I clasped the cold steel in my hands, leaving one finger to fall into place over the trigger. This is what all of that training was for right? All the arcade games that had zombies and creepy shit popping up out of the corners of the screen, this was the reality. It was me and a GLOCK, that’s all 16 in the magazine, another 2 clips on my belt, whoever the fuck is in this building isn’t going to be walking out...possibly limping, but no fucking walking. I shake my head a little trying to clear my sight, no use, tunnel vision has set in and the darkness isn’t helping much. Time to get out of this room, leave behind the torn bandages and pray that this flesh wound doesn’t somehow attract whatever the fuck has been chasing me for the past 32 hours. All I can tell you is this, my friends are gone, I’m accepting the fact that their all dead and after seeing Carl’s maimed remnants in this room I’m pretty sure no amount of tears or barfing up my BLT with mayo is gonna bring them back from the dead.
So I have to press forward, praying that something is gonna give and swing in my favor…heh prayer, funny word to say when just nine hours ago I wasn’t believing in a God or a Devil…things change when the Bible smacks you square in the face. Besides leaving a helluva fucking bruise it also enlightens you to the fact that this war that’s been going on for centuries down in the pits of hell and above on the hallowed grounds of heaven has finally spilled into our own backyard. We should’ve seen it coming, when we lost the cell phone signals we should’ve known something was up, but we ignored it, living in the Midwest you learn to ignore a lot of shit till you read about it or see in on CNN. When we finally did get to a paper about 30 hours ago it was being pulled from a dead man’s hands. I guess the headline was what forced me to reach down and pry it form his cold clammy grips. Its not often a highly respected news institution like the Chicago Tribune declares in bold print “ARMAGEDON!” it was hard to swallow at first, then we saw the destruction pictured on the pages. Right there in black and white was the body counts of hundreds of millions dead on the East Coast, whatever it was, or is, its moving across the country and spreading, killing everything in its path. So we holed up, thought maybe the military could stop it, we were wrong, everyone was so wrong. You can’t fight the Grim Reaper, we were so stupid. The first wave wasn’t even in a physical sense there, it was just a mist, what the fuck could fog do right? It ripped holes in the flesh of everyone it touched, never seeping through anything or moving with any intent, just clearing the path for whatever was behind it. Those with gas masks met the next wave. The humongous motherfuckers with picks and axes, blazing hellfire abound as they attempted to capture land, then they, just like us, holed up in several buildings and waited. So we waited too, but people and whatever the hell these things are, get hungry, God knows how many are in here with us, but whatever the count they began to pick us off one by one at around 1 am this morning. Since then we’ve been ducking and dodging them, the only glimpse you’d get of them is if you’re about to be killed by one. I can honestly say that I believe that these things are demons, unleashed for hell to take earth first, to fortify positions before Heaven could make the first move.
So here I am, a handgun, all I have is a handgun to defeat the forces of evil…if I could muster a sigh I would, but unfortunately I think my broken ribs won’t allow it. The wounds, the bones, it’ll all heal, or at least that’s what I was told. See being unconscious has its benefits, cause in truth that’s the only time that God can actually talk back to you. Yes I saw “The Man” and "He" to tell you the truth I wasn’t all that impressed. The white robes, the glowing lights, all of it was dimmed, He didn’t bullshit me any he got to the point, just the kinda God I want to deal with. He said something about this all being a mix up, that I was supposed to die with everyone else, that my being alive was some sort of a miracle he hasn’t seen in a long time. Apparently I outlived my expiration date and undid his will, lucky me, but God in all of his greatness is infallible and by that train of conscious I wasn’t really human after all. My lips made one of those smirks; ya know the “I am loving this shit” kinda one. God was basically telling me that since the devil’s boys screwed up they created something not even Lucifer himself could beat. You see there’s nothing ‘immortal’ on this earth, vampires can be killed, cut their head off bury it eight feet underground, werewolves, silver bullet, demons, stop the heart stop the demon, Highlanders, fucking cheap ass rip-offs, lop off their heads and game over man, game over, etcetera, basically you get the point. So in a sense the good ole Morningstar made me the only living creature that could punish his ass once and for all, kinda cool. Except one small dilemma, see apparently if I can’t die that means that the final battle for souls can never technically be won unless I give me soul to one side or the other, which I can’t do unless I’m at the end of “The Blade of the Savior”. So now I have a choice, either A) Hunt down the guy on either side with “The Blade” or B) kill all the fucking backwards ass demons on earth and restore the peace…hmm that’s a thinker isn’t it.
