Post by Nightmare on Jan 24, 2006 20:46:59 GMT -5
[fade up]
[the camera again closes in on the sickly smile of The Animal, Apocalypse. his white teeth shining fiercly in the flourescent lights, and the reflective, white, padded walls only add into the matter. Apocalypse has been chained to the wall, and to the floor]
[the camera cuts to the door of the cell. as it appears, they have brought in massive guards with powerful stunning weoponry. these men are dressed only in black with the words "National Security" in white]
[cut to the front doors of the mental facility where Apocalypse is being held captive. several police cars and large black swat team trucks surround the building, weopons set to kill]
[cut back to inside the building where Blake is arguing with the Doctor once again. Blake is dressed in black jeans and a black muscle shirt revealing muscular arms and chest. the doctor is not very interestingly dressed, he wears a white lab coat (what else would he be wearing?), and black shoes. he looks at a small clipboard and nods occasionally as he listens to Blake's complaints]
Blake> Listen to me, damn it! You have got to let him out of here! His childhood was bad enough, being in here only makes it worse!
[the doctor sighs holding the top of his nose with his thumb and index finger]
Doctor> On the contrary, Mr. Larkinson, we keep him here to try to fix any problems he has. Keeping him here helps him.
Blake> It's not him I am worried about! It's us! You and me!
Doctor> Please, Mr. Larkinson, calm down. His conditioni does not cause him to be homicidal.
[Blake shakes his head in revolt]
Blake> No! Not homicide, you idiot! He will try to rip your limbs off!
[at this, the doctor begins to get a fearful expression. he reaches for his phone and randomly dials at it to the sounds of Apocalypse' laughter]
Doctor> Yes, Commander? Yes, this is Doctor Kyle White, at the National Mental Institution. We have notes that our patient will become quite violent when held captive . . . yes . . . Yes, that is exactly what I am requesting!
[pause as the doctor listens to the man on the phone]
Doctor> Thank you, sir, thank you so much. Good-bye.
[he hangs up and looks at Blake, a sorroful look in his eyes]
Doctor> You have our permission to set him free.
[Blake says nothing, except runs over to the cell and quickly releases our host. he spits and snarls as Blake removes the straight jacket. at his unnatural actions, the security guards shudder unanimously, and part to let Blake and his client through]
[cut to an old and abandoned shack of some kind. rather spacious, but also very old. the wooden walls and floors are slowly rotting black, spider webs hang from every corner in the room, and there is a large hole in the floor near the back of the room, opposite the door. the door suddenly opens and in walks Blake and Apocalypse]
Apocalypse> News!
Blake> (panting) Travelli has declined your challenge--
Apocalypse> Coward.
Blake> --but he has made a challenge to you and Crusher.
[Apocalypse scowels]
Apocalypse> What kind of challenge?
Blake> Tag.
[Apocalypse pauses for a moment]
Apocalypse> Let me guess . . . Olypsius?
[Blake snickers]
Blake> You got it.
[Apocalypse walks over into the middle of the room, thinking. he is apparently anticipating the path brought before him. Blake is reluctant to follow, but he watches his client closely]
Apocalypse> This is rediculous! That moron, Crusher, has absolutely no chance at any help to me! Why the hell should I even show up?
Blake> I dunno. But maybe he has a chance.
[but he has no time to listen, for he has smashed a table with his fist]
[fade out]
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[the camera again closes in on the sickly smile of The Animal, Apocalypse. his white teeth shining fiercly in the flourescent lights, and the reflective, white, padded walls only add into the matter. Apocalypse has been chained to the wall, and to the floor]
[the camera cuts to the door of the cell. as it appears, they have brought in massive guards with powerful stunning weoponry. these men are dressed only in black with the words "National Security" in white]
[cut to the front doors of the mental facility where Apocalypse is being held captive. several police cars and large black swat team trucks surround the building, weopons set to kill]
[cut back to inside the building where Blake is arguing with the Doctor once again. Blake is dressed in black jeans and a black muscle shirt revealing muscular arms and chest. the doctor is not very interestingly dressed, he wears a white lab coat (what else would he be wearing?), and black shoes. he looks at a small clipboard and nods occasionally as he listens to Blake's complaints]
Blake> Listen to me, damn it! You have got to let him out of here! His childhood was bad enough, being in here only makes it worse!
[the doctor sighs holding the top of his nose with his thumb and index finger]
Doctor> On the contrary, Mr. Larkinson, we keep him here to try to fix any problems he has. Keeping him here helps him.
Blake> It's not him I am worried about! It's us! You and me!
Doctor> Please, Mr. Larkinson, calm down. His conditioni does not cause him to be homicidal.
[Blake shakes his head in revolt]
Blake> No! Not homicide, you idiot! He will try to rip your limbs off!
[at this, the doctor begins to get a fearful expression. he reaches for his phone and randomly dials at it to the sounds of Apocalypse' laughter]
Doctor> Yes, Commander? Yes, this is Doctor Kyle White, at the National Mental Institution. We have notes that our patient will become quite violent when held captive . . . yes . . . Yes, that is exactly what I am requesting!
[pause as the doctor listens to the man on the phone]
Doctor> Thank you, sir, thank you so much. Good-bye.
[he hangs up and looks at Blake, a sorroful look in his eyes]
Doctor> You have our permission to set him free.
[Blake says nothing, except runs over to the cell and quickly releases our host. he spits and snarls as Blake removes the straight jacket. at his unnatural actions, the security guards shudder unanimously, and part to let Blake and his client through]
[cut to an old and abandoned shack of some kind. rather spacious, but also very old. the wooden walls and floors are slowly rotting black, spider webs hang from every corner in the room, and there is a large hole in the floor near the back of the room, opposite the door. the door suddenly opens and in walks Blake and Apocalypse]
Apocalypse> News!
Blake> (panting) Travelli has declined your challenge--
Apocalypse> Coward.
Blake> --but he has made a challenge to you and Crusher.
[Apocalypse scowels]
Apocalypse> What kind of challenge?
Blake> Tag.
[Apocalypse pauses for a moment]
Apocalypse> Let me guess . . . Olypsius?
[Blake snickers]
Blake> You got it.
[Apocalypse walks over into the middle of the room, thinking. he is apparently anticipating the path brought before him. Blake is reluctant to follow, but he watches his client closely]
Apocalypse> This is rediculous! That moron, Crusher, has absolutely no chance at any help to me! Why the hell should I even show up?
Blake> I dunno. But maybe he has a chance.
[but he has no time to listen, for he has smashed a table with his fist]
[fade out]
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