Horror V: Frayed Ends of Sanity
Jan 12, 2020 5:03:24 GMT -5
“The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley, Lissie Hope, and 3 more like this
Post by Corey Bull on Jan 12, 2020 5:03:24 GMT -5
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The Great Northwoods. A huge layer of snow sits on, well, pretty much everything. The road we find ourselves traveling on is barely plowed, with little more than two paths in the snow made by cars. Up the road we go, then a turn to the left on a less used road. Deep within cedars and poplars is a gate. Beyond the gate we go to a familiar sight, the Warehouse. The lair of Corey Bull. Or at least the place where his mind rooms free and it isn’t a pretty sight. Inside the Warehouse, trouble is afoot. Destruction seems to be the play of the day as we find the monster whipping pipes around, kicking over stacks, and being a general menace.
“Oh that fucking bitch!”
Bull kicks over a stack and it had fluorescent light bulbs on the top, so there is a huge racket as they pop and break. He walks over to a more lit part of the warehouse, sitting down on a chair and removing the mask. His face is shaved, though stubble is obvious on his jaw. His hair has been trimmed and from the casual observer, Bull looks not that bad. But his eyes...they are black. Dead inside. His hands grab the side of his head and an exasperated breath leaves his lips. And we are no longer here.
And we are back in the Warehouse, staring at the side of the head of the monster with dead eyes. A grin is on his face, as he rubs his temples.
“You sneaky girl. You were so close...so close. But not yet Lissie...not yet. Wouldn’t want to get to the deal without all this foreplay, now would we.”
Bull stands and grabs a black cloth, pulling it off to reveal several of the Lissie Hope life-size dolls.
“Oh yes, this is far from over. You destroy one..and I shall create more. Funny that is Lissie...how much alike we are and you don’t even know it.”
Back to the Warehouse we go.
Bull reaches down and raises the head of one slowly with a finger under her chin. He stares at the doll for a second and smiles.
“So Lissie, what are we going to do with this Alex Richards problem?”
Bull’s hand reaches down and a familiar sound is heard, the pulling of a cord. And the voice that comes out, is of a sinister sounding Lissie with more joy in the voice then should be.
“I want to play a game.”
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**The sign says Filling Station, somewhere in the Great Northwoods. The bar is what you would expect from a bar in the north in January: snowmobilers, locals, and those people that want to see something different from what they normally see. One of the few places that lets you smoke in it, the haze in here is as the bars of old. On the big screen is the Titans-Ravens game. Every now and then there is a cheer from whoever is cheering for whoever is doing something right. But in the back, just on the other side of the pool table in a booth by himself, is the monster Corey Bull. The mask sits on his face, though it is tilted up so that the mouth and chin of the Hatebringer is visible as the bottle of Southern Comfort comes to his lips. Bull sets the bottle, his head looking around. A chuckle leaves his lips, but it isn’t something that seems pleasant. Bulls voice rolls out to the camera, not pleasant nor is it violent, but monotone in the middle with a deep timbre**
“Bravo Lissie. You showed the world what a great athlete you were. You managed to take something that did not belong to you, and you broke it. What an extraordinary example you are to the other little girls of the world. Take what you want, and break what isn’t yours. Wow.”
**Bull chuckles again**
“But it never really mattered. We knew you would...we had planned for you to. We know you better than you think Lissie. Better then you really want to admit that we know you. We are sitting on your shoulder...whispering in your ears. Those fears you feel...the shadows that look like something they are not...those are all because of us. Listen closely and you will hear the footsteps. They are counting down the time before we finally finish this game.”
“But not this week Lissie. Not this week. Instead I have to focus on...of all people...Alex fucking Richards. This...this is seriously a waste of time. A waste of my time...a waste of the fans time..a waste of Action Wrestling managements time..which they appear to like to waste anyways so that's really not that harsh a moment for them. This is what you call insanity. Doing the same thing over and over again and for some reason...expecting a different outcome. I’m honestly confused as to what they expect to happen. Do they want us to straight up end Alex’s life? Do they want Richards to lose? Or do they expect him to do something different to maybe highlight him as a wrestler? We don’t know. Kinda find it hard to find a real reason to care...but my curiosity is piqued and I am slightly annoyed...so I will play the game again.”
