Post by Night Crawler on Jun 28, 2012 16:38:09 GMT -6
“Are you sure about this?” Williams inquires as he wipes the sweat from his ratty mustache onto his cheap cobalt colored suit. “I didn’t know about this…”
“Shut up, Williams,” Night Crawler growled. The two men marched down the sterile, white halls of the asylum. Patients and employees alike scattered from the big man’s path like cockroaches flee from light. “I’m tired of telling you, I will handle this.”
“I know, I know,” Williams grumbled. “But if he’s locked away in a place like this, he’s probably too unstable for, you know, this business.”
“So? If anyone here knew the first thing about me, they’d have me locked up with him. Besides, who do you think left my brother in the state he’s in?”
“I had pretty much assumed it was you anyways.”
“Of course. Sean had a lot of potential, but that’s all he had. He was too soft. In order to prepare him for a violent business such as ours, I had to break him, a little.”
“And just how much is ‘a little’?”
“Enough to take a pacifist and make him a sadist. Not as much as you would think, really.”
“Shouldn’t we be concerned about your match this week? You have to face R.M. Strong. He could prove difficult.”
“Strong is a coward. He ducked out of The Trinity because he’s too afraid of what we do. Knocking him around is just what I need to cap off my night, but it’s just an afterthought. A special dessert for me. I know he isn’t going to be an interesting challenge because he’ll never take me seriously, no matter how many people I crucify, burn, and bury. He assumes that I’m all show and because of that I’ll catch him off balance. As long as he doesn’t take me seriously, I don’t have to take him seriously. The match is already over.”
“Says the man who was first to be beaten in last week’s main even and got bumped to the opening bout of the card, even below the rookies making their debut.”
Night Crawler halts. He takes Williams by the throat and pins him to the wall. A panicked gasp escapes the lungs of on-lookers while the big man mutters threats. “It took all three of those men to gang up on me and pin me down. I will get them all for that, and if you bring it up again, I will tear you apart.” He drops Williams and resumes his march down the hall. “And believe me, Trevor will regret booking me first. He’s still getting chewed out for the spectacle I put on with Reverend James a couple weeks ago. Now he’s forcing me to out-do myself. He will regret that.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Williams mumbles as he rubs his throat and slinks after Night Crawler. “I wonder if that circus we passed by a few hundred miles back is still looking for somebody to shoot out of a canon.”
“Ah, here we are,” Night Crawler proclaims as he reaches isolation. “I hear my brother’s been a little naughty. We’ll have to talk to him about that.”
“Yesh, what’s with all these sickos? Ain’t anybody out there normal anymore?”
“Ha!” Night Crawler laughs. “Truth is we’re all freaks on the inside, Williams. Even in you, there is a little monster clawing at the walls, itching to get out. My brother and I just happened to be more in-tune with our demons.”
“Well, I don’t know about any devil living inside of me,” Williams adds, “but I do have this voice in my head that keeps listing pizza toppings. Pretty sure that means I’m hungry.”
“Shut up Williams!” Night Crawler barks as he stops to hear the voices coming from the hall.
“Where’s my marbles?! I lost my marbles!”
“I keep telling you I’m a manager, not an elf!”
“One-two, he’s coming for you…”
“Ahah! I can hear him!” Night Crawler exclaimed.
“What? Among all that? I was too busy trying not to barf from the smell of that Flatulent Beast!”
“Just follow me Williams, and don’t stick your finger in anything.” Night Crawler trudges down the hall until he hears the voice again.
“Three-four, better lock your door…” he catches it again, and starts to pick up speed.
“Five-six, grab your crucifix…” he hangs a quick left passed some violent inmates as they crash against their cells.
“Seven-eight, he’s through the gate…” he pauses at another intersection, and proceeds straight ahead.
“Nine-ten, he’s back again…” Finally, Night Crawler arrives at the cell the voice emanates from.
“Seriously?” Williams interrupts. “How did you break him? By forcing him to watch the Nightmare on Elm Street in a continuous loop?”
“If you’d seen Freddy’s Revenge, you would not jest about such a thing.” Night Crawler quips with a sideways glance.
“Hey, I’m not calling you a joke or anything, but isn’t that kind of, unoriginal? You know, stealing lines from eighties slashers?”
