Post by The Misfit Spaz on Jun 1, 2012 15:52:58 GMT -6
Present Day
Seattle, Washington
Kurt Cobains Estate
I stand outside, standing underneath the balcony where a great man took his life. The rain drops fall from the sky as the thunder claps and the lighting shoots downwards from the sky. I smoke a cigarette, carefully covering it with my hand as this moment I am truly relaxed. Everything that has occurred since coming here and leaving Bryan behind and bringing just Jack, has opened my eyes. I shut my eyes for a moment and remember the last thing i said to her. "I love you", some people say these words without meaning but telling her that took every inch of true emotion. After Lindsay I never thought I would be capable to love again, now they have Bath and a new age of madness has over come me.
"You must be Spaz." A voice says from the darkness, at first I think i am imagining it but then again i could be wrong. I have been before.
"Yeah," I respond confused as to who I am talking to.
"I am sure you have heard of me. I'm Anton Lavey." He says extending his hand in an offer of friendship. I know who he is. He's Brooklyn's father, the man who employed Lilth and trained her.
"You know something I owe you a beating. But unlike your daughter I have class, and am not a whore." I tell him slowly clenching my fists, how I wasnt to beat the piss out of him and show him the lack of respect that i can only show to a person. "What brings you to Seattle?" I ask him smiling an arrogant smile.
"You know why I am here, you have an employee of mine."
"Really? Well then maybe i should return him to you. Come with me sir." I tell him in such a way that words almost sound like lyrics from a song. "Hopefully you don't have a weak stomach."
"I am sure i can handle it." He says as he walks behind me into the back yard. To a lone tree where a man is strung up by his arms in the tree. He his beaten so severly that when he looks at the beaten and mangled body of Jack his face goes cold.
"You did this to him? What does the HF stand for?" He asks as he takes a couple steps closer to Jack.
"Yes he is my messenger of hell. He means something to Brooklyn and she needs to be taught a lesson, she takes me to lightly. She has something that means a lot to me and I want her to see that I don't Fuck around." I tell him as I look at the letters carved on his chest. Hell's Fire, it used to mean brotherhood and now all it means is betrayal. "That's a message to a friend and your daughters Fuck buddy."
He stays silent after the comment about Anton and Brooklyn "You have excellent skill in your work Blair. But you need to stop this, you are pushing Brooklyn to far and she will kill Bathory. I am the only person that can get her back for you, but you have to let Jack go."
"You know something Mr. Lavey. I'm not fucking stupid, don't treat me like an idiot. You want Jack back after Oracle you can come here and get him. But you need to assure me that your daughter stays the Fuck away from my daughter or I will come after you and make you look like Jack."
"Is that a threat?" He asks getting slightly agitated by my tone of voice.
"No sir." I say with a smile as i get close to him so my nose is nearly touching his. "That's a fucking promise."
"You have no idea what the hell your getting yourself into." I turn away from him and walk away back to the greenhouse. I turn around look back at Anton as he studies the body of Jack.
"After Oracle Lavey. You can have that prickly back... Now get the Fuck off my property." I yell at him as i go into the greenhouse and turn on the light and take a seat in the chair and look down at the small blood stain that is a haunting reminder that an icon was once murdered in this room.
"With the lights out... It's less dangerous... Here we are entertain us. Isn't that what everyone wants, is to be entertained? I mean their is entertainment and than their is sheer stupidity. Brooklyn, I gave you numerous warnings about messing with me, you say you want my blood. Well I want to see you break down emotionally so I can tear you down physically. Try and haunt my dreams, you like everyone else that has tried to play mind games with me has failed horribly."
"I do promise you this though Ms. Winters, that after Oracle you can have Jack back. No more harm will come to him and the torture I have put him through will impact his life till he dies. I am a man of my word, so i will give you that. Jack will not be put through anymore hell."
"The more you put Bathory through will not make me love her any less. You hurt her anymore than i will make calm sure that you leave Oracle in the back of an ambulance. Your group may interfere because they fear the fact that i will beat the shit out of you without even a blink of an eye. The pain and anger that has built up inside of me since you tasered me and had your hand in kidnapping Bathory has grown ever more severely. Hell your pulling at straws to see what will get to me, you beat the hell out of my old man and made a three year old girl cry. All that shows me is how truly pathetic you really are."
"As for fearing you? I am pretty damn sure i don't fear you. Im not even intimidated by you, to me your just a two bit whore sleeping her way to the top. I don't fear sluts. See, I am pissed off, not because of your fake killing of Bathory and not because of the beating you gave my dad. No I am irate at the fact that you underestimate me so much that you are willing to try and step into my playground. Jack got off lucky, I could of done far worse to him but I kept it so he will survive."
"June 3rd will mark the rise of hell. The first person marked for death is Brooklyn Winters. You step into that ring, you step into my playground, my domain. You will see the fury and anger that you have placed inside of me and you will suffer greatly. Welcome to hell Brooklyn, I will own your soul. See you at oracle."
A knock at the door interrupts me I go and answer the door and see Brooklyns father standing their. "Didn't I tell you to get off my property?"
"You did... I just wanted to tell you that, Brooklyn knows more about you than you think. Don't take her to lightly." He tells me with a straight face.