**Bull takes a drink**
“This seems like a repeat as usual Alex...we get to dance in the ring and see who is the crazier of two big men. How does this seem to happen all the time? And this time...exactly a month to the day....we get to do it again. We get to walk to the ring again...we get to throw down on each other again...and just like all the other times, nothing will really come of it. I mean...you have beaten me pretty much every time we have met...and yet it hasn’t changed anything for either of us. And yet...every time...you come at this match with such a fire, like you expect that this will be the time...the time something significant happens after you win. And alas Alex...again...it will not come to be.”
“Admittedly...your a man of extraordinary talent. You have managed to walk up and down the mountain and back again. You have accomplished things that so many others would love to accomplish. But...you did all those things alone. Alone...that word should strike a cord somewhere Alex. Maybe get the old synapse's firing. Because your not really alone...are you? No...your Dandy’s bag boy. Say what you will...he is your friend...this is a mutual agreement...we can all see the truth. You are simply a means to ensure Dandy wins or accomplishes the things he needs done. And he knows he can not do it alone. So he went out and found someone that was willing to be his bitch. And he couldn’t find a better choice then Alex Richards. After all...you were the Guardians bitch...you were Bonnie Blues bitch. And now you get to hold Dandy’s cock while he takes a piss.”
**Bull melodramatically claps his hands**
“Oh bravo Alex. Bravo. Maybe you can use that towel you like to throw on peoples heads to wipe Dandy's ass too. After all, I am sure that amotherfucker like him would prefer someone to wipe his ass with cotton instead of two ply. Ignorant crack head son of a bitch that he is. And while I'm not surprised anymore by some of the straight up stupid shit you do Alex...Jesus Christ man grow a dam spine you worthless turd. Show this place your not the bitch you always act to be. Stand up...be a monster! Stop wiping the crust off of Dandy's bed sheets and do something other then help someone else. Help Alex Richards for once. Or don't. Keep being the little hand boy you are being. Stick with the Dandy and continue to be his dick. It makes no difference to me. Your just an annoyance I have to deal with this week that stands in the path of my own personal accomplishments. Next week...I will have forgotten you like everyone else around here.”
**Bulls hands find the table and he leans on them a little**
“Let’s be very honest and clear here Alex...beat you...lose to you...it doesn’t matter to me in the scheme of things. Because I will go on to do the things I want to do. I will go on to accomplish the things I have set out for myself to do. And you...will go back to coddling Dandy’s balls like you just found the lost gold of the Incas. Now how does that work? Does he let you be in charge when the cameras aren’t rolling? Maybe you’ll come out and attempt to convince everyone that this is all part of your master plan or something. But we all know the truth. This...this is classic Alex Richards. Just someone’s bad dog that needs to be put down.”
**Bull lifts the empty bottle and sets a ten under it. He leaves the bar, no need to push since the people move for him like Moses parting the Red Sea. Outside, his breath visible to the world, Bull starts to walk down the snow-covered sidewalk, flakes falling from the sky. But Bull acts no differently than if it was a sunny day.**
“Sure Alex...when I win this time I can finally claim a victory over you. I can finally stand there and say I beat you. But...does it really change anything? Let’s look at it...I win and beat you...I go on and do the things I have planned. You beat me...I still go on and do the things I planned. You lose...well you still go back and handle Dandy’s business…you win...and you still go back and handle Dandy’s business. You see...pure insanity.”
**Bull stops outside some building, and walks over and sits down on the steps**
“At least it will be fun. At least I get to walk to the ring and beat the snot out of someone who truly deserves it. Because your not the Alex Richards that so many people looked up to or that supported when he held titles and was put in Hall of Fames. That man is clearly either dead or too drunk to come out and play. Because the Alex Richards I will face at Clash...is just somebody’s bitch. And while it may be sad to some...truthfully...I would break your bones and force your blood from your veins whether you were someone important or not. Because it sounds like fun to me...because I might suddenly have the urge to paint in a blood red color...or maybe I might want to start a collection of limbs. Fuck if I know Alex. All I know..is I will do it one way or the other. I will walk to the ring...I will beat your fat ass silly..and then whatever happens...happens. Fuck ya.”
**Bull stands up and walks down the street as the camera fades to black**
“Oh that fucking bitch!”