“Evil is unoriginal, Williams.” Night Crawler explains. “That doesn’t make it any less real. Now, if you don’t mind, I haven’t seen my brother in a long time. I’d rather you didn’t step on this moment.”
“That’s fine, man,” Williams states as he backs away. “I’ll just wait in the truck, alright?” He eagerly vanishes around the corner and back into the hall of madmen. Night Crawler turns to the orderly, who’d been waiting there for him.
“I’m ready now, open the door.”
The orderly obediently unlocks the cell door and swings it open. As soon as he does, he darts behind a pair of security guards down the hall. Night Crawler steps in to come face to face with his little brother for the first time in nearly six years.
“Hello, brother!” Night Crawler announces as he steps into the cell, his arms wide open as if expecting a hug.
“…no…Oh no. Not you! Not again! NNNOOO!!!” Sean Clarks howls as he struggles with his straight jacket. His eyes bulge and his face shakes with fear. He kicks at the ground and slides back against the wall, desperate for an escape that isn’t there.
“Now, now, that’s no way to great your dear older brother after all this time. Surly you haven’t forgotten, have you?” He reaches into his black trench coat and pulls out a white, plastic hokey mask. “You knew this day was coming.”
“No! I won’t do it! I won’t let you!” Sean charges at his older brother with a shoulder tackle but the larger Night Crawler greets him with a boot to the face. Unable to protect himself, Sean takes the full force of the foot. He staggers back as blood runs down his newly broken nose. Night Crawler pins his brother against the wall and starts to pound away at his face with a steady barrage of fists. After awhile, a bloody and exasperated Sean Clarks slides to the ground.
“Come on, bro. You should be able to do much better than this. Don’t you remember what put you here? What tore your mind apart? Don’t you remember what I did…to her?”
Sean stares into his brother’s eyes as memories rush through his brain. He couldn’t remember, not all of it. But he could still see her face. He could feel her warm embrace. He could taste the fear in her tears, and he could hear the laughter of his brother as he saw her body go limp and her neck break. It was the laughter that had wrought his mind for the past six years. He could remember, some things.
Sean’s expressions chances from a shivering terror to a quaking rage. He rips the sleeves of his straight jacket free and spears his big brother. The two massive men rock each cell as they alternate from one pinning position to another and each take pot shots at the other’s face. The inmates howl in fear and excitement as the brawl spreads through the isolation wing. Security chase after the sounds of chaos, only to get caught up in the swathe of destruction carved by the two giants. Once they reach the reception area, it becomes a war. As more security guards attempt to separate the brother, more get dragged into the fight. It isn’t long before the brothers actually fight back-to-back against the swarms of underpaid security guards as they struggle in vain to end the chaos. Amongst the cries of anguish, two deep voices boom with laughter as Sean Clarks and Thomas Hughes laugh hysterically at the damage they have wrought.
An eerie quiet falls as each brother finishes the last conscious person in reception. Finally, amidst a sea of broken computers, shattered monitors, and crushed human bodies, their eyes meet again. With grins fastened on their faces, the brothers exchange fists and the brawl resumes. They explode through the entrance and into the parking lot. Sean rolls with the momentum and drives Night Crawler head first through the windshield of a car. Night Crawler quickly recovers and drives his younger brother against a red sports car and chokeslams Clarks onto the roof, crushing the car and blowing out all the windows.
The brawl claims nearly half the vehicles in the parking lot before it leads to the roof of an H3 Hummer. From there, Night Crawler scoops up his brother and piledrives him onto the pavement from the roof with the Omega Driver. Finally, Sean falls limp. He drags his brother to the tractor trailer that he and Williams had been travelling in and loads his unconscious brother into the back. He locks the trailer shut and makes his way around to the front. The bloody and worn Night Crawler is barely able to climb into the passenger’s seat.
“See Williams! I told you I could handle it!” Night Crawler takes a moment to catch his breath before he realizes the usually chatty Williams is not there. The big man swears to himself, and then passes out.
“Why the hell do they have to make these Isolation wings so damn big!” Williams curses as he wanders from one cell block to another, completely lost. “No wonder everyone here is crazy, I’d lose my mind if I had to stay in a place like this too!” After swearing for another twenty minutes of mindless wandering, Williams discovers his first ray of hope, a pile of unconscious security guards and a mess of blood that leads down the right hall.
“Well, I guess I’ll just follow Tommy-boy.”
