Post by Noble Savage on Oct 30, 2018 22:41:14 GMT -5
Noble Savage Roleplay
Helloween PPV 10/31/2018
Match: Hellimination (Team Bonnie vs. Team Odin)
"One One One"
Wordcount: 5,000
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A blue-ish tint is layered over the visuals that we are presented with: It is a crowded arena during an old school WCF event. A little girl stands in the crowd, holding an Odin Balfore plush doll while watching the show. She suddenly looks up, and sees that there are two police officers towering over her. A man is standing behind them and he is shaking his head with intense worry in his eyes and even a tear. The little girl now looks down at her doll and holds it up in the direction of the police officers.
POLICE OFFICER 1:
"Brandi Noble. You're coming with us, young lady."
YOUNG NOBLE:
"I'm giving it back! I'm sorry I took it!"
POLICE OFFICER 2:
"You have the right to remain silent..."
YOUNG NOBLE:
"No!"
MAN BEHIND COPS:
"Honey, please, just go with them. They saw what you did at the gift shop."
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"How dare you... Interrupt the slumber of the One...!?"
Young Noble now looks down at her shirt and it is stained with blood splatters. Suddenly, he Odin Balfore plush doll is also stained with blood splatters. Brandi becomes really scared when she looks at the cops and they are suddenly rubbing blood all over their faces while laughing.
YOUNG NOBLE:
"Daddy! What's happening?!"
When Young Noble looks behind the two police officers, she sees that her father is crippled behind them, now with a severed throat shooting out fountains of blood.
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"Make the One watch the ONE... ONE... ONE...!"
YOUNG NOBLE:
"DAD!! Nooo!! It's all my fault! I'm so sorry, I wish I could take it back, I really do!"
Young Noble is shaking her head with her eyes closed as tears struggle to stay inside her eyelids. Her young face morphs into that of her present day self and her surroundings disappear. She now opens her eyes and gasps at the silence. She looks around and sees nothing but darkness, and a single mirror in the distance. She begins to slowly walk toward it.
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"Saaaavage...!"
SAVAGE:
"That was a really bad nightmare, Noble... But I'm here, OK? I saw the whole thing, but you're not alone."
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"You... Must now end... My ender... Make The One Watch!"
SAVAGE:
"Your ender? Who are you? Who was your ender?"
Noble Savage looks upward but there is infinite darkness, so she continues toward the mirror. When she finally reaches the very front of the mirror and sees herself. But her reflection in the mirror is ghastly and the eyes are white.
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"End... ODIN!"
SAVAGE:
"Oh, is that all? I was already planning on it... But who ARE you?!"
Noble Savage is now staring at her fading features, and realizes that her voice is cracking.
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"Your worst... Nightmare!"
The black floor under Noble Savage shatters and she falls through. As she is falling, multiple faces of an old man begin to fly past and through her screaming.
OLD MAN FACES:
"Youuu!! Are no longer One... One.... ONE!!"
SAVAGE:
"What?! What do you mean?!"
OLD MAN FACES:
"YMIR Commands... One Won One... Destroy the One who Won... Make The One Watch..."
SAVAGE:
"Explain this to me, please! You're speaking cryptic!"
Noble Savage's fall is broken by the comfort of a bed, and she is suddenly under the bed sheets. She sits up and is breathing heavily while looking confused. She looks around in the bedroom, and lays back down. As soon as she lays back down, she hears her own voice speak.
NOBLE:
"My God, it was just a dream."
Noble Savage suddenly jumps out of the bed in shock, causing the other Noble Savage to jump out of the bed too, and they look at one another petrified.
SAVAGE:
"Who are you?"
NOBLE:
"I'm Brandi Noble, who are you?"
SAVAGE:
"Oh, no... I'm you, but..."
NOBLE:
"Savage?! What's happening here?!"
SAVAGE:
"The old man... He said we are no longer one... Is this what he meant?"
NOBLE:
"Oh no! Have we been released from bondage?!"
SAVAGE:
"No! This can't be!"
NOBLE:
"Oh, GOD! No! There must be a way to fuse back together! Where's Abernathy?!"
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING:
"Abernathy... Is MINE!"
SAVAGE:
"You heard that, right?!"
NOBLE:
"Yes! The voice from my dream!"
SAVAGE:
"I saw your dream, but I couldn't interact, it felt weird... You were with those cops, and I wanted to help! I don't want you to ever remember that night again!"
NOBLE:
"You saw my dream? But how come I didn't see yours?"
SAVAGE:
"I heard a voice... The voices said it was Ymir..."
NOBLE:
"Ymir... The first being...?"
SAVAGE:
"The voices called him The One..."
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING:
"ONE.... ONE.... ONE!!!"
Both Noble and Savage now look up as if trying to figure out where the voice came from, but they see nothing.
NOBLE:
"That was honestly, the worst dream I've ever had. I think Ymir is trying to show us our worst nightmares."
SAVAGE:
"But it won't work... Remember... As long as I'm with you, you will never relive that."
NOBLE:
"But what was your dream? What's your worst nightmare?"
SAVAGE:
"I don't have one... But how do we get back together?"
NOBLE:
"Oh, My God! I don't know...! What do we do?!"
Noble and Savage come around the bed and embrace in a big hug. The two are visible shedding tears of fear, but Savage is pretending to be unmoved by any of it.
NOBLE:
"Please, Lady Abernathy, come help us. We need you more than ever..."
Noble Savage now opens her eyes, and realizes that she is alone, and has her arms wrapped around herself. She is standing in the middle of a bedroom, but it is abandoned and riddled with cobwebs. She looks around and feels herself, to recall that she is wearing regular clothes and not sleepwear. She slowly walks over to the dresser and looks in the mirror.
NOBLE:
"Savage... Are... Are you there?"