Bull kicks over a stack and it had fluorescent light bulbs on the top, so there is a huge racket as they pop and break. He walks over to a more lit part of the warehouse, sitting down on a chair and removing the mask. His face is shaved, though stubble is obvious on his jaw. His hair has been trimmed and from the casual observer, Bull looks not that bad. But his eyes...they are black. Dead inside. His hands grab the side of his head and an exasperated breath leaves his lips. And we are no longer here.
The room is pink, My Little Pony’s cover shelves and the top of the dresser. In the corner, in a purple dress that can only be described properly as a prom dress is Lissie Hope. At least on first glance that is the assumption. In reality, it is another one of Corey Bull’s live sized dolls. But this one serves a different purpose. It resides in the room of Bull’s mentally handicapped sister Dove Darkhawk. Trapped in a child state for the last twenty one years, she has lived in this room for more of her life then anyone should.
“It’s pretty!!!”
Bull chuckles, and it is a warm chuckle.
“Go on, pull the string.”
Dove’s eyes light up, a child within a beautiful woman. She pulls the string and the voice that comes out is a dead match for Lissie.
“Your awesome Dove, lets be the best of friends!”
Dove giggles and claps her hands, then does it again.
“Girl Power!”
Dove falls to the bed and laughs, hugging herself.
“It’s perfect!!”
Bull smiles and chuckles.
“It’s is all yours Dove.”
“Thank you Bully! She is the awesomest girl ever! She is someone you should be around more. Maybe she would even kiss you.”
Dove giggles and points at Bull, making fun of him in a sisterly way. Bull smiles, but his eyes, they seem to go away.
“It’s pretty!!!”
Bull chuckles, and it is a warm chuckle.
“Go on, pull the string.”
Dove’s eyes light up, a child within a beautiful woman. She pulls the string and the voice that comes out is a dead match for Lissie.
“Your awesome Dove, lets be the best of friends!”
Dove giggles and claps her hands, then does it again.
“Girl Power!”
Dove falls to the bed and laughs, hugging herself.
“It’s perfect!!”
Bull smiles and chuckles.
“It’s is all yours Dove.”
“Thank you Bully! She is the awesomest girl ever! She is someone you should be around more. Maybe she would even kiss you.”
Dove giggles and points at Bull, making fun of him in a sisterly way. Bull smiles, but his eyes, they seem to go away.
And we are back in the Warehouse, staring at the side of the head of the monster with dead eyes. A grin is on his face, as he rubs his temples.
“You sneaky girl. You were so close...so close. But not yet Lissie...not yet. Wouldn’t want to get to the deal without all this foreplay, now would we.”
Bull stands and grabs a black cloth, pulling it off to reveal several of the Lissie Hope life-size dolls.
“Oh yes, this is far from over. You destroy one..and I shall create more. Funny that is Lissie...how much alike we are and you don’t even know it.”
Another place...another time. Darkness surrounds the building we are looking at. Two figures, one large and tall, the other lithe and tall, move along the parameter if the building, hugging its walls. Closer inspection reveals a younger Corey Bull, but still massive. And with him is his sister Raven Darkhawk. Bull points and does some motion with his hands and Raven climbs on his shoulders and grabs an edge to the architecture of the building, pulling herself up on a windowsill. Bull moves forward towards two men, both armed with an uzi. Bull reaches around the man farthest from the building, pulling his weapon back by the strap and wraps his other arm around the man's neck. Raven drops down on top of the other, wrapping her legs around his throat and taking him to the ground. Audible cracking noises are heard and neither man is moving. Bull lifts a small walkie talkie.
“That's the last of the external guard. You can move your forces in to surround the building. We are going inside.”
Bull and Raven move towards a door and open it slowly. After a quick inspection, both Bull and Raven pull out silenced handguns. Raven carries a 1911 and Bull seems to have a .357 or larger caliber revolver. Through The building they go, removing men here and there. Outside an office they both stare at the double door.
“The idiot has to be there.”
“Of course he is, because where else would one hide.”
Both move to the door and one three, Bull kicks it in. Inside a man sits behind a desk and looks scared. Three men rush the pair and three trigger pulls end their rush. Bull and Raven tuck the pistols and stand and wait, and soon an elderly Russian man appears behind them. The man behind the desk is visiblly shaken and he speaks.
