The Demise of S-PAC

[Oblivion]

~._-*The surrounding darkness asphyxiates all of your senses. You cannot hear. You cannot see. Reaching out into the dark chasm of nothingness, your sense of touch, won't mean much. Scream, if you must.... NO ONE WILL HEAR YOU !! At this point, You are alone. No one to save You... No one to help You. Inside the abyss, that is The Darkness, screams of the tortured past, screech out. Various screams, young and old bellow out their suffering. Previous brain dead knuckledraggers lost their souls to The God of Insanity. Now, they have to spend eternity with The Dark One. Your blindness to the dark, loosens up. You can now see flesh hanging off of bones, as an arm reaches out to grab you. A panic stricken squeal bellows out.*-_.~

Man: HELP ME-E-E!! SOMEONE HELP ME-E-E!! IT HURTS!! IT HURTS!! AHH-H-H!! AHH-H-H!!

~._-*The man's voice begins to gurgle, as the remaining flesh falls of the radius and ulna forearm bones. Your sense of smell is working overtime, when the smell of burning flesh becomes overwhelming. You will never be able to get the sound of burning flesh, out of your head. The screams slowly become too intense for anyone to handle. Insanity becomes the only choice to make. No other choice seem reasonable. ENDING IT ALL SEEMS TO BE A REASONABLE CHOICE!! The ear piercing screams still don't stop. Maniacal laughter melds into the painful shrieks. A bright light tries to shine through. Angelical chants begin, as the bright light shines brighter. the hands of God protrudes through The Darkness, but the dominating force fights back, pushing the mighty hands of God back.A voice echoes out. You see the waves of sound, that the voice makes.*-_.~

Narrator: Pain is a tricky thing to describe. Pain can be a bitch. Everyone has their own description to what pain truly is. Albeit, it could physical or mental. Pain is still pain. Pain is a beautiful, but fickle mistress. An ordinary human being doesn't know when they will experience pain. U-u-unle-e-ess, they are told before hand. It doesn't hurt to be warned first, before impending doom. At least the faceless victims get a chance to prepare first. Although, the preparation will just end up being done in vain. History has already been written. It's already been set in stone. There is nothing anyone can do about it. The soon to be "Targeted" will find that out, very shortly. Their destiny has been laid out for them. Their future was once bright, but now, it just looks bleak and pathetic.

~._-*The bright light tries to blast through overwhelming force that is The Darkness. What ever was left of the "Bright Light" slowly evaporates and You quickly plunge into the dark chasm, that is The Darkness. You drop downward into the cataclysmic part of your psyche...*-_.~

Mechanical voice: Phase One... ... ... ACTIVATED. PENETRATE SUBJECT'S SUBCONSCIOUS MIND.

Mechanical voice:Status Code 200.... REQUESTING RESPONSE

Mechanical voice:Status Code 201.... REQUEST FULFILLED... CREATING INFORMATION.

Mechanical voice:Status Code 202.... PROCESSING INFORMATION

Mechanical voice:Status Code 203.... INFORMATION INPUT

~._-*Oblivion is seen kneeling very low in a dark pocket of Stephan Johnson's mind. The tragic loss of a loved one can morph into heartbreak The heartbreak in which could morph into a psychotic meltdown. Said breakdown could morph into internal formation of a psuedo second reality. The mental illness itself, began getting bigger and more out of control. The illness caused a formation of a split personality.*-_.~

Narrator: The mental illness itself, began getting bigger and more out of control. The illness caused a formation of a split personality. The personality and the mental illness engaged in a civil war in the "sub-conscious" of Stephan Johnson. The trapped TRUE individual overcame being held HIS own prisoner. Stephan began taking medication, in which The Darkness tried to sabotage, many times. The combination of Stephan Johnson and Oblivion overcame The Darkness. Stephan Johnson slightly cut back on the medication regiment. The illness is always around. The medication keeps the psychosis dormant. Stephan has now became, what he hated most... WHAT MADE HIM INTO A MONSTER!

~._-*The ear-piercing screams get louder, as boney hands reach out to grab Oblivion. The Monster is not shaken, starts to get irritated.*-_.~

Oblivion: Darkness!! I know you're around!! Show yourself!!

~._-*Howls and screams rattle inside the "sub-conscious". Oblivion moves very quickly towards a figment of Stephan Johnson's imagination... MARSHAL MATHERS. Images of S-Pac, that came from the memory banks of Stephan Johnson appear. Oblivion walks behind a tough looking Marshall Mathers, who looks at the images of The S-Pac. Mathers begins to pace, as he points at the images of S-Pac.*-_.~

Marshall Mathers: Three Pac... two Pac, this Pac one. This Pac... That Pac... S-PAC DONE!!

~._-*The image of Marshall Mathers drags his thumb across his throat.*-_.~

BLA-AMM-M-MMM!!

