Post by Press1269 on Feb 8, 2016 6:59:20 GMT
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THE GREAT UNKNOWN
THE SEEING WELL ROOM, REDEMPTION'S CITIDAL
NEW DEVELOPMENTS: NO TIME
::Redemption stands tall over the seeing well with a look of anger etched in his face. For five days straight he had been here. No one allowed within. His eyes study the pool, which in a single ripple can cause anyone to see the events of Earth. At any time, or any place. Redemption for these past five days has stood over this well, and watched the events unfold in the GWA in an attempt to find the answers in which he seeks. He moves a few times back and forth...his solid black mass of cloak flapping in an unfelt wind. He had not found the bitch that had stolen his plans from out from in under him. He hated the waiting. It was his time...his time to get out of his prison, and release the Armageddon on the earth. Redemption was in reality not the bad guy here. Redemption was simply following orders...orders that came straight from the most highest position. God himself. Redemption was no demon. He was not the devil. He was an angel. One of the main angels, the angel that would sound the seven trumpets, that would break the seven seals of the earth. Bringing armageddon, and opening up the flood gates of what most phillosophers wish to catagorize as hell...however it is really here. The place where he is master. The Gates of the Great Unknown. This is where the beast was kept.....and upon that day...upon the final trumpet sound, and the seventh seals break...the gate will open and the Horsemen of the Apocalypse will be brought upon the world...and once the destruction is done..they will form together....causeing the final part of the prophecy of God. The Beast. The beast will come forth as a formed vessel from the dark riders, and ravage the land...takeing anyone with the mark 666. Redemption was not evil. Redemption was not even wrong. He was simply a soldier in the service of God, and his ambition was fueld by the prophecy that is stated by the bible.
Redemption's eyes narrow in on the well, as the scene of Johnny Storm & Scarlett Rayne Sengir making love begins to fade within the ripple. Redemption stops paceing from side to side, and slowly approaches the well once again. He peers into the bowl of the well, and the water settles to form a new picture. A young man of Japanese origin...Redemption knew him from somewhere. The young man was recieving a very hard beating from a caucasion man. His back to the way the well is turning. Shots are fired from a gun into the Japanese boys chest...and then unloaded after a few words into his head. Redemption watched on with a wondering eye....as the caucasion man turns to face the well's view. Redemptions eyes opened widely. How could this be.....Skylar Thomas.....was dead. Even Angels didn't know everything.....the only one who knew that was God. Skylar Thomas turns his back on the bloodied young man, as he leaves a trail of blood all the way here he is shoved into the dumpster by four hired goons. Redemption's eyes open widely, and looks the well over in an attempt to understand what happens next. The blood begins to move....the men watch in awe as it slides across the concrete and up into the dumpster where the Japanese boy had been placed. Suddenly the top of the dumpster shot open, and the darkness was replaced with an odd green glow. The chains moved with unbelievable speed and wrapped around two of the goon's necks. They begin to scream, as Redemptions watchful eyes suddenly become soft...a smile spreading across his lips. The green glow consumes the men, flaying the flesh from their muscles & bone....as if in a degeneration process of life. Skylar stands awestruck as Redemption watches on in the well of seeing. The chains suddenly shot back into the dumpster, and a hand moves to the edge of the dumpster....and Ryosuke Mitsirugi appears pulling himself out of the dumpster. Skylar's eyes grow wide, as Redemption watches what he says..."He is the Destroyer." Redemptions eyes grow wild, as he watches Ryo take a few steps from the dumpster, his feet fumbling across the pavement. Redemption then throws his cloak open wildly, causing the Well to change...allowing a wierd powder to drop into the water. The water begins to glow, as Redemption points to a rope along the wall, and with an unseen force the rope is pulled causeing a bell to ring through out the stone corridors of the huge citadel. Redemption doesn't have to wait long, before Salvation, Press, Flameing Youth, Oracle, and Revelation were ready and willing to serve. The Frayed Ends Of Sanity were always willing to bow to the commands of their lord, however this time Redemption was excited over something. Oracle stepped forwards with a questioning glance.::
Oracle: We are here our lord. What can we do to serve?
Redemption: I want the portal opened to this spot.....Move boy, we don't have that much time...
::Oracle is shoved forward by Redemption forcefully, and he nearly falls into the now mirky water that seems to have stood still on one frame of a bigger picture. Oracle places his hands out in front of him, causeing himself to stop short of the plunge, and then reaches down into the water with a glance to Redemption who watches on in enthusiasm. Oracle's hands begin to glow an odd yellow plasmatic color, and then as the water begins to bubble...it also glows the eery color. Redemption then turns to the others in the room...::
Redemption: We're making a little trip to earth...I'll explain upon our arrival....
::Press nods, and directs the others towards the well. He is the first to take a step into the water that pulls around him. Then Salvation. The two are suddenly sucked downwards into the water where they will be dispersed on the other side. Then the rest of them, untill Redemption is the only one left in the room. He grows a slight smile across his face, as he steps forwards.::
Redemption: No Mr. Skylar, Ryo isn't the destroyer. I am.
::With that, Redemption also fades down into the water...transported to another spot...in another world. The Destination, Earth. Reason, Ryosuke Mitsirugi.::
JUNE 1st, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
THE LOS ANGELES, ST. JODES HOSPITAL
BROKEN GLADIATOR: 10:15a.m.
::Johnny Storm lays in the hospital bed silently, his forehead stapled shut from a gash that appears to be a smile. It has been two days. Two days...the Gladiator Championship Belt lay over in the chair, as Johnny Storm lay in the hostpiatl bed awaiting his next batch of shots. He had done something breath taking....crazy...insane...Stupid! Johnny Storm had flung himself off the top of the rafters all the way down..(ahem)...through the ring to the concrete. Dark Tiger & Storm were carted off to The Los Angeles St. Jodes Hospital where they conducted immediate tests for any permanent damage. Luckily for Johnny, there was nothing broken. Several things bruised however, including a ruptured disc in his back. The stunt was completely uncalled for, but in several ways for Johnny Storm it was. So as such, Johnny Storm knew he was the undesputed Gladiator Champion. Dark Tiger could say all he wanted to about retiring.....but he didn't get the title. He didn't take it from it's rightful owner. Johnny Storm was truely the undesputed Gladiator Champion....and anyone who stood in his way, he was prepared to steam roll right over. Goliath? One more time eh? That's the way they like to do it....work this like it's some sort of angle. LIke I hate him or something.....Like I want his blood all over me one more time like it was the first time he faced me for a title. What makes the front office think anything has changed since then? The truth is, Johnny Storm has beat Dark Tiger....the supposed best. Johnny Storm has become the best. Who needs the Maximus Title? Who needs the Olympic Title? Who needs the Legion Tag Team Titles? That's right folks, Johnny Storm has held every title he is eligable for.....making history in the GWA the way only Johnny Storm can.
