down as if he is talking to a crowd of people. People who are not there but not in John's mind.

A great man once said if you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like it. You see I have dealt with a lot of pesky individuals in my life-time but none has been worse than that sweet, little innocent girl named Alexandra Callaway. Our history runs deep like the blood in hell but everything changed the last time we met up. You see, I don't forget what happened. You think for one second that I am just going to roll over and play dead for you and that horseshit you call a Congregation? ...When will you ever understand that a congregation is not being lead around by hillbilly Jesus and hanging on to his every word. A congregation is a group of individuals who all believe in what is good, right and pure. Nothing about your group screams good, right and pure.

It is like I tell everyone that I ever come across, if you want to get great at what you do, you first need to accept the evil that surrounds your heart. I sin every single day of my life. I have no shame in admitting it. I wish death upon my fellow brethren by taking their souls and feeding them to the ONLY! true savior in this world. I am a sexual fiend and love the feel of the flesh from my woman with hair bright as the fiery pits of DAMN-NATION. Instead of believing what this so called Jesus Christ tells you, why not do what is right and believe the madness that surrounds that heart of yours. Don't be afraid little girl...*John covers his eyes and then opens them back up* ....Peek a boo....I see you *John laughs*

My dark savior wants your soul for his weekly meal. He cries out at night with each howl and plea. I told him that taking your soul here on Madness will be a job I will do. I will not stop till every bone in your body aches and breaks. Ask them Alexandra...ASK THEM ALLL!!!!! ...they dared to defy his name and look what happened to them. You may consider them insignificant pieces of dust but each one was more fuel added to those flames of hell. They said what they were going to do but they ended up failing worse than ever before. Nothing they could do or say could stop them from the pain and suffering they endured when presented at the altar of hate.

I love the ones who are like you. You take everyone under your smiles and frills and lure them into a sense of security THEN YOU SNATCH IT AWAY! ...You are like the black widow of La Porte but see, I will not fall into that web of deceit once again. I came prepared with my family this time. See we don't listen to a Hawaiian hillbilly, we march to the beat of our drum. We love each other with the up-most respect and we protect each other better than the Army of the United States itself. Call us the legion of hate, the crazy fuckers, whatever you think we are but it doesn't matter because at the end of the day Christine, Sarah, Andrew and I ALWAYS get the job done. Our dark souls guide us in the path of destruction.

So don't be afraid little girl. We bear the mark of the beast and under his guidance, we are one. Have you seen the blood washing ashore? Have you heard those screams Alexandra? That means it is time. It is time for you to wake up and smell those dark roses you surround yourself in. Mystica, Eli James, no one can save you from the path of hell and destruction I will bring to you on Madness. The dark lord wants your soul baby girl and I am going to do whatever I can to bring it to him. After I bring you soul to him, he will finish it off with the blood of Mystica and Eli James himself.

The souls of the undead are ready. They have been marching one by one down the lane-way. Hear the groans and moans of them, embrace them because once you are true with your dark soul, the path to the galaxy in the cosmos will open up and you will become one with yourself. The choice is yours Alexandra...I hope you make the right decision...

*John covers his eyes then quickly opens them* Peek-a-booooo ....I see yoooou *John laughs hysterically*

John lays back in his golden throne and closes his eyes as our camera fades away from this nut-case. It is part duo in the saga of John Austin / Alexandra Callaway. Watch it all unfold on the next Madness.....

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