Post by Reasoning through Questioning on Mar 14, 2007 13:40:51 GMT -5
With slight hesitation I pulled the gun up to my face. Is this what I’ve become ? A monster ? A beast to be reckoned with ? Yes. This is me. This is what Malice truly is.
The mirror bursts into shards as I unload the six hollow points of the revolver into my face. I have become unrecognizable to my friends, my family, and myself. I am truly afraid of what events may come. I suffer no remorse for my actions. Am I still human ? The answer of course is yes, I think… I still bleed. This is discovered as I carve Malice crudely into my chest. I feel no pain. I feel joy. The blood comforts me with it’s warmth. Have I become invincible? The answer is no. I still have some weaknesses to purge from my soul. Josh Dean. How must I truly defeat you ? We stepped into the ring at Ascension with tow other men. Two men unworthy to share the ring with us. I had it won. I had th pin. And you jumped on for a double pin and stole my absolute victory. How can I repay you for your theft ? I can’t conjure up a punishment that would truly give me satisfaction. Maybe a whipping post. Or a Hangman’s Noose. I will have to break you down like the bull is broken by the matador. Slowly draining your ability to carry on. I will have to make you truly question yourself. I smile when I imagine your face during the horrid pain you will suffer. There is no running away. No backing down. If for some reason you feel that you can’t garner up enough courage to step into the ring with Malice I’ll understand. I’ll understand that your finally gonna let your true colors show… Yeller !
But if you think you can stand toe to toe will Malice, be prepared. I hope you have found God. If not I’ll see you in Hell. I know you probably thinking to yourself “ How can I win?” “ How can I defeat such hate?” You can’t. Once you accept that fact things will be much easier. But if you insist to try to fight on like the bull I will just have to draw it out and make you suffer ten fold. I may show some compassion if you just accept your fate. But if you seriously want a fight you have bitten off too much. I am not just a winner. I am the executioner. You will not walk away. You may never walk again. I do not forgive and forget. You stole my win and now I’m going to steal your soul. I’m going to crush it along with all your desire to fight, your hope of winning, and any chance you ever had of conquering Malice. Not showing up would be the admirable thing for you to do. Take heed to these to words I have spoken. Live to fight another day. Like the bullfight I , the matador, will give the crowd a show but you, the bull, will suffer a slow and inevitable death. You will not soon forget this match. The day you knock on the door of Hell, and Malice answers.
Hank : Johnny are you f*ckin drunk ? What the hell you shoot up your bathroom fer ?
Malice : I’ll be out in a minute. Shut up and sit in the living room.
Hank : Ok. Hurry though. I’d like to get their early. Gives a whole new meanin to morning wood.
Malice : I said shut the hell up Hank. I’ll be out in a second.
Johnny picked up a piece of the mirror he had shot and looked into it. His eyes full of blackness and hate. He once was fun loving. Now his only joy was bringing pain to those who opposed him. He was no longer a man. He was hate. He was truly Malice. He gripped the glass hard and his hand started to bleed. This feeling was soothing, serene. He liked it too much. How could he be beaten ? He thrived on pain. It made him stronger. Pain fueled him. Josh Dean would have to face this very question. How can you defeat a man, no defeat a monster that loves and soaks up all the pain and hate someone can throw at him. That question would be answered soon enough. But for now Johnny and Hank had strippers to see.
Malice : Alright Hank let’s go.
Hank : It’s about time. I’ve been raring to go all morning. By the way you were you talking to in there.
Malice : Nobody.
Hank : So you talk to yourself now.
Johnny had grown tired of Hank’s mouth. He clinched his fist and planted a hard right solidly into Hank’s bottom lip. Hank stumbled and the stepped far away from Johnny.
Malice : Get the f*ck out of here. I need to relax.
Hank : But I…
Malice : I said go. Don’t come back till I call you. Now get.
Hank quickly left. He would forgive Johnny but Johnny couldn’t forgive himself. Hank was family. But he was pissing Johnny off. Johnny was so angry at Dean he took it out on Hank. There is only one way to get Dean of his mind. Malice knows what he has to do. Malice is ready.
Will Malice defeat Josh Dean ? Will this match fuel a rivalry of hate ? Will Malice continue to build this hate and use to crush all who oppose him ? Where was Petey ? Find out this and more in the next issue of Malice and Petey, The Redneck adventures.