Storm eyes focused on the white squares up at the cealing, as he lay back in his pillow. The sound of the nurse entering doesn't budge him, as he continues to stare straight ahead. The shuffleing sound to his side doesn't bother him, it's one he had heard for awhile. Now it was true he was not healed, but he had every intentions of being out of the hospital when it was all said and done. He had been air flown here after his request to be in LA. The GWA's next event would take place at the Staples Arena, and Johnny Storm would be there to take on one of the big guys. Goliath. There is now a sound comeing from the seat, as if the nurse had sat down. That had never happened before, and when Storm turns to see what's going on..he is surprised to see Eric Rayne.::
::Johnny Storm's face is one of shock, but then turns to a half smile....but then at the thought of Eric Rayne...the after thought of Scarlett Rayne Sengir rings out clear through Storm's mind. He feels the pain swell into his soul, but it's not the pain of the injuries. Storm looks away from Eric with a hurt stricken face, and Eric stands now..his smile changing to a frown. He starts to press the nurse button, but Storm grabs his hand...throwing it away from the signaler. Storm then looks back up with destressed eyes, and Eric feels the question coming. The very question he had not planned on having so soon, but the question he knew was enevitable. Why was he even here? Who was Johnny Storm to him? .....Who was this man who has single handedly destroyed the family Eric treasured so much? Johnny Storm had destroyed Jared, the father of his nephew...this point screamed out at Eric, and his own face twists in rage, and he plops back down now...his eyes focused on Storm. Thoughts rolling through his head of the past few nights events. Perhaps the most important question of all however, is the one that Eric thinks of last...and it calms his rage for the moment. Who was Johnny Storm to his sister Scarlett Sengir? Johnny Storm's pain stricken face stares up at the cealing, as he clinches the bed sheets in his fists. He then leans forward, the shooting pain of the ruptured disc in his back rushing through his body. He cringes, but it's nothing compared to the pain in his heart. He turns to Eric with the same pleading eyes as earlier, and opens his mouth to speak. However, Eric cuts him off with the best thing he can offer him.::
Eric Rayne: I don't know Johnny....
Johnny Storm: She told me something about Boston....
::Eric's face turns to surprise, but then fades. She had told him about Boston....this was very much like her. That information alone could be the downfall of the Legacy if anyone ever came to find out what they were planning on doing.(see Scarlett's RP for what's going on in the Legacy: side note bob) Who was this man? In the shortest time he was able to disrupt the natural order of the way things were normally done. Or normal as a Legacy Member can get. Scarlett obviously trusted him, but where did that trust come from? What is their connection?
By Storm reaction to the inactivity of Eric in his conversation, Johnny slams his fist down against the tray beside his bed causing the hospital food brought in that day to fly into the air and land on the floor. This brings Eric's attention right back to Storm, and his thoughts are of spoiled rich boy. Storm looks to him with determined eyes this time.::
Johnny Storm: I want to know...where is she? Why is she in Boston?
Eric Rayne: I can't give you that information...she's on an important case...
Johnny Storm: God Damn it....WHAT IS SHE DOING IN BOSTON? WHERE IS SHE IN BOSTON?
Eric Rayne: I don't know Johnny...
Johnny Storm: Don't shit my boy! I want the answers, or you may just get shit on!
Eric Rayne: You know Johnny...(stands as if to leave) ...you need your attitude adjusted just once.....and I think that would change your out look on things. To bad right now, that I'm busy....because it would be my pleasure.
::Eric starts to move towards the door, and Johnny Storm's rage flows through him. Before anything else can be said, and without warning...Storm lunges upwards out of the bed driveing Eric into the door hard with a thud. Eric's forehead strikes the door facing, as Storm reaches up angrily with the I.V. sticking out of his arm......the tube still attached from where he jerked it out of the wall. He pulls back hard, catching Eric by the neck...Storm in a wild state yanks causing Eric to gag from the strain of no oxygen.::
Johnny Storm: All you have to do Eric...is tell me where Scarlett is...
::Eric lets out a gurgle from in under the grip of the physically fit Gladiator Champion. Storm's muscles bulge out of his arms, as he tightens the strain..and then slowly allows it some freedom from around Eric's neck.::
Johnny Storm: Now what was that Eric? I didn't here you...
Eric Rayne: go to hell....
Johnny Storm: What was that Eric? Huh?
Eric Rayne: I said.....GO TO HELL!!!
::With that, Eric flings his fist forward striking Storm right across the nose. Storm releases the strangle hold compltely now, and Eric turns to face him with a stiff side kick to the gut that keel's him over. Then a swift knee to the face sends Johnny up into the air and backwards down onto his back hard. The ruptured disc sending a shot of pain through his body. Eric looks angrily to Johnny, and rubs at his neck. The contemplation of kicking the man while he's down crosses his mind....but in the end Eric was a gentleman. And would not stoop to such travesties unless necessary. Eric begins to turn towards the door, but he soon finds that Storm has no such quams. Johnny's fist is buried within Eric Rayne's crotch, causing the man to keel over to the ground holding himself. The pain is immeasurable, as he holds his area. Storm gets to his feet, holding his back as he does.....and then begins delivering foot ball like kicks to Eric's rib cage with pin point accuracy.::
Johnny Storm: Make it easy on yourself Eric...Answer my fucking question!
Eric Rayne: (blood moving out of his mouth now from inside) Johnny...I'm going to give you something you rarely ever got as a boy...
Johnny Storm: And what's that Eric...I want to know about Scarlett!
Eric Rayne: Well...you will hear from Scarlett in a couple of days if she wants to talk to you. If not that's not my buisness. However what I'm going to give you from what your childhood was lacking....well that's an ass whipping!!
