Post by Wade Moor on Dec 24, 2018 7:54:21 GMT -5
Baby, I will be your falling star
The one that got away, the one you'll be dreaming of
Maybe we have been here once before
The darkness rearranged, you're hitting well below the waist
“This house.
This fucking house.
Everything that has been will begin and end in this decrepit shithole. It’s like my soul is drawn here magnetically, true north, but I hope and pray against all odds that I never have to step foot in it again...but God is another bitch who just keeps trying to fuck me.”
Wade Moor pulls his good over his face, temporarily masked due to the broken nose suffered at the boot of Corey Black...but he pushed that nonsense to the side. “The King of All Wrestlers” would get comeuppance, but for now he had bigger fish to fry. Someone who claimed to have information of the utmost importance had set a meeting up in this godforsaken place. Why he felt compelled to answer was beyond him...but here he was, hand planted firmly on the door now loose on its hinges. He had to force it open this time, but that wave from the past came at him all the same. The house smelled of burnt wax and soot, a smell that was embedded in his nostrils for life. There had been a fire lit judging by the embers clinging to life on the stone floor. But by whom? Who would call a meeting with him out here?
“I didn’t think you would show”, a familiar voice spoke, “I thought you would be a little more apprehensive to meeting a stranger in the woods?”
“And ruin the mystery?”, Wade replied, “Why all the cloak and dagger? We could have just met at the Starbucks, Corey.”
Crow steps out of the shadows, laden in leather battle armor, a new scar adorning the right side of his face.
“I very well couldn’t walk in and order a Frappuccino looking like this”, Crow replied, “Besides, ‘friend to the public’ is not the Wade I need, unfortunately. I need Godnilla. The Leviathan.”
“I’ll humor you...What do you need from me?” Wade asked.
“You cut me to the quick, Wade”, Crow answered, “This is a take and give, something we both may mutually benefit from.”
The air hung silent with the proposition. So quiet you could hear the gears turning inside the mind of The Leviathan, switching, changing.
“I’m listening”, Wade finally replied.
“I need you to kill John Rabid”, Crow said stoically, “Actually, WE need you to kill John Rabid.”
Wade laughs in response.
“And I would do that why?”, Wade asked, “I’m not taking the fall for whatever half baked scheme you - or whatever fucked organization you’re with - have up your sleeve. Not that I wouldn’t mind, but Rabid is one of the most well connected men in the world and I’d have to be a fool to try. No, I like my head connected to the rest of my body still, thanks.”
Wade turns to leave, even reaching for the door once more...but a somber silence left hanging in the air caused him to turn back towards Crow. His face was expressionless, even for a dead guy.
“What?” Wade asked, “You’re hiding something.”
“It’s Bonnie”, Crow replied, “He’s got her.”
“Well then go get her”, Wade answered rather snarky.
“It’s not really that simple”, Crow said, “Being he’s GOT her.”
Crow reached into a bag on the table and pulled out a pinpoint wooden stake, rolling it across towards Wade.
The one that got away, the one you'll be dreaming of
Maybe we have been here once before
The darkness rearranged, you're hitting well below the waist
“This house.
This fucking house.
Everything that has been will begin and end in this decrepit shithole. It’s like my soul is drawn here magnetically, true north, but I hope and pray against all odds that I never have to step foot in it again...but God is another bitch who just keeps trying to fuck me.”
Wade Moor pulls his good over his face, temporarily masked due to the broken nose suffered at the boot of Corey Black...but he pushed that nonsense to the side. “The King of All Wrestlers” would get comeuppance, but for now he had bigger fish to fry. Someone who claimed to have information of the utmost importance had set a meeting up in this godforsaken place. Why he felt compelled to answer was beyond him...but here he was, hand planted firmly on the door now loose on its hinges. He had to force it open this time, but that wave from the past came at him all the same. The house smelled of burnt wax and soot, a smell that was embedded in his nostrils for life. There had been a fire lit judging by the embers clinging to life on the stone floor. But by whom? Who would call a meeting with him out here?
“I didn’t think you would show”, a familiar voice spoke, “I thought you would be a little more apprehensive to meeting a stranger in the woods?”
“And ruin the mystery?”, Wade replied, “Why all the cloak and dagger? We could have just met at the Starbucks, Corey.”
Crow steps out of the shadows, laden in leather battle armor, a new scar adorning the right side of his face.
“I very well couldn’t walk in and order a Frappuccino looking like this”, Crow replied, “Besides, ‘friend to the public’ is not the Wade I need, unfortunately. I need Godnilla. The Leviathan.”
“I’ll humor you...What do you need from me?” Wade asked.
“You cut me to the quick, Wade”, Crow answered, “This is a take and give, something we both may mutually benefit from.”
The air hung silent with the proposition. So quiet you could hear the gears turning inside the mind of The Leviathan, switching, changing.
“I’m listening”, Wade finally replied.
“I need you to kill John Rabid”, Crow said stoically, “Actually, WE need you to kill John Rabid.”
Wade laughs in response.
“And I would do that why?”, Wade asked, “I’m not taking the fall for whatever half baked scheme you - or whatever fucked organization you’re with - have up your sleeve. Not that I wouldn’t mind, but Rabid is one of the most well connected men in the world and I’d have to be a fool to try. No, I like my head connected to the rest of my body still, thanks.”
Wade turns to leave, even reaching for the door once more...but a somber silence left hanging in the air caused him to turn back towards Crow. His face was expressionless, even for a dead guy.
“What?” Wade asked, “You’re hiding something.”
“It’s Bonnie”, Crow replied, “He’s got her.”
“Well then go get her”, Wade answered rather snarky.
“It’s not really that simple”, Crow said, “Being he’s GOT her.”
Crow reached into a bag on the table and pulled out a pinpoint wooden stake, rolling it across towards Wade.