SAVAGE:
"Oh, thank God! That was a horrible nightmare. We're back to normal."
NOBLE:
"Thank God, indeed!"
SAVAGE:
"But we still should end Odin..."
NOBLE:
"For Ymir?"
SAVAGE:
"For Bonnie."
Noble Savage grins fiendishly at her reflection in the mirror as the scene fades to black. The following words fading into black while Noble Savage's voice speaks them out loud.
A sinister chuckle helps the words on the screen fade into lonely street. The night is clear, with the bright and blinding shine of the moon casting the shadows of leafless trees on the pavement. Dry leaves are bullied off the road by the gust of angry winds. It's hollow whistles, however, are more of a distant hum behind the growling yet bass-filled voice of an old MAN who is not visible in these desolate streets.
OLD MAN'S VOICE:
"Won... WON... WOOOOONNNNNNN!!"
The words are followed by three loud echoing thuds of what sounds like steel banging on cement. The camera pans through these suburbs and past the humble homes, all of which are uniquely dressed in Halloween decorations to invite trick-or-treaters, all while we hear the Old Man's voice again, becoming more desperate in his bloody growl.
OLD MAN'S VOICE:
"WON... WON... WON..."
Still with no sign of whose voice that may be, the camera stops at one specific house, numbered 1520. This house is not decorated with Halloween themes, but it is old and abandoned enough to look doubly as eerie as the intentional ones. The loud knock of iron on concrete follows once again in the same rhythm as the old man's words... THOMP... THOMP... THOMP!
The devilish squeak of a rusted door hinge follows the three bangs, with the front door to this unsettling home opening slowly. The disembodied head of an old man rolls out from the door with blood bubbling from its mouth and barbed wire tightly wrapped around it, covering the eyes but the severed head still speaks.
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"One... One... ONE!!!!"
The camera moves slightly closer, but we see Noble Savage step out of the darkness behind that door.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Aside from Town Square, there is history to be made in this quiet little town... And it all starts right here... Welcome to Square--
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"ONE...!"
Noble Savage looks down at the old man's head and raises an eyebrow.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Yes, Square one, where Odin Balfore belongs after losing to me. Revenge should have been me, not him, against Michael X. And he should have gone to the back of the line! And at War, it should have been me, not him! Defending the championship against Bonnie Blue! But the All Father and I came out of war with One--
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"ONE..."
Noble Savage looks annoyed but keeps talking.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"ONE Thing in common... That night, he and both wo--
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"WONNN... WONNN... WONNN....!"
Noble Savage grunts with anger and punt kicks the the old man's head off the porch, landing it in the sidewalk by the grass lawn. She pauses for a second because she now heard loud metallic thuds coming from the floor under her... KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK! Noble Savage grins and shakes her head before continuing to speak.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Yes, the only two people who can say they won at War are me and him, none of these other little etceteras. I'm the One who--
Noble Savage glances sharply at the old man's head over by the lawn, but it does not say anything, so she lets out a huff and keeps talking.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"--The One who has been breaking records and making history since the day I set foot in this place. Everyone ignored me, overlooked me, and undermined me. All the while, I was breaking bones stealing spot lights... Only those I ran through knew who I was, and the rest of the roster pretended I didn't even exist... Well, sooner or later we ALL have to accept, that the devil exists regardless to whether or not we believe in him... And that's when War came... All of those no name tadpoles who had no idea what it was like to be in the ring with the likes of Noble Savage suddenly realized that they should have been thanking their lucky stars all along for being spared of the artful bruatlities that only a true Savage can compose! Odin's witless recruits include two of the men in the War Match, and that means that they had their chance, but couldn't quite make it as far as I did. Instead they lost... LOST... LOST! Haha! I don't want to hear any one say they doubt me, because if you were as good as I am... You would have WON... WON... WON..."
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"WON WON WONNNNNNN!!!!!"
Noble Savage comes down the short steps from the porch and takes the walk path toward the residential mail box by the sidewalk that reads "Myers," then taps the metal mail box three times with the tip of her long black nails, to the same rhythm as the, 'won/one' slurs from the old man.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"As of right now... No one has defeated more members of the active WCF Roster than yours truly... And yes, my list of victims does include my fellow team mates but that does not go without purpose. The level of respect that the Witch of Time and I have for one another goes beyond the comprehension of the feeble minds of fragile mortals. None more fragile than the random crew of insignificant wanna be's Odin has swept up from under the couch to form his team. I entered war, and everyone who entered that ring, other than myself, LOST! So, if you're on the WCF Roster, stop trying to tell yourself that I can't beat you because I obviously already did. Even the championship match of that night was between two competitors that I already defeated... One was a God-like figure with the power of a thousand stars that could lay waste to civilizations if the desire to do so was there... And the other was Odin Balfore... A man who was once a big deal. But has now become my own personal chew toy... His opponent that night is the ever so splendid Bonnie Blue... Someone I could not understand until I set foot in the Rock of Ages and saw the darkness that surrounded her aura. Now, I understand her... She does not only claim to be the Time Witch... She IS the Time Witch! I tried to keep that part of me hidden, while she absolutely embraced it, and now that I have seen the darkness of her heart, I'm no longer bound to the human norm of what is expected of me. I can embrace the serpent myself. But all of these prophecies of Good versus Evil aren't as meaningful when you see yourself against one God, and four shriveled little space-fillers... So, in accordance to the so-called 'prophecy' why don't we get to know our victims, and see what side of the Good and Evil spectrum they fall in..."
Noble Savage now opens the mail box and reaches in. She pulls out a small white envelope, which is sealed with Halloween Pumpkin sticker. Her index nail tears through the top of the envelope and she takes out the folded note paper that is inside.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Hmm... Let's see... Who do we have here...?"