“Vlad...Vladamiir. What is..what is this all about. We are allies..you and I”
“Shut up Boris. We stopped being allies the day you touched her.”
“Her?...this is all about a woman!”
Vladamiir smiles.
“It is always about a woman. What man in his right mind would not move heaven and mountains for thee woman.”
Vladamiir nods at Raven and she leaves, returning with a beautiful woman who is crying, but not really struggling against the woman in black.
“You mean to kill her before my eyes! She is but a woman.”
Vladamiir shakes his head.
“No Boris, this lesson is not for you. It is for her.
Vladamiir nods to Bull, who walks over and pulls the man out of his chair. Bull twists his arm until he falls to his knees and there is an audible crack when Bull steps on the man's ribs and pulls his arm. Raven holds the woman's face towards what is happening and we can hear the sound of fist on flesh over and over again.
“That's the last of the external guard. You can move your forces in to surround the building. We are going inside.”
Bull and Raven move towards a door and open it slowly. After a quick inspection, both Bull and Raven pull out silenced handguns. Raven carries a 1911 and Bull seems to have a .357 or larger caliber revolver. Through The building they go, removing men here and there. Outside an office they both stare at the double door.
“The idiot has to be there.”
“Of course he is, because where else would one hide.”
Both move to the door and one three, Bull kicks it in. Inside a man sits behind a desk and looks scared. Three men rush the pair and three trigger pulls end their rush. Bull and Raven tuck the pistols and stand and wait, and soon an elderly Russian man appears behind them. The man behind the desk is visiblly shaken and he speaks.
“Vlad...Vladamiir. What is..what is this all about. We are allies..you and I”
“Shut up Boris. We stopped being allies the day you touched her.”
“Her?...this is all about a woman!”
Vladamiir smiles.
“It is always about a woman. What man in his right mind would not move heaven and mountains for thee woman.”
Vladamiir nods at Raven and she leaves, returning with a beautiful woman who is crying, but not really struggling against the woman in black.
“You mean to kill her before my eyes! She is but a woman.”
Vladamiir shakes his head.
“No Boris, this lesson is not for you. It is for her.
Vladamiir nods to Bull, who walks over and pulls the man out of his chair. Bull twists his arm until he falls to his knees and there is an audible crack when Bull steps on the man's ribs and pulls his arm. Raven holds the woman's face towards what is happening and we can hear the sound of fist on flesh over and over again.
Back to the Warehouse we go.
Bull reaches down and raises the head of one slowly with a finger under her chin. He stares at the doll for a second and smiles.
“So Lissie, what are we going to do with this Alex Richards problem?”
Bull’s hand reaches down and a familiar sound is heard, the pulling of a cord. And the voice that comes out, is of a sinister sounding Lissie with more joy in the voice then should be.
“I want to play a game.”
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**The sign says Filling Station, somewhere in the Great Northwoods. The bar is what you would expect from a bar in the north in January: snowmobilers, locals, and those people that want to see something different from what they normally see. One of the few places that lets you smoke in it, the haze in here is as the bars of old. On the big screen is the Titans-Ravens game. Every now and then there is a cheer from whoever is cheering for whoever is doing something right. But in the back, just on the other side of the pool table in a booth by himself, is the monster Corey Bull. The mask sits on his face, though it is tilted up so that the mouth and chin of the Hatebringer is visible as the bottle of Southern Comfort comes to his lips. Bull sets the bottle, his head looking around. A chuckle leaves his lips, but it isn’t something that seems pleasant. Bulls voice rolls out to the camera, not pleasant nor is it violent, but monotone in the middle with a deep timbre**
“Bravo Lissie. You showed the world what a great athlete you were. You managed to take something that did not belong to you, and you broke it. What an extraordinary example you are to the other little girls of the world. Take what you want, and break what isn’t yours. Wow.”
**Bull chuckles again**
“But it never really mattered. We knew you would...we had planned for you to. We know you better than you think Lissie. Better then you really want to admit that we know you. We are sitting on your shoulder...whispering in your ears. Those fears you feel...the shadows that look like something they are not...those are all because of us. Listen closely and you will hear the footsteps. They are counting down the time before we finally finish this game.”