::Eric grabs skillfully at Storm's leg, and jerks his feet out from in under him causing him to come crashing down into the tray table next to the bed. The tray bounces across the floor causing a loud ruckas, as Eric gets to his feet, and mounts Storm...holding his shoulders down with his knee's. He then in turn begins pounding unmercifully at Johnny Storm's face. The loud sound of packed meat being pressed in by bone rang out in the room...and as Eric finally got up to his feet....Storm lay there now..his forehead once again busted wide open, and worse than before. Storm lets out a groggy groan, as Eric dusts his suit off, and takes a step back to review his handiwork. Storm unbelievably starts to get up to his feet, and gets into a seated position on the bed. Eric reviews him calmly, to see if the beating had had an effect on his attitude. Storm however did nothing but look up through a blood filled face. Eric grimaces a little at the sight of his own work, and as he starts to approach Storm brings the food tray quickly right across Eric's face.....shattering all over the room. Eric drops down into the chair luckily, as Storm reaches over and begins punching at him in much the same fashion as Eric had him. After several blows...to which Eric can not block.....Storm releases Eric, and takes a step back himself. Eric lay there in the chair, his own face busted open now in various spots. Storm takes a step forward with his fist balled up, but a stiff kick by Eric sends him back over to the bed hard. Eric get's to his feet, but Storm is there to meet him. They both take each other by the collar at about the same time and draw back for another hard blow....but instead the door swings open...and there stands a large figured lady in a nurses uniform. She looks on in dismay as the two look to her, both their faces bloodied. She then throws her hands up wildly.::
Nurse: ACK!! Are you boys daft!! What in the hell are you doin'?
::Johnn & Eric both exchange a glance to each other, and then over to the nurse again. They release their grips on each others shirts....and then turn to face the nurse.::
Johnny Storm: We are wrestlers.....we...we.were...were......
Eric Rayne: Wrestling...yeah. We were practicing....
Johnny Storm: Yeah...(nods) Practice makes perfect....
Eric Rayne: mmm Hmmm.....
::The nurse watches on as if the two are idiots, and then calls for more nurses to first: clean up the mess, and second: to clean up the men. Finally Eric is able to get out of the door, and Storm is returned to his bed, but his thoughts now were mixed. Why had Scarlett not told me where she was going in Boston? Why did she want to keep this from me? It's just a case... why is it such a secret.
JUNE 4th, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
THE LOS ANGELES, ST. JODES HOSPITAL
THE RANT, THE RIP, & THE RAVE: 11:33a.m.
::Johnny Storm steps out of the hostpital, holding his back slightly...the ruptured disc much better than before, but still nagging. Storm starts towards the limo that is parked outside awaiting him, and the liscence plate on the front says "GWA 1" on it. The driver opens the door, and Storm slowly slides down into the seat...making sure to mind his injured back. He closes his eyes at the throbing feeling in his shoulders, and as he opens them slowly...across from him he see's Ross Bobby. Storm jumps at the sight of him, and looks towards him disgust.::
Johnny Storm: JESUS ROSS!! I Just got out of the hospital...seeing your ugly ass will put somebody back there!!!
Ross Bobby:(with a snide look) Ha Ha Ha Mr. Storm. Steven Fury sent me here, said he needed me to get an interview with the New Gladiator Champion. So here I am..
Johnny Storm: And here you are...Damn. Why not Howard..or Leon...
Ross Bobby: Cause they aren't as good..now can we get down to buisness...
Johnny Storm:(with surprise) You want to get down to buisness. Wow..this must be important. What's the deal?
Ross Bobby: Nothing really...I just don't like being around you.
Johnny Storm: ooooo Touche`! Well get on with it bitch, cause the feeling is deffinently mutual...
Ross Bobby: FINE! The camera's already rolling, and it's ready to go. So let me clear my throat...(starts aheming and what not)
Johnny Storm: Got a little build up eh Ross...deap throats and all.
::Storm grins, but Ross just looks to him with a snarled lip.::
Ross Bobby: (in a surprisedly professional manner) Well..Hello Fans, welcome to the GWA TV. I'm Ross Bobby, and right now I'm in a limo with the NEWLY CROWNED GLADIATOR CHAMPION!! "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. So Mr. Storm..you are facing Goliath in your very first Title Defense, but many people were wondering...why in the hell did you proceed to deliver that massive Fantasticator from the raftors...I mean...that was suicidal!!
Johnny Storm: Why did I do it Ross? Jesus...I told you I was going to do it. I tried to tell everyone. That's the problem with the spam sucking trailor park trash of the GWA!! THEY DON'T F*CKING LISTEN!! I Said that I would do ANYTHING for the Gladiator Title. To become the Champion. Do you know what anything means ross. In the dictionary, it states that the term means: Any Thing Whatever!
That means...that I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU STUPID F*CK! Now I could see it in Dark Tiger's eyes...he wanted it. He wanted to keep that title. He was good, but he wasn't me! I said I would do anything, and I proved it. I threw us off the side....because I needed to make that point. Jimmy Jackson, Goliath, Sonny Miavia Devine, Rayne...ANYONE who wants the challenge, can step up to take it. But you saw Dark Tiger.....you saw what I did to him. I will do the same to you. I would do anything for this title, and now....I'll do anything to keep it! Does that answer your f*cking assanine question Ross?
Ross Bobby: (with a worried look on his face) Yeah... so...your thoughts on Goliath as the Number One contendor.
Johnny Storm: You know, Goliath is probably going to come out here and act like it matters. LIke he matters for instance. He honestly believes that I have some sort of reason to fear him. Does it look like I fear people Ross? I did not fear to throw myself off of a raftor just to put a man down. Do you think that I will fear you. Do you think that I give half a shit what this match means to you. Do you know what this match means to me Goliath? It means a title defense. That's it. I walk in the champion, I walk out. I don't give a shit who it is...I'll do it with anyone who wants to challenge me for this belt. You people actually believe I have fear for anyone in this sport. I am this f*cking sport! I am the one who perfected this dance..who made it what it is today. I am working my ass off to keep the GWA the number one place in wrestling television, and the rest of you lazy fucks are comeing out here and half assedly walking around with your noses in the air when you can't even beat your way out of a paper bag. I don't give a shit what you people think. The more you hate me, the more I love it. The money, the power, the belt..it all goes hand in hand.
I am a true champion. What makes a man a champion Ross? A belt? Nah...I don't need this belt to prove that I'm the best. I proved that by jumping from that raftor. I proved it by doing ANYTHING I had to do to get this belt! And you know what...I'll prove it everytime I step out of that enterance way, and i walk that aile to the ring.....because I'll do Anything to keep that belt as well! Goliath...you think I hate you? You think I dislike you? You think I care about you? Do you think I fear you? Goliath..I don't even know you! But I will tell you this...I will walk over you if that's what it takes to keep this title. I don't give a shit how big you are bud, cause if I scoop your eye out onto your face..and then punch you in it...you know what's going to happen? Well...it's the same thing that happens to everyone else.....you'll hit the mat, and cry like a BITCH! I am not going in here to lose. I didn't lose the Maximus belt, and I won't lose this one. It's nothing personal Goliath. I attacked you before, because you wanted to open your mouth. Go ahead..open your mouth a little more. You are only burrying your self kid. And after wednsday, I willl bury you.