She unfolds the lined paper and the camera floats to an over the shoulder look at it from her perspective. It is a hastily written list that seems to be in a carved handwriting, and it says:
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Oh good! The Good God has actually found another Good man in the form of Kaz Mazy. Too bad he failed to find more than just one benevolent ally. The other two are about as evil as you can get without crossing over and joining Lady Abernathy in the dark side. But Kaz is whimsical and lacks focus. he is the only grown man that is obsessed with his own thickness... And this... This is what the evil ones are supposed to fear? Someone who kisses up to the fans and worries himself with who they cheer for? This is absolutely ridiculous. Odin, you poor poor broken God... I feel bad for you right now. You might as well be fighting The Guardians by yourself, big man. As much time as you spend worshiping yourself and oiling your beard, you could have at least found some time to scout a few more able competitors. And now you're stuck with this pathetic ensemble, which you will have to carry on your back all the way into relevance. These nobodies know they will amount to nothing, but they want to stand at your side simply to get a little bit of that World Champion Shine that your belt is emitting. Kaz is only looking to get his face back on television so that he can sell a few more t-shirts and return to collect royalties to carry on with his otherwise insignificant life."
Noble Savage crumbles the paper in her hand and tosses it aside. It lands in the mouth of the beheaded old man. Noble Savage begins to walk up the street now and the camera follows her.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"James Wolf is someone that I can see as a fun body for The Guardians to volley back and forth in the ring. But other than that, he is tremendously meaningless. His past his shrouded in the shadiest of track records, and there has not been a single win under his belt that wasn't questionable... But hey, a win is a win, so you can't knock him too much for it. The ends justify the means in this game, and Wolf has been able to play this game well. Performing as minimally in the ring as possible, because he is able to talk a big game and get in his opponents heads prior to their encounter. But what moral values can someone's mind games diminish, for someone who holds no moral values whatsoever? You can't get in my head, Wolf, because there is no room for you. The Noble and the Savage have complete control and there is no way you can use your gift of gab to weaken us like you did your past opponents. Noble Savage sees things clearly, and accepts them for what they are, not what they appear to be. And you, James Wolf, are an insecure little boy stuck in a grown man's body, fighting to remain credible while hiding the fact that you're not the mercenary you pray to be seen as. Odin Balfore only chose you to be part of his team because he is desperate. You know just as well as anyone that The All Father was foolish in this decision. But you, my pathetic little rabble-rouser, have no idea how foolish was YOUR decision to follow him... Now you find yourself in a bad situation... In the cross-hairs of a well-aimed Savage Kick that has your government name written all over it. All because you wanted to be regarded as an overachiever. You figured you'd cruise through the match with that slobbering idiot DW without getting electrocuted. Sure thing, piece of cake. Deedub is a walk in the park for ANY ONE in the WCF, so you signed up to be part of the losing team in the Helimination match. Thinking, of course, that maybe since there are four others on your side, you can easily fall back and let them do all the work without being noticed... Well, I notice you, James... WE Notice you. You're not going to make it out of Hellimination without help. The torture that we will put you through will make you wish you were in that electric cage with DW the entire night."
As the breeze blows harder, we see leaves fly past Noble Savage. She crosses the street and is approaching an educational complex that says HADDONFIELD HIGH SCHOOL. The gusts of wind blow some papers past Noble Savage, but a News Paper happens to land on her chest. She grabs the news paper and stops walking. She takes a split second to skim through it, then shakes her head and tosses the paper aside.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Another year, another killing spree... The number of Halloween night murders this town has seen still stands at One Hun--
Suddenly the disembodied head rolls across Noble Savage's path with the wind.
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"ONE... ONE... ONE...!!"
The thumps of the head rolling now make the rhythmic *thud*thud*thud* that follow. Noble Savage takes a deep breath and looks angirly at the rolling head.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"One more interruption, and heads will roll! But the old man is right. One Hundred and One is the total number, so yes, 111. And that's what makes this night that much more special..."
Noble Savage looks over at the school just ahead and smiles.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"It's nice to see not much has changed in Haddonfield... But this year there will be a slight twist to the massacre... This year, there will be five bodies added to the count, but they will not be victims of Michael Myers, they will be victims of The Guardians."
Noble Savage gains a perplexed look on her face, then proceeds to look around confusingly.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Why do I keep saying five...? We have Odin, James, Kaz, and Gravedigger... That's only four... Why do I feel like I'm missing someone...? Oh! That's right, it's that random no-name dude from the Make-a-wish foundation that said he was Dune's biggest fan... Ha! Haha! HA!! Now I remember why I put 'lol' in my notes. Hahaha! He's a joke at this point..."
Noble Savage stands in front of Haddonfield High School. A wide grin on her face presses itself into a giggle of excitement as she looks up at the building.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"The history this town has is so vivid... History unlike any that Odin Balfore can relate to... The God of War is now the God of ineptitude, and knows very little about the joys of permeating human flesh just to watch the bones dance in their own little river of blood..."
Noble Savage takes a few steps forward and gets close to the entrance. She puts her face against the glass of the door, attempting to look inside at the dark school hallway.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"That's what this town represents. This town is home to the most heinous murders in recent history, but Odin wouldn't know that, would he? Odin has no idea where he is any more, let alone know where he is going. At Hellimination we will be dead smack in the middle of Town Square, right here in Haddonfield, Illinois. Where the number of murders stands a solid... When I faced All Father before his championship match, I stood before an all seeing God, and spat in his face! I defeated the so-called Nordic Tank and I made a promise to him... That promise was that he had not seen the last of me! I also swore to him that I would dethrone him! But... But how was I to dethrone a God who had no throne to begin with...? I had to make sure that I enabled that throne for him first, so I took it easy on him and only injured his ankle. He would go on to defeat Michael X for the championship just as I planned. And now Odin sits at the throne as WCF champion, and that means he is exactly where I need him to be!"
Noble Savage grabs the angled hook knob of the door and twists it down slowly, hoping that it is open, and... It is. The door clicks and she opens it up, then walks inside carefully with a smile.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"This has all been a carefully orchestrated game of chess... Bonnie Blue is the queen, Stephen Singh is King... Damien Kaine the black Knight, and Alex Richards the Arch Bishop. But me... See I'm no pawn... I may be a rookie this year but in this chess board I'm the Rook! I don't zig zag or move around the board, I'm moving straight forward with my targets in sight! Let's get one thing clear here, Odin isn't the God he once was, he isn't even the man that I made of him when I broke his ankle to cut him down to size... Right now he's just another pawn. A pawn that I have carefully and methodically caused to move into every possible position that I have wanted him to. And my manipulations of the All Father have been so successful that even he, himself, is believing that he has made all these choices on his own. Tisk Tisk, pathetic flesh God... While you have been concerning yourself with worldly luxuries like cars and night life, I have been wading my feet through the muddy waters of your abandoned heavens. I have been molding away at your precious clouds and reconstructing the Divinity you abandoned into my image and likeness... Face it, Odin, you left the heavens and now you're so enveloped in your flesh and bones that you can not even come back. You can't show your aging humanoid countenance among the Gods since you lost to me..."
Within the long dark hallway of this school, Noble Savage reaches a bulletin board that is protected by glass. In the bulletin board are plaques, medals, and certificates, along with photos of past years students depicting sports events and formal dances. Noble Savage chuckles before swinging her closed fist at the glass, shattering it to pieces. The alarm goes off, but Noble Savage simply grabs a photo of a young woman and takes it. She nonchalantly walks back up the hallway towards the door, holding the picture.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Oh, Judy Myers... If only you knew what a great man your little brother grew up to be... And how your baby sister 'Boo' grew up to become obsessed with killing him..."
Noble Savage exits the school with the alarm going off. She walks up the street and is passed by two police cars with their sirens on, but pays them no mind and continues to talk to the picture.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"The WCF is holding an event in your town this year, Judith. And guess who is on the promotional poster wearing the mask that your little brother made famous? Yeah, that's right, yours truly... Not Odin, not wolf, not Kaz, not that little etcetera that can't talk, and not Gravedigger... Well, Odin is kind of on the poster, but he's not the main focus, I am... I'm the one representing your little brother Michael, not he... He is more representative of you, if I may be so blunt. Odin Balfore is just another Judith Myers, and yeah, you should be proud... He is the world champion, you know... So you didn't die for nothing. The only thing is that you and I both know how his story ends... Just the same way yours did... Being buried in a ceremonial casket while the one responsible watches the pallbearers lower the casket. And, I believe this is where you are..."
Noble Savage turns toward a fenced-out wooded area and finds an opening between the fences. She pushes through the bushes and comes out into a graveyard. She looks up at the sky and takes a deep breath.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Mmmm... The clouds are starting to gather now, that's just perfect!"
Noble Savage continues to walk through the cemetery while slowing down briefly in front of every head stone she passes, reading them to herself under her breath. After a few headstones, she finally stops at the one that says "HERE LIES JUDITH MYERS" and there are a few herbs in front of it, along with a few small cloth bags with grains and dust inside them.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Here ... Okay, so let's see... You have a little bit of Cinnamon... Some wormwood... An ounce of Valerian, and... Of course... My friendly little Mandragora."
Noble Savage places the photo of Judith Myers against the gravestone, then starts smashing all of the little leaves between rocks. She sprinkles the cinnamon and the Valerian,then finishes it off by cracking the mandrake over it. The picture suddenly catches fire and grows intense. Noble Savage takes a step back and laughs, then the fire dies down into ashes over the grave.
The ground in front of the grave parts, and a hand comes out. The reanimated corpse of Judith Myers crawls out, and it stands tall looking at Noble Savage with sorrow in its eyes.
JUDITH MYERS:
"Gravedigger! Why have you dug my grave?"
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Don't insult me with that name. You don't get to sleep for fifty five years and then come out here asking questions. I summoned YOU!"
JUDITH MYERS:
"What can I do?"
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Nothing... But you can tell me something... Did Michael ever murder anyone before you?"
JUDITH MYERS:
"Michael was a good boy. I was the first person, he--
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"You're the One... in One One One..."
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"One... One... ONE!!!!"
Noble Savage laughs out loud, doubling over holding her stomach, then continues to laugh obnoxiously as she walks away from the corpse of Judith Myers. Lady Abernathy stays there as Noble Savage exits the cemetery.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Those four don't stand a chance against me alone, much less the five of us. And that non-factor that Odin plucked out of the special Olympics couldn't be more of a joke. If wrestling was the human body, that Dune fan-boy would be that thin layer of dried sweat that becomes brown between your toes. Odin Balfore and his flunkies will suffer. And just like that, this little town's magic number will change, to One... One... Six!"
The camera pans up at the forming clouds in the sky as we gradually fade to black, hearing the old man's voice saying:
Helloween PPV 10/31/2018
Match: Hellimination (Team Bonnie vs. Team Odin)
"One One One"
Wordcount: 5,000
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A blue-ish tint is layered over the visuals that we are presented with: It is a crowded arena during an old school WCF event. A little girl stands in the crowd, holding an Odin Balfore plush doll while watching the show. She suddenly looks up, and sees that there are two police officers towering over her. A man is standing behind them and he is shaking his head with intense worry in his eyes and even a tear. The little girl now looks down at her doll and holds it up in the direction of the police officers.
POLICE OFFICER 1:
"Brandi Noble. You're coming with us, young lady."
YOUNG NOBLE:
"I'm giving it back! I'm sorry I took it!"