"Noted." I tell him and slam the door on his face.
Seattle, Washington
Kurt Cobains Estate
I stand outside, standing underneath the balcony where a great man took his life. The rain drops fall from the sky as the thunder claps and the lighting shoots downwards from the sky. I smoke a cigarette, carefully covering it with my hand as this moment I am truly relaxed. Everything that has occurred since coming here and leaving Bryan behind and bringing just Jack, has opened my eyes. I shut my eyes for a moment and remember the last thing i said to her. "I love you", some people say these words without meaning but telling her that took every inch of true emotion. After Lindsay I never thought I would be capable to love again, now they have Bath and a new age of madness has over come me.
"You must be Spaz." A voice says from the darkness, at first I think i am imagining it but then again i could be wrong. I have been before.
"Yeah," I respond confused as to who I am talking to.
"I am sure you have heard of me. I'm Anton Lavey." He says extending his hand in an offer of friendship. I know who he is. He's Brooklyn's father, the man who employed Lilth and trained her.
"You know something I owe you a beating. But unlike your daughter I have class, and am not a whore." I tell him slowly clenching my fists, how I wasnt to beat the piss out of him and show him the lack of respect that i can only show to a person. "What brings you to Seattle?" I ask him smiling an arrogant smile.
"You know why I am here, you have an employee of mine."
"Really? Well then maybe i should return him to you. Come with me sir." I tell him in such a way that words almost sound like lyrics from a song. "Hopefully you don't have a weak stomach."
"I am sure i can handle it." He says as he walks behind me into the back yard. To a lone tree where a man is strung up by his arms in the tree. He his beaten so severly that when he looks at the beaten and mangled body of Jack his face goes cold.
"You did this to him? What does the HF stand for?" He asks as he takes a couple steps closer to Jack.
"Yes he is my messenger of hell. He means something to Brooklyn and she needs to be taught a lesson, she takes me to lightly. She has something that means a lot to me and I want her to see that I don't Fuck around." I tell him as I look at the letters carved on his chest. Hell's Fire, it used to mean brotherhood and now all it means is betrayal. "That's a message to a friend and your daughters Fuck buddy."
He stays silent after the comment about Anton and Brooklyn "You have excellent skill in your work Blair. But you need to stop this, you are pushing Brooklyn to far and she will kill Bathory. I am the only person that can get her back for you, but you have to let Jack go."
"You know something Mr. Lavey. I'm not fucking stupid, don't treat me like an idiot. You want Jack back after Oracle you can come here and get him. But you need to assure me that your daughter stays the Fuck away from my daughter or I will come after you and make you look like Jack."
"Is that a threat?" He asks getting slightly agitated by my tone of voice.
"No sir." I say with a smile as i get close to him so my nose is nearly touching his. "That's a fucking promise."
"You have no idea what the hell your getting yourself into." I turn away from him and walk away back to the greenhouse. I turn around look back at Anton as he studies the body of Jack.
"After Oracle Lavey. You can have that prickly back... Now get the Fuck off my property." I yell at him as i go into the greenhouse and turn on the light and take a seat in the chair and look down at the small blood stain that is a haunting reminder that an icon was once murdered in this room.
"With the lights out... It's less dangerous... Here we are entertain us. Isn't that what everyone wants, is to be entertained? I mean their is entertainment and than their is sheer stupidity. Brooklyn, I gave you numerous warnings about messing with me, you say you want my blood. Well I want to see you break down emotionally so I can tear you down physically. Try and haunt my dreams, you like everyone else that has tried to play mind games with me has failed horribly."
"I do promise you this though Ms. Winters, that after Oracle you can have Jack back. No more harm will come to him and the torture I have put him through will impact his life till he dies. I am a man of my word, so i will give you that. Jack will not be put through anymore hell."
"The more you put Bathory through will not make me love her any less. You hurt her anymore than i will make calm sure that you leave Oracle in the back of an ambulance. Your group may interfere because they fear the fact that i will beat the shit out of you without even a blink of an eye. The pain and anger that has built up inside of me since you tasered me and had your hand in kidnapping Bathory has grown ever more severely. Hell your pulling at straws to see what will get to me, you beat the hell out of my old man and made a three year old girl cry. All that shows me is how truly pathetic you really are."
"As for fearing you? I am pretty damn sure i don't fear you. Im not even intimidated by you, to me your just a two bit whore sleeping her way to the top. I don't fear sluts. See, I am pissed off, not because of your fake killing of Bathory and not because of the beating you gave my dad. No I am irate at the fact that you underestimate me so much that you are willing to try and step into my playground. Jack got off lucky, I could of done far worse to him but I kept it so he will survive."
"June 3rd will mark the rise of hell. The first person marked for death is Brooklyn Winters. You step into that ring, you step into my playground, my domain. You will see the fury and anger that you have placed inside of me and you will suffer greatly. Welcome to hell Brooklyn, I will own your soul. See you at oracle."
A knock at the door interrupts me I go and answer the door and see Brooklyns father standing their. "Didn't I tell you to get off my property?"
"You did... I just wanted to tell you that, Brooklyn knows more about you than you think. Don't take her to lightly." He tells me with a straight face.
"Noted." I tell him and slam the door on his face.