Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 17:59:30 GMT -5
South Los Angeles, California
January 15th 2014 - 1:03AM
Every city has a dark side. A twisted paradox between what lies on the surface, and what crawls beneath ... lurking ... festering. Los Angeles is not an exception. The glossed over facade of Hollywood glitz and glamour on full display for the rest of the world to envy hides its secrets well. In a place where the lines of fantasy and reality are often blurred, it becomes almost effortless to mask the horrors of what takes place behind closed doors. Silencing the whispered tones that offer insight into the realities of corruption, transgression and depravity that prowl the alleys and dark corners of the city also serves as a simple task. This is because turning a blind eye is what most find convenient. As a people we do not desire to believe that it is within human nature to embrace wickedness. We opt to search for the good in others, no matter how difficult it may be to find. Denial is a funny thing. Those who choose to believe that their pristine world is impenetrable ... guarded from evil are the same who lock their doors at night. With nightfall comes change ... a transformation. The layers are peeled away, exposing the "City of Angels" for all of its repugnance. This ... is my Los Angeles.
This seedy area of Los Angeles isn't the type of place you'd expect to see a young woman during almost any time of the day, let alone at this time of night. However, this gaudy, naive young blonde of her mid twenties was dressed to impress. Her excessive heels click against the pavement below as she dances around impatiently near a trash receptacle. Thick cigarette smoke shapes wild clouded imagery of devils just in front of her as she exhales. Deep maude stains of her lipstick coat the cigarette butt as she flicks the ash from the inhalant using the edge of an acrylic fingernail. Offensive costume jewelry dangles from her neck and her ears. A cheap, silver glittered blouse sloppily hangs over a hot pink skirt that does not leave much to the imagination. The pursuit toward appearing chic densely lost on this woman. Her blue eyes drawn out and stale behind the caked clumps of mascara that surround them. She watches on anxiously as a few cars pass her by. Eventually her restless, hopeless lingering would be salvaged by the approach of a vehicle the curb in front of her. This dark colored cadillac served as enticement for a woman of her ilk. The symbolization of wealth that fed her motivation. The tinted passenger side window rolls down slowly as the occupant of the vehicle remotely powers it down. The blonde wastes no time advancing toward the vehicle. She leans down to peer inside and greet the driver.
WoMan: Hey there honey. Looking for a date?
The man inside smiles delicately, flashing a set of pearly whites. A young man himself, in his early thirties with neatly combed brown hair parted at the center. He is clean shaven and wears a pair of eyeglasses trimmed in a gold frame. The buttoned, soft peach shirt he wore complimented his soft, hazel eyes. The man appeared shy and friendly. The look upon his face as he lit up with excitement seeing the woman offered her a sense of security and control. The man was inexperienced and unsure of how to employ a rapport with the opposite sex. His slightly shaky tone further served as evidence to this.
Man: I ... I would like to. You're very pretty.
The blonde smiles wide. Her teeth having small lipstick stains marking them, that she hadn't noticed. She reaches for the door handle and the man unlocks the door allowing her entry. She climbs into the passenger seat giggling as she looks over at the man again.
WoMan: You're kinda cute yourself.
The man smiles again as he pulls away from the curb, now staring straight ahead at the road in front of him. The woman begins to discuss the terms of what the encounter would become for this evening.
WoMan: I know a place off of Sunset. It's cheap, but you're gonna have to cover it. I will give you an hour for a hundred. The whole night for five hundred. Oh, and I don't do any of that freaky shit ok?
The man doesn't respond, he just keeps heading down the road as if he hadn't been listening to her at all. She becomes a bit agitated at his lack of response.
WoMan: What's your problem asshole? Ain't you ever done this before?
He still doesn't respond. They turn onto one of the main roads. He continues to keep his focus ahead.
WoMan: Look honey, I ain't gonna do this shit if I don't know I'm getting paid.
She is met with silence yet again. And her patience begins to waver greatly. She watches as they pass the exit that should have been taken to arrive at the motel she had designated. Now her demeanor changes to being a bit nervous.
WoMan: What are you doing? We should have gotten off right there. Look honey, if you wanna go to your place that's fine. But you need to tell me what the hell is going on. I--
Suddenly, and without warning the man sends a hard backhand across her face that dazes her and practically knocks her unconscious. With an unimaginable anger in his eyes he now turns and glares at her.
Man: Do you EVER.SHUT.UP? Fuck, you whores are all the same! So much lip.
The facade had fallen, melted away like wax drippings to expose this man for his true nature ... a predator. A monster. Looks can be quite deceiving. It is the evil you are not prepared for that is most dangerous. This ignorant harlot was being exposed to this reality swiftly. The blurred images of trees and yellow dashes along the road blended together as she slipped in and out. The crimson droplets of her blood that drip from her nose mix with the maude coloring of her lipstick almost like paint as each droplet slowly pulls itself away from her, falling upon her silver blouse. The man is now invigorated as his charade had been retired and his quarry now subdued. He pulls the cadillac off to the side of the road in a desolate covering just a few miles outside of the city. He exits the vehicle and makes his way to the trunk. Inside he has rope, duct tape, various other forms of bindings as well as a large Hunter's knife. He pulls the knife from it's place and looks at it with euphoric pride as he places it between the waistband of his jeans and his belt. Looking down at his tools once more his eyes become fixated on a cloth covering which he unravels to expose a set of surgical equipment. His lust for these items was apparent.
While he prepares his workshop of horrors, the woman regaining some of her bearings uses the one opportunity she has for escape. She flings the passenger door open and takes off from the vehicle, running into the woods. She hopes to use the cover of night to her advantage. The man watches her run off as he gathers the remainder of his possessions and closes the trunk. He is confident ... assured as he slowly makes his way into the wilderness after her. Several minutes go by ... until finally, her screams are heard into the dead of night.
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Hollywood Hills, California
Sarah Twilight's Luxury Home
January 15th, 2014 - 6:58PM
Screams. The vociferous shriek echoes as an axe is brought down upon a young woman, half naked and crying ... pleading for mercy. Standing above her is a large man, who appears more dead than alive, wearing the coverings of a splintered, broken, soiled Hockey mask over his face. There is no emotion, no hint of life in his eyes as he mutilates the young woman. Her screams are accompanied by a much louder, much more defined screech that carries throughout the spacious estate that Sarah Twilight called home. The ravishing redhead is seated on her sofa in front of her large, ninety inch flat screen television with her raven haired beauty, Lilith seated next to her. The additional scream had originated from Lilith's lungs as she clings closely to Sarah, looking on in horror as Jason Voorhees dispatcches another one of his victims gruesomely in the Friday the 13th film they had been watching. Sarah is wearing a snug set of purple pajama pants, a pair of ankle socks and a white tee shirt. Her legs curled up under her as she enjoys the movie. Lilith is dressed similarly, with a burgundy pajama set over a gray tee shirt. She grips Sarah's arm and digs her fingernails in as she grows frightened by the images she sees.
Lilith: Turn it off! Turn it off! I don't like scary things!
Sarah winces a bit as Lilith's nails dig into her flesh. She pauses the DVR to prevent any further imagery from upsetting her companion. She runs her fingers through Lilith's hair and attempts to calm her.
Sarah: It's just a movie. It's not real.
Lilith frowns as she looks up at Sarah. She was still very adamant that she wanted no part of continuing to watch the flim.
Lilith: I know but ... but it makes me very unhappiful. I'm going to get nightmares!
Sarah sighs, shaking her head a bit. She enjoyed those type of movies. Though another look at Lilith's frightened features and Sarah flips the channel to find something else for the two of them to watch. The station she flips to is a local station where the evening news was currently running. A reporter stands in front of the camera along a desolate stretch of highway on the outskirts of the city. Far removed from the lavish comforts of Sarah's opulent home. The two women watch the broadcast which depicts something far more realistic than the Hockey Masked slasher they'd previously been viewing.
Reporter: The Southside Stalker strikes again. The body of a twenty four year old woman was discovered this afternoon by a pair of hikers. Now, authorities are not releasing the identity of the victim at this time. But it is believed that she was a local prositute who may have been picked up by the assailant sometime last evening. Police are cautioning women to remain indoors at night and never to travel alone. This is now the Stalker's fourth victim in under a month. The previous victim, Donna Richardson was a single mother of two who disappeared on her way to work. Her body was discovered just three days ago in a clearing just outside of the city. Police have no suspects as of this time and are --
The newscast continues in the background as Lilith cringes even more now. Sarah again places her arm around the raven haired woman reassuredly. Lilith's eyes move upward to look at the redhead beauty once more.
Lilith: I wish I could be like you. Why doesn't any of those things frighten you?
Sarah smiles down at her as Lilith laid there curled up against her. Sarah's own thoughts enveloped her senses at the time. The answers she could have given would have been absent from Lilith's understanding. She contemplated offering her wisdom. However, they just remained there in silence as Sarah's deep, emerald green eyes absorbed the images from the screen. She listened to the description of the atrocities that had once again plagued the innermost depths of her city and she fell into her own subconscious thoughts.
"As children we are conditioned to believe that monsters ... imaginary creatures are the perpetrators of evil. That wickedness comes from the grotesque framework that our minds conjure to explain away the reality of a malevolent world. We are taught to fear what is unknown, and to be cautious and good at heart in order to protect ourselves from these creatures that lurk behind every closet door, under every bed and within the depths of every basement. Boogeymen and vampires, demons and devils dance in the minds of those who choose to blind themselves to the reality that true ... pure evil is carried out at the hands of ordinary men and women. The blood, the gore and the showcasing of death in an effort to elicit fear only serves as the symbolism for which it was originally intended. Ruin, at its strongest goes undetected. Evil in its purest goes unnoticed until it is too late. Boogeymen do not exist, but monsters ... monsters are very real. They lurk behind the eyes of normality, camouflaged from the rest of the world. It is in the moment when that evil unveils itself, that salvation is fleeting."
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Hollywood Hills, California
Sarah Twilight's Luxury Home
January 17th, 2014 - 8:06PM
The doorbell rings, echoing through the halls as Sarah Twilight suffles downstairs dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt. She makes her way to the door, not having been expecting anyone. She unlatches the bolt and opens the door to find Erin Robbins standing there in a panic. Erin rushes inside and doesn't offer an explanation as to the purpose of her presence right off.
Sarah: What the fuck?!
Erin: What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?
Sarah folds her arms and looks at Erin with some level of disdain.
Sarah: What you are going to do is quit yapping and tell me what the FUCK you are doing here before I remove your head from your shoulders!
Erin does a doubletake, looking at Sarah with a high level of surprise.
Erin: You sold the company back to Seth! What is he going to do to me? I ... I don't even know what to do here. This is my career. I have worked so hard for --
Sarah hauls off and SLAPS Erin across the face. Erin's eyes go wide and she holds her cheek. She looks like she is about ready to cry. Sarah stares at her, very cold ... very uncaring.
Sarah: Do you honestly believe I give a shit about your problems? I don't fucking care what happens to you! Now again, what the fuck are you doing at my house? I did not invite you here. I don't want to chit chat about whether or not you have a job. So what the fuck could you POSSIBLY still be doing here?
Erin is crushed. She had hoped that Sarah, being the one who had hired her in the first place would have done something ... some clause in those sale papers to protect her job as a commentator. It appeared that was not the case. She thinks quickly. There must be something she could do in the hopes of keeping herself employed by WCF with Seth at the helm once again. Still rubbing her cheek, her eyes light up now with an idea.
Erin: I am here to interview you about everything that's happened recently!
Sarah shakes her head, rolling her eyes.
Sarah: I don't have time for this shit. I have something else to do.
As the two speak, Lilith makes her way down the atairs, curiously wondering who was at the door. She peeks over toward the foyer where Sarah was standing with Erin, currently in discussion.
Erin: Come on Sarah. You sold the company back to Seth, that's MAJOR! And to return to the ring no less. Now you have the monster and you can't give me something? Anything? Please?! I need this Sarah, I need to keep my job.
Lilith's eyes go wide and her jaw drops as she listens to them speak. Quickly she hurries herself back upstairs in a hysterical rush. Sarah glances over as she hears Lilith scamper back upstairs. She shrugs, not sure as to what was going on. She turns her attention now back to Erin, still annoyed with the intrusion.
Sarah: Don't beg me, it's fucking pathetic. I don't give a shit about Oblivion. I don't give a shit about Seth, and I don't give a shit about you. So get the fuck out of my face, now!
Erin frowns and turns to leave. She wasn't stupid. She knew what Sarah would do to her if she didn't back away. However, she did have one last ace up her sleeve and she used every bit of it as she placed her hand on the door handle, ready to leave. One final comment to open the door to conversation. This one had to work.
Erin: Alright. I'll go. Just that ... I figured you'd want to address Seth placing you in a match with such an unstable person right off the bat. Some people have been saying it's retribution ya know?
The tactic works. Sarah smirks heavily at such a mention.
Sarah: Is that so? I find it extremely fitting that Seth would have me compete against WCF's resident "monster."
Erin smiles to herself while still facing away from Sarah. Satisfied that she would get the interview and possibly be able to keep her job. She wipes the smile from her face before turning back to Sarah.
Erin: Fitting? Why do you say that?
Sarah tilts her head at Erin as if the answer should have been obvious. She sighs as she is now tasked with explaining the comment.
Sarah: Oblivion is a visual symbol of what chaos, destruction and violence is supposed to look like. He's a giant oaf who relies on intimidation in order to plow through his opponents. I think it's pretty clear that I am not, nor have I ever been intimidated by Oblivion. It's established that the "monster" feeds on fear. But, has anyone ever thought to ask the question ... what is it that the "monster" fears? What eats at his soul and causes him to lose sleep each and every night? What makes Oblivion's skin crawl?
Erin stares at Sarah with a blank expression. Indeed no one had ever posed that question. Sarah again rolls her eyes and she shakes her head in complete disgust, walking into the living room now. She comments to Erin as she gathers a few things together and it was obvious she was planning to head out somewhere.
Sarah: It's pretty fucking simple. Oblivion fears that he ISN'T the biggest, baddest psychopath out there. That his movie massacre packaging and blood and guts fest just isn't going to cut it anymore. Monsters aren't judged by how closely they resemble Frankenstein. This is the twenty first century. You and I both know the reality of what a true monster is. I have to look no further than my own mirror. For others, the answer is found in the most unlikely of places.
She grins wickedly.
Sarah: That's the thing about packaging. You really should never judge the contents based on the fancy ribbons and bows that cover up the outside. You look at Oblivion, some big lumbering fuck who wears a mask ... walks, talks and acts like a retarded lunatic and that is EXACTLY what is expected of him. He looks like a walking corpse, people expect that he should be some kind of monster ... some kind of abomination inside of the ring. And, well he really isn't. He's a disappointment. All the hype and none of the deliverance to back it up. You would think some giant fucking oaf like that would have figured out that sticking his fingers into jelly molds and playing with cadavers just isn't going to elicit the kind of reaction he's looking for. I mean sure if this was like ... nineteen eighty I'm sure it would. But how many times can you replay the same horror movie scenes and expect to get a different outcome?
Erin: So ... you're saying he isn't a monster?
Sarah laughs in a condescending manner as she glances back over at Erin.
Sarah: I am saying hanging out with the fucking Crypt Keeper has lost its touch. You look at Oblivion ... you see a monster, you expect it. You look at someone like me ... you see a one hundred forty two pound woman who does not appear as the type of person who would be able to cut your tongue from your throat and watch you suffocate while gargling your own blood. Yet you and I both know that I am VERY capable of something like that. This is what Oblivion fears. He knows that his status as a monster ... as a dominant force is quickly coming to an end. He knows that I am more sadistic, and more violent than he could ever HOPE to be. And THAT, Erin is what makes him toss and turn at night. He knows that slapping a mask over his face and parading around in dungeons with skeletons can give him the APPEARANCE of living a live of the macabre. And he well knows the difference that when he stands and looks into my eyes, that I wear no mask ... I do not prsent myself as a grotesque monstrocity ... and yet when he does look into my eyes, HE sees a monster staring back at him. That scares the fucking shit out of him and it is why he will fail as he always has. He wants to be VIEWED as a monster. I already know that I am one.
As Sarah continues to speak to Erin, Lilith rushes back down the stairs and starts flinging open closet doors. She jumps back after each careful opening. Sarah looks back and tries to continue what she was doing. But she can't help but wonder as to what Lilith is doing.
Sarah: Lilith what the fuck?
Lilith looks back at Sarah, she looks rather nervous as whatever task she was in the process of had been ongoing for a bit now.
Lilith: Sarah! I checked under all the beds and I've looked in like every closet, but I haven't found any monsters yet.
Sarah narrows her eyes in confusion.
Sarah: What?!
Lilith: I heard Erin say you had a monster. I don't like monsters! I was trying to find where it was hiding. Monsters hide under beds a lot you know? Or in closets. But I've checked them and I haven't found any. Maybe it's in the basement ... but I'm not going down there by myself. You have to come with me.
Sarah starts laughing, as does Erin. Lilith is now the one who looks confused.
Lilith: It's not funny!
Sarah: Lilith, she was talking about my match with Oblivion. We don't have a monster.
Lilith blinks a few times before realizing what was going on.
Lilith: Oh! Obi bear ... a monster? Hahahahahahahahaha!
Lilith starts making some weird faces.
Lilith: WH-H-H-OO--OOO-SSS-HHHHH! WWH--AA-CCCK--KK-KK!
She laughs as she makes the noises.
Lilith: Obi is really good at that though. I wonder if he can do airplane sounds? I love airplane sounds. ... we probably should check the basement though, just in case we do have a monster.
Sarah shakes her head and laughs again. She glances at the time and dismisses Erin at this point.
Sarah: Like I said ... I have someplace to be. I've said what I had to say.
Sarah grabs her jacket, a matching denim one to her jeans and heads for the door. Lilith calls out to her.
Lilith: I love you Sarah! Be careful cause that man is still out there.
Sarah nods with a slight grin that is nearly unnoticable.
Sarah: I'm counting on it.
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South Los Angeles, California
January 18th, 2014 - 12:17AM
Once again the seedy streets of Los Angeles' south side are desolate. Many have heeded the warnings of the police and remain off of the streets with the knowledge that a predator prowled among them, stalking his next victim. The cool wind blows, tossing newspaper and various trash along the dirty sidewalks and decrepit buildings that surrounded the area. Footsteps are heard moving along slowly as a very ostentatious redhead strides along confidently. Sarah glances off to the empty streets looking ... waiting for something. Waiting for someone. She appears innocent with her hair tied back, and her stylish demin outfit, a small purse over her shoulder. The picture of beauty ... the perfect lure. It doesn't take long before a dark colored Cadillac pulls alongside of her as she walks. The passenger window rolls down as the car moves along slowly to keep in pace with her. The unassuming driver smiles, and presents himself in a friendly manner.
Man: What is a pretty looking thing like you doing out here alone at this time of night? It's dangerous out here with all the weirdos.
Sarah continues to walk along. The car keeping at her side as the driver tries to be a bit more persuasive.
Man: Come on, I'll give you a ride home. You shouldn't be out here like this.
Sarah halts in her step. She turns toward the Cadillac and smiles. Never saying a word she pulls the door handle as it is unlocked and gets inside. The man pulls out and begins driving. Sarah never says a word to him as she just looks ahead watching the road as they travel from the city and begin toward desolate roads far removed from any prying eyes. The man curiously looks over at her several times, wondering why she hadn't questioned the direction of travel. Perhaps a hitch hiker who just needed a ride to anywhere. It mattered little to him as he pulled the car to the side of the road once at an area he felt comfortable with. He reaches to the side of his door frame and clutches something in his hand as he begins to laugh maniacally.
Man: You ... you stupid bitches. You all make it so easy you know? Most of you won't shut up ... but you ... I like you. You've been quiet. I'll make it quick for you.
The man pulls his hunting knife from the side of the door and displays it on his lap as the laughter grows wildly. He is having a fit or euphoria as he turns and looks at Sarah once again, the knife on his lap as he was getting enjoyment from the events.
Man: Didn't your mother ever tell you it isn't a good idea to get into a car with strangers?
The laughter continues as Sarah finally turns to look at him, and in a swift motion drags her hand across his throat. Blood begins to pour from a wound instantly and as Sarah pulls her hand away, the straight razor concealed in her palm is finally visable. She smirks at the man as she finally speaks to him.
Sarah: Didn't yours?
The man gasps as he gurgles up his own blood and struggles for air. His eyes are wide and he is unable to believe what had just occurred. Sarah casually gets out from the passenger side of the vehicle and empties the contents of her purse. A large can of lighter fluid, and a box of matches. As the stalker suffers inside of his car, Sarah begins to empty the fluid into the interior. She lights a match and tosses it inside, turning the vehicle into a blazing inferno as she calmly, arrogantly and wickedly walks away from the scene of destruction.
"The most dangerous ... threatening evil comes not from what you perceive as a threat. But rather the unexpected evil that you were unprepared for. It comes in many forms ... to not recognize it is to seal the chamber of your own fate. Monsters walk among us ... though they do not show their horrors openly. They wait, and they strike when comfort sets in."
January 15th 2014 - 1:03AM
Every city has a dark side. A twisted paradox between what lies on the surface, and what crawls beneath ... lurking ... festering. Los Angeles is not an exception. The glossed over facade of Hollywood glitz and glamour on full display for the rest of the world to envy hides its secrets well. In a place where the lines of fantasy and reality are often blurred, it becomes almost effortless to mask the horrors of what takes place behind closed doors. Silencing the whispered tones that offer insight into the realities of corruption, transgression and depravity that prowl the alleys and dark corners of the city also serves as a simple task. This is because turning a blind eye is what most find convenient. As a people we do not desire to believe that it is within human nature to embrace wickedness. We opt to search for the good in others, no matter how difficult it may be to find. Denial is a funny thing. Those who choose to believe that their pristine world is impenetrable ... guarded from evil are the same who lock their doors at night. With nightfall comes change ... a transformation. The layers are peeled away, exposing the "City of Angels" for all of its repugnance. This ... is my Los Angeles.
This seedy area of Los Angeles isn't the type of place you'd expect to see a young woman during almost any time of the day, let alone at this time of night. However, this gaudy, naive young blonde of her mid twenties was dressed to impress. Her excessive heels click against the pavement below as she dances around impatiently near a trash receptacle. Thick cigarette smoke shapes wild clouded imagery of devils just in front of her as she exhales. Deep maude stains of her lipstick coat the cigarette butt as she flicks the ash from the inhalant using the edge of an acrylic fingernail. Offensive costume jewelry dangles from her neck and her ears. A cheap, silver glittered blouse sloppily hangs over a hot pink skirt that does not leave much to the imagination. The pursuit toward appearing chic densely lost on this woman. Her blue eyes drawn out and stale behind the caked clumps of mascara that surround them. She watches on anxiously as a few cars pass her by. Eventually her restless, hopeless lingering would be salvaged by the approach of a vehicle the curb in front of her. This dark colored cadillac served as enticement for a woman of her ilk. The symbolization of wealth that fed her motivation. The tinted passenger side window rolls down slowly as the occupant of the vehicle remotely powers it down. The blonde wastes no time advancing toward the vehicle. She leans down to peer inside and greet the driver.
WoMan: Hey there honey. Looking for a date?
The man inside smiles delicately, flashing a set of pearly whites. A young man himself, in his early thirties with neatly combed brown hair parted at the center. He is clean shaven and wears a pair of eyeglasses trimmed in a gold frame. The buttoned, soft peach shirt he wore complimented his soft, hazel eyes. The man appeared shy and friendly. The look upon his face as he lit up with excitement seeing the woman offered her a sense of security and control. The man was inexperienced and unsure of how to employ a rapport with the opposite sex. His slightly shaky tone further served as evidence to this.
Man: I ... I would like to. You're very pretty.
The blonde smiles wide. Her teeth having small lipstick stains marking them, that she hadn't noticed. She reaches for the door handle and the man unlocks the door allowing her entry. She climbs into the passenger seat giggling as she looks over at the man again.
WoMan: You're kinda cute yourself.
The man smiles again as he pulls away from the curb, now staring straight ahead at the road in front of him. The woman begins to discuss the terms of what the encounter would become for this evening.
WoMan: I know a place off of Sunset. It's cheap, but you're gonna have to cover it. I will give you an hour for a hundred. The whole night for five hundred. Oh, and I don't do any of that freaky shit ok?
The man doesn't respond, he just keeps heading down the road as if he hadn't been listening to her at all. She becomes a bit agitated at his lack of response.
WoMan: What's your problem asshole? Ain't you ever done this before?
He still doesn't respond. They turn onto one of the main roads. He continues to keep his focus ahead.
WoMan: Look honey, I ain't gonna do this shit if I don't know I'm getting paid.
She is met with silence yet again. And her patience begins to waver greatly. She watches as they pass the exit that should have been taken to arrive at the motel she had designated. Now her demeanor changes to being a bit nervous.
WoMan: What are you doing? We should have gotten off right there. Look honey, if you wanna go to your place that's fine. But you need to tell me what the hell is going on. I--
Suddenly, and without warning the man sends a hard backhand across her face that dazes her and practically knocks her unconscious. With an unimaginable anger in his eyes he now turns and glares at her.
Man: Do you EVER.SHUT.UP? Fuck, you whores are all the same! So much lip.
The facade had fallen, melted away like wax drippings to expose this man for his true nature ... a predator. A monster. Looks can be quite deceiving. It is the evil you are not prepared for that is most dangerous. This ignorant harlot was being exposed to this reality swiftly. The blurred images of trees and yellow dashes along the road blended together as she slipped in and out. The crimson droplets of her blood that drip from her nose mix with the maude coloring of her lipstick almost like paint as each droplet slowly pulls itself away from her, falling upon her silver blouse. The man is now invigorated as his charade had been retired and his quarry now subdued. He pulls the cadillac off to the side of the road in a desolate covering just a few miles outside of the city. He exits the vehicle and makes his way to the trunk. Inside he has rope, duct tape, various other forms of bindings as well as a large Hunter's knife. He pulls the knife from it's place and looks at it with euphoric pride as he places it between the waistband of his jeans and his belt. Looking down at his tools once more his eyes become fixated on a cloth covering which he unravels to expose a set of surgical equipment. His lust for these items was apparent.
While he prepares his workshop of horrors, the woman regaining some of her bearings uses the one opportunity she has for escape. She flings the passenger door open and takes off from the vehicle, running into the woods. She hopes to use the cover of night to her advantage. The man watches her run off as he gathers the remainder of his possessions and closes the trunk. He is confident ... assured as he slowly makes his way into the wilderness after her. Several minutes go by ... until finally, her screams are heard into the dead of night.
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Hollywood Hills, California
Sarah Twilight's Luxury Home
January 15th, 2014 - 6:58PM
Screams. The vociferous shriek echoes as an axe is brought down upon a young woman, half naked and crying ... pleading for mercy. Standing above her is a large man, who appears more dead than alive, wearing the coverings of a splintered, broken, soiled Hockey mask over his face. There is no emotion, no hint of life in his eyes as he mutilates the young woman. Her screams are accompanied by a much louder, much more defined screech that carries throughout the spacious estate that Sarah Twilight called home. The ravishing redhead is seated on her sofa in front of her large, ninety inch flat screen television with her raven haired beauty, Lilith seated next to her. The additional scream had originated from Lilith's lungs as she clings closely to Sarah, looking on in horror as Jason Voorhees dispatcches another one of his victims gruesomely in the Friday the 13th film they had been watching. Sarah is wearing a snug set of purple pajama pants, a pair of ankle socks and a white tee shirt. Her legs curled up under her as she enjoys the movie. Lilith is dressed similarly, with a burgundy pajama set over a gray tee shirt. She grips Sarah's arm and digs her fingernails in as she grows frightened by the images she sees.
Lilith: Turn it off! Turn it off! I don't like scary things!
Sarah winces a bit as Lilith's nails dig into her flesh. She pauses the DVR to prevent any further imagery from upsetting her companion. She runs her fingers through Lilith's hair and attempts to calm her.
Sarah: It's just a movie. It's not real.
Lilith frowns as she looks up at Sarah. She was still very adamant that she wanted no part of continuing to watch the flim.
Lilith: I know but ... but it makes me very unhappiful. I'm going to get nightmares!
Sarah sighs, shaking her head a bit. She enjoyed those type of movies. Though another look at Lilith's frightened features and Sarah flips the channel to find something else for the two of them to watch. The station she flips to is a local station where the evening news was currently running. A reporter stands in front of the camera along a desolate stretch of highway on the outskirts of the city. Far removed from the lavish comforts of Sarah's opulent home. The two women watch the broadcast which depicts something far more realistic than the Hockey Masked slasher they'd previously been viewing.
Reporter: The Southside Stalker strikes again. The body of a twenty four year old woman was discovered this afternoon by a pair of hikers. Now, authorities are not releasing the identity of the victim at this time. But it is believed that she was a local prositute who may have been picked up by the assailant sometime last evening. Police are cautioning women to remain indoors at night and never to travel alone. This is now the Stalker's fourth victim in under a month. The previous victim, Donna Richardson was a single mother of two who disappeared on her way to work. Her body was discovered just three days ago in a clearing just outside of the city. Police have no suspects as of this time and are --
The newscast continues in the background as Lilith cringes even more now. Sarah again places her arm around the raven haired woman reassuredly. Lilith's eyes move upward to look at the redhead beauty once more.
Lilith: I wish I could be like you. Why doesn't any of those things frighten you?
Sarah smiles down at her as Lilith laid there curled up against her. Sarah's own thoughts enveloped her senses at the time. The answers she could have given would have been absent from Lilith's understanding. She contemplated offering her wisdom. However, they just remained there in silence as Sarah's deep, emerald green eyes absorbed the images from the screen. She listened to the description of the atrocities that had once again plagued the innermost depths of her city and she fell into her own subconscious thoughts.
"As children we are conditioned to believe that monsters ... imaginary creatures are the perpetrators of evil. That wickedness comes from the grotesque framework that our minds conjure to explain away the reality of a malevolent world. We are taught to fear what is unknown, and to be cautious and good at heart in order to protect ourselves from these creatures that lurk behind every closet door, under every bed and within the depths of every basement. Boogeymen and vampires, demons and devils dance in the minds of those who choose to blind themselves to the reality that true ... pure evil is carried out at the hands of ordinary men and women. The blood, the gore and the showcasing of death in an effort to elicit fear only serves as the symbolism for which it was originally intended. Ruin, at its strongest goes undetected. Evil in its purest goes unnoticed until it is too late. Boogeymen do not exist, but monsters ... monsters are very real. They lurk behind the eyes of normality, camouflaged from the rest of the world. It is in the moment when that evil unveils itself, that salvation is fleeting."
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Hollywood Hills, California
Sarah Twilight's Luxury Home
January 17th, 2014 - 8:06PM
The doorbell rings, echoing through the halls as Sarah Twilight suffles downstairs dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt. She makes her way to the door, not having been expecting anyone. She unlatches the bolt and opens the door to find Erin Robbins standing there in a panic. Erin rushes inside and doesn't offer an explanation as to the purpose of her presence right off.
Sarah: What the fuck?!
Erin: What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?
Sarah folds her arms and looks at Erin with some level of disdain.
Sarah: What you are going to do is quit yapping and tell me what the FUCK you are doing here before I remove your head from your shoulders!
Erin does a doubletake, looking at Sarah with a high level of surprise.
Erin: You sold the company back to Seth! What is he going to do to me? I ... I don't even know what to do here. This is my career. I have worked so hard for --
Sarah hauls off and SLAPS Erin across the face. Erin's eyes go wide and she holds her cheek. She looks like she is about ready to cry. Sarah stares at her, very cold ... very uncaring.
Sarah: Do you honestly believe I give a shit about your problems? I don't fucking care what happens to you! Now again, what the fuck are you doing at my house? I did not invite you here. I don't want to chit chat about whether or not you have a job. So what the fuck could you POSSIBLY still be doing here?
Erin is crushed. She had hoped that Sarah, being the one who had hired her in the first place would have done something ... some clause in those sale papers to protect her job as a commentator. It appeared that was not the case. She thinks quickly. There must be something she could do in the hopes of keeping herself employed by WCF with Seth at the helm once again. Still rubbing her cheek, her eyes light up now with an idea.
Erin: I am here to interview you about everything that's happened recently!
Sarah shakes her head, rolling her eyes.
Sarah: I don't have time for this shit. I have something else to do.
As the two speak, Lilith makes her way down the atairs, curiously wondering who was at the door. She peeks over toward the foyer where Sarah was standing with Erin, currently in discussion.
Erin: Come on Sarah. You sold the company back to Seth, that's MAJOR! And to return to the ring no less. Now you have the monster and you can't give me something? Anything? Please?! I need this Sarah, I need to keep my job.
Lilith's eyes go wide and her jaw drops as she listens to them speak. Quickly she hurries herself back upstairs in a hysterical rush. Sarah glances over as she hears Lilith scamper back upstairs. She shrugs, not sure as to what was going on. She turns her attention now back to Erin, still annoyed with the intrusion.
Sarah: Don't beg me, it's fucking pathetic. I don't give a shit about Oblivion. I don't give a shit about Seth, and I don't give a shit about you. So get the fuck out of my face, now!
Erin frowns and turns to leave. She wasn't stupid. She knew what Sarah would do to her if she didn't back away. However, she did have one last ace up her sleeve and she used every bit of it as she placed her hand on the door handle, ready to leave. One final comment to open the door to conversation. This one had to work.
Erin: Alright. I'll go. Just that ... I figured you'd want to address Seth placing you in a match with such an unstable person right off the bat. Some people have been saying it's retribution ya know?
The tactic works. Sarah smirks heavily at such a mention.
Sarah: Is that so? I find it extremely fitting that Seth would have me compete against WCF's resident "monster."
Erin smiles to herself while still facing away from Sarah. Satisfied that she would get the interview and possibly be able to keep her job. She wipes the smile from her face before turning back to Sarah.
Erin: Fitting? Why do you say that?
Sarah tilts her head at Erin as if the answer should have been obvious. She sighs as she is now tasked with explaining the comment.
Sarah: Oblivion is a visual symbol of what chaos, destruction and violence is supposed to look like. He's a giant oaf who relies on intimidation in order to plow through his opponents. I think it's pretty clear that I am not, nor have I ever been intimidated by Oblivion. It's established that the "monster" feeds on fear. But, has anyone ever thought to ask the question ... what is it that the "monster" fears? What eats at his soul and causes him to lose sleep each and every night? What makes Oblivion's skin crawl?
Erin stares at Sarah with a blank expression. Indeed no one had ever posed that question. Sarah again rolls her eyes and she shakes her head in complete disgust, walking into the living room now. She comments to Erin as she gathers a few things together and it was obvious she was planning to head out somewhere.
Sarah: It's pretty fucking simple. Oblivion fears that he ISN'T the biggest, baddest psychopath out there. That his movie massacre packaging and blood and guts fest just isn't going to cut it anymore. Monsters aren't judged by how closely they resemble Frankenstein. This is the twenty first century. You and I both know the reality of what a true monster is. I have to look no further than my own mirror. For others, the answer is found in the most unlikely of places.
She grins wickedly.
Sarah: That's the thing about packaging. You really should never judge the contents based on the fancy ribbons and bows that cover up the outside. You look at Oblivion, some big lumbering fuck who wears a mask ... walks, talks and acts like a retarded lunatic and that is EXACTLY what is expected of him. He looks like a walking corpse, people expect that he should be some kind of monster ... some kind of abomination inside of the ring. And, well he really isn't. He's a disappointment. All the hype and none of the deliverance to back it up. You would think some giant fucking oaf like that would have figured out that sticking his fingers into jelly molds and playing with cadavers just isn't going to elicit the kind of reaction he's looking for. I mean sure if this was like ... nineteen eighty I'm sure it would. But how many times can you replay the same horror movie scenes and expect to get a different outcome?
Erin: So ... you're saying he isn't a monster?
Sarah laughs in a condescending manner as she glances back over at Erin.
Sarah: I am saying hanging out with the fucking Crypt Keeper has lost its touch. You look at Oblivion ... you see a monster, you expect it. You look at someone like me ... you see a one hundred forty two pound woman who does not appear as the type of person who would be able to cut your tongue from your throat and watch you suffocate while gargling your own blood. Yet you and I both know that I am VERY capable of something like that. This is what Oblivion fears. He knows that his status as a monster ... as a dominant force is quickly coming to an end. He knows that I am more sadistic, and more violent than he could ever HOPE to be. And THAT, Erin is what makes him toss and turn at night. He knows that slapping a mask over his face and parading around in dungeons with skeletons can give him the APPEARANCE of living a live of the macabre. And he well knows the difference that when he stands and looks into my eyes, that I wear no mask ... I do not prsent myself as a grotesque monstrocity ... and yet when he does look into my eyes, HE sees a monster staring back at him. That scares the fucking shit out of him and it is why he will fail as he always has. He wants to be VIEWED as a monster. I already know that I am one.
