dinner with myself (658)
Feb 7, 2021 17:25:55 GMT -5
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Post by Void on Feb 7, 2021 17:25:55 GMT -5
“Sir, is this really necessary?”
Pete Harper stands in the office of Doctor Reginald Royce, The good doctor sits in an luxurious desk chair, glasses on as he writes things down in a notebook.
“Mr. Harper, how many times must I say this? VOID is crucial to my ongoing research and practice here at Devil’s Gate. He has demanded compensation, a fair request considering how much we will gain from his cooperation. And though his price is… rather odd, it’s nothing we cannot handle.”
Pete frowns, and shakes his head. “Fine. You haven’t lead us astray so far, as Metzger has shown. Just, next time, please consult me first. He was one of my best men.”
“Yes yes, of course.” Dr. Royce doesn’t look up from his notes as Pete walks out of the office.
Pete walks down a corridor, eventually coming to a brown door. Screams are heard on the other side. In the window of the door, a man’s face is seen, his eye’s pleading, before he is dragged away from the door.
“Sick bastard.” Pete says through gritted teeth.
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VOID stands in a room that looks something like a barracks. Various forms of disabling implements line the walls, including tasers and even tranquilizer guns. Besides him, lying curled up on the floor, is a man in a security uniform.
They say that third time's the charm. So many religions, so many cultures, have designated three as a sacred number. I’ve never been one to believe such heresy, but the Abyss does have some concept of destiny, of fate. And so, my path crossing for a third time with the one called Regan Voorhees is something of an occasion. As such, I thought it apt to reevaluate this woman. And I found… Solace.
Regan, you and me are shockingly similar. Sure, we have different trappings, different names for things, but at our core, we could be mistaken for the same person. We both take satisfaction in the act of brutality. We both hold strong values that set us apart from the rest of the field. We’re familiar with the nuisance that is CJ Phoenix. What truly connects us, though, is our desire to leave all who oppose us forever changed. When we walk between those ropes, it’s not just about defeating our opponent. We must completely dismantle them, at any cost.
Which brings me to my friend here.
VOID kneels down next to the security guard. The man has cuts, bruises, and blood all across his face. Most noticable, though are two bald spots on his head, where we see what seem to be electrical burns. VOID cradles the man in his arms, and he seems to draw closer to VOID, making a whimpering noise.
See, Regan this is where we differ. When you mutilate an opponent, when you bash someone with that funny little mallet of yours, there is one purpose: Pure, unadulterated destruction. It’s an admirable goal. Indeed, the Abyss takes much satisfaction in destruction. However, there is something the Abyss appreciates more: Reconstruction. It’s a truly beautiful process, to both end and begin someone’s life at once. I create, I renew, through a baptism of violence. With every new soul who joins my cause, I grow stronger. Regan, your simple destruction may satisfy you for now, but no man can live on bread, or vegetables, alone. If we are both predators, I am simply further evolved, the perfect hunter shaped by years of experience. And, unfortunately, it’s survival of the fittest.
VOID stands up, lifting the guard with him. He pats him on the back, then leads him stumbling, out the door.
So, Ms. Voorhees. Clear your calendar, and wear your best pastels. This Monday, you have a lovely meal with your future self. I’m bringing my biggest appetite. All that remains to be seen is…
Who’s on the menu?