Post by Seth on Jun 4, 2006 11:19:15 GMT -5
May 2nd, 2006
The scene opens up to Creeping Death in his car, the black 300C. Driving along an interstate. Outside, a thunderstorm. Rain pouring down upon the car, making CD turn on the windshield wipers. Creeping Death pulls his cell phone out, and clicks a button.
Phone: Say a command.
Creeping Death: Name dial.
Phone: Say the name.
Creeping Death: Aunt Ky.
Phone: Aunt Ky ... calling.
A dial tone is heard. Rings once. Twice. Ky picks up.
Aunt Ky: What the fuck do you want, Corey?
Creeping Death: I'm not up for bullshit tonight, sorry. I just want to know what room number.
Aunt Ky: Like I'd tell you.
Creeping Death: Regardless of our past, I know I hurt her, and I'd like to make amends.
Aunt Ky: Whatever Corey. She's in four thirty one. Yenisei was just on his way over. He survived that match with less cuts than you did.
Creeping Death places his hand on his ribcage over the weed whacker cut, obviously bandaged, as it's bulging out from under his shirt.
Creeping Death: I don't care if Frost is there or not. Infact, I'll be happy. I'm sure he has-
Click. Creeping Death got hung up on.
Creeping Death: Stupid bitch.
CD steps on the gas, accellerating at a high pace. He weaves in and out of cars until he reaches his exit. CD turns sharp to the right and hits the offramp, onto a smaller highway. Still, twisting and turning, the thunderstorm gets more intense. Lightning crashes all around, lighting up the night sky. Creeping Death is really flying, until he approaches a stoplight. CD yanks on the e-brake, and slides the 300C sideways. He puts the brake back down and floors the gas, drifting it through the turn. CD once again yanks the brake, this time turning left, and slides into a hospital parking lot.
CD slows down, but then quickly whips into a parking spot beside a jacked up blue Ford pickup truck. CD opens the door, not yet Lambo style, and steps out into the rain. He walks up to the hospital door, and it opens automatically. Creeping Death steps in, and heads right for the elevator. The floor indicator clicks down from 4, and the elevator finally opens. CD steps in, and pressed the number four. The elevator doors close, and it's silent. Creeping Death looks antsy. Wiggling his fingers, bouncing. The elevator reaches the fourth floor, and CD steps out. He walks down a hallway, past all the rooms, until he reaches room four thirty one.
Creeping Death steps inside, and Kristen is on the bed, tubes coming out of her nose, neck brace on, the whole nine yards. She looks over at CD.
Kristen: You stupid fuck. After everything I gave yo-
Creeping Death: Everything you gave me? You have me a bunch of bullshit, a wasted three years of my life, and probably the clap.
Kristen: Do you feel big? You put me in the hosiptal through some contractual obligation. I signed a contract that said I was to do whatever WCF management asked, and they let YOU create a match?
Creeping Death: Do I feel big? No. I had your life in my hands. I could have easily ended it, but I chose to keep you barely alive.
Kristen: So you could apologize and tell me you love me?
[color=ghostwhiteCreeping Death: No. So you can watch me fucking succeed without your shit.[/color]
Just then, Frost comes into the room, unmasked. He's all bandaged up, obviously a patient at the same hospital.
Creeping Death: You know Frost, when it comes to WCF television, we are above the law. We can go at it anywhere, anytime, and nobody can break us up. WCF pays for the damages to property and bodies. You want another go-round?
Without hesitation, Frost attacks Creeping Death with punches. Kristen is screaming in the background. CD reels back into the hallway, with nurses and doctors fleeing. Frost hits CD with some big haymakers, causing CD to stumble down the hallway and to a door. Frost spears CD through the door and into the stairwell. The two men tumble down four flights of stairs, to the bottom floor. They both stand and CD kicks Frost in the leg. CD goes for a big kick to the head, but Frost ducks, and slams CD through another door, exiting the stairwell and going into another hallway. Frost takes CD by his hair and drags him to the cafeteria, where Frost slams CD's head on a table. People scatter in all directions. Frost grabs a plate and breaks it on CD's head. Frost lays CD on the table, and rips open his shirt, exposing the rib bandages. Frost rips those off, and grabs a salt shaker, and then takes the lid off. Frost pours some salt in his hand, and then throws it on CD's open weed whacker wound! CD freaks out and wretches in pain. CD takes a glass of water and dumps it on his cut, trying to wash the salt out.
Frost takes CD into the kitchen, and slams his head off a refridgerator. CD eyes something in the back, though. He reaches over and turns on a fawcett, filling a huge sink. Sitting right next to the sink is a big toaster, which CD also turns on. Frost grabs a pan, and swings for CD's face, but CD ducks and dumps Frost in the sink which is full of water. CD holds Frost in with one hand, and with the other, grabs the toaster.
Creeping Death: The bell tolls ...
CD drops the toaster in the sink. The screen goes dark. CD's voice is heard.
Creeping Death: ... for you.
The screen opens back up to a bunch of people standing over a casket. It gets lowered into the ground, and people cry. Scene fades out.
Scene fades back into a court room. Creeping Death is sitting at a table.
Judge: This court rules that the defendant was acting out of self defense. This case is hereby thrown out.
The scene fades out. Fading back in to just CD's painted face.
Creeping Death: That chapter in my life ... is, thankfully, closed.
Scene fades out for good.