POLICE OFFICER 2:
"You have the right to remain silent..."
YOUNG NOBLE:
"No!"
MAN BEHIND COPS:
"Honey, please, just go with them. They saw what you did at the gift shop."
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"How dare you... Interrupt the slumber of the One...!?"
Young Noble now looks down at her shirt and it is stained with blood splatters. Suddenly, he Odin Balfore plush doll is also stained with blood splatters. Brandi becomes really scared when she looks at the cops and they are suddenly rubbing blood all over their faces while laughing.
YOUNG NOBLE:
"Daddy! What's happening?!"
When Young Noble looks behind the two police officers, she sees that her father is crippled behind them, now with a severed throat shooting out fountains of blood.
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"Make the One watch the ONE... ONE... ONE...!"
YOUNG NOBLE:
"DAD!! Nooo!! It's all my fault! I'm so sorry, I wish I could take it back, I really do!"
Young Noble is shaking her head with her eyes closed as tears struggle to stay inside her eyelids. Her young face morphs into that of her present day self and her surroundings disappear. She now opens her eyes and gasps at the silence. She looks around and sees nothing but darkness, and a single mirror in the distance. She begins to slowly walk toward it.
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"Saaaavage...!"
SAVAGE:
"That was a really bad nightmare, Noble... But I'm here, OK? I saw the whole thing, but you're not alone."
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"You... Must now end... My ender... Make The One Watch!"
SAVAGE:
"Your ender? Who are you? Who was your ender?"
Noble Savage looks upward but there is infinite darkness, so she continues toward the mirror. When she finally reaches the very front of the mirror and sees herself. But her reflection in the mirror is ghastly and the eyes are white.
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"End... ODIN!"
SAVAGE:
"Oh, is that all? I was already planning on it... But who ARE you?!"
Noble Savage is now staring at her fading features, and realizes that her voice is cracking.
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"Your worst... Nightmare!"
The black floor under Noble Savage shatters and she falls through. As she is falling, multiple faces of an old man begin to fly past and through her screaming.
OLD MAN FACES:
"Youuu!! Are no longer One... One.... ONE!!"
SAVAGE:
"What?! What do you mean?!"
OLD MAN FACES:
"YMIR Commands... One Won One... Destroy the One who Won... Make The One Watch..."
SAVAGE:
"Explain this to me, please! You're speaking cryptic!"
Noble Savage's fall is broken by the comfort of a bed, and she is suddenly under the bed sheets. She sits up and is breathing heavily while looking confused. She looks around in the bedroom, and lays back down. As soon as she lays back down, she hears her own voice speak.
NOBLE:
"My God, it was just a dream."
Noble Savage suddenly jumps out of the bed in shock, causing the other Noble Savage to jump out of the bed too, and they look at one another petrified.
SAVAGE:
"Who are you?"
NOBLE:
"I'm Brandi Noble, who are you?"
SAVAGE:
"Oh, no... I'm you, but..."
NOBLE:
"Savage?! What's happening here?!"
SAVAGE:
"The old man... He said we are no longer one... Is this what he meant?"
NOBLE:
"Oh no! Have we been released from bondage?!"
SAVAGE:
"No! This can't be!"
NOBLE:
"Oh, GOD! No! There must be a way to fuse back together! Where's Abernathy?!"
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING:
"Abernathy... Is MINE!"
SAVAGE:
"You heard that, right?!"
NOBLE:
"Yes! The voice from my dream!"
SAVAGE:
"I saw your dream, but I couldn't interact, it felt weird... You were with those cops, and I wanted to help! I don't want you to ever remember that night again!"
NOBLE:
"You saw my dream? But how come I didn't see yours?"
SAVAGE:
"I heard a voice... The voices said it was Ymir..."
NOBLE:
"Ymir... The first being...?"
SAVAGE:
"The voices called him The One..."
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING:
"ONE.... ONE.... ONE!!!"
Both Noble and Savage now look up as if trying to figure out where the voice came from, but they see nothing.
NOBLE:
"That was honestly, the worst dream I've ever had. I think Ymir is trying to show us our worst nightmares."
SAVAGE:
"But it won't work... Remember... As long as I'm with you, you will never relive that."
NOBLE:
"But what was your dream? What's your worst nightmare?"
SAVAGE:
"I don't have one... But how do we get back together?"
NOBLE:
"Oh, My God! I don't know...! What do we do?!"
Noble and Savage come around the bed and embrace in a big hug. The two are visible shedding tears of fear, but Savage is pretending to be unmoved by any of it.
NOBLE:
"Please, Lady Abernathy, come help us. We need you more than ever..."
Noble Savage now opens her eyes, and realizes that she is alone, and has her arms wrapped around herself. She is standing in the middle of a bedroom, but it is abandoned and riddled with cobwebs. She looks around and feels herself, to recall that she is wearing regular clothes and not sleepwear. She slowly walks over to the dresser and looks in the mirror.
NOBLE:
"Savage... Are... Are you there?"
SAVAGE:
"Oh, thank God! That was a horrible nightmare. We're back to normal."
NOBLE:
"Thank God, indeed!"
SAVAGE:
"But we still should end Odin..."
NOBLE:
"For Ymir?"
SAVAGE:
"For Bonnie."
Noble Savage grins fiendishly at her reflection in the mirror as the scene fades to black. The following words fading into black while Noble Savage's voice speaks them out loud.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"I TOLD YOU ONCE, AND TWICE BEFORE... WHAT DID SAVAGE DO AT WAR...?"
A sinister chuckle helps the words on the screen fade into lonely street. The night is clear, with the bright and blinding shine of the moon casting the shadows of leafless trees on the pavement. Dry leaves are bullied off the road by the gust of angry winds. It's hollow whistles, however, are more of a distant hum behind the growling yet bass-filled voice of an old MAN who is not visible in these desolate streets.