I don't need a reason to loathe you to hurt you Goliath. Everyone seems to be confused about that. I hate no one in this buisness, but everyone hates me. I am a buisnessman. I do what must be done, and what must be done Goliath, is for me to put you down. You are a monster, I am the hunter. Oh yes...I am the hunter. I know you like to think cause you are the challenger that you are hunter, and that I am the prey. But make no mistake....you are my prey. I am the only predator here. I don't care how you like to think about it...I want your blood. I want you down on the mat....screaming in agony. and after it's all said and done....my hand will be raised Goliath. Because I AM the GLADIATOR CHAMPION! I AM "MR. FANTASTIC"! I AM JOHNNY STORM!! But most importantly...I am the Lord of this dance, and I'm Not talking that River Shit Either!
I have no advice for you Goliath. You have stepped into something that you can't get out of. You have stepped into my sights. You may think that I'm in yours, but I promise you.....that you are in mine. I am going to hold you steady in them, fumbling with the trigger.....and then...I'm going to pull...and you are going to be struck so hard...so fast...that you won't even realize where it came from. You are going to wish...and I do mean WISH!..that you had never accepted this challenge. I am going to hunt you down now, and you are going to be put down. I am not going to just beat you this time Goliath...this time I'm out to prove a point. I'm going to do what I did to Dark Tiger. I'm going to do what I did to Anton Rayge. I'm going to End You. And in the end..you will end up just like all the rest....
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!
::Storm stops talking, and Ross instinctively turns off the camera knowing that the interview was over. The limo dropped Ross off at the production center near the Staples Arena, and then proceeded towards the LA Storm Estate. Now the main house in Charlotte had been taken by the IRS untill Storm could pay for the taxes, but the LA house, was less expensive, and was able to be saved off of Storm Corporation's profits. The limo within about 30 minuetes reaches the front door of the large mansion type house. He smiles at his beautiful surroundings, and starts towards the front of the large complex. At the front door, the butler,James, opened up the door before Storm could get there, and gave him a very strange look.::
James: Dear Sir...how did you get outside, and in different clothes so quick?
Johnny Storm: What? I've been out here this whole time...I just came from the Staples Arena...
James: No Sir...you were just here five minuetes ago.
Johnny Storm: James...are you feeling ok?
James: Fine sir....
Johnny Storm: and you say that I was...
::Storm doesn't finish the last sentence as his mind suddenly switches on. He shoves James out of the way quickly, and takes off running towards the inside of the house. He angrily walks around the main conclave where his footsteps echo through out the halls. He looks from side to side, and then up and all around the balcony. HIs heart races..and his eyes flare. This was the same one who he had an encounter with. The same one that had stolen his money. The same one that he would like to see dead. Storm looks around the area a few more times, and then see's a flash of black cloak move around the hallway leading to the balcony. Storm waists no time rushing towards the balcony, as he looks down onto the steps leading down to the beach front. Storm chases down the steps, and finally..spots a cloaked man running towards a boat, pulled on shore. Storm chases as fast as he can, as the man reaches the boat..and pulls it into the water. He pulls at the motor, and then listens as it ignites. Storm reaches the edge of the water just as the boat takes off, the black cloak flapping in the sea breeze as the man escapes. Storm breathes heavily, and watches on in destain as the boat gets further and further away from him. Suddenly...Storm's eyes become heavy...and his eyes roll into the back of his head as his body hits the sand with a thud. Water rushes up onto his feet, and legs, as he lay there seemingly unconscious. No one around to do anything about the rising tide.::
MAY 31st, 2001
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
BACK ALLEY SOMEWHERE
SEEK & DESTROYER: 1:25a.m.
::With a bright flash of light, 6 gothic looking figures emerge from a circle that has appeared in the fabric of time & space....allowing them access to the world. Redemption steps into the street light, and the scary thing is...in New York City...even he didn't look to out of place. His red glowing eyes washed over the charred spot on the ground out in front of him as he looks around the area. They had not gotten here in time. This was disturbing. He wanted the power he had seen through the well. It was time...the earth was ready. The beast was ready. Redemption...was ready. He sniffed the air, and then he stepped over and jerked the chain connected to the beautiful Salvation's colar around her neck. Press, her normal gaurdian & former lover before her feral change....watches on in wonder as Redemption drags her like a scolded pup over to the charred spots on the pavement. He shoves her face down into the charred smell that is the remains of some sort of earth shattering explosion through New York. This was the point of origin. No doubts about that. Salvation sniffs at the area, and then looks to Redemption with a questioning glance. She coo's at his soft touch against her hair as if she were a trusted pet. She nuzzles his fingers as he strokes her softly. He then reaches down, and for the first time since her change..he unhooks the chain connected to her collar, and kneel's down beside her. She looks to him with question as he holds her collar by his fingertips.::
Redemption: Find the boy girl...I want you to bring him back to me. Understand..
::Although a growl comes forth when she opens her mouth, her eyes say she understands him completely. She then sniffs the area again, and as Redemption stands to his feet, he releases his hold on her Collar. She takes off in a thrust of speed on all fours, untill pushing herself up to two feet, and swiftly moving with speeds that no oridinary human could possess. As she disappears down the street, Redemption turns back to Press who watches after her the entire way.::
Redemption: Do not worry. This was what she was created for.
Press: I do not doubt your word Master. I only hope she remains safe...
Redemption: Ah Press...my dear, dear boy. Haven't you figured this out yet...after all your time with me?
Press: What Master do you speak of?
Redemption:(with glowing red eyes that wash over Press and cause him to buckle) No one is safe!
::With that, Redemption nods to Oracle, who opens his hands....and forms a portal like the one that they had arrived in. Redemption gives the charred spot another glance, and then moves into the portal with the others. With a wave of Oracle's hands the portal closes behind them, and they are transported back to The Great Unknown.
Times are bleak. The destroyer walks the earth, and now Redemption..the very angel that brings about the end of this world...is after that power for himself. How is it that Johnny Storm fits into all of this....as the carrier of the seed of satan. Where Redemption should grow, but can not because of Storm's spirit. Where is Scarlett Rayne Sengir....and why do Storm & She have a connection. When will Storm & the copy repeat their battle. All good questions...without answers. For now.::
THE END...
NOT F*CKING LIKELY!!