As Sarah continues to speak to Erin, Lilith rushes back down the stairs and starts flinging open closet doors. She jumps back after each careful opening. Sarah looks back and tries to continue what she was doing. But she can't help but wonder as to what Lilith is doing.
Sarah: Lilith what the fuck?
Lilith looks back at Sarah, she looks rather nervous as whatever task she was in the process of had been ongoing for a bit now.
Lilith: Sarah! I checked under all the beds and I've looked in like every closet, but I haven't found any monsters yet.
Sarah narrows her eyes in confusion.
Sarah: What?!
Lilith: I heard Erin say you had a monster. I don't like monsters! I was trying to find where it was hiding. Monsters hide under beds a lot you know? Or in closets. But I've checked them and I haven't found any. Maybe it's in the basement ... but I'm not going down there by myself. You have to come with me.
Sarah starts laughing, as does Erin. Lilith is now the one who looks confused.
Lilith: It's not funny!
Sarah: Lilith, she was talking about my match with Oblivion. We don't have a monster.
Lilith blinks a few times before realizing what was going on.
Lilith: Oh! Obi bear ... a monster? Hahahahahahahahaha!
Lilith starts making some weird faces.
Lilith: WH-H-H-OO--OOO-SSS-HHHHH! WWH--AA-CCCK--KK-KK!
She laughs as she makes the noises.
Lilith: Obi is really good at that though. I wonder if he can do airplane sounds? I love airplane sounds. ... we probably should check the basement though, just in case we do have a monster.
Sarah shakes her head and laughs again. She glances at the time and dismisses Erin at this point.
Sarah: Like I said ... I have someplace to be. I've said what I had to say.
Sarah grabs her jacket, a matching denim one to her jeans and heads for the door. Lilith calls out to her.
Lilith: I love you Sarah! Be careful cause that man is still out there.
Sarah nods with a slight grin that is nearly unnoticable.
Sarah: I'm counting on it.
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South Los Angeles, California
January 18th, 2014 - 12:17AM
Once again the seedy streets of Los Angeles' south side are desolate. Many have heeded the warnings of the police and remain off of the streets with the knowledge that a predator prowled among them, stalking his next victim. The cool wind blows, tossing newspaper and various trash along the dirty sidewalks and decrepit buildings that surrounded the area. Footsteps are heard moving along slowly as a very ostentatious redhead strides along confidently. Sarah glances off to the empty streets looking ... waiting for something. Waiting for someone. She appears innocent with her hair tied back, and her stylish demin outfit, a small purse over her shoulder. The picture of beauty ... the perfect lure. It doesn't take long before a dark colored Cadillac pulls alongside of her as she walks. The passenger window rolls down as the car moves along slowly to keep in pace with her. The unassuming driver smiles, and presents himself in a friendly manner.
Man: What is a pretty looking thing like you doing out here alone at this time of night? It's dangerous out here with all the weirdos.
Sarah continues to walk along. The car keeping at her side as the driver tries to be a bit more persuasive.
Man: Come on, I'll give you a ride home. You shouldn't be out here like this.
Sarah halts in her step. She turns toward the Cadillac and smiles. Never saying a word she pulls the door handle as it is unlocked and gets inside. The man pulls out and begins driving. Sarah never says a word to him as she just looks ahead watching the road as they travel from the city and begin toward desolate roads far removed from any prying eyes. The man curiously looks over at her several times, wondering why she hadn't questioned the direction of travel. Perhaps a hitch hiker who just needed a ride to anywhere. It mattered little to him as he pulled the car to the side of the road once at an area he felt comfortable with. He reaches to the side of his door frame and clutches something in his hand as he begins to laugh maniacally.
Man: You ... you stupid bitches. You all make it so easy you know? Most of you won't shut up ... but you ... I like you. You've been quiet. I'll make it quick for you.
The man pulls his hunting knife from the side of the door and displays it on his lap as the laughter grows wildly. He is having a fit or euphoria as he turns and looks at Sarah once again, the knife on his lap as he was getting enjoyment from the events.
Man: Didn't your mother ever tell you it isn't a good idea to get into a car with strangers?
The laughter continues as Sarah finally turns to look at him, and in a swift motion drags her hand across his throat. Blood begins to pour from a wound instantly and as Sarah pulls her hand away, the straight razor concealed in her palm is finally visable. She smirks at the man as she finally speaks to him.
Sarah: Didn't yours?
The man gasps as he gurgles up his own blood and struggles for air. His eyes are wide and he is unable to believe what had just occurred. Sarah casually gets out from the passenger side of the vehicle and empties the contents of her purse. A large can of lighter fluid, and a box of matches. As the stalker suffers inside of his car, Sarah begins to empty the fluid into the interior. She lights a match and tosses it inside, turning the vehicle into a blazing inferno as she calmly, arrogantly and wickedly walks away from the scene of destruction.
"The most dangerous ... threatening evil comes not from what you perceive as a threat. But rather the unexpected evil that you were unprepared for. It comes in many forms ... to not recognize it is to seal the chamber of your own fate. Monsters walk among us ... though they do not show their horrors openly. They wait, and they strike when comfort sets in."