So I cock my GLOCK and poke my head out into the hallway…time to save the world…or end it, whichever one meets my fancy.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
"The Batman"...
EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT
ALLAN AMBRY slams into the brick wall, his faces scratching the rough surface. He slides down to the wet pavement. His eyes slide shut
VOICE
You are going to tell me where he is AMBRY; you are going to tell me, now
Ambry shakes his head and his eyes slip open as a black shadow slips over him
AMBRY
I don’t know nothing, I swear!
The shadow bends down to reveal THE BATMAN. His face is in a dark grimace.
THE BATMAN
You know where he is, don’t lie to me
Ambry still shakes his head
AMBRY
I swear I don’t know BATS I really don’t
THE BATMAN
That's funny, cause this...
He pulls out a small blade
THE BATMAN (CONT’D)
...says you do
THE BATMAN slides the blade across Ambry’s face. Ambry lets out a blood curdling scream
AMBRY
You can’t do this...you can’t do this!
THE BATMAN
Tell me what I want to know!
Ambry shivers with terror
AMBRY
There’s a black and purple house on the end of Gresham Street...he’s
there, he’s there!
THE BATMAN lowers the blade from his face and smirks
THE BATMAN
Thank you
He gets up and lets his long flowing cape flap into Ambry’s face.
AMBRY
He’s going to kill me now
THE BATMAN turns
THE BATMAN
Have you ever felt what a .22 Caliber bullet can do?
Ambry shakes his head
THE BATMAN
Its a once in a lifetime feeling
THE BATMAN draws a .22 Special and fires. The bullet slams into Ambry’s head spraying his brains on the brick behind him.
The barrel of the gun smokes as THE BATMAN slips into the shadows.
[FADE TO BLACK:]
EXT. THE JOKER’S HOUSE OF FUN - NIGHT
Two armed clowns, BUBBLES and JOJO, stand outside keeping watch
The SWISH of metal ripping through the night air turns JoJo’s head to the left, his head follows the sound off away from Bubbles
JOJO
You hear that?
JoJo looks back over to his fellow sentry to find a BATARANG lodged in Bubble’s throat. JoJo spins towards the door, but quickly two more Batarangs lodge into his back. He collapses to his knees. He falls on his side and looks out at the darkness; two white eyes appear and begin to move towards him. He twitches in fear, blood gurgling out of his mouth
JOJO
He’s here...
JoJo passes in a last twitch of synapses.
INT. JOKER’S HOUSE OF FUN - NIGHT
A comically large desk sits in the center of the gigantic dark and empty room. A bright red chair sits positioned directly in front of a floor length window. The chair twists back and forth as the playful giggle of THE JOKER creeps over the soft velvet surface.
A commotion in heard in another room. A few gunshots are fired and bodies hit the floor in unison. Empty shells clank to the ground as footsteps echo into the cavernous room.
The chair twists furiously now as a shadow creeps closer to the chair.
A crackle grows in The Joker’s gut
THE JOKER
Guess my jig is up, should come out with my hands up, prepared to face the press and all that?
The footsteps stop
THE JOKER
There’s days I wish Johnny Cochran was still alive, I say if he can get O.J. off, he can definitely expunge me of my crimes
A heavy breathing answers him
THE JOKER
Not much for talking tonight huh Bats? Well I am...I want to know what you’re here for?
No answer
THE JOKER
Come now there must be something driving you...maybe a little revenge?
Still silence
THE JOKER
OK, allow me to fill in the hole that brought you here...your good friend, the DA’s assistant, she met a cheery and happy end water skiing in Gotham Harbor. All you had to say was “This is not a boating accident” and poof you show up here...sounds good Bruce?
Nothing
THE JOKER
Shoot me if you must, but remember one thing...
The chair spins to reveal a jack in the box with a walkie talkie next to it
THE JOKER
I always get the last laugh
In front of the jack in the box stands a clown, MAXIE, with a letter in his hands with the insignia of THE BATMAN. The video camera embedded in the jack in the box zooms in.