THE GREAT UNKNOWN
THE SEEING WELL ROOM, REDEMPTION'S CITIDAL
NEW DEVELOPMENTS: NO TIME
::Redemption stands tall over the seeing well with a look of anger etched in his face. For five days straight he had been here. No one allowed within. His eyes study the pool, which in a single ripple can cause anyone to see the events of Earth. At any time, or any place. Redemption for these past five days has stood over this well, and watched the events unfold in the GWA in an attempt to find the answers in which he seeks. He moves a few times back and forth...his solid black mass of cloak flapping in an unfelt wind. He had not found the bitch that had stolen his plans from out from in under him. He hated the waiting. It was his time...his time to get out of his prison, and release the Armageddon on the earth. Redemption was in reality not the bad guy here. Redemption was simply following orders...orders that came straight from the most highest position. God himself. Redemption was no demon. He was not the devil. He was an angel. One of the main angels, the angel that would sound the seven trumpets, that would break the seven seals of the earth. Bringing armageddon, and opening up the flood gates of what most phillosophers wish to catagorize as hell...however it is really here. The place where he is master. The Gates of the Great Unknown. This is where the beast was kept.....and upon that day...upon the final trumpet sound, and the seventh seals break...the gate will open and the Horsemen of the Apocalypse will be brought upon the world...and once the destruction is done..they will form together....causeing the final part of the prophecy of God. The Beast. The beast will come forth as a formed vessel from the dark riders, and ravage the land...takeing anyone with the mark 666. Redemption was not evil. Redemption was not even wrong. He was simply a soldier in the service of God, and his ambition was fueld by the prophecy that is stated by the bible.
Redemption's eyes narrow in on the well, as the scene of Johnny Storm & Scarlett Rayne Sengir making love begins to fade within the ripple. Redemption stops paceing from side to side, and slowly approaches the well once again. He peers into the bowl of the well, and the water settles to form a new picture. A young man of Japanese origin...Redemption knew him from somewhere. The young man was recieving a very hard beating from a caucasion man. His back to the way the well is turning. Shots are fired from a gun into the Japanese boys chest...and then unloaded after a few words into his head. Redemption watched on with a wondering eye....as the caucasion man turns to face the well's view. Redemptions eyes opened widely. How could this be.....Skylar Thomas.....was dead. Even Angels didn't know everything.....the only one who knew that was God. Skylar Thomas turns his back on the bloodied young man, as he leaves a trail of blood all the way here he is shoved into the dumpster by four hired goons. Redemption's eyes open widely, and looks the well over in an attempt to understand what happens next. The blood begins to move....the men watch in awe as it slides across the concrete and up into the dumpster where the Japanese boy had been placed. Suddenly the top of the dumpster shot open, and the darkness was replaced with an odd green glow. The chains moved with unbelievable speed and wrapped around two of the goon's necks. They begin to scream, as Redemptions watchful eyes suddenly become soft...a smile spreading across his lips. The green glow consumes the men, flaying the flesh from their muscles & bone....as if in a degeneration process of life. Skylar stands awestruck as Redemption watches on in the well of seeing. The chains suddenly shot back into the dumpster, and a hand moves to the edge of the dumpster....and Ryosuke Mitsirugi appears pulling himself out of the dumpster. Skylar's eyes grow wide, as Redemption watches what he says..."He is the Destroyer." Redemptions eyes grow wild, as he watches Ryo take a few steps from the dumpster, his feet fumbling across the pavement. Redemption then throws his cloak open wildly, causing the Well to change...allowing a wierd powder to drop into the water. The water begins to glow, as Redemption points to a rope along the wall, and with an unseen force the rope is pulled causeing a bell to ring through out the stone corridors of the huge citadel. Redemption doesn't have to wait long, before Salvation, Press, Flameing Youth, Oracle, and Revelation were ready and willing to serve. The Frayed Ends Of Sanity were always willing to bow to the commands of their lord, however this time Redemption was excited over something. Oracle stepped forwards with a questioning glance.::
Oracle: We are here our lord. What can we do to serve?
Redemption: I want the portal opened to this spot.....Move boy, we don't have that much time...
::Oracle is shoved forward by Redemption forcefully, and he nearly falls into the now mirky water that seems to have stood still on one frame of a bigger picture. Oracle places his hands out in front of him, causeing himself to stop short of the plunge, and then reaches down into the water with a glance to Redemption who watches on in enthusiasm. Oracle's hands begin to glow an odd yellow plasmatic color, and then as the water begins to bubble...it also glows the eery color. Redemption then turns to the others in the room...::
Redemption: We're making a little trip to earth...I'll explain upon our arrival....
::Press nods, and directs the others towards the well. He is the first to take a step into the water that pulls around him. Then Salvation. The two are suddenly sucked downwards into the water where they will be dispersed on the other side. Then the rest of them, untill Redemption is the only one left in the room. He grows a slight smile across his face, as he steps forwards.::
Redemption: No Mr. Skylar, Ryo isn't the destroyer. I am.
::With that, Redemption also fades down into the water...transported to another spot...in another world. The Destination, Earth. Reason, Ryosuke Mitsirugi.::
JUNE 1st, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
THE LOS ANGELES, ST. JODES HOSPITAL
BROKEN GLADIATOR: 10:15a.m.
::Johnny Storm lays in the hospital bed silently, his forehead stapled shut from a gash that appears to be a smile. It has been two days. Two days...the Gladiator Championship Belt lay over in the chair, as Johnny Storm lay in the hostpiatl bed awaiting his next batch of shots. He had done something breath taking....crazy...insane...Stupid! Johnny Storm had flung himself off the top of the rafters all the way down..(ahem)...through the ring to the concrete. Dark Tiger & Storm were carted off to The Los Angeles St. Jodes Hospital where they conducted immediate tests for any permanent damage. Luckily for Johnny, there was nothing broken. Several things bruised however, including a ruptured disc in his back. The stunt was completely uncalled for, but in several ways for Johnny Storm it was. So as such, Johnny Storm knew he was the undesputed Gladiator Champion. Dark Tiger could say all he wanted to about retiring.....but he didn't get the title. He didn't take it from it's rightful owner. Johnny Storm was truely the undesputed Gladiator Champion....and anyone who stood in his way, he was prepared to steam roll right over. Goliath? One more time eh? That's the way they like to do it....work this like it's some sort of angle. LIke I hate him or something.....Like I want his blood all over me one more time like it was the first time he faced me for a title. What makes the front office think anything has changed since then? The truth is, Johnny Storm has beat Dark Tiger....the supposed best. Johnny Storm has become the best. Who needs the Maximus Title? Who needs the Olympic Title? Who needs the Legion Tag Team Titles? That's right folks, Johnny Storm has held every title he is eligable for.....making history in the GWA the way only Johnny Storm can.