~._-*Oblivion stands next to Marshall and blasts his brains out his right ear with a Pfeifer-Zeliska .600 revolver. The image of Marshall Mathers falls over, as the image fades away in a static. Standing before Oblivion, is a slow formation of The Darkness. Before the formation completes, the white light appears and "The Hand of God" plucks Oblivion out the mind of a madman and back to reality. Oblivion always wanted stability, but with chance of causing chaos and mayhem. Even the psychotic deserves to have something that they can call their own. But, to maintain a solid concrete chance of increasing momentum, The Monster needed a Headquarters.*-_.~

Narrator: Oblivion knew ONE building that IT knew it was up for sale... the mansion-like house, with a HUGE metal front gate, armed guards and a kennel of guard dogs. It once belonged to the Angels of Death. Once the Angels of Death dissolved, the property went to shit. the property was up for sale. NOT ANYMORE. Melissa, who has been with Oblivion forever, along with Little Man Dave, who occasionally, dips into his own psychosis and become Mini-Oblivion. Melissa head the girl group The Vixens. Mini Oblivion on a few occasions leads The Gathering. but, recently someone walked up to Oblivion and they have mended their differences... Keith, who previously was known as Cameradude and El Angel Oscuro. But, of course they DO have The Pet, a little half naked small and skinny man who is Oblivion's cameraman.

~._-*It's been a week, since purchasing the house. Oblivion, Melissa, Little Man Dave and Keith walk around discussing more ideas to the house.*-_.~

Melissa: OU!! This is the biggest room!!

Oblivion: IT has plans for the outside. We want to reinforce the gate, along we need reliable guards, with automatic rifles. We also need more dogs. Now IT likes THIS room! THIS ROOM WILL BE THE MONSTER CAVE. THIS IS WHERE OBLIVION CAN BE THE MONSTER. IT wants this room to be ready within a week. Cave-like. Dark and smelly. Somewhere that Oblivion can be by ITself. Now, speaking of being by ITself...

~._-*Oblivion looks to the camera.*-_.~

Oblivion: Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu and Chelsea Black Armstrong... Collectively, you three are known as S-Pac. We all known what your name means. The Monster neither has the time nor does Oblivion give a flying shit, who you three are. The Monster has battled you three mental midgets before. But, you need to hear something...

~._-*The sound of silence is interrupted with crickets.*-_.~

Oblivion: You hear that... NOTHING!! No one gives a crap about S-Pac anymore. NO ONE!! You three are last year's problem. Not now. Cash is lost. Atreyu a has been, as of late so insignificant, IT forgot he was still here in WCF. And of course how can we forget Seifer's better half.... Chelsea. It's a damn shame, that you have a complete screw up for a husband in Seifer. Just like The Robinsons, where the wives are more powerful than the husbands. Now, about IT's partners. The braintrust of WCF must be laughing their asses off. Why you ask. The Shadows kidnapped Oblivion and held IT against IT's will. Night Rider wants to live in the past. While Vengeance and Denise D'Evil wants to think about the future. That's fine. The Monster will team up with The Shadows, this one time. S-Pac must be destroyed... FOR THEIR OWN GOOD. PUT THEM OUT OF THEIR MISERABLE MISERY!!

The Monster has a personal agenda in this match!! It doesn't matter who it is. Cash... Atreyu... Armstrong. All three will go down in defeat!! But, don't think for one second Shadows, that Oblivion has not forgotten what you three have done to The Monster. First, we take out S-Pac. Then next, Oblivion will take out the trash of The Shadows. With that... you know what you bitches can do next.

~._-*The Monster walks over to the hanging pictures of The SPAC. Oblivion sets each photo on fire. Pieces, of the pictures on fire, fall down to the ground. With the fear of causing a fire, The Monster walks over and pisses out the fire. Oblivion looks back at the camera.*-_.~

Oblivion: If any of the three members of S-Pac WERE on fire... THE MONSTER WOULDN'T PISS OUT THE FIRE. Oblivion would just watch them burn. The Vixens always do enjoy a good barbeque. OBLIVION IS THE MONSTER OF WCF!! IT IS THE ALPHA AND IT IS THE OMEGA!! OBLIVION IS THE GOD OF INSANITY!! THIS GOES OUT TO S-PAC... FE-FI-FO-FUM... SUCK MY DICK MOTHERFUCKERS!! I CAN HEAR THE CROWD NOW....

The crowd: OBLIVION IS GONNA KI-I-ILL YOU-U-U!! OBLIVION IS GONNA KI-I-ILL YOU-U-U!! OBLIVION IS GONNA KI-I-ILL YOU-U-U!!

~._-*The scene slowly fades out as a sitting Monster rocks back and forth, while staring deeply, into the camera, with a look of complete and utter distain. Oblivion is heard muttering something to ITself...*-_.~

Oblivion: DIE MOTHERFUCKERS... DIE MOTHERFUCKERS DIE!! DIE MOTHERFUCKERS... DIE MOTHERFUCKERS DIE!! DIE MOTHERFUCKERS... DIE MOTHERFUCKERS DIE!!