THE JOKER
(over the walkie talkie)
Open it you fool
MAXIE opens the envelope and the Joker’s camera zooms in on the words. It reads, “The joke is on you”
CUT TO:
INT. JOKER’S SECRET HIDEOUT - NIGHT
The Joker looks inquisitively at the video screen, his white face caught in a quizzical look, but his ruby red lips still smiling.
THE JOKER
What in the hell does that mean?
The business end of .22 Special pushes against The Joker’s cheek
The Joker’s eyes look to his right
THE JOKER
Oh...that explains it
The hammer on the revolver clicks back
THE JOKER
You can’t do this; Gotham won’t stand for another murder to cover up on your behalf
THE BATMAN
You think that bothers me a bit
The Joker shakes his head “No”
THE JOKER
Not in the slightest actually, I was just trying to appeal to the soft sensitive side of the Bat, maybe goad the undercarriage a little
THE BATMAN
You don’t want to go back to lock and I don’t want to have to take you back there
THE JOKER
Sounds like we have something in...
THE BATMAN
Shut up
THE JOKER
Right
THE BATMAN
You and I are going to strike a deal Jack
THE JOKER
I like deals
THE BATMAN
If you keep talking the only deal you will be making is with the tip of a bullet
THE JOKER
Gotcha
THE BATMAN
You’re going to tell me everything I want to know about “Him”
The Joker quickly becomes more anxious, it’s almost as if a Howitzer is point at his head
THE JOKER
“Him”, “Him” who, I know a lotta hims, Jim Him, helluva ball player, had a lotta little bastard kids running around when I was at the ripe old age of 5
The Batman digs the barrel of the gun deeper into The Joker’s white face
THE BATMAN
He murdered 20 police officers in cold blood, without a single shot being fired at him...you know more then I do...now tell me
The Joker drops his smile, getting far more serious then he has since his accident
THE JOKER
I swear to you all I know is this, if you mention his name he comes to you, comes to you in your dreams and rips your heart out watching it beat slowly in his hands...
THE BATMAN
Are you scared?
THE JOKER
More of him then I will ever be of you
THE BATMAN
Where is he hiding?
THE JOKER
Some say the docks, others say the sewers...
THE BATMAN
And what do you say?
THE JOKER
What I say doesn’t much matter in this situation
THE BATMAN
It does if you value your life
THE JOKER
He’s in city hall, that’s all I know, he’s in there and he’s plotting something bigger then the rest of us ever could dream of
THE BATMAN
And what’s that?
THE JOKER
He says he has a way to kill you
The Batman creeps in close
THE BATMAN
Good
The Joker closes his eyes and in a flap of his cape, he reopens them to find that The Batman is gone. The Joker lets out a small chuckle of relief
THE JOKER
And let that be a lesson for you, ya lousy rodent
- To be continued... (I hate Batman entirely however he is an excellent villian for a certain special someone close to my heart...stay tuned for a showdown of the finest) -
ALLAN AMBRY slams into the brick wall, his faces scratching the rough surface. He slides down to the wet pavement. His eyes slide shut
VOICE
You are going to tell me where he is AMBRY; you are going to tell me, now
Ambry shakes his head and his eyes slip open as a black shadow slips over him
AMBRY
I don’t know nothing, I swear!
The shadow bends down to reveal THE BATMAN. His face is in a dark grimace.
THE BATMAN
You know where he is, don’t lie to me
Ambry still shakes his head
AMBRY
I swear I don’t know BATS I really don’t
THE BATMAN
That's funny, cause this...
He pulls out a small blade
THE BATMAN (CONT’D)
...says you do
THE BATMAN slides the blade across Ambry’s face. Ambry lets out a blood curdling scream
AMBRY
You can’t do this...you can’t do this!
THE BATMAN
Tell me what I want to know!
Ambry shivers with terror
AMBRY
There’s a black and purple house on the end of Gresham Street...he’s
there, he’s there!
THE BATMAN lowers the blade from his face and smirks
THE BATMAN
Thank you
He gets up and lets his long flowing cape flap into Ambry’s face.
AMBRY
He’s going to kill me now
THE BATMAN turns
THE BATMAN
Have you ever felt what a .22 Caliber bullet can do?
