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Dec 6, 2015 17:50:43 GMT -5
Bonnie Blue, Dustin Beaver, and 1 more like this
Post by Andre Jenson on Dec 6, 2015 17:50:43 GMT -5
Amy was flustered. She'd never seen AJ act like this. Nor has she seen anyone act like that outside of movies and the odd re-enactment on the Field. She was sitting in what was known as the War Room deep in an underground bunker set deep in the heart of the magical, mystical, fantastical and highly expensive island of Kem.
She was watching the video screen intently with Sir Slashalot and Lord Ashbury beside her, shaking her head in disbelief. Ashbury looked on in disgust, apparently sickened to the point of rage at the images he saw before him. Slashalot looked, well, just like he normally does. His stoic face not giving anything away while he watched. If you looked really carefully you could possibly see a slightly raised eyebrow, but good luck trying to get him to acknowledge this fact.
As to what they were looking at that horrified them so, you really have to wind back in time the past 3 weeks or so. From the night after AJ lost the TV title. This is where we begin. I'm not going to do one of those flashback things on the camera where everything goes all wishy washy and people look off into the distance, this isn't that kind of story. I also don't know why, as the narrator I'm explaining this to you, I just say what I am given on my script. Banana mudpies. I'm pretty sure that the editor doesn't read these things anyway. I do, and you now have a new script writer. Ed.
OK, thanks Ed, back to normal. So as I was saying, the night after AJ lost the TV title to Dustin Beaver he disappeared. He didn't get back on his private jet, he didn't check in with Amy, he wasn't even seen leaving the building. It was like he just vanished from existence. Details were so sketchy they may as well have been given information by morse code from a combination of Muhammad Ali and Michael J Fox. Not that they would intentionally give bad information out, being pretty much awesome and all, their unfortunate conditions wouldn't really be conducive to a morse code scenario. But I digress. The point is, Amy, Slashalot and Ashbury knew absolutely nothing about the whereabouts of their leader. He had disappeared, vanished, like a rogue with a potion of invisibility he was gone. This wasn't the weird part, the weird part wasn't even when he was found again, naked and in a shallow brook in what was basically the middle of nowhere. That'd happened many times before. No the weird part is the look in his eyes when they found him, the same look in his eyes they managed to catch a glimpse of on TV when they saw him attack Bonnie Blue a couple of weeks ago. The look of feral hatred.
They had him in his own little padded room in the bunker, originally they thought he'd see sense when he was there and stop trying to attack them, but he just got worse. They were also on backup power as the electronics were just been messed with, whenever he went anywhere you could feel static electricity in the air and things just blew up. He kept hissing and spitting at them, shouting abuse about the end of days and how Bonnie Blue is this and that. He really hated her by the sounds of it and some of the things he called her were just way out of line and uncalled for in her opinion. Then again, she felt the same sort of fury when she saw Millicent the last time so she kinda felt a little bit of sympathy for him.
The landline rang (yes, they are still things) and she answered with a cursory “yes” there was silence as the other person spoke. And spoke. And spoke. Then a little more. Eventually she snapped “OK OK I'll go up to her.”
She looked at Slashalot. “Make sure he's ok, she's here. Since our last visitor in that Beaver guy, we don't want to take any chances. Oh and good work on that by the way, taking him to the visitor mansion and giving him the high security military camp experience worked. I don't think he had any idea where home is.”
Ashbury laughed. “Could you believe he actually thought that garish monstrosity was the real mansion? I'm just glad I got to wear my security LARP gear again, from when we did the zombies vs security festival.”
Slashalot slightly tilted his head in acknowledgement of Amy's thanks. His dark eyes never leaving AJ as AJ stalked the room he was in. There was something animalistic about how he searched for a way out and Slashalot could appreciate just how dangerous AJ seemed to be right now. He was one to keep an eye on, he thought.
After Amy left, Ashbury grabbed a chair and sat next to Slashalot. Glancing at AJ who was staring at them both with evil intentions through the window, hardly moving a muscle.
“We'll kill you you know!” He stated, menacingly. “This wall can't hold us too long and when we're out.” He moved his jaw as if he was dislocating and resetting it in a rythmic way, cocking his head to the side. “I think we'll kill you first Ashbury, just to see if that prick Slashalot cracks a smile or shits his pants.”
Ashbury felt uncomfortable, AJ had been saying these things on and off for the past few days to everyone. It's not as if he was singled out, nevertheless it was still unnerving for him. Slashalot seemed uncomfortable too with the way he shifted forward in his seat.