“Shut up, Williams,” Night Crawler growled. The two men marched down the sterile, white halls of the asylum. Patients and employees alike scattered from the big man’s path like cockroaches flee from light. “I’m tired of telling you, I will handle this.”
“I know, I know,” Williams grumbled. “But if he’s locked away in a place like this, he’s probably too unstable for, you know, this business.”
“So? If anyone here knew the first thing about me, they’d have me locked up with him. Besides, who do you think left my brother in the state he’s in?”
“I had pretty much assumed it was you anyways.”
“Of course. Sean had a lot of potential, but that’s all he had. He was too soft. In order to prepare him for a violent business such as ours, I had to break him, a little.”
“And just how much is ‘a little’?”
“Enough to take a pacifist and make him a sadist. Not as much as you would think, really.”
“Shouldn’t we be concerned about your match this week? You have to face R.M. Strong. He could prove difficult.”
“Strong is a coward. He ducked out of The Trinity because he’s too afraid of what we do. Knocking him around is just what I need to cap off my night, but it’s just an afterthought. A special dessert for me. I know he isn’t going to be an interesting challenge because he’ll never take me seriously, no matter how many people I crucify, burn, and bury. He assumes that I’m all show and because of that I’ll catch him off balance. As long as he doesn’t take me seriously, I don’t have to take him seriously. The match is already over.”
“Says the man who was first to be beaten in last week’s main even and got bumped to the opening bout of the card, even below the rookies making their debut.”
Night Crawler halts. He takes Williams by the throat and pins him to the wall. A panicked gasp escapes the lungs of on-lookers while the big man mutters threats. “It took all three of those men to gang up on me and pin me down. I will get them all for that, and if you bring it up again, I will tear you apart.” He drops Williams and resumes his march down the hall. “And believe me, Trevor will regret booking me first. He’s still getting chewed out for the spectacle I put on with Reverend James a couple weeks ago. Now he’s forcing me to out-do myself. He will regret that.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Williams mumbles as he rubs his throat and slinks after Night Crawler. “I wonder if that circus we passed by a few hundred miles back is still looking for somebody to shoot out of a canon.”
“Ah, here we are,” Night Crawler proclaims as he reaches isolation. “I hear my brother’s been a little naughty. We’ll have to talk to him about that.”
“Yesh, what’s with all these sickos? Ain’t anybody out there normal anymore?”
“Ha!” Night Crawler laughs. “Truth is we’re all freaks on the inside, Williams. Even in you, there is a little monster clawing at the walls, itching to get out. My brother and I just happened to be more in-tune with our demons.”
“Well, I don’t know about any devil living inside of me,” Williams adds, “but I do have this voice in my head that keeps listing pizza toppings. Pretty sure that means I’m hungry.”
“Shut up Williams!” Night Crawler barks as he stops to hear the voices coming from the hall.
“Where’s my marbles?! I lost my marbles!”
“I keep telling you I’m a manager, not an elf!”
“I will be the World Champion of the Magical Rainbow Unicorns!”
“Scissors, sixty-nine!”
“Scissors, sixty-nine!”
“Scoot Time iz dah baest!” accompanied by a rancorous gas expulsion.
“One-two, he’s coming for you…”
“Ahah! I can hear him!” Night Crawler exclaimed.
“What? Among all that? I was too busy trying not to barf from the smell of that Flatulent Beast!”
“Just follow me Williams, and don’t stick your finger in anything.” Night Crawler trudges down the hall until he hears the voice again.
“Three-four, better lock your door…” he catches it again, and starts to pick up speed.
“Five-six, grab your crucifix…” he hangs a quick left passed some violent inmates as they crash against their cells.
“Seven-eight, he’s through the gate…” he pauses at another intersection, and proceeds straight ahead.
“Nine-ten, he’s back again…” Finally, Night Crawler arrives at the cell the voice emanates from.
“Seriously?” Williams interrupts. “How did you break him? By forcing him to watch the Nightmare on Elm Street in a continuous loop?”
“If you’d seen Freddy’s Revenge, you would not jest about such a thing.” Night Crawler quips with a sideways glance.
“Hey, I’m not calling you a joke or anything, but isn’t that kind of, unoriginal? You know, stealing lines from eighties slashers?”