OLD MAN'S VOICE:
"Won... WON... WOOOOONNNNNNN!!"
The words are followed by three loud echoing thuds of what sounds like steel banging on cement. The camera pans through these suburbs and past the humble homes, all of which are uniquely dressed in Halloween decorations to invite trick-or-treaters, all while we hear the Old Man's voice again, becoming more desperate in his bloody growl.
OLD MAN'S VOICE:
"WON... WON... WON..."
Still with no sign of whose voice that may be, the camera stops at one specific house, numbered 1520. This house is not decorated with Halloween themes, but it is old and abandoned enough to look doubly as eerie as the intentional ones. The loud knock of iron on concrete follows once again in the same rhythm as the old man's words... THOMP... THOMP... THOMP!
The devilish squeak of a rusted door hinge follows the three bangs, with the front door to this unsettling home opening slowly. The disembodied head of an old man rolls out from the door with blood bubbling from its mouth and barbed wire tightly wrapped around it, covering the eyes but the severed head still speaks.
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"One... One... ONE!!!!"
The camera moves slightly closer, but we see Noble Savage step out of the darkness behind that door.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Aside from Town Square, there is history to be made in this quiet little town... And it all starts right here... Welcome to Square--
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"ONE...!"
Noble Savage looks down at the old man's head and raises an eyebrow.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Yes, Square one, where Odin Balfore belongs after losing to me. Revenge should have been me, not him, against Michael X. And he should have gone to the back of the line! And at War, it should have been me, not him! Defending the championship against Bonnie Blue! But the All Father and I came out of war with One--
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"ONE..."
Noble Savage looks annoyed but keeps talking.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"ONE Thing in common... That night, he and both wo--
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"WONNN... WONNN... WONNN....!"
Noble Savage grunts with anger and punt kicks the the old man's head off the porch, landing it in the sidewalk by the grass lawn. She pauses for a second because she now heard loud metallic thuds coming from the floor under her... KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK! Noble Savage grins and shakes her head before continuing to speak.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Yes, the only two people who can say they won at War are me and him, none of these other little etceteras. I'm the One who--
Noble Savage glances sharply at the old man's head over by the lawn, but it does not say anything, so she lets out a huff and keeps talking.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"--The One who has been breaking records and making history since the day I set foot in this place. Everyone ignored me, overlooked me, and undermined me. All the while, I was breaking bones stealing spot lights... Only those I ran through knew who I was, and the rest of the roster pretended I didn't even exist... Well, sooner or later we ALL have to accept, that the devil exists regardless to whether or not we believe in him... And that's when War came... All of those no name tadpoles who had no idea what it was like to be in the ring with the likes of Noble Savage suddenly realized that they should have been thanking their lucky stars all along for being spared of the artful bruatlities that only a true Savage can compose! Odin's witless recruits include two of the men in the War Match, and that means that they had their chance, but couldn't quite make it as far as I did. Instead they lost... LOST... LOST! Haha! I don't want to hear any one say they doubt me, because if you were as good as I am... You would have WON... WON... WON..."
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"WON WON WONNNNNNN!!!!!"
Noble Savage comes down the short steps from the porch and takes the walk path toward the residential mail box by the sidewalk that reads "Myers," then taps the metal mail box three times with the tip of her long black nails, to the same rhythm as the, 'won/one' slurs from the old man.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"As of right now... No one has defeated more members of the active WCF Roster than yours truly... And yes, my list of victims does include my fellow team mates but that does not go without purpose. The level of respect that the Witch of Time and I have for one another goes beyond the comprehension of the feeble minds of fragile mortals. None more fragile than the random crew of insignificant wanna be's Odin has swept up from under the couch to form his team. I entered war, and everyone who entered that ring, other than myself, LOST! So, if you're on the WCF Roster, stop trying to tell yourself that I can't beat you because I obviously already did. Even the championship match of that night was between two competitors that I already defeated... One was a God-like figure with the power of a thousand stars that could lay waste to civilizations if the desire to do so was there... And the other was Odin Balfore... A man who was once a big deal. But has now become my own personal chew toy... His opponent that night is the ever so splendid Bonnie Blue... Someone I could not understand until I set foot in the Rock of Ages and saw the darkness that surrounded her aura. Now, I understand her... She does not only claim to be the Time Witch... She IS the Time Witch! I tried to keep that part of me hidden, while she absolutely embraced it, and now that I have seen the darkness of her heart, I'm no longer bound to the human norm of what is expected of me. I can embrace the serpent myself. But all of these prophecies of Good versus Evil aren't as meaningful when you see yourself against one God, and four shriveled little space-fillers... So, in accordance to the so-called 'prophecy' why don't we get to know our victims, and see what side of the Good and Evil spectrum they fall in..."
Noble Savage now opens the mail box and reaches in. She pulls out a small white envelope, which is sealed with Halloween Pumpkin sticker. Her index nail tears through the top of the envelope and she takes out the folded note paper that is inside.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Hmm... Let's see... Who do we have here...?"
She unfolds the lined paper and the camera floats to an over the shoulder look at it from her perspective. It is a hastily written list that seems to be in a carved handwriting, and it says:
Odin Balfore - The WCF World Champion! He is a False God, but balanced and honest. He would never betray his team mates, but he will manipulate them until their minds have withered. He is also a Big Doo-doo head.
ALIGNMENT = GOOD
James Wolf - The WCF's own reckless recluse, He is highly Immoral, and willing to do anything to win, much like everyone else, but for some reason he thinks that makes him different. Does not seem to play well with others, yet Odin Balfore thinks he can trust him as part of his team. He is as much a problem to himself as he is to anyone who dares befriend him. It is foolish and dangerous to have him as an ally, but ridiculously harmless to have him as a foe.