PAAAAAAAAARP!
He sat back down to normal, stoic as ever. The stench of his fart wafted up and almost choked Ashbury, who shot a glance over at Slashalot in disgust. Now he really felt uncomfortable.
“You're booked again on Slam AJ” He said rather nervously. “Tag team, with that La Gama Blanca fellow. I like him, even though he is a little serious at times. It's a shame we're having to keep him away from you.”
“We'll kill him too, he can't hide forever, just like that Bonnie Blue bitch.”
“Why do you hate her so much?” He asked
“Hate? Why do we hate? Why do touch yourself? Why does Amy keep us caged? Why does anyone do anything?” AJ leaned in closer to the window and Slammed his fist against it, making Ashbury jump “WE DO NOT HATE, WE DESTROY! THE BITCH WILL FIND OUT WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE! AND I WILL, I KNOW YOU'RE SENDING THAT FUCKING DWARF OUT TO RESCUE YOU! WHEN HE COMES BACK, WE'LL EAT HIM! EAT HIM WELL!”
The electricity in the air surged as he got more and more angry, culminating in a blown lightbulb in his padded room. He grinned a sadistic grin, Ashbury gulped, Slashalot sat back in his chair and stroked his beard. “Reckon he's a bit crazy” he said.
“Not crazy, gentlemen” came a shrill voice from the door outside. “He's just sick.” Millicent sauntered into the room with a big smile on her face. Her demeanour as breezy as summer and a smile larger than life. She closed the door behind her.
“Christ, what are you doing here?” Asked Ashbury “Didn't you get beat up by Amy?”
“Let's call it a 50/50” she replied.
“Where is she anyway?” He asked, suddenly wary that she wasn't in the room and he and Slashalot were alone with AJ's psychotic soon to be ex wife.
“Oh I don't know, she came up to see me, then got a call from that midget you guys have hanging around with you now and had to go. She just told me to come straight down here.” While she was talking she started to take off her gloves and fumble around in her bag.
“It's better this way, she would just be in the way if she was here” she was saying, pulling out a gas mask.
“What's with the mask?” Ashbury asked, somewhat quizzically.
“Oh, this little thing? Isn't science amazing. There is one gas, I can't remember the name of it, which basically knocks you right out within minutes. The best thing is that you can wear a mask while everyone else around you goes nighty night.” She put the mask on then waved as Ashbury and Slashalot slumped over. She then looked over at AJ.
“Oh honey,” she said, while stroking his face through the window “Miss me?”
AJ looked at her hungrily, itching to get out of his cage.
“You know,” she said, seductively “It's really hard being a woman at times. I had to literally bang that pool boy for months to get access to enough chloroform to help make this gas. All the while I've been waiting for you to become the real you and stop fighting it. We thought that the belt would act as a conduit and speed the process up, but it seems that it actually slowed it down. You've more than made up for it though now haven't you?” She peered at his face, giving a wicked grin.
“You have it all now, full manifestation, oh they'll be pleased! Here, let's get you out of here.” She fished out another gas mask from her bag and used an access card to open the door between her and AJ.
She was prepared, they had issued her with a cattle prod, just in case. He'd be fine though, they assured her, he wouldn't attack her. As long as she helped him. So far so good though, the door was open and AJ was just standing there, staring at her and breathing heavily. She threw him the mask.
“Put this on and we'll get you out of here.”
AJ grinned. “Let's get us out of here” he repeated. “Out of here, good, good, Bonnie Bitch, let's go!”
She smiled back. “Sure sweety, I'll lead the way out.”
She turned her back to him and that's where he attacked. He tackled her to the floor and ripped off her mask. She tried to fend him off but he was too strong. At one point she managed to use the cattle prod on him, all that happened was that he roared and got more angry. He kept punching and punching and punching her as she screamed in terror. He kept going until his knuckles were red raw with blood, her blood, his blood, it didn't matter. He just kept hitting and hitting until she was silent. He stopped and stood up, panting, looking for more danger. He noticed Slashalot and Ashbury slumped in their chairs and started to move toward them before a shrill alarm sounded.
AJ turned and fled out of the room, passing a guard who was lying on the floor near his desk, clearly unconscious. He couldn't get through the glass door to the outside though, as it seemed to be locked. He looked at the door, looked at the guard and looked at the door again. His brain calculating the possibilities. With immense strength, he picked up the guard and started running to the door as if he was a linebacker sacking a quarterback. The glass shattered with an almighty sound as he speared the guard through the door. Dropping the guard he looked into the darkness and ran into the night.
She was watching the video screen intently with Sir Slashalot and Lord Ashbury beside her, shaking her head in disbelief. Ashbury looked on in disgust, apparently sickened to the point of rage at the images he saw before him. Slashalot looked, well, just like he normally does. His stoic face not giving anything away while he watched. If you looked really carefully you could possibly see a slightly raised eyebrow, but good luck trying to get him to acknowledge this fact.
As to what they were looking at that horrified them so, you really have to wind back in time the past 3 weeks or so. From the night after AJ lost the TV title. This is where we begin. I'm not going to do one of those flashback things on the camera where everything goes all wishy washy and people look off into the distance, this isn't that kind of story. I also don't know why, as the narrator I'm explaining this to you, I just say what I am given on my script. Banana mudpies. I'm pretty sure that the editor doesn't read these things anyway. I do, and you now have a new script writer. Ed.
OK, thanks Ed, back to normal. So as I was saying, the night after AJ lost the TV title to Dustin Beaver he disappeared. He didn't get back on his private jet, he didn't check in with Amy, he wasn't even seen leaving the building. It was like he just vanished from existence. Details were so sketchy they may as well have been given information by morse code from a combination of Muhammad Ali and Michael J Fox. Not that they would intentionally give bad information out, being pretty much awesome and all, their unfortunate conditions wouldn't really be conducive to a morse code scenario. But I digress. The point is, Amy, Slashalot and Ashbury knew absolutely nothing about the whereabouts of their leader. He had disappeared, vanished, like a rogue with a potion of invisibility he was gone. This wasn't the weird part, the weird part wasn't even when he was found again, naked and in a shallow brook in what was basically the middle of nowhere. That'd happened many times before. No the weird part is the look in his eyes when they found him, the same look in his eyes they managed to catch a glimpse of on TV when they saw him attack Bonnie Blue a couple of weeks ago. The look of feral hatred.
They had him in his own little padded room in the bunker, originally they thought he'd see sense when he was there and stop trying to attack them, but he just got worse. They were also on backup power as the electronics were just been messed with, whenever he went anywhere you could feel static electricity in the air and things just blew up. He kept hissing and spitting at them, shouting abuse about the end of days and how Bonnie Blue is this and that. He really hated her by the sounds of it and some of the things he called her were just way out of line and uncalled for in her opinion. Then again, she felt the same sort of fury when she saw Millicent the last time so she kinda felt a little bit of sympathy for him.
The landline rang (yes, they are still things) and she answered with a cursory “yes” there was silence as the other person spoke. And spoke. And spoke. Then a little more. Eventually she snapped “OK OK I'll go up to her.”
She looked at Slashalot. “Make sure he's ok, she's here. Since our last visitor in that Beaver guy, we don't want to take any chances. Oh and good work on that by the way, taking him to the visitor mansion and giving him the high security military camp experience worked. I don't think he had any idea where home is.”
Ashbury laughed. “Could you believe he actually thought that garish monstrosity was the real mansion? I'm just glad I got to wear my security LARP gear again, from when we did the zombies vs security festival.”
Slashalot slightly tilted his head in acknowledgement of Amy's thanks. His dark eyes never leaving AJ as AJ stalked the room he was in. There was something animalistic about how he searched for a way out and Slashalot could appreciate just how dangerous AJ seemed to be right now. He was one to keep an eye on, he thought.
After Amy left, Ashbury grabbed a chair and sat next to Slashalot. Glancing at AJ who was staring at them both with evil intentions through the window, hardly moving a muscle.
“We'll kill you you know!” He stated, menacingly. “This wall can't hold us too long and when we're out.” He moved his jaw as if he was dislocating and resetting it in a rythmic way, cocking his head to the side. “I think we'll kill you first Ashbury, just to see if that prick Slashalot cracks a smile or shits his pants.”
Ashbury felt uncomfortable, AJ had been saying these things on and off for the past few days to everyone. It's not as if he was singled out, nevertheless it was still unnerving for him. Slashalot seemed uncomfortable too with the way he shifted forward in his seat.
PAAAAAAAAARP!
He sat back down to normal, stoic as ever. The stench of his fart wafted up and almost choked Ashbury, who shot a glance over at Slashalot in disgust. Now he really felt uncomfortable.