“But not this week Lissie. Not this week. Instead I have to focus on...of all people...Alex fucking Richards. This...this is seriously a waste of time. A waste of my time...a waste of the fans time..a waste of Action Wrestling managements time..which they appear to like to waste anyways so that's really not that harsh a moment for them. This is what you call insanity. Doing the same thing over and over again and for some reason...expecting a different outcome. I’m honestly confused as to what they expect to happen. Do they want us to straight up end Alex’s life? Do they want Richards to lose? Or do they expect him to do something different to maybe highlight him as a wrestler? We don’t know. Kinda find it hard to find a real reason to care...but my curiosity is piqued and I am slightly annoyed...so I will play the game again.”
**Bull takes a drink**
“This seems like a repeat as usual Alex...we get to dance in the ring and see who is the crazier of two big men. How does this seem to happen all the time? And this time...exactly a month to the day....we get to do it again. We get to walk to the ring again...we get to throw down on each other again...and just like all the other times, nothing will really come of it. I mean...you have beaten me pretty much every time we have met...and yet it hasn’t changed anything for either of us. And yet...every time...you come at this match with such a fire, like you expect that this will be the time...the time something significant happens after you win. And alas Alex...again...it will not come to be.”
“Admittedly...your a man of extraordinary talent. You have managed to walk up and down the mountain and back again. You have accomplished things that so many others would love to accomplish. But...you did all those things alone. Alone...that word should strike a cord somewhere Alex. Maybe get the old synapse's firing. Because your not really alone...are you? No...your Dandy’s bag boy. Say what you will...he is your friend...this is a mutual agreement...we can all see the truth. You are simply a means to ensure Dandy wins or accomplishes the things he needs done. And he knows he can not do it alone. So he went out and found someone that was willing to be his bitch. And he couldn’t find a better choice then Alex Richards. After all...you were the Guardians bitch...you were Bonnie Blues bitch. And now you get to hold Dandy’s cock while he takes a piss.”
**Bull melodramatically claps his hands**
“Oh bravo Alex. Bravo. Maybe you can use that towel you like to throw on peoples heads to wipe Dandy's ass too. After all, I am sure that a
**Bulls hands find the table and he leans on them a little**
“Let’s be very honest and clear here Alex...beat you...lose to you...it doesn’t matter to me in the scheme of things. Because I will go on to do the things I want to do. I will go on to accomplish the things I have set out for myself to do. And you...will go back to coddling Dandy’s balls like you just found the lost gold of the Incas. Now how does that work? Does he let you be in charge when the cameras aren’t rolling? Maybe you’ll come out and attempt to convince everyone that this is all part of your master plan or something. But we all know the truth. This...this is classic Alex Richards. Just someone’s bad dog that needs to be put down.”
**Bull lifts the empty bottle and sets a ten under it. He leaves the bar, no need to push since the people move for him like Moses parting the Red Sea. Outside, his breath visible to the world, Bull starts to walk down the snow-covered sidewalk, flakes falling from the sky. But Bull acts no differently than if it was a sunny day.**
“Sure Alex...when I win this time I can finally claim a victory over you. I can finally stand there and say I beat you. But...does it really change anything? Let’s look at it...I win and beat you...I go on and do the things I have planned. You beat me...I still go on and do the things I planned. You lose...well you still go back and handle Dandy’s business…you win...and you still go back and handle Dandy’s business. You see...pure insanity.”
**Bull stops outside some building, and walks over and sits down on the steps**
“At least it will be fun. At least I get to walk to the ring and beat the snot out of someone who truly deserves it. Because your not the Alex Richards that so many people looked up to or that supported when he held titles and was put in Hall of Fames. That man is clearly either dead or too drunk to come out and play. Because the Alex Richards I will face at Clash...is just somebody’s bitch. And while it may be sad to some...truthfully...I would break your bones and force your blood from your veins whether you were someone important or not. Because it sounds like fun to me...because I might suddenly have the urge to paint in a blood red color...or maybe I might want to start a collection of limbs. Fuck if I know Alex. All I know..is I will do it one way or the other. I will walk to the ring...I will beat your fat ass silly..and then whatever happens...happens.
**Bull stands up and walks down the street as the camera fades to black**