Storm eyes focused on the white squares up at the cealing, as he lay back in his pillow. The sound of the nurse entering doesn't budge him, as he continues to stare straight ahead. The shuffleing sound to his side doesn't bother him, it's one he had heard for awhile. Now it was true he was not healed, but he had every intentions of being out of the hospital when it was all said and done. He had been air flown here after his request to be in LA. The GWA's next event would take place at the Staples Arena, and Johnny Storm would be there to take on one of the big guys. Goliath. There is now a sound comeing from the seat, as if the nurse had sat down. That had never happened before, and when Storm turns to see what's going on..he is surprised to see Eric Rayne.::
::Johnny Storm's face is one of shock, but then turns to a half smile....but then at the thought of Eric Rayne...the after thought of Scarlett Rayne Sengir rings out clear through Storm's mind. He feels the pain swell into his soul, but it's not the pain of the injuries. Storm looks away from Eric with a hurt stricken face, and Eric stands now..his smile changing to a frown. He starts to press the nurse button, but Storm grabs his hand...throwing it away from the signaler. Storm then looks back up with destressed eyes, and Eric feels the question coming. The very question he had not planned on having so soon, but the question he knew was enevitable. Why was he even here? Who was Johnny Storm to him? .....Who was this man who has single handedly destroyed the family Eric treasured so much? Johnny Storm had destroyed Jared, the father of his nephew...this point screamed out at Eric, and his own face twists in rage, and he plops back down now...his eyes focused on Storm. Thoughts rolling through his head of the past few nights events. Perhaps the most important question of all however, is the one that Eric thinks of last...and it calms his rage for the moment. Who was Johnny Storm to his sister Scarlett Sengir? Johnny Storm's pain stricken face stares up at the cealing, as he clinches the bed sheets in his fists. He then leans forward, the shooting pain of the ruptured disc in his back rushing through his body. He cringes, but it's nothing compared to the pain in his heart. He turns to Eric with the same pleading eyes as earlier, and opens his mouth to speak. However, Eric cuts him off with the best thing he can offer him.::
Eric Rayne: I don't know Johnny....
Johnny Storm: She told me something about Boston....
::Eric's face turns to surprise, but then fades. She had told him about Boston....this was very much like her. That information alone could be the downfall of the Legacy if anyone ever came to find out what they were planning on doing.(see Scarlett's RP for what's going on in the Legacy: side note bob) Who was this man? In the shortest time he was able to disrupt the natural order of the way things were normally done. Or normal as a Legacy Member can get. Scarlett obviously trusted him, but where did that trust come from? What is their connection?
By Storm reaction to the inactivity of Eric in his conversation, Johnny slams his fist down against the tray beside his bed causing the hospital food brought in that day to fly into the air and land on the floor. This brings Eric's attention right back to Storm, and his thoughts are of spoiled rich boy. Storm looks to him with determined eyes this time.::
Johnny Storm: I want to know...where is she? Why is she in Boston?
Eric Rayne: I can't give you that information...she's on an important case...
Johnny Storm: God Damn it....WHAT IS SHE DOING IN BOSTON? WHERE IS SHE IN BOSTON?
Eric Rayne: I don't know Johnny...
Johnny Storm: Don't shit my boy! I want the answers, or you may just get shit on!
Eric Rayne: You know Johnny...(stands as if to leave) ...you need your attitude adjusted just once.....and I think that would change your out look on things. To bad right now, that I'm busy....because it would be my pleasure.
::Eric starts to move towards the door, and Johnny Storm's rage flows through him. Before anything else can be said, and without warning...Storm lunges upwards out of the bed driveing Eric into the door hard with a thud. Eric's forehead strikes the door facing, as Storm reaches up angrily with the I.V. sticking out of his arm......the tube still attached from where he jerked it out of the wall. He pulls back hard, catching Eric by the neck...Storm in a wild state yanks causing Eric to gag from the strain of no oxygen.::
Johnny Storm: All you have to do Eric...is tell me where Scarlett is...
::Eric lets out a gurgle from in under the grip of the physically fit Gladiator Champion. Storm's muscles bulge out of his arms, as he tightens the strain..and then slowly allows it some freedom from around Eric's neck.::
Johnny Storm: Now what was that Eric? I didn't here you...
Eric Rayne: go to hell....
Johnny Storm: What was that Eric? Huh?
Eric Rayne: I said.....GO TO HELL!!!
::With that, Eric flings his fist forward striking Storm right across the nose. Storm releases the strangle hold compltely now, and Eric turns to face him with a stiff side kick to the gut that keel's him over. Then a swift knee to the face sends Johnny up into the air and backwards down onto his back hard. The ruptured disc sending a shot of pain through his body. Eric looks angrily to Johnny, and rubs at his neck. The contemplation of kicking the man while he's down crosses his mind....but in the end Eric was a gentleman. And would not stoop to such travesties unless necessary. Eric begins to turn towards the door, but he soon finds that Storm has no such quams. Johnny's fist is buried within Eric Rayne's crotch, causing the man to keel over to the ground holding himself. The pain is immeasurable, as he holds his area. Storm gets to his feet, holding his back as he does.....and then begins delivering foot ball like kicks to Eric's rib cage with pin point accuracy.::
Johnny Storm: Make it easy on yourself Eric...Answer my fucking question!
Eric Rayne: (blood moving out of his mouth now from inside) Johnny...I'm going to give you something you rarely ever got as a boy...
Johnny Storm: And what's that Eric...I want to know about Scarlett!
Eric Rayne: Well...you will hear from Scarlett in a couple of days if she wants to talk to you. If not that's not my buisness. However what I'm going to give you from what your childhood was lacking....well that's an ass whipping!!
::Eric grabs skillfully at Storm's leg, and jerks his feet out from in under him causing him to come crashing down into the tray table next to the bed. The tray bounces across the floor causing a loud ruckas, as Eric gets to his feet, and mounts Storm...holding his shoulders down with his knee's. He then in turn begins pounding unmercifully at Johnny Storm's face. The loud sound of packed meat being pressed in by bone rang out in the room...and as Eric finally got up to his feet....Storm lay there now..his forehead once again busted wide open, and worse than before. Storm lets out a groggy groan, as Eric dusts his suit off, and takes a step back to review his handiwork. Storm unbelievably starts to get up to his feet, and gets into a seated position on the bed. Eric reviews him calmly, to see if the beating had had an effect on his attitude. Storm however did nothing but look up through a blood filled face. Eric grimaces a little at the sight of his own work, and as he starts to approach Storm brings the food tray quickly right across Eric's face.....shattering all over the room. Eric drops down into the chair luckily, as Storm reaches over and begins punching at him in much the same fashion as Eric had him. After several blows...to which Eric can not block.....Storm releases Eric, and takes a step back himself. Eric lay there in the chair, his own face busted open now in various spots. Storm takes a step forward with his fist balled up, but a stiff kick by Eric sends him back over to the bed hard. Eric get's to his feet, but Storm is there to meet him. They both take each other by the collar at about the same time and draw back for another hard blow....but instead the door swings open...and there stands a large figured lady in a nurses uniform. She looks on in dismay as the two look to her, both their faces bloodied. She then throws her hands up wildly.::
Nurse: ACK!! Are you boys daft!! What in the hell are you doin'?
::Johnn & Eric both exchange a glance to each other, and then over to the nurse again. They release their grips on each others shirts....and then turn to face the nurse.::
Johnny Storm: We are wrestlers.....we...we.were...were......
Eric Rayne: Wrestling...yeah. We were practicing....
Johnny Storm: Yeah...(nods) Practice makes perfect....
Eric Rayne: mmm Hmmm.....
::The nurse watches on as if the two are idiots, and then calls for more nurses to first: clean up the mess, and second: to clean up the men. Finally Eric is able to get out of the door, and Storm is returned to his bed, but his thoughts now were mixed. Why had Scarlett not told me where she was going in Boston? Why did she want to keep this from me? It's just a case... why is it such a secret.
JUNE 4th, 2001
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
THE LOS ANGELES, ST. JODES HOSPITAL
THE RANT, THE RIP, & THE RAVE: 11:33a.m.
::Johnny Storm steps out of the hostpital, holding his back slightly...the ruptured disc much better than before, but still nagging. Storm starts towards the limo that is parked outside awaiting him, and the liscence plate on the front says "GWA 1" on it. The driver opens the door, and Storm slowly slides down into the seat...making sure to mind his injured back. He closes his eyes at the throbing feeling in his shoulders, and as he opens them slowly...across from him he see's Ross Bobby. Storm jumps at the sight of him, and looks towards him disgust.::
Johnny Storm: JESUS ROSS!! I Just got out of the hospital...seeing your ugly ass will put somebody back there!!!
Ross Bobby:(with a snide look) Ha Ha Ha Mr. Storm. Steven Fury sent me here, said he needed me to get an interview with the New Gladiator Champion. So here I am..
Johnny Storm: And here you are...Damn. Why not Howard..or Leon...
Ross Bobby: Cause they aren't as good..now can we get down to buisness...
Johnny Storm:(with surprise) You want to get down to buisness. Wow..this must be important. What's the deal?
Ross Bobby: Nothing really...I just don't like being around you.
Johnny Storm: ooooo Touche`! Well get on with it bitch, cause the feeling is deffinently mutual...
Ross Bobby: FINE! The camera's already rolling, and it's ready to go. So let me clear my throat...(starts aheming and what not)
Johnny Storm: Got a little build up eh Ross...deap throats and all.
::Storm grins, but Ross just looks to him with a snarled lip.::
Ross Bobby: (in a surprisedly professional manner) Well..Hello Fans, welcome to the GWA TV. I'm Ross Bobby, and right now I'm in a limo with the NEWLY CROWNED GLADIATOR CHAMPION!! "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. So Mr. Storm..you are facing Goliath in your very first Title Defense, but many people were wondering...why in the hell did you proceed to deliver that massive Fantasticator from the raftors...I mean...that was suicidal!!
Johnny Storm: Why did I do it Ross? Jesus...I told you I was going to do it. I tried to tell everyone. That's the problem with the spam sucking trailor park trash of the GWA!! THEY DON'T F*CKING LISTEN!! I Said that I would do ANYTHING for the Gladiator Title. To become the Champion. Do you know what anything means ross. In the dictionary, it states that the term means: Any Thing Whatever!
That means...that I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU STUPID F*CK! Now I could see it in Dark Tiger's eyes...he wanted it. He wanted to keep that title. He was good, but he wasn't me! I said I would do anything, and I proved it. I threw us off the side....because I needed to make that point. Jimmy Jackson, Goliath, Sonny Miavia Devine, Rayne...ANYONE who wants the challenge, can step up to take it. But you saw Dark Tiger.....you saw what I did to him. I will do the same to you. I would do anything for this title, and now....I'll do anything to keep it! Does that answer your f*cking assanine question Ross?
Ross Bobby: (with a worried look on his face) Yeah... so...your thoughts on Goliath as the Number One contendor.
Johnny Storm: You know, Goliath is probably going to come out here and act like it matters. LIke he matters for instance. He honestly believes that I have some sort of reason to fear him. Does it look like I fear people Ross? I did not fear to throw myself off of a raftor just to put a man down. Do you think that I will fear you. Do you think that I give half a shit what this match means to you. Do you know what this match means to me Goliath? It means a title defense. That's it. I walk in the champion, I walk out. I don't give a shit who it is...I'll do it with anyone who wants to challenge me for this belt. You people actually believe I have fear for anyone in this sport. I am this f*cking sport! I am the one who perfected this dance..who made it what it is today. I am working my ass off to keep the GWA the number one place in wrestling television, and the rest of you lazy fucks are comeing out here and half assedly walking around with your noses in the air when you can't even beat your way out of a paper bag. I don't give a shit what you people think. The more you hate me, the more I love it. The money, the power, the belt..it all goes hand in hand.
I am a true champion. What makes a man a champion Ross? A belt? Nah...I don't need this belt to prove that I'm the best. I proved that by jumping from that raftor. I proved it by doing ANYTHING I had to do to get this belt! And you know what...I'll prove it everytime I step out of that enterance way, and i walk that aile to the ring.....because I'll do Anything to keep that belt as well! Goliath...you think I hate you? You think I dislike you? You think I care about you? Do you think I fear you? Goliath..I don't even know you! But I will tell you this...I will walk over you if that's what it takes to keep this title. I don't give a shit how big you are bud, cause if I scoop your eye out onto your face..and then punch you in it...you know what's going to happen? Well...it's the same thing that happens to everyone else.....you'll hit the mat, and cry like a BITCH! I am not going in here to lose. I didn't lose the Maximus belt, and I won't lose this one. It's nothing personal Goliath. I attacked you before, because you wanted to open your mouth. Go ahead..open your mouth a little more. You are only burrying your self kid. And after wednsday, I willl bury you.
I don't need a reason to loathe you to hurt you Goliath. Everyone seems to be confused about that. I hate no one in this buisness, but everyone hates me. I am a buisnessman. I do what must be done, and what must be done Goliath, is for me to put you down. You are a monster, I am the hunter. Oh yes...I am the hunter. I know you like to think cause you are the challenger that you are hunter, and that I am the prey. But make no mistake....you are my prey. I am the only predator here. I don't care how you like to think about it...I want your blood. I want you down on the mat....screaming in agony. and after it's all said and done....my hand will be raised Goliath. Because I AM the GLADIATOR CHAMPION! I AM "MR. FANTASTIC"! I AM JOHNNY STORM!! But most importantly...I am the Lord of this dance, and I'm Not talking that River Shit Either!
I have no advice for you Goliath. You have stepped into something that you can't get out of. You have stepped into my sights. You may think that I'm in yours, but I promise you.....that you are in mine. I am going to hold you steady in them, fumbling with the trigger.....and then...I'm going to pull...and you are going to be struck so hard...so fast...that you won't even realize where it came from. You are going to wish...and I do mean WISH!..that you had never accepted this challenge. I am going to hunt you down now, and you are going to be put down. I am not going to just beat you this time Goliath...this time I'm out to prove a point. I'm going to do what I did to Dark Tiger. I'm going to do what I did to Anton Rayge. I'm going to End You. And in the end..you will end up just like all the rest....
FACE DOWN
ASS UP
IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN F*CKING BLOOD!!
::Storm stops talking, and Ross instinctively turns off the camera knowing that the interview was over. The limo dropped Ross off at the production center near the Staples Arena, and then proceeded towards the LA Storm Estate. Now the main house in Charlotte had been taken by the IRS untill Storm could pay for the taxes, but the LA house, was less expensive, and was able to be saved off of Storm Corporation's profits. The limo within about 30 minuetes reaches the front door of the large mansion type house. He smiles at his beautiful surroundings, and starts towards the front of the large complex. At the front door, the butler,James, opened up the door before Storm could get there, and gave him a very strange look.::
James: Dear Sir...how did you get outside, and in different clothes so quick?
Johnny Storm: What? I've been out here this whole time...I just came from the Staples Arena...
James: No Sir...you were just here five minuetes ago.
Johnny Storm: James...are you feeling ok?
James: Fine sir....
Johnny Storm: and you say that I was...
::Storm doesn't finish the last sentence as his mind suddenly switches on. He shoves James out of the way quickly, and takes off running towards the inside of the house. He angrily walks around the main conclave where his footsteps echo through out the halls. He looks from side to side, and then up and all around the balcony. HIs heart races..and his eyes flare. This was the same one who he had an encounter with. The same one that had stolen his money. The same one that he would like to see dead. Storm looks around the area a few more times, and then see's a flash of black cloak move around the hallway leading to the balcony. Storm waists no time rushing towards the balcony, as he looks down onto the steps leading down to the beach front. Storm chases down the steps, and finally..spots a cloaked man running towards a boat, pulled on shore. Storm chases as fast as he can, as the man reaches the boat..and pulls it into the water. He pulls at the motor, and then listens as it ignites. Storm reaches the edge of the water just as the boat takes off, the black cloak flapping in the sea breeze as the man escapes. Storm breathes heavily, and watches on in destain as the boat gets further and further away from him. Suddenly...Storm's eyes become heavy...and his eyes roll into the back of his head as his body hits the sand with a thud. Water rushes up onto his feet, and legs, as he lay there seemingly unconscious. No one around to do anything about the rising tide.::
MAY 31st, 2001
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
BACK ALLEY SOMEWHERE
SEEK & DESTROYER: 1:25a.m.
::With a bright flash of light, 6 gothic looking figures emerge from a circle that has appeared in the fabric of time & space....allowing them access to the world. Redemption steps into the street light, and the scary thing is...in New York City...even he didn't look to out of place. His red glowing eyes washed over the charred spot on the ground out in front of him as he looks around the area. They had not gotten here in time. This was disturbing. He wanted the power he had seen through the well. It was time...the earth was ready. The beast was ready. Redemption...was ready. He sniffed the air, and then he stepped over and jerked the chain connected to the beautiful Salvation's colar around her neck. Press, her normal gaurdian & former lover before her feral change....watches on in wonder as Redemption drags her like a scolded pup over to the charred spots on the pavement. He shoves her face down into the charred smell that is the remains of some sort of earth shattering explosion through New York. This was the point of origin. No doubts about that. Salvation sniffs at the area, and then looks to Redemption with a questioning glance. She coo's at his soft touch against her hair as if she were a trusted pet. She nuzzles his fingers as he strokes her softly. He then reaches down, and for the first time since her change..he unhooks the chain connected to her collar, and kneel's down beside her. She looks to him with question as he holds her collar by his fingertips.::
Redemption: Find the boy girl...I want you to bring him back to me. Understand..
::Although a growl comes forth when she opens her mouth, her eyes say she understands him completely. She then sniffs the area again, and as Redemption stands to his feet, he releases his hold on her Collar. She takes off in a thrust of speed on all fours, untill pushing herself up to two feet, and swiftly moving with speeds that no oridinary human could possess. As she disappears down the street, Redemption turns back to Press who watches after her the entire way.::
Redemption: Do not worry. This was what she was created for.
Press: I do not doubt your word Master. I only hope she remains safe...
Redemption: Ah Press...my dear, dear boy. Haven't you figured this out yet...after all your time with me?
Press: What Master do you speak of?
Redemption:(with glowing red eyes that wash over Press and cause him to buckle) No one is safe!
::With that, Redemption nods to Oracle, who opens his hands....and forms a portal like the one that they had arrived in. Redemption gives the charred spot another glance, and then moves into the portal with the others. With a wave of Oracle's hands the portal closes behind them, and they are transported back to The Great Unknown.
Times are bleak. The destroyer walks the earth, and now Redemption..the very angel that brings about the end of this world...is after that power for himself. How is it that Johnny Storm fits into all of this....as the carrier of the seed of satan. Where Redemption should grow, but can not because of Storm's spirit. Where is Scarlett Rayne Sengir....and why do Storm & She have a connection. When will Storm & the copy repeat their battle. All good questions...without answers. For now.::
THE END...
NOT F*CKING LIKELY!!