“Evil is unoriginal, Williams.” Night Crawler explains. “That doesn’t make it any less real. Now, if you don’t mind, I haven’t seen my brother in a long time. I’d rather you didn’t step on this moment.”
“That’s fine, man,” Williams states as he backs away. “I’ll just wait in the truck, alright?” He eagerly vanishes around the corner and back into the hall of madmen. Night Crawler turns to the orderly, who’d been waiting there for him.
“I’m ready now, open the door.”
The orderly obediently unlocks the cell door and swings it open. As soon as he does, he darts behind a pair of security guards down the hall. Night Crawler steps in to come face to face with his little brother for the first time in nearly six years.
“Hello, brother!” Night Crawler announces as he steps into the cell, his arms wide open as if expecting a hug.
“…no…Oh no. Not you! Not again! NNNOOO!!!” Sean Clarks howls as he struggles with his straight jacket. His eyes bulge and his face shakes with fear. He kicks at the ground and slides back against the wall, desperate for an escape that isn’t there.
“Now, now, that’s no way to great your dear older brother after all this time. Surly you haven’t forgotten, have you?” He reaches into his black trench coat and pulls out a white, plastic hokey mask. “You knew this day was coming.”
“No! I won’t do it! I won’t let you!” Sean charges at his older brother with a shoulder tackle but the larger Night Crawler greets him with a boot to the face. Unable to protect himself, Sean takes the full force of the foot. He staggers back as blood runs down his newly broken nose. Night Crawler pins his brother against the wall and starts to pound away at his face with a steady barrage of fists. After awhile, a bloody and exasperated Sean Clarks slides to the ground.
“Come on, bro. You should be able to do much better than this. Don’t you remember what put you here? What tore your mind apart? Don’t you remember what I did…to her?”
Sean stares into his brother’s eyes as memories rush through his brain. He couldn’t remember, not all of it. But he could still see her face. He could feel her warm embrace. He could taste the fear in her tears, and he could hear the laughter of his brother as he saw her body go limp and her neck break. It was the laughter that had wrought his mind for the past six years. He could remember, some things.
Sean’s expressions chances from a shivering terror to a quaking rage. He rips the sleeves of his straight jacket free and spears his big brother. The two massive men rock each cell as they alternate from one pinning position to another and each take pot shots at the other’s face. The inmates howl in fear and excitement as the brawl spreads through the isolation wing. Security chase after the sounds of chaos, only to get caught up in the swathe of destruction carved by the two giants. Once they reach the reception area, it becomes a war. As more security guards attempt to separate the brother, more get dragged into the fight. It isn’t long before the brothers actually fight back-to-back against the swarms of underpaid security guards as they struggle in vain to end the chaos. Amongst the cries of anguish, two deep voices boom with laughter as Sean Clarks and Thomas Hughes laugh hysterically at the damage they have wrought.
An eerie quiet falls as each brother finishes the last conscious person in reception. Finally, amidst a sea of broken computers, shattered monitors, and crushed human bodies, their eyes meet again. With grins fastened on their faces, the brothers exchange fists and the brawl resumes. They explode through the entrance and into the parking lot. Sean rolls with the momentum and drives Night Crawler head first through the windshield of a car. Night Crawler quickly recovers and drives his younger brother against a red sports car and chokeslams Clarks onto the roof, crushing the car and blowing out all the windows.
The brawl claims nearly half the vehicles in the parking lot before it leads to the roof of an H3 Hummer. From there, Night Crawler scoops up his brother and piledrives him onto the pavement from the roof with the Omega Driver. Finally, Sean falls limp. He drags his brother to the tractor trailer that he and Williams had been travelling in and loads his unconscious brother into the back. He locks the trailer shut and makes his way around to the front. The bloody and worn Night Crawler is barely able to climb into the passenger’s seat.
“See Williams! I told you I could handle it!” Night Crawler takes a moment to catch his breath before he realizes the usually chatty Williams is not there. The big man swears to himself, and then passes out.
“Why the hell do they have to make these Isolation wings so damn big!” Williams curses as he wanders from one cell block to another, completely lost. “No wonder everyone here is crazy, I’d lose my mind if I had to stay in a place like this too!” After swearing for another twenty minutes of mindless wandering, Williams discovers his first ray of hope, a pile of unconscious security guards and a mess of blood that leads down the right hall.
“Well, I guess I’ll just follow Tommy-boy.”