Post by Press1269 on Jan 31, 2016 6:25:28 GMT
I am so high...I could hear heaven....
I'm so high..I could hear heaven.
Whoa but Heaven, no Heaven don't hear me....
And they say that a Hero could save us, I'm not going to stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles...watch as we all fly away.
Someone told me that love would all save us.
But how can that be, look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, blood spilling...that world never came!
And they say that a Hero could save us, I'm not going to stand here and wait.
And now that the world isn't ending
it's love that I'm sending to you
It isn't the love of a hero, and that's why I fear it won't do!!
And they say that a Hero could save us, I'm not going to stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles....watch as we all fly way.
And their watching us, their watching us...as we all fly away.
And their watching us, their watching us...as we all fly away.
And their watching us, their watching us...as we all fly away.
....................................................................................................................................(Hero - Chad Kroeger w/ Josey Scott)
::Lightening streaks across the clouds as Press stares up into the open sky. Blue & Grey strewn across a black back drop, purple meshing into the other colors everytime it thunders. His large frame heaves in a deep breath as the wind's smelling of rain wash over him. The open field a dangerous place to experience it, yet...a place that he holds no fear. His eyes adjust to the darkness that has veiled across the countryside. A smile forms across his lips, the thunder rolling across the field of plains. He remembers this feeling...power, the surge of power. Lightening reaches out from the heavens, like the hand of GOD striking down upon him. The electricity surges through him, his shoulders doubling over into a hunched position. His eyes close tight..so tight it's as if they've been sawdered shut. His fingers envelope over themselves forming fists, as his muscles tense while the voltage seems to grow in power. Blood boils beneath skin, muscle grows in mass.....the change takes over him. It feeds him, indulges him..takes his desires of power, and makes them FLESH & BLOOD!!
Genesis - 2:7 - "And the Lord God formed man of the dust: of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being."
::The tight eyes blast open at the same time that his shoulders go from hunched to drawn back, his chest jutted out in open defiance. His fists out at his side as the electricity burns through him...his eyes molten orbs, fire breeding life within them. His mouth opens, and he breathes in the smoke filled air. It's as if he's been reborn anew, stumbling at first as the lamb does from it's mother. Soon he finds his legs, and sturdies himself...staring into the terrain through new eyes. Blood. A sea of blood, dripping down the fields. Killing Fields. Fields covered in the crimson host that now fuels his desires. His desire's replaced. No longer power....but BLOOD! Power he has achieved. Through this power they shall fall. All of them shall fall. The sinners. The weak minded fools that allow themselves to be drawn into Lucifer's wicked game! There is but One God, and he is Good! He is Great! He is Holy!! And He will be Victorious! Press closes his fists once more, taking in more breaths of the shattered air. Breathing it all in deep for he now knows no more pain. He knows not mortal troubles. The Mortal Coil has been stripped from him, his human sensor's raped. He is now in service. The Service of one of the many that Serve Our Lord. One of the Angels. An Arch-Angel. The very same angel that replaced Lucifer after the "Great Deception"! His name was given to him by God, handed down to him through the ages along with one of the greatest of all tasks. To wait. To watch. To dwell within The Great Unknown. Purgatory. Monitor the Souls, Monitor the living, Monitor the DEAD. His name came easily to the tongue, for what he stood for...was exactly what his namesake meant. Thunder struck once again through the cold air, this time..the force is so great..that it knocks the big man backwards off of his feet. Smoke fills the entire area, making it so that nothing can be seen. Press rubs his eyes, as he looks through the painful air. Cutting through it with his new sight.....only to see a figure. A massive figure. A Demon. An Angel. REDEMPTION!!::
::Press' jaw goes slack for a moment as he stares up into the demonic eyes of his former Master. The Arch-Angel known only as Redemption. The ruler of The Great Unknown. The Gate Keeper to the Armageddon, and The Beast, marked 666. Press leaned backwards as Redemption stalks forwards, coming closer and closer with his glowing yellow eyes, piercing into Press' soul. He shivers in under the gaze, a gaze he had known for nearly four years. A slave to the cause, a man with no choice. Or..so he thought. Redemption stops for a moment, staring down at Press who continues to try and back away. This time, the glowing eyes are less menacing...and more....pleading. Needing help. Needing release. Release. RELEASE!
A flash of lightening streaks across the sky, and Press stares upwards..his momentary fear taken away for a split second due to the thunder. His eyes look back to where Redemption had been looming over him, but now....was gone. Press looked around in confusion...and yet again, he was in the field by himself. The sounds of thunder continued off in the distance, but for right now....the rain here was quelled. Press pushed himself up to his feet, and brushed himself off. He takes in a breath, and this time..instead of smoke...it was sweet. He smiles, closing his eyes for a moment..relaxing in the sun that has now pushed it's way through the dark clouds. Suddenly, a loud crash causes his eyes to open once again in surprise. He stares about himself, and he recognizes the house where he had been only a few weeks ago. The Storm Estate. They were back out on the roof...that terrible roof. Fighting, rampaging. Redemption....and The Frayed Ends Of Sanity had layed seige to the Storm Estate, and took the fight all the way up to the roof!
**FLASH**
::Storm & Redemption's swords clank together wildly, as they make their way through two large double glass doors.....leading out to the courtyard patio that spans over the roof of the entire mansion. Storm takes more massive shots than Redemption, due to the sheer power the Sounding Angel. The two of them begin clanking the swords, and as the anger swells within both..and the battle rages..each clank of the sword causes an eerie ray of light. The two of them engage in an awesome amount of swordplay...pushing against each other to the limits of their abilities. The wild light show causes the entire night sky to light up with every clash of the swords. Out of the Double doors to the left of the dueling seeds, comes Eric Rayne, Scarlett Rayne, Rachel Winters..all rushing out onto the patio at once. On the other side....Press, Flaming Youth, Oracle, Revelation, and Salvation appear out of those glass doors.. As the entire group of spectators move to meet in the middle...they simply watch in awe as the two of them continue to go at it. With each swing of the sword, it seemed more and more inevitable for Johnny Storm's weakening.
Elsewhere, Derek Rayne lifts up the Bell of Girardius....a smile parching his lips. He slowly holds it out a way in front of him, and causes the bell to ring once. Out on the roof, Redemption lets out a loud yell as if struck by an unseen object, and Storm takes this chance to clash sword against bone but not enough to damage fatally. Redemption returns the heavy swings upon Storm, who is forced back towards a ledge.....trying to block off the skull shattering blows. Press begins to shake his head for a moment...rubbing his forehead as if not sure what to do in this situation. Help his master, or sit back and watch. Derek looks at the bell, and holds it up in front of him again.....allowing a second ring. Redemption stumbles backwards, letting out a loud bellow this time...looking around for this unseen attacker. But Storm diligently takes advantage once again, throwing the sword forwards into Redemption's chest. The Sword doesn't pierce the bone, but cuts deep causing Redemption to howl in pain. A swift back hand knocks Johnny Storm & his sword down to the ground. Redemption angrily throws a football like kick up into Storm's ribs causing him to roll forwards towards the ledge of the roof. Press & Youