Post by Hazard on Nov 26, 2014 23:35:36 GMT -6
What is our perception of the word? Who do we visualize when it's spoken? Superman? Daredevil? Maybe even Charles Xavier? All three of these fictional characters have something in common. They were selfless in their actions, doing whatever was necessary to preserve the good of humanity. Even if their legends were nothing more than fantasy, a message was still sent to the masses that chose to indulge. Every man, woman, or child that read tales of their heroics... was also given the key to decipher the message hidden beneath the text.
Sometimes the hero feels more pain than the victim...
But first, one must become heroic. So what are the requirements for being akin to those characters? What would give any of us the right to don a cape and colorful leotard so we too can be a savior? Does our heart have to be pure? Our mind clear? Our hands forged to protect others? They help, but ultimately, what is needed is the ability to tell right from wrong. Good from evil. Light from darkness...
That's why each and every one of you are ignorant beyond words.
We do not share the same eyes, therefore we see two very different Worlds. I've gained the reputation of being a bad man. One with no conscience, who does the bidding of others. My employer gives me an order and I carry it out with no hesitation... I hurt people and sometimes, the pain and anguish I create isn't warranted. You all perceive me as being nothing more than a Monster whose strings are being tugged by the powerful woman standing behind me.
Lucas McCann is a perfect example of what you see is what you believe, and Vanessa before him.
They have both felt Half Past Dead. Both have been subjected to the hurt that exists beneath my exterior. All because Sky wanted me to teach them a lesson they wouldn't forget. Vanessa chose to rebel against her superior. She chose to be the voice of the voiceless, even if it's something she didn't truly desire. That rebellion was crushed by the fury of the Monster unleashed. Now I'm directed to turn my cold, unforgiving gaze to Lucas. Is history going to repeat itself at Darkest Hour once more? And if it does...
Will it make me a villain?.... or a hero?
"Stop! Please stop!"
A distraught voice echoed down the length of a dark alley as a woman stood there, a terrified look in her eyes as two shadowy figures approached.
"What do you want from me?!"
She continued to scream at the top of her lungs as tears streamed down her face, causing her mascara to run. The fear of the unknown gripping tightly. She had no idea why she was being targeted... and it was horrifying to weigh the possibilities in her own head.
"What do we want? Isn't it obvious, baby?"
One of the figures spoke out, alleviating some of the mystery as to who they were. His deep voice made it clear to anyone that could have heard it.
"Come here..."
The other sounded off as both men charged toward the woman as she began screaming, pleading, kicking, and punching frantically. Doing anything she could to create some distance between herself and the men that were assaulting her.
Under the cloak of the moonlight, two men were committing heinous crimes against a woman who did nothing wrong, only because she was the opposite sex and in their depraved minds... it seemed like a golden opportunity to take advantage of her. Her desperate struggle seemed to go nowhere as her body was bared, article of clothing by article of clothing. Her cries for help, though loud enough to shatter the windows above them, seemed to go unheard. Her kicking and punching seemingly making contact with an invincible wall, and no matter how thunderous her strikes were, they didn't phase the men who were poisoning every inch of her body with their disturbing intentions.
CLANK!
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
Both men questioned back and forth as they turned their heads to observe what was behind them. However, the only thing they could see was the shadows that covered most of it not all of the alleyway that lead to the dead end they were standing at. That's when they heard it again.
CLANK!
Followed by an ominous voice from within the darkness that surrounded them.
"You've done enough. Leave..."
The bigger of the two men released his grip from the woman and turned toward the shadows from which the voice filtered out from. A smug grin forming on his face as he extended both arms outward and snickered arrogantly.
"And what if we don't leave, huh? What the fuck are YOU going to do about it?!"
CLANK!
This time, the all too audible sound was followed by what sounded like steel dragging along the concrete. Meanwhile, while still being held hostage by the other man, the woman lifted her head and stared into the abyss. Wondering who would risk their life and limb to try and rescue her from what would surely lead to rape, possibly murder. Her eyes widened as a glimmer of hope developed within her facial expression. That's when she too heard the voice again. It sounded far more evil than the first time.
"What will I do? I'm afraid that is something... you are not prepared for."
"You talk big for" -
ARRGGGHHH!!!!
Before his sentence could be completed, we saw the tip of a whip extend out from the shadows at an alarming rate, wrapping itself around the man's throat as his eyes practically bulged out of his head in fear. He tried to loosen it's grip but before he could do so, he was yanked into the darkness while letting out a labored scream of terror.
