Salt on the Wounds: Bonus Scene.

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

-The Shotgun Kid was finally helped into a stable condition after Vladimir had left his side. His body was still damaged and wheezing whilst he was still bedridden inside that pent house style ICU ward. The machines beeped, whirled and sputtered as a fresh oxygen mask laid across his mouth, pumping pure air into his lungs. A new sound had awoken him though, as the sounds of water dripping over metal sheeting below his now open window kicked his survival instincts into high gear. That window wasn't open after the nurses and doctors had left his room. His one good eye peered around the nearly pitch black room, scanning in his limited view for anything out of place. The blue haze from a neighboring lightning bolt outside the window shed light on the dark shadow standing right in front of his bed, the thunder giving way to a low pitched cackle.-

"...you're dead..."

"Not dead, but dreaming..."

-The Satisfyin' One reached back, counting his pillows before a long bucknife was produced, pointing at the heart of the shadow that wouldn't stop haunting him at every turn and twist in his life.-

"No one could have survived what I did to you... You're just a hallucination from all the drugs."

"Drugs that I'm paying for, you ungrateful fuck."

-The shadow swirled around, its unearthly eyes gazing at everything inside the room, getting a feel for it as the supernatural being spoke.-

What happened, Jerry? We were pals, buds to the end...you had beautiful dreams, golden aspirations. Now you've thrown away your one chance to rise above the mortal coil, all because I wouldn't let you save some harlot? Pfft, she said one nice thing to you, then had nothing to do with you afterwards...Sounds like Kasabian Stalker all over again..."

"You only need to listen without hearing, see without gazing to judge a person's true alignment in the grand scheme...isn't that what you taught me?"

"See? You did learn something. But let me ask you this question, my traitorous pupil. Was your fall from my graces worth it? You're in debt to your parent's again...and who knows when you can even start working to pay it off...or if you'll even be welcomed back to EVPW..."

"Like you'll ever give up a chance to continue my torture, and I know you'll never kill me...what's the point of killing someone off if you can't force them to live the hell you create?"

"So, the rebellion will continue I take it?"

"Last time we sat there in that crumbling, disgusting church of your's...after Bella died, and you were giving me the orders to take out Wolverina once and for all, I finally saw without seeing, heard without hearing...your true intentions. You're not out to save anyone through what you call hard love, nor were you willing to really help out those you call your friends. You're only in it for yourself...and that lab you've got hidden underneath that church...where you create those things...you're mad..."

"No shit, Sherlock? It took you over two years to figure that fact out by now?! And I'm out to save more than just myself...I'd be a wreck without Amanda, and my new family..."

-Jerry's eyes twitched at the word family. His gaze never leaving the shadow as it lumbered at the foot of his bed, pulsating under the immense concentration of malice the spirit had gathered already.-

"I doubt that very much. No one is dumb enough to join a dead man's campaign."

"I told you already, you fucking pleb, I'm not dead. I'm just on vacation. All this chaos in Egypt has proven to be a most pleasant form of opportunity to get inside the Sphinx and check out the library hidden inside...."

"You've been listening to too much Coast to Coast AM again...and what's this you said about another family?"

-The shadow started to giggle, the swirling mixture of hatred flowing around the room with the echo pitched perfectly against the beeps and bleeps of the heart monitor.-

"Well...With you gone, I had to assemble something...better. Quality with the preferred amount of quantity to flood out any possibility of a real rebellion forming, and not this childish fit you've been throwing. I needed a force...and it's already gathered for the greatest game of chess ever. Don't worry about who it is, it doesn't matter...you're not going to be able to stop it before the gang comes together..."

"What do you have to gain from any of this? How many more people do you need to hurt until you're FINISHED!?

"One more person...I just need one person to be hurt, and very badly, and nothing will derail this plan. The pawns are in place, and castles set...and the best part is we don't have to pretend, or act surprised when the curtain falls...he already knows the game is afoot."

"There's no reason for any of this..."

"Yes, there is. And there's a very simple reason as to why this must happen. I'm not someone you fuck over lightly...."

-The shadow cackled while its misty being swirled at higher rates of vibration, a force of disastrous memories adding to its volume and demented strength.-

"I've been fucked, Jerry. Fucked with no lube, just a big dick right up my ass! I was going to let this hell hole rot,  But no...my love of the sport did me in! People came begging for me for help...and Amanda, bless her, said it was the right thing to do...the neighborly thing and what not. So I opened my wallet, with one simple request, I wanted only a fraction of the power...but the powers that be are already fighting me, saying they never agreed to those terms. Just like my first time here in this...shit hole...they're fucking me over lightly, with smiles and lawyers. Those two faced fucks...tried to kill my dreams. Tried to hold me down...Fucking me lightly like they looooved me! Each thrust followed by reassuring words, false statements in a calm tone telling me everything is going to be alright, nothing's wrong, and don't take that lawyer's cease and desist letter seriously, you'll get your way, it's just a necessity. But why do you need to reinsure someone so much when the tip of your cock is already tasting what I had for breakfast!?"

"Uuuummm?"

"BECAUSE THEY'RE FUCKING ME AGAIN, JERRY! I shouldn't of even trusted them! But now, it's just gotten damn ridiculous! Amanda is calling out for me at all hours, crying because more papers showed up...saying how sorry she is for ever putting the idea inside my head...saying how she failed me, how I should have never brought her back... No amount of kinky sex is making her feel better...and as a husband, and provider, I can't have that. I have to protect my kitten's feelings, and my pride and my asshole! My baby deserves better, and so do I. So the lines are drawn, and those over confident fools already have their insurance policies at the gates to protect the kingdom that should be mine, legally for once, and they're not going to let go until I take it from them with force! You keep believing you can see good and evil like it was black and white, but you're just as stupid as the American people. No war is ever that simple anymore, and it never will be! Now-a-days the hero is the one who's left standing when the dust settles...and I will not fail this time. The stars are in position! My time has finally come to shine brighter and lick my lips as I tear into the souls of all those who oppose me..."

-The rain dripped along outside, a crash of blinding illumination filling the room to give light to the true form of the demon as his black figure spooled in its foggy composition.-

"I'll stop you..."

"You can't, Jerry, and you know it. That little message I sent with Syn, that was just a warning to the world...I'm still alive, and I'm not going to be fucked anymore. I can get to whoever I want, when I want. I can get their wives, their mothers, their children or their great grandparent's remains if I so desired and use them against whoever I damn well please. And this time, I will break the rules...I will take a life to get my point across their thick skulls...prophesize and fight all you want, I've already put them in check mate this time....my will be done!"

-A nurse came busting through the door, flipping the light switch as she looked on with bated breath over the Shotgun Kid. Nothing and no one was inside the room besides them, and a dark ooze flowing out the window that no one caught.-

"Mr. Gottfried! I thought I heard someone else inside the room and I came running...are you ok?"

-Jerry laid back comfortably in his bed, rubbing the sweat from his forehead with one hand, and hiding the knife with the other. His eyes centering back towards the fine, young nurse that came to check up on him.-

"Bitch, my name is Jerry Nate...and I'm not going to be ok until you shut that window and plop that FAT ass overtop deez nuts..."

"...............well, ok. But you don't have to be so rude about it."



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