Welcome... Home... (Black Sacrament)

['The Franchise' SM Raye]

Raye and his wife return home after their first night out in ages. The two have been in desperate need of a break from all the drama and everything else that goes with their work. Sebastian unlocks the door and takes the first step in before looking around, nothing seems out of place, but the strange sound of white noise is heard. He heads into the front room and what he finds when he gets there is nothing less than an extremely macabre scene. The man who is known for controversial actions looks at what he is seeing in complete and utter disbelief, uncontrollable tears fall from his baby blue eyes as he sees the decaying body of his mother sitting on his couch in front of the television set. The is a smeared smile painted on her face, but his attention is drawn away from her as if on cue the static on the HD TV cuts to a video.

TBC: They Know who

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As the TV flicks on, a camera is seen being handled abusively. A man wearing black boots, black cargo pants, a black under-armour shirt with a black flack jacket and gloves can be seen trying to force whoever is holding the camera to centre it. It focuses on the face of the Dark Knight himself, the lower half of his face covered in a black ninja mask with a smeared smile on it. He taps the lense a few times as he holds it centred.

Pyro:
Kazue! Is this thing on?!

Kazue:
Yes, hun. It's on.

The Twisted Angel nods as he straightens out his flack jacket.

Pyro:
Dear Mr. Raye's family. It is I, Chris Pyro. YOU'RE own personal Nightmare. Now, seeing as you felt it right to pay my dear, despicable parents a visit at their grave. I thought I'd do the same for you. Now, I know you're father was a fiend, so you'd have no special attachment to him. But... You're mother on the other hand... What was her name? Oh yes. Rebecca. Poor Sebastian had to watch your mother be murdered right in front of your eyes. I know what that's like. I mean, just ask my parents!

Laughter can be heard from the twisted duo as the camera jerks around a little. Chris grabs it, and directs it towards a chair, the remains of Rebecca Lynne Raye-Sullivan can be seen sitting there, not yet desecrated with a smile.

Pyro:
You see, Sebastian. You may think of yourself as an untouchable god. But you see, I did what no one in your history has ever done. I showed you, your own mortality. I showed you, that you were not someone special. I ruined you. I pushed you farther than anybody ever has. You brought me back to who I really am. You showed me my true face. Funny world we live in, isn't it? People like you, who are given the world on the platter. You've got a beautiful wife. Two... Well, I'd say innocent but we all know what my wife did to those two bit pieces of trash kids you have. But yet you still whine and complain that you didn't get what you wanted. While people like me, who had to scratch and claw, who aren't given what they want beat people like you. Sebastian... I heard what you had to say. You're angry I was involved in the title tournament, while you were left out of the show entirely. But fact is, Sebastian Michael Raye, as I said when you first arrived here, you haven't EARNED your spot in this company. Like I was told when I first came here, and confronted the Head Bitchess herself, Amanda Hallsworth. Past accomplishments don't matter here. You signed that contract, you start at the bottom. Just ask dear old Momma Raye about that. She'd know all about what it's like to be on the bottom.

The Dark Knight turns his attention from the camera to the remains. He stands up right and offers his hand as if they're to dance.

Pyro:
May I have this dance, Mrs. Raye-Sullivan?

The camera jiggles around as a button click can be heard followed by classical dance music. Once the camera is stable again, a look of frustration can be seen on his face.

Pyro:
Excuse me, not sure if you heard me at first. Mrs. Raye-Sullivan, may I have this dance.

Pyro leaves his hand extended for a few more moments, getting increasingly more frustrated at being ignored. The Dragon decides he has had enough and kicks the remains to the floor.

Pyro:
No wonder your husband killed you, you're worthless! No class, no decency. I'd have killed you to if I were him.

The Black Hearted Warrior walks around the chair, and takes one of the hands of the body, and lifts them up. He holds them as if they were doing a dance. They rock back and forth in an old time dance, as the camera sways to the beat of the music.

Pyro:
Now, was that so hard? All I wanted was a nice dance.

The camera then rocks hard before being lowered to a different position. Kazue, wearing red and black thigh high boots and pants, a matching very low cut vest, her hair in pigtails that are died a dark blue and bright ride steps up to her husband. She looks at the remains of Rebecca.

Kazue:
May I cut in?

Pyro takes hold of Rebecca's head, and forces it to nod. He does one more spin, releasing the body to spin on it's own and land on the ground. Chris then takes Kazue in his arms as they dance a few more moments. The music suddenly stops as the Dragon of Toronto sends his wife back to the camera.

Pyro:
I am sure you have learned by now, that I am not your average foe. I am more than that. I am you're nightmare. Now I'm sure, you're sitting at home now, seeing the happiness I put on to you're useless sack of a mother's face and thinking "gee... I hope that is all he has done." AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Not quite. You see, there is just one more happy little detail I put to make this wonderful night even MORE fun! Go ahead, turn on the lights. I hope you like my surprise.

A look of confusion comes across the face of the Courier of Controversy walks over to the closest light switch and turns it on. As the lights flick on, a look of shock crosses the visage of the Raye family. All over the house, 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" is spray painted everywhere. The paintings they have, ruined and smeared with vibrant paint colours. Statues and busts painted with smiles or knocked over broken.

Pyro:
One more, tiny little surprise. I'm sure you'll just LOVE this one.

Pyro points to a portrait hanging up on the wall near the television. SM Raye looks over, tears welling up in his eyes. A portrait of his mother, the only image he had of his mother, is completely destroyed. A smile, similar to the one painted onto his mother's remains, is made bigger on the portrait. Other parts of the portrait have been sliced with a knife, including one across the painted throat with red paint to look like it's bleeding. On the bottom of the painting reads "PYRO WAS HERE!"

Pyro:
I think I kind of like what I did to the place. It seems more complete now. I'll see you in the future, Sebastian my friend. Until then, keep smiling!

A burst of maniacal laughter can be heard from the video, as both Kazue and Pyro are seen in the final frame of the video, as a heart surrounds them with the message "From your loving friends, Chris and Kazue." fade to black.

TBC: Raye

['The Franchise' SM Raye]

As the scene on screen fades to black Sebastian takes a long look around his home. The One Man Militia's hands ball up and then release over and over again and the sound of his teeth grinding echoes through-out the silence of the empty room. The destruction that his foe has performed engraves itself deeper and deeper into Raye's psyche. Finally the anger and pain hits a boiling point like never before; The Courier of Controversy lets out a haggard scream and puts his foot through the television screen.  

"SON OF A BITCH!"

The fatigued Franchise turns to his mother's corpse and kneels in front of it, holding it's rotting hand to his face as the tears stream down like a November rain. Isabella comes over and places a hand on his shoulder unsure of what to do or say. Her fingers glide through his hair as she bows her head and whispers a prayer. Raye does not move from his position, tears moisturizing the long dried out flesh of his mother.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

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