"John!?"
The second man yelled out for his partner in crime, but he could hear nothing but the muffled screams of someone that was experiencing tremendous amounts of pain. Before long, everything grew quiet as the other man maintained his grip on the woman's hair while staring into the darkness. That's when he and the woman he'd been trying to assault saw it. Blood on the concrete, beginning to run out from shadows, slowly seeping through the cracks as it edged closer. Shortly after, this was followed by a jet black boot which was now illuminated under the faint street lights above. Then the second of the pair as they looked at the blood, then the boots, then began to scale the massive figure still somewhat cloaked.
"John is gone... now it's your turn."
Seconds after hearing the chilling tone in the unknown man's voice, he stepped completely out of the shadows, revealing himself to be Hazard. The much smaller man's jaw dropped as he marveled at the sheer size of the monster, but more importantly, the menacing aura that poured out of him. Haz allowed his barbed wire clad whip to extend to the point where it landed on the concrete right beside the pool of blood.
"Please show mercy?"
The man was trembling with fear as he immediately backed away from his partially naked victim. Hazard reared his hand back, the same one which held the handle to his whip firmly. With an emotionless look playing on his face, he swung forward right as the woman closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to witness what was milliseconds away from taking place.
SLAAASSSHH!!!!
*Gasp Gasp*
She pried her own eyes open, as she glanced over at the man who had just been holding her against her will. He remained on his feet, yet stiff as a board. As she examined him closer, she noticed blood spewing out of a gaping laceration on his throat. He grasped at his neck and then collapsed onto the concrete. Breathing his final breath right in front of the Woman and the Monster who had just taken his life, with no sense of remorse whatsoever. That's when Hazard began to approach the girl.
"I warned them... but they chose not to listen. Death was the price they paid, and now? They can live out the rest of eternity, in a fiery hell, regretting their poor decision."
She began to scoot backwards on her behind, trying to keep a safe distance from Hazard... but his strides were far too great. His pace didn't increase, but he closed the gap within a matter of seconds, then leaned down. He grabbed an article of her clothing and draped it over her shoulders as she stared up into the eyes of the Monster, somewhat befuddled. Hazard leaned in closer, almost to the point where the tips of their noses were touching. He inhaled sharply, while staring directly into her eyes.
"If you can't protect yourself from insects.... how would you protect yourself from me?"
Her lips began to quiver as more tears streamed down her face. She was petrified, made even worse by the haunting words of the seven footer. Oddly enough, however, he relented and rose back to his feet... slowly and calmly walking by the traumatized woman. Gradually returning to the shadows from which he first appeared. But not before speaking one last time.
"Am I truly a bad man? Or am I simply forced to do bad things, because my employer is bad? I'll let Lucas be the judge at Darkest Hour. Prepare..."
That being said, he was gone. Without a trace, unless you count both corpses and the ounces upon ounces of blood that had painted the concrete a shade of red. Leaving the woman to ponder the message the Monster had sent to her...
What I've done for this helpless woman is exactly what I plan on doing for VOW. Even if it means I have to go through every one I'm commanded to target. Even if it means their careers are forfeit. Their lively hoods shattered. Any memory of them ever being relevant in this industry subject to complete and total ruination. In the end, I'll be hailed as the greatest hero of all. Yes, in the end? I'm going to save all of you from me... and until that opportunity presents itself...
I'll have to be the villain before you can truly see me as a hero.
- End
"Come here..."
The other sounded off as both men charged toward the woman as she began screaming, pleading, kicking, and punching frantically. Doing anything she could to create some distance between herself and the men that were assaulting her.
Under the cloak of the moonlight, two men were committing heinous crimes against a woman who did nothing wrong, only because she was the opposite sex and in their depraved minds... it seemed like a golden opportunity to take advantage of her. Her desperate struggle seemed to go nowhere as her body was bared, article of clothing by article of clothing. Her cries for help, though loud enough to shatter the windows above them, seemed to go unheard. Her kicking and punching seemingly making contact with an invincible wall, and no matter how thunderous her strikes were, they didn't phase the men who were poisoning every inch of her body with their disturbing intentions.
CLANK!
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
Both men questioned back and forth as they turned their heads to observe what was behind them. However, the only thing they could see was the shadows that covered most of it not all of the alleyway that lead to the dead end they were standing at. That's when they heard it again.
CLANK!
Followed by an ominous voice from within the darkness that surrounded them.