ALIGNMENT = EVIL
Gravedigger - The one true sadistic and money driven Street Gang Member of the WCF. He has made a career of using people, and breaking their will to live, but has been such a mastermind that he has earned his victims' respect in the process. Odin chose him as a desperate move, since Noble Savage has defeated every one else he knows, in hopes that Gravedigger achieves with 40 others could not. Disappointment in the making.
ALIGNMENT = EVIL
Samuel McPherson - lol
Kaz Mazy - He is a part timer with no real commitment to the company, and whose loyalty is fleeting at best. He prides himself in being a fan favorite, but in the entirety of his career,m no fan has ever purchased a ticket with him in mind. He insists upon himself, but will forever come up short.
ALIGNMENT = GOOD
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Oh good! The Good God has actually found another Good man in the form of Kaz Mazy. Too bad he failed to find more than just one benevolent ally. The other two are about as evil as you can get without crossing over and joining Lady Abernathy in the dark side. But Kaz is whimsical and lacks focus. he is the only grown man that is obsessed with his own thickness... And this... This is what the evil ones are supposed to fear? Someone who kisses up to the fans and worries himself with who they cheer for? This is absolutely ridiculous. Odin, you poor poor broken God... I feel bad for you right now. You might as well be fighting The Guardians by yourself, big man. As much time as you spend worshiping yourself and oiling your beard, you could have at least found some time to scout a few more able competitors. And now you're stuck with this pathetic ensemble, which you will have to carry on your back all the way into relevance. These nobodies know they will amount to nothing, but they want to stand at your side simply to get a little bit of that World Champion Shine that your belt is emitting. Kaz is only looking to get his face back on television so that he can sell a few more t-shirts and return to collect royalties to carry on with his otherwise insignificant life."
Noble Savage crumbles the paper in her hand and tosses it aside. It lands in the mouth of the beheaded old man. Noble Savage begins to walk up the street now and the camera follows her.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"James Wolf is someone that I can see as a fun body for The Guardians to volley back and forth in the ring. But other than that, he is tremendously meaningless. His past his shrouded in the shadiest of track records, and there has not been a single win under his belt that wasn't questionable... But hey, a win is a win, so you can't knock him too much for it. The ends justify the means in this game, and Wolf has been able to play this game well. Performing as minimally in the ring as possible, because he is able to talk a big game and get in his opponents heads prior to their encounter. But what moral values can someone's mind games diminish, for someone who holds no moral values whatsoever? You can't get in my head, Wolf, because there is no room for you. The Noble and the Savage have complete control and there is no way you can use your gift of gab to weaken us like you did your past opponents. Noble Savage sees things clearly, and accepts them for what they are, not what they appear to be. And you, James Wolf, are an insecure little boy stuck in a grown man's body, fighting to remain credible while hiding the fact that you're not the mercenary you pray to be seen as. Odin Balfore only chose you to be part of his team because he is desperate. You know just as well as anyone that The All Father was foolish in this decision. But you, my pathetic little rabble-rouser, have no idea how foolish was YOUR decision to follow him... Now you find yourself in a bad situation... In the cross-hairs of a well-aimed Savage Kick that has your government name written all over it. All because you wanted to be regarded as an overachiever. You figured you'd cruise through the match with that slobbering idiot DW without getting electrocuted. Sure thing, piece of cake. Deedub is a walk in the park for ANY ONE in the WCF, so you signed up to be part of the losing team in the Helimination match. Thinking, of course, that maybe since there are four others on your side, you can easily fall back and let them do all the work without being noticed... Well, I notice you, James... WE Notice you. You're not going to make it out of Hellimination without help. The torture that we will put you through will make you wish you were in that electric cage with DW the entire night."
As the breeze blows harder, we see leaves fly past Noble Savage. She crosses the street and is approaching an educational complex that says HADDONFIELD HIGH SCHOOL. The gusts of wind blow some papers past Noble Savage, but a News Paper happens to land on her chest. She grabs the news paper and stops walking. She takes a split second to skim through it, then shakes her head and tosses the paper aside.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Another year, another killing spree... The number of Halloween night murders this town has seen still stands at One Hun--
Suddenly the disembodied head rolls across Noble Savage's path with the wind.
OLD MAN'S HEAD:
"ONE... ONE... ONE...!!"
The thumps of the head rolling now make the rhythmic *thud*thud*thud* that follow. Noble Savage takes a deep breath and looks angirly at the rolling head.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"One more interruption, and heads will roll! But the old man is right. One Hundred and One is the total number, so yes, 111. And that's what makes this night that much more special..."
Noble Savage looks over at the school just ahead and smiles.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"It's nice to see not much has changed in Haddonfield... But this year there will be a slight twist to the massacre... This year, there will be five bodies added to the count, but they will not be victims of Michael Myers, they will be victims of The Guardians."
Noble Savage gains a perplexed look on her face, then proceeds to look around confusingly.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Why do I keep saying five...? We have Odin, James, Kaz, and Gravedigger... That's only four... Why do I feel like I'm missing someone...? Oh! That's right, it's that random no-name dude from the Make-a-wish foundation that said he was Dune's biggest fan... Ha! Haha! HA!! Now I remember why I put 'lol' in my notes. Hahaha! He's a joke at this point..."
Noble Savage stands in front of Haddonfield High School. A wide grin on her face presses itself into a giggle of excitement as she looks up at the building.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"The history this town has is so vivid... History unlike any that Odin Balfore can relate to... The God of War is now the God of ineptitude, and knows very little about the joys of permeating human flesh just to watch the bones dance in their own little river of blood..."