“You're booked again on Slam AJ” He said rather nervously. “Tag team, with that La Gama Blanca fellow. I like him, even though he is a little serious at times. It's a shame we're having to keep him away from you.”
“We'll kill him too, he can't hide forever, just like that Bonnie Blue bitch.”
“Why do you hate her so much?” He asked
“Hate? Why do we hate? Why do touch yourself? Why does Amy keep us caged? Why does anyone do anything?” AJ leaned in closer to the window and Slammed his fist against it, making Ashbury jump “WE DO NOT HATE, WE DESTROY! THE BITCH WILL FIND OUT WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE! AND I WILL, I KNOW YOU'RE SENDING THAT FUCKING DWARF OUT TO RESCUE YOU! WHEN HE COMES BACK, WE'LL EAT HIM! EAT HIM WELL!”
The electricity in the air surged as he got more and more angry, culminating in a blown lightbulb in his padded room. He grinned a sadistic grin, Ashbury gulped, Slashalot sat back in his chair and stroked his beard. “Reckon he's a bit crazy” he said.
“Not crazy, gentlemen” came a shrill voice from the door outside. “He's just sick.” Millicent sauntered into the room with a big smile on her face. Her demeanour as breezy as summer and a smile larger than life. She closed the door behind her.
“Christ, what are you doing here?” Asked Ashbury “Didn't you get beat up by Amy?”
“Let's call it a 50/50” she replied.
“Where is she anyway?” He asked, suddenly wary that she wasn't in the room and he and Slashalot were alone with AJ's psychotic soon to be ex wife.
“Oh I don't know, she came up to see me, then got a call from that midget you guys have hanging around with you now and had to go. She just told me to come straight down here.” While she was talking she started to take off her gloves and fumble around in her bag.
“It's better this way, she would just be in the way if she was here” she was saying, pulling out a gas mask.
“What's with the mask?” Ashbury asked, somewhat quizzically.
“Oh, this little thing? Isn't science amazing. There is one gas, I can't remember the name of it, which basically knocks you right out within minutes. The best thing is that you can wear a mask while everyone else around you goes nighty night.” She put the mask on then waved as Ashbury and Slashalot slumped over. She then looked over at AJ.
“Oh honey,” she said, while stroking his face through the window “Miss me?”
AJ looked at her hungrily, itching to get out of his cage.
“You know,” she said, seductively “It's really hard being a woman at times. I had to literally bang that pool boy for months to get access to enough chloroform to help make this gas. All the while I've been waiting for you to become the real you and stop fighting it. We thought that the belt would act as a conduit and speed the process up, but it seems that it actually slowed it down. You've more than made up for it though now haven't you?” She peered at his face, giving a wicked grin.
“You have it all now, full manifestation, oh they'll be pleased! Here, let's get you out of here.” She fished out another gas mask from her bag and used an access card to open the door between her and AJ.
She was prepared, they had issued her with a cattle prod, just in case. He'd be fine though, they assured her, he wouldn't attack her. As long as she helped him. So far so good though, the door was open and AJ was just standing there, staring at her and breathing heavily. She threw him the mask.
“Put this on and we'll get you out of here.”
AJ grinned. “Let's get us out of here” he repeated. “Out of here, good, good, Bonnie Bitch, let's go!”
She smiled back. “Sure sweety, I'll lead the way out.”
She turned her back to him and that's where he attacked. He tackled her to the floor and ripped off her mask. She tried to fend him off but he was too strong. At one point she managed to use the cattle prod on him, all that happened was that he roared and got more angry. He kept punching and punching and punching her as she screamed in terror. He kept going until his knuckles were red raw with blood, her blood, his blood, it didn't matter. He just kept hitting and hitting until she was silent. He stopped and stood up, panting, looking for more danger. He noticed Slashalot and Ashbury slumped in their chairs and started to move toward them before a shrill alarm sounded.
AJ turned and fled out of the room, passing a guard who was lying on the floor near his desk, clearly unconscious. He couldn't get through the glass door to the outside though, as it seemed to be locked. He looked at the door, looked at the guard and looked at the door again. His brain calculating the possibilities. With immense strength, he picked up the guard and started running to the door as if he was a linebacker sacking a quarterback. The glass shattered with an almighty sound as he speared the guard through the door. Dropping the guard he looked into the darkness and ran into the night.