O.O.C. I feel this was a little short. But I have to hand write in a notebook first and then type it out at the library. It's a little hard to guage in notebook. SO comments please. Let me know what you think.
The mirror bursts into shards as I unload the six hollow points of the revolver into my face. I have become unrecognizable to my friends, my family, and myself. I am truly afraid of what events may come. I suffer no remorse for my actions. Am I still human ? The answer of course is yes, I think… I still bleed. This is discovered as I carve Malice crudely into my chest. I feel no pain. I feel joy. The blood comforts me with it’s warmth. Have I become invincible? The answer is no. I still have some weaknesses to purge from my soul. Josh Dean. How must I truly defeat you ? We stepped into the ring at Ascension with tow other men. Two men unworthy to share the ring with us. I had it won. I had th pin. And you jumped on for a double pin and stole my absolute victory. How can I repay you for your theft ? I can’t conjure up a punishment that would truly give me satisfaction. Maybe a whipping post. Or a Hangman’s Noose. I will have to break you down like the bull is broken by the matador. Slowly draining your ability to carry on. I will have to make you truly question yourself. I smile when I imagine your face during the horrid pain you will suffer. There is no running away. No backing down. If for some reason you feel that you can’t garner up enough courage to step into the ring with Malice I’ll understand. I’ll understand that your finally gonna let your true colors show… Yeller !
But if you think you can stand toe to toe will Malice, be prepared. I hope you have found God. If not I’ll see you in Hell. I know you probably thinking to yourself “ How can I win?” “ How can I defeat such hate?” You can’t. Once you accept that fact things will be much easier. But if you insist to try to fight on like the bull I will just have to draw it out and make you suffer ten fold. I may show some compassion if you just accept your fate. But if you seriously want a fight you have bitten off too much. I am not just a winner. I am the executioner. You will not walk away. You may never walk again. I do not forgive and forget. You stole my win and now I’m going to steal your soul. I’m going to crush it along with all your desire to fight, your hope of winning, and any chance you ever had of conquering Malice. Not showing up would be the admirable thing for you to do. Take heed to these to words I have spoken. Live to fight another day. Like the bullfight I , the matador, will give the crowd a show but you, the bull, will suffer a slow and inevitable death. You will not soon forget this match. The day you knock on the door of Hell, and Malice answers.
Hank : Johnny are you f*ckin drunk ? What the hell you shoot up your bathroom fer ?
Malice : I’ll be out in a minute. Shut up and sit in the living room.
Hank : Ok. Hurry though. I’d like to get their early. Gives a whole new meanin to morning wood.
Malice : I said shut the hell up Hank. I’ll be out in a second.
Johnny picked up a piece of the mirror he had shot and looked into it. His eyes full of blackness and hate. He once was fun loving. Now his only joy was bringing pain to those who opposed him. He was no longer a man. He was hate. He was truly Malice. He gripped the glass hard and his hand started to bleed. This feeling was soothing, serene. He liked it too much. How could he be beaten ? He thrived on pain. It made him stronger. Pain fueled him. Josh Dean would have to face this very question. How can you defeat a man, no defeat a monster that loves and soaks up all the pain and hate someone can throw at him. That question would be answered soon enough. But for now Johnny and Hank had strippers to see.
Malice : Alright Hank let’s go.
Hank : It’s about time. I’ve been raring to go all morning. By the way you were you talking to in there.
Malice : Nobody.
Hank : So you talk to yourself now.
Johnny had grown tired of Hank’s mouth. He clinched his fist and planted a hard right solidly into Hank’s bottom lip. Hank stumbled and the stepped far away from Johnny.
Malice : Get the f*ck out of here. I need to relax.
Hank : But I…
Malice : I said go. Don’t come back till I call you. Now get.
Hank quickly left. He would forgive Johnny but Johnny couldn’t forgive himself. Hank was family. But he was pissing Johnny off. Johnny was so angry at Dean he took it out on Hank. There is only one way to get Dean of his mind. Malice knows what he has to do. Malice is ready.
Will Malice defeat Josh Dean ? Will this match fuel a rivalry of hate ? Will Malice continue to build this hate and use to crush all who oppose him ? Where was Petey ? Find out this and more in the next issue of Malice and Petey, The Redneck adventures.
O.O.C. I feel this was a little short. But I have to hand write in a notebook first and then type it out at the library. It's a little hard to guage in notebook. SO comments please. Let me know what you think.
