Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2013 22:37:19 GMT -4
The sounds of the recent promos of SM Raye can be heard in the darkness. A small TV screen can be seen lighting a small pocket of the shadows, in the light is a small couch with a man on it. As the camera zooms it, it can be seen as Chris Pyro. But he is not in his usual attire. He is wearing black cargo pants with a fitted t-shirt with a dark celtic bat on it. His hair is straggly and his eyes black and sunken.
Pyro:
Two weeks.
Silence comes from the Modern-Day Samurai as he positions himself to lean on his knees.
Pyro:
Two weeks and no answer. I haven't seen my wife in two weeks.
Chris lowers his head, allowing his fingers to pull on his hair. After a deep breath he pushes his hair back out of his face and looks towards the camera.
Pyro:
Six and a half weeks ago, my life changed. Six and a half weeks ago, the "One-Man Militia" made his debut here and my life hasn't been the same since. Further and further he pushes me towards my darkness. Further and further he pushes a wedge between me and my wife. Over a year of work. Over a year of effort to change, to get away from this darkness and Raye... YOU JUST HAD TO PULL ME BACK IN!
Chris stands up in a fury, the rage in his sunken eyes is at a boiling point.
Pyro:
You think burning an effigy of me is going to intimidate me? You think destroying my parents grave and threatening me is going to stop me? YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!
Pyro stops for a moment. His expression changes from rage to one of bliss. Out of no where a hysterical, maniacal laugh bursts forth from the Remnant Angel.
Pyro:
Ahehe, ahehe, ahehe... Raye, you thought this was all a game?! You thought I was playing with you?! You think the darkness I have is a joke? Raye, you don't know the half of what I have done, and would be willing to do.
Chris falls into the wall, sliding down. A twisted laugh bursts from him again as he looks up into the sky.
Pyro:
I wonder what my wife is doing. I'm sure it can't be too pleasant. I'm sure she is searching for answers. What happened to her dad... Wasn't such a pleasant thing. I should know. I was there. Now with her answers, the damage you've done to her. I'm sure she now understands it.
The Rogue looks to the camera, smiling ear to ear.
Pyro:
It's funny that you went to my parents grave. It's where all this madness in my life began was with those two... You see, I'm sure you don't know HOW they got there. You probably don't know my story too well. So for old time sake, let's have a little chat. A little story time.
Chris straightens himself up, and sits cross-legged emulating his hated rival.
Pyro:
It all started twenty three years ago, Raye. I was but a mini-Samurai running around home. Smile as big as can be. Then big Daddy Pyro came home one night after a long day at work. He saw his happy son. And in his form of happiness, kicks that little Samurai hard in the ribs and proceeds to beat the child. When he goes to school the next day, he tells the teachers that I had fallen down the stairs. No one believes him, but none of them care. You see, my school was considered one of the worst in the area. A few bucks could get any parental abuse ignored. For years I was abused. For years I was ignored. Then I grow into an adult. My so-called friends ignore me. Make fun of me. One day, it all becomes too much. I nearly kill my tag team partner. I murder his older brother. I kidnap his younger sister. I torture her. I leave her broken. Now we get to the fun part. I go home one night. To where my parents raised me. I see the pictures of me and my younger brother on their wall. Pictures that didn't exist till I was a name. Till I was a somebody.
Pyro looks off into the distance, reminiscing of his activities.
Pyro:
The blood. The glorious violence let out on those two that night. All thanks to ME! THAT'S RIGHT, RAYE! I KILLED MY OWN PARENTS! I BUTCHERED THEM!
The sudden burst of rage startles the camera man, as he falls backwards in shock. Chris grabs the camera, and pulls it away from the camera man. He then grabs the camera man, who tries to struggle free from the madness of the Remnant Angel.
Pyro:
Shush shush shush.
Chris leans back to the wall, holding the poor camera man close to him. The camera is held fairly close to his face.