"You've done enough. Leave..."
The bigger of the two men released his grip from the woman and turned toward the shadows from which the voice filtered out from. A smug grin forming on his face as he extended both arms outward and snickered arrogantly.
"And what if we don't leave, huh? What the fuck are YOU going to do about it?!"
CLANK!
This time, the all too audible sound was followed by what sounded like steel dragging along the concrete. Meanwhile, while still being held hostage by the other man, the woman lifted her head and stared into the abyss. Wondering who would risk their life and limb to try and rescue her from what would surely lead to rape, possibly murder. Her eyes widened as a glimmer of hope developed within her facial expression. That's when she too heard the voice again. It sounded far more evil than the first time.
"What will I do? I'm afraid that is something... you are not prepared for."
"You talk big for" -
ARRGGGHHH!!!!
Before his sentence could be completed, we saw the tip of a whip extend out from the shadows at an alarming rate, wrapping itself around the man's throat as his eyes practically bulged out of his head in fear. He tried to loosen it's grip but before he could do so, he was yanked into the darkness while letting out a labored scream of terror.
"John!?"
The second man yelled out for his partner in crime, but he could hear nothing but the muffled screams of someone that was experiencing tremendous amounts of pain. Before long, everything grew quiet as the other man maintained his grip on the woman's hair while staring into the darkness. That's when he and the woman he'd been trying to assault saw it. Blood on the concrete, beginning to run out from shadows, slowly seeping through the cracks as it edged closer. Shortly after, this was followed by a jet black boot which was now illuminated under the faint street lights above. Then the second of the pair as they looked at the blood, then the boots, then began to scale the massive figure still somewhat cloaked.
"John is gone... now it's your turn."
Seconds after hearing the chilling tone in the unknown man's voice, he stepped completely out of the shadows, revealing himself to be Hazard. The much smaller man's jaw dropped as he marveled at the sheer size of the monster, but more importantly, the menacing aura that poured out of him. Haz allowed his barbed wire clad whip to extend to the point where it landed on the concrete right beside the pool of blood.
"Please show mercy?"
The man was trembling with fear as he immediately backed away from his partially naked victim. Hazard reared his hand back, the same one which held the handle to his whip firmly. With an emotionless look playing on his face, he swung forward right as the woman closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to witness what was milliseconds away from taking place.
SLAAASSSHH!!!!
*Gasp Gasp*
She pried her own eyes open, as she glanced over at the man who had just been holding her against her will. He remained on his feet, yet stiff as a board. As she examined him closer, she noticed blood spewing out of a gaping laceration on his throat. He grasped at his neck and then collapsed onto the concrete. Breathing his final breath right in front of the Woman and the Monster who had just taken his life, with no sense of remorse whatsoever. That's when Hazard began to approach the girl.
"I warned them... but they chose not to listen. Death was the price they paid, and now? They can live out the rest of eternity, in a fiery hell, regretting their poor decision."
She began to scoot backwards on her behind, trying to keep a safe distance from Hazard... but his strides were far too great. His pace didn't increase, but he closed the gap within a matter of seconds, then leaned down. He grabbed an article of her clothing and draped it over her shoulders as she stared up into the eyes of the Monster, somewhat befuddled. Hazard leaned in closer, almost to the point where the tips of their noses were touching. He inhaled sharply, while staring directly into her eyes.
"If you can't protect yourself from insects.... how would you protect yourself from me?"
Her lips began to quiver as more tears streamed down her face. She was petrified, made even worse by the haunting words of the seven footer. Oddly enough, however, he relented and rose back to his feet... slowly and calmly walking by the traumatized woman. Gradually returning to the shadows from which he first appeared. But not before speaking one last time.
"Am I truly a bad man? Or am I simply forced to do bad things, because my employer is bad? I'll let Lucas be the judge at Darkest Hour. Prepare..."
That being said, he was gone. Without a trace, unless you count both corpses and the ounces upon ounces of blood that had painted the concrete a shade of red. Leaving the woman to ponder the message the Monster had sent to her...
What I've done for this helpless woman is exactly what I plan on doing for VOW. Even if it means I have to go through every one I'm commanded to target. Even if it means their careers are forfeit. Their lively hoods shattered. Any memory of them ever being relevant in this industry subject to complete and total ruination. In the end, I'll be hailed as the greatest hero of all. Yes, in the end? I'm going to save all of you from me... and until that opportunity presents itself...
I'll have to be the villain before you can truly see me as a hero.
- End