Noble Savage takes a few steps forward and gets close to the entrance. She puts her face against the glass of the door, attempting to look inside at the dark school hallway.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"That's what this town represents. This town is home to the most heinous murders in recent history, but Odin wouldn't know that, would he? Odin has no idea where he is any more, let alone know where he is going. At Hellimination we will be dead smack in the middle of Town Square, right here in Haddonfield, Illinois. Where the number of murders stands a solid... When I faced All Father before his championship match, I stood before an all seeing God, and spat in his face! I defeated the so-called Nordic Tank and I made a promise to him... That promise was that he had not seen the last of me! I also swore to him that I would dethrone him! But... But how was I to dethrone a God who had no throne to begin with...? I had to make sure that I enabled that throne for him first, so I took it easy on him and only injured his ankle. He would go on to defeat Michael X for the championship just as I planned. And now Odin sits at the throne as WCF champion, and that means he is exactly where I need him to be!"
Noble Savage grabs the angled hook knob of the door and twists it down slowly, hoping that it is open, and... It is. The door clicks and she opens it up, then walks inside carefully with a smile.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"This has all been a carefully orchestrated game of chess... Bonnie Blue is the queen, Stephen Singh is King... Damien Kaine the black Knight, and Alex Richards the Arch Bishop. But me... See I'm no pawn... I may be a rookie this year but in this chess board I'm the Rook! I don't zig zag or move around the board, I'm moving straight forward with my targets in sight! Let's get one thing clear here, Odin isn't the God he once was, he isn't even the man that I made of him when I broke his ankle to cut him down to size... Right now he's just another pawn. A pawn that I have carefully and methodically caused to move into every possible position that I have wanted him to. And my manipulations of the All Father have been so successful that even he, himself, is believing that he has made all these choices on his own. Tisk Tisk, pathetic flesh God... While you have been concerning yourself with worldly luxuries like cars and night life, I have been wading my feet through the muddy waters of your abandoned heavens. I have been molding away at your precious clouds and reconstructing the Divinity you abandoned into my image and likeness... Face it, Odin, you left the heavens and now you're so enveloped in your flesh and bones that you can not even come back. You can't show your aging humanoid countenance among the Gods since you lost to me..."
Within the long dark hallway of this school, Noble Savage reaches a bulletin board that is protected by glass. In the bulletin board are plaques, medals, and certificates, along with photos of past years students depicting sports events and formal dances. Noble Savage chuckles before swinging her closed fist at the glass, shattering it to pieces. The alarm goes off, but Noble Savage simply grabs a photo of a young woman and takes it. She nonchalantly walks back up the hallway towards the door, holding the picture.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Oh, Judy Myers... If only you knew what a great man your little brother grew up to be... And how your baby sister 'Boo' grew up to become obsessed with killing him..."
Noble Savage exits the school with the alarm going off. She walks up the street and is passed by two police cars with their sirens on, but pays them no mind and continues to talk to the picture.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"The WCF is holding an event in your town this year, Judith. And guess who is on the promotional poster wearing the mask that your little brother made famous? Yeah, that's right, yours truly... Not Odin, not wolf, not Kaz, not that little etcetera that can't talk, and not Gravedigger... Well, Odin is kind of on the poster, but he's not the main focus, I am... I'm the one representing your little brother Michael, not he... He is more representative of you, if I may be so blunt. Odin Balfore is just another Judith Myers, and yeah, you should be proud... He is the world champion, you know... So you didn't die for nothing. The only thing is that you and I both know how his story ends... Just the same way yours did... Being buried in a ceremonial casket while the one responsible watches the pallbearers lower the casket. And, I believe this is where you are..."
Noble Savage turns toward a fenced-out wooded area and finds an opening between the fences. She pushes through the bushes and comes out into a graveyard. She looks up at the sky and takes a deep breath.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Mmmm... The clouds are starting to gather now, that's just perfect!"
Noble Savage continues to walk through the cemetery while slowing down briefly in front of every head stone she passes, reading them to herself under her breath. After a few headstones, she finally stops at the one that says "HERE LIES JUDITH MYERS" and there are a few herbs in front of it, along with a few small cloth bags with grains and dust inside them.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Here ... Okay, so let's see... You have a little bit of Cinnamon... Some wormwood... An ounce of Valerian, and... Of course... My friendly little Mandragora."
Noble Savage places the photo of Judith Myers against the gravestone, then starts smashing all of the little leaves between rocks. She sprinkles the cinnamon and the Valerian,then finishes it off by cracking the mandrake over it. The picture suddenly catches fire and grows intense. Noble Savage takes a step back and laughs, then the fire dies down into ashes over the grave.
The ground in front of the grave parts, and a hand comes out. The reanimated corpse of Judith Myers crawls out, and it stands tall looking at Noble Savage with sorrow in its eyes.
JUDITH MYERS:
"Gravedigger! Why have you dug my grave?"
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Don't insult me with that name. You don't get to sleep for fifty five years and then come out here asking questions. I summoned YOU!"
JUDITH MYERS:
"What can I do?"
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Nothing... But you can tell me something... Did Michael ever murder anyone before you?"
JUDITH MYERS:
"Michael was a good boy. I was the first person, he--
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"You're the One... in One One One..."
STRANGE VOICE ECHOING OVER:
"One... One... ONE!!!!"
Noble Savage laughs out loud, doubling over holding her stomach, then continues to laugh obnoxiously as she walks away from the corpse of Judith Myers. Lady Abernathy stays there as Noble Savage exits the cemetery.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"Those four don't stand a chance against me alone, much less the five of us. And that non-factor that Odin plucked out of the special Olympics couldn't be more of a joke. If wrestling was the human body, that Dune fan-boy would be that thin layer of dried sweat that becomes brown between your toes. Odin Balfore and his flunkies will suffer. And just like that, this little town's magic number will change, to One... One... Six!"
The camera pans up at the forming clouds in the sky as we gradually fade to black, hearing the old man's voice saying:
"ONE... ONE... ONE!!!"
