Post by brion on Nov 26, 2005 15:09:37 GMT -5
before......
The two men walk down the small corridor pushing a cart filled with assorted meds. One man, the one pushing, is a tall blonde man with an easy smile and strong features. His partner is older with graying hair and a pronounced beer gut. A squeaky wheel on the cart almost drowns out the howls and moans that fill the corridor. Welcome to Hope Hospital for the criminally insane.
Man #1 - So as I was saying Jack, the guys on this ward are totally harmless. In the twenty years I've been here we've never had any incidents.
Man #2 - (smiling) If they're so harmless then why are they locked up?
Man #1 - For their own protection of course.
The men come to a stop and without the squeak of the cart wheel we can fully hear the inmates tortured moans. Some cry for their mothers, others scream obscenities. The man with gray hair takes a paper cup with meds, opens a slot in the bottom of a door and slides them inside. The name stenciled on his uniform reads "D. Moore" His partner, the younger man walks does the same as he opens a small slot on the bottom of a nearby door and hands it's occupant some goodies. His name reads "J. Benton"
Benton - (pointing) What about the guy in this room?
Moore - Him? Some John Doe they brought in almost two years ago. He attacked some folks when they didn't give him any spare change. Don't know much about him really. The staff calls him "Misery" if you can belive that.
Benton - (peering into the room) Why Misery?
Moore - Dunno. Maybe cause that's all he ever says. Come on, we got a long way to go before shift change.
Moore pushes the cart down the hallway but Benton lingers. He can see the man inside the room, his back turned to him. The man in the room has a shaved head and looks gaunt. Scribbled all over the walls Bible scriptures and song lyrics. The man in the room is humming. Benton slowly walks away just as the man in the room turns his head. Inside the room, the man they call "Misery" is smiling.
now.....
:inside the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all. Misery strides into the electro shock room and several of his followers scatter. The table is empty but we see that it's been prepared for another warm body. Misery checks the dusty instruments, then the table itself and everything seems to be to his liking. He runs a hand over the smooth table and coughs out a laugh.:
misery - see this table cook? it waits for you as do i. it waits to feel you strapped down and helpless. this table has seen a lot of pain and it begs to be used again. after my little test run a week ago i think the time has come to let you feel the wonders this table can produce. i think you'll like it child. if not...maybe monica will enjoy it. such pain the two of you will endure. such...misery.
:misery walks over to a nearby chair and takes a seat. it groans under his weight.:
misery - when we first meet i was denied a win over you for one simple reason. this company wants no part of me. they would rather see a person like you representing their promotion than a monster like me. so what did they do? they sent in a referee who would make sure that my victory was snatched away on a obscure technicality. I assure you that at the super show things will be different. while you're coming into this match to simply pin my shoulders to the mat...i'll be coming to inflict pain on your body and soul.
:misery runs a hand through his dark stringy black hair. his leather mask looks demonic in the gloom.:
misery - all that you love cook...i will take away. i will take it away because you deny me. you deny your fate. for that, you must suffer. only you can stop it child. it can end at the super show or it can continue for the rest of what will be a short career. i do not make hollow threats like some of the other so called stars in napw. i make promises. and i promise that you will be one of my children cook. you will embrace misery.
:misery leans back in the wooden chair and it again groans it protest.:
misery - with you at my side we will burn this promotion to its foundation. the sinners like ravager, d!, and plague will all fall one by one. they do not share my vision. they value worthless title belts over what is truly important. that being the redemption of myself and my people. but our time in the gutters are becoming short. soon we will rise up and take what is rightfully ours. life.
:misery looks into the camera. as usual his different colored eyes are almost hypnotic.:
misery - you will bleed for you past cook. you will be faced with a choice. join me and accept your fate...or deny me and suffer for the rest of your miserable life. try not to disappoint me child...you wouldn't like to see me angry.
:misery pulls away from the camera and we fade to black. in the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all.: