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ProphecyGG · (02-06-2013)

Honolulu, Hawaii

*The scene opens in an unknown location somewhere in Hawaii. Usually the case with Prophecy. Often keeping to himself. Especially before a match. The room, dungeon like. Dark. Damp. Cold. The only light around, a circle of candles on the floor. The flames flicker and dance from the slight cool draft. In the center of the circle is Prophecy. He is elevated in the air, dangling from chains hanging from the ceiling. The hooks at the end of the chains, five of them, pierced through his skin. One at each shoulder blade. One in the center of his back. Two on opposite sides of his spine in the lower lumbar region. What appears to be animal skins the only thing covering his lower half. Blood still drips from the skins. His hands covered in blood.*

*A native man, some sort of shaman or witch doctor, sits in only a loin cloth and some sort of ceremonial head dress in front of Prophecy. His legs crossed and intertwined in the Indian style fashion. The mans eyes roll in the back of his head as he rocks back and forth, chanting an humming some sort of mantra in a strange tongue. A second man enters the room also wearing a loin cloth and a kabuki mask carrying a medium sized clay bowl. On the side of his wist rests an obsidian stone blade.*

*The second man places the bowl on the floor. He dips his fingers into the bowl. He walks around Prophecy several times splashing what appears to be blood around the area where Prophecy hangs. He removes the three lower hooks from Prophecy's body leaving him hanging by only the two in his shoulder blades. The man walks around to the front of Prophecy. He dips his fingers into the bowl again then splashes the blood onto Prophecy's chest. He takes one finger and traces some sort of glyph on the forehead, abdomen, and shoulders of Prophecy.*

*The other man finishes the mantra and slowly rises to his feet. He approaches the second man and they bow to each other. The second man takes the blade and hands it over and walks away. The man takes the blade and chants again some sort of prayer or incantation. He brings the blade to the chest of Prophecy. He carves two glyph like symbols into each pectoral of Prophecy. Slowly he walks around to the back of Prophecy. He finishes chanting. As soon as he does he rips the hooks out of Prophecy's back sending him crashing to floor.*

*Prophecy makes no sound of his own. No motions. The man says a final chant briefly and then bows to the lifeless Prophecy. He leans over and speaks in english with a strong native accent*

Man: "It is done. Rise."

*Prophecy's eyes snap open and he quickly rises to his feet. His eyes dark. Black. Cold and soulless. He turns his head slowly and looks at the man. His face void of any emotion. Entranced. Possessed even. Prophecy nods to the man. He walks to the corner and grabs his belongings. The second man enters the room guiding someone into the room. A colleague of some sort of Prophecy. The yet unknown person looks around. A look of shock on his face. Prophecy walks slowly towards the door where the man and his colleague stand.*

Colleague: "...Jesus..."

*Prophecy turns his head, slowly and almost robotic towards his colleague. He stares blankly almost looking through him. His mind on only one person right now. He shakes his head slowly.*

Prophecy: "...Not here."

*He turns and faces forward and walks out of the room. His colleague does christian cross gesture and shakes his head turning and walking out following Prophecy*

Colleague: "My God...I hope you know what you're doing..."

*scene fades...*

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