Ambry shakes his head
THE BATMAN
Its a once in a lifetime feeling
THE BATMAN draws a .22 Special and fires. The bullet slams into Ambry’s head spraying his brains on the brick behind him.
The barrel of the gun smokes as THE BATMAN slips into the shadows.
[FADE TO BLACK:]
EXT. THE JOKER’S HOUSE OF FUN - NIGHT
Two armed clowns, BUBBLES and JOJO, stand outside keeping watch
The SWISH of metal ripping through the night air turns JoJo’s head to the left, his head follows the sound off away from Bubbles
JOJO
You hear that?
JoJo looks back over to his fellow sentry to find a BATARANG lodged in Bubble’s throat. JoJo spins towards the door, but quickly two more Batarangs lodge into his back. He collapses to his knees. He falls on his side and looks out at the darkness; two white eyes appear and begin to move towards him. He twitches in fear, blood gurgling out of his mouth
JOJO
He’s here...
JoJo passes in a last twitch of synapses.
INT. JOKER’S HOUSE OF FUN - NIGHT
A comically large desk sits in the center of the gigantic dark and empty room. A bright red chair sits positioned directly in front of a floor length window. The chair twists back and forth as the playful giggle of THE JOKER creeps over the soft velvet surface.
A commotion in heard in another room. A few gunshots are fired and bodies hit the floor in unison. Empty shells clank to the ground as footsteps echo into the cavernous room.
The chair twists furiously now as a shadow creeps closer to the chair.
A crackle grows in The Joker’s gut
THE JOKER
Guess my jig is up, should come out with my hands up, prepared to face the press and all that?
The footsteps stop
THE JOKER
There’s days I wish Johnny Cochran was still alive, I say if he can get O.J. off, he can definitely expunge me of my crimes
A heavy breathing answers him
THE JOKER
Not much for talking tonight huh Bats? Well I am...I want to know what you’re here for?
No answer
THE JOKER
Come now there must be something driving you...maybe a little revenge?
Still silence
THE JOKER
OK, allow me to fill in the hole that brought you here...your good friend, the DA’s assistant, she met a cheery and happy end water skiing in Gotham Harbor. All you had to say was “This is not a boating accident” and poof you show up here...sounds good Bruce?
Nothing
THE JOKER
Shoot me if you must, but remember one thing...
The chair spins to reveal a jack in the box with a walkie talkie next to it
THE JOKER
I always get the last laugh
In front of the jack in the box stands a clown, MAXIE, with a letter in his hands with the insignia of THE BATMAN. The video camera embedded in the jack in the box zooms in.
THE JOKER
(over the walkie talkie)
Open it you fool
MAXIE opens the envelope and the Joker’s camera zooms in on the words. It reads, “The joke is on you”
CUT TO:
INT. JOKER’S SECRET HIDEOUT - NIGHT
The Joker looks inquisitively at the video screen, his white face caught in a quizzical look, but his ruby red lips still smiling.
THE JOKER
What in the hell does that mean?
The business end of .22 Special pushes against The Joker’s cheek
The Joker’s eyes look to his right
THE JOKER
Oh...that explains it
The hammer on the revolver clicks back
THE JOKER
You can’t do this; Gotham won’t stand for another murder to cover up on your behalf
THE BATMAN
You think that bothers me a bit
The Joker shakes his head “No”
THE JOKER
Not in the slightest actually, I was just trying to appeal to the soft sensitive side of the Bat, maybe goad the undercarriage a little
THE BATMAN
You don’t want to go back to lock and I don’t want to have to take you back there
THE JOKER
Sounds like we have something in...
THE BATMAN
Shut up
THE JOKER
Right
THE BATMAN
You and I are going to strike a deal Jack
THE JOKER
I like deals
THE BATMAN
If you keep talking the only deal you will be making is with the tip of a bullet
THE JOKER
Gotcha
THE BATMAN
You’re going to tell me everything I want to know about “Him”
The Joker quickly becomes more anxious, it’s almost as if a Howitzer is point at his head
THE JOKER
“Him”, “Him” who, I know a lotta hims, Jim Him, helluva ball player, had a lotta little bastard kids running around when I was at the ripe old age of 5
The Batman digs the barrel of the gun deeper into The Joker’s white face
THE BATMAN
He murdered 20 police officers in cold blood, without a single shot being fired at him...you know more then I do...now tell me
The Joker drops his smile, getting far more serious then he has since his accident
THE JOKER
I swear to you all I know is this, if you mention his name he comes to you, comes to you in your dreams and rips your heart out watching it beat slowly in his hands...
THE BATMAN
Are you scared?
THE JOKER
More of him then I will ever be of you
THE BATMAN
Where is he hiding?
THE JOKER
Some say the docks, others say the sewers...
THE BATMAN
And what do you say?
THE JOKER
What I say doesn’t much matter in this situation
THE BATMAN
It does if you value your life
THE JOKER
He’s in city hall, that’s all I know, he’s in there and he’s plotting something bigger then the rest of us ever could dream of
THE BATMAN
And what’s that?
THE JOKER
He says he has a way to kill you
The Batman creeps in close
THE BATMAN
Good
The Joker closes his eyes and in a flap of his cape, he reopens them to find that The Batman is gone. The Joker lets out a small chuckle of relief
THE JOKER
And let that be a lesson for you, ya lousy rodent
- To be continued... (I hate Batman entirely however he is an excellent villian for a certain special someone close to my heart...stay tuned for a showdown of the finest) -
Thursday, October 13, 2005
and that doesnt matter anymore
I slip into nothingness, stuck in a giant white void.
My mind
My dreams
Color merges into white
Pale blues
Dark reds
And the deepest of blacks
Darkness
Fear sets in as I am surrounded by the lack of light.
Sitting
Cold
Lonely
Is it really like this, a lack of warmth, so distant? I don’t feel a thing, can’t smell a thing.
Am I okay?
Am I good?
Am I the best?
I keep my eyes closed, still keeping myself lost in this blank space.
Is this what I waited for?
Her thoughts…
What is she thinking? Are those sounds of delight and ecstasy? Am I hurting her? My God what am I doing? I can’t feel a thing. I can’t feel a thing and stills eh continues
This is pointless, I just…I’m losing my ability to know what is real. I don’t want to open my eyes, but I have to…I have to look into her eyes.
I do
I look
I look into her eyes and I see the same fear that is brewing in my heart
I feel her fingertips grace my back…feeling her warmth against my skin
My mind
My dreams
Color merges into white
Pale blues
Dark reds
And the deepest of blacks
Darkness
Fear sets in as I am surrounded by the lack of light.
Sitting
Cold
Lonely
Is it really like this, a lack of warmth, so distant? I don’t feel a thing, can’t smell a thing.
Am I okay?
Am I good?
Am I the best?
I keep my eyes closed, still keeping myself lost in this blank space.
Is this what I waited for?
Her thoughts…
What is she thinking? Are those sounds of delight and ecstasy? Am I hurting her? My God what am I doing? I can’t feel a thing. I can’t feel a thing and stills eh continues
This is pointless, I just…I’m losing my ability to know what is real. I don’t want to open my eyes, but I have to…I have to look into her eyes.
I do
I look
I look into her eyes and I see the same fear that is brewing in my heart
I feel her fingertips grace my back…feeling her warmth against my skin
Friday, October 07, 2005
- How all movies should end...kinda...this is going in the new work -
This is going to sound stupid, but…well here it goes. I spent endless nights staring at my ceiling regretting something, its just been eating at me because I guess I was acting out of character, which is typical because it seems like whenever I was within an inch of you I wanted to be the best damn person I could be…which is never a good thing, I shouldve just been myself and dealt with the consequences…god I can’t believe I’m saying this…I just wanted to know something…I wanted to know if I could kiss you, just one kiss, just to beat down the feelings that have been poking at me for so long. Just a kiss, that’s all I’ve wanted for a lone time…that sounds creepy doesn’t it? I’m sorry it just …
[she kisses him]
whoa…whoa…
you just…we just…do you have strawberry lip gloss on?
[She kisses him again]
Oh yeah…that’s strawberry…
[they begin to makeout]
[she kisses him]
whoa…whoa…
you just…we just…do you have strawberry lip gloss on?
[She kisses him again]
Oh yeah…that’s strawberry…
[they begin to makeout]
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