Post by mirage on Dec 10, 2005 14:32:23 GMT -5
Mirage walks his valley of pain...of fear...of misery...He stops in front of the exit to his domain, staring at the door as though he were waiting for something...
--Mirage-- Hmm...Ravager...Lost in a world of misfortunate people...Those less fortunate than himself...
Mirage strokes his long dreaded hair...
--Mirage-- Do you pick on little kids begging in the street for your own personal enjoyment? Or is it meant to frighten me? If that is the case...it is meaningless...
Mirage leaves his domain without looking back, and heads off in no apparent direction...
--Mirage-- You feel it is appropriate to throw children through windows of coffee shops? For asking for spare change? You throw my children through windows? You will pay for your miserable attempts to frighten me, Ravager...you will pay...
He turns a corner onto Whyte Avenue...people afraid to get close to him...He comes across a Tim Hortons with a smashed window...a homeless man lays on the floor blooded...Mirage leans down and picks up the wounded man...
--Mirage-- You see this child? Homeless...Helpless...Lost in a world of no acceptance...
Mirage lifts the man over his back and walks him back into his domain...Once there, he places his catch on a bed...Mirage leaves the room, closing the door...
--Mirage-- You, Ravager, are merely lucky that I am a tolerant man...
Mirage sits behind his desk and ponders as the lights fade to black...
--Mirage-- Hmm...Ravager...Lost in a world of misfortunate people...Those less fortunate than himself...
Mirage strokes his long dreaded hair...
--Mirage-- Do you pick on little kids begging in the street for your own personal enjoyment? Or is it meant to frighten me? If that is the case...it is meaningless...
Mirage leaves his domain without looking back, and heads off in no apparent direction...
--Mirage-- You feel it is appropriate to throw children through windows of coffee shops? For asking for spare change? You throw my children through windows? You will pay for your miserable attempts to frighten me, Ravager...you will pay...
He turns a corner onto Whyte Avenue...people afraid to get close to him...He comes across a Tim Hortons with a smashed window...a homeless man lays on the floor blooded...Mirage leans down and picks up the wounded man...
--Mirage-- You see this child? Homeless...Helpless...Lost in a world of no acceptance...
Mirage lifts the man over his back and walks him back into his domain...Once there, he places his catch on a bed...Mirage leaves the room, closing the door...
--Mirage-- You, Ravager, are merely lucky that I am a tolerant man...
Mirage sits behind his desk and ponders as the lights fade to black...