Pyro:
You see, Sebastian... Madness is a lot like gravity. All it takes, is a little push. And Sebastian, my friend, you pushed. You hit my wife. You pushed again. You attacked Ethan. You pushed again, burning an effigy of me. And you pushed one last time. You destroyed my parents grave. Sebastian, you said you walked through hell. You said you have walked through the fire. Well then. So have I. But the difference between the fire, the Hell we have walked through is like night and day. You will learn that first hand. You see, Sebastian. The Hell you've put me through is nothing compared to the life I have lived. You wanted madness. You mocked the demon. Now everyone you know is going to suffer. Your pretty little wife. Those precious little kids of yours. No one is safe from me. Nothing is sacred. When you look at your little bastards graves, the only one you can blame is yourself. You brought this madness on to yourself. You brought back this darkness, now Eagle Vision will pay dearly for your sins. Sebastian, welcome to my Nightmare. AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The camera fades as the maniacal laughter is drowned out by the screams of the camera man. After a few moments the camera is turned back on, and the cameraman is strung upside down, alive but unconscious. A few moments later, Pyro strides back into the shot. He crouches down in front of the camera, making sure it's on. The appearance of his face has changed slightly. With the use of black face paint, his already dark, sunken eyes look even darker, as a twisted grin smears across the camera. He then scurries on all fours back to the strung up EVPW employee, who takes a few smacks to wake up.
Pyro:
Good. Your awake. I want you to do something for me.
Camera Man:
You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to do something for you!
Chris' head drops, upset at the accusation.
Pyro:
This is what you get for sparing a mans life. You have no choice. Otherwise, you're pretty little wife will do this for me, and she won't live to tell the tale afterwards.
Camera Man:
F-fine. Fine. I'll do it. Just leave her alone.
Pyro:
Much better. You see. I found this little video tape. Don't know what's on it. Never watched it. But it seems interesting. Has Sebastian's name on it. I found it lying around here. I want you to give it to him. Don't tell him who it's from. Because quite frankly, I don't know who made it. Just give it to him. I'm sure he'd appreciate having it back.
Pyro sticks the video tape into the guards pockets, before standing up to his feet.
Pyro:
Hehe. No wonder you gave up so quickly. You have nothing there. HAHAHA!
The Twisted Samurai cuts the rope, allowing the camera man to drop head first to the floor.
Pyro:
Hehe. Whoops. Should've counted first, made sure you were ready. Oh well.
Seen fades to black as the menacing look on Pyro's face is zoomed in on.
EOT
Pyro:
Two weeks.
Silence comes from the Modern-Day Samurai as he positions himself to lean on his knees.
Pyro:
Two weeks and no answer. I haven't seen my wife in two weeks.
Chris lowers his head, allowing his fingers to pull on his hair. After a deep breath he pushes his hair back out of his face and looks towards the camera.
Pyro:
Six and a half weeks ago, my life changed. Six and a half weeks ago, the "One-Man Militia" made his debut here and my life hasn't been the same since. Further and further he pushes me towards my darkness. Further and further he pushes a wedge between me and my wife. Over a year of work. Over a year of effort to change, to get away from this darkness and Raye... YOU JUST HAD TO PULL ME BACK IN!
Chris stands up in a fury, the rage in his sunken eyes is at a boiling point.
Pyro:
You think burning an effigy of me is going to intimidate me? You think destroying my parents grave and threatening me is going to stop me? YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!
Pyro stops for a moment. His expression changes from rage to one of bliss. Out of no where a hysterical, maniacal laugh bursts forth from the Remnant Angel.
Pyro:
Ahehe, ahehe, ahehe... Raye, you thought this was all a game?! You thought I was playing with you?! You think the darkness I have is a joke? Raye, you don't know the half of what I have done, and would be willing to do.
Chris falls into the wall, sliding down. A twisted laugh bursts from him again as he looks up into the sky.
Pyro:
I wonder what my wife is doing. I'm sure it can't be too pleasant. I'm sure she is searching for answers. What happened to her dad... Wasn't such a pleasant thing. I should know. I was there. Now with her answers, the damage you've done to her. I'm sure she now understands it.
The Rogue looks to the camera, smiling ear to ear.
Pyro:
It's funny that you went to my parents grave. It's where all this madness in my life began was with those two... You see, I'm sure you don't know HOW they got there. You probably don't know my story too well. So for old time sake, let's have a little chat. A little story time.
Chris straightens himself up, and sits cross-legged emulating his hated rival.
Pyro:
It all started twenty three years ago, Raye. I was but a mini-Samurai running around home. Smile as big as can be. Then big Daddy Pyro came home one night after a long day at work. He saw his happy son. And in his form of happiness, kicks that little Samurai hard in the ribs and proceeds to beat the child. When he goes to school the next day, he tells the teachers that I had fallen down the stairs. No one believes him, but none of them care. You see, my school was considered one of the worst in the area. A few bucks could get any parental abuse ignored. For years I was abused. For years I was ignored. Then I grow into an adult. My so-called friends ignore me. Make fun of me. One day, it all becomes too much. I nearly kill my tag team partner. I murder his older brother. I kidnap his younger sister. I torture her. I leave her broken. Now we get to the fun part. I go home one night. To where my parents raised me. I see the pictures of me and my younger brother on their wall. Pictures that didn't exist till I was a name. Till I was a somebody.
Pyro looks off into the distance, reminiscing of his activities.
Pyro:
The blood. The glorious violence let out on those two that night. All thanks to ME! THAT'S RIGHT, RAYE! I KILLED MY OWN PARENTS! I BUTCHERED THEM!
The sudden burst of rage startles the camera man, as he falls backwards in shock. Chris grabs the camera, and pulls it away from the camera man. He then grabs the camera man, who tries to struggle free from the madness of the Remnant Angel.
Pyro:
Shush shush shush.
Chris leans back to the wall, holding the poor camera man close to him. The camera is held fairly close to his face.
Pyro:
You see, Sebastian... Madness is a lot like gravity. All it takes, is a little push. And Sebastian, my friend, you pushed. You hit my wife. You pushed again. You attacked Ethan. You pushed again, burning an effigy of me. And you pushed one last time. You destroyed my parents grave. Sebastian, you said you walked through hell. You said you have walked through the fire. Well then. So have I. But the difference between the fire, the Hell we have walked through is like night and day. You will learn that first hand. You see, Sebastian. The Hell you've put me through is nothing compared to the life I have lived. You wanted madness. You mocked the demon. Now everyone you know is going to suffer. Your pretty little wife. Those precious little kids of yours. No one is safe from me. Nothing is sacred. When you look at your little bastards graves, the only one you can blame is yourself. You brought this madness on to yourself. You brought back this darkness, now Eagle Vision will pay dearly for your sins. Sebastian, welcome to my Nightmare. AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The camera fades as the maniacal laughter is drowned out by the screams of the camera man. After a few moments the camera is turned back on, and the cameraman is strung upside down, alive but unconscious. A few moments later, Pyro strides back into the shot. He crouches down in front of the camera, making sure it's on. The appearance of his face has changed slightly. With the use of black face paint, his already dark, sunken eyes look even darker, as a twisted grin smears across the camera. He then scurries on all fours back to the strung up EVPW employee, who takes a few smacks to wake up.
Pyro:
Good. Your awake. I want you to do something for me.
Camera Man:
You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to do something for you!
Chris' head drops, upset at the accusation.
Pyro:
This is what you get for sparing a mans life. You have no choice. Otherwise, you're pretty little wife will do this for me, and she won't live to tell the tale afterwards.
Camera Man:
F-fine. Fine. I'll do it. Just leave her alone.
Pyro:
Much better. You see. I found this little video tape. Don't know what's on it. Never watched it. But it seems interesting. Has Sebastian's name on it. I found it lying around here. I want you to give it to him. Don't tell him who it's from. Because quite frankly, I don't know who made it. Just give it to him. I'm sure he'd appreciate having it back.
Pyro sticks the video tape into the guards pockets, before standing up to his feet.
Pyro:
Hehe. No wonder you gave up so quickly. You have nothing there. HAHAHA!
The Twisted Samurai cuts the rope, allowing the camera man to drop head first to the floor.
Pyro:
Hehe. Whoops. Should've counted first, made sure you were ready. Oh well.
Seen fades to black as the menacing look on Pyro's face is zoomed in on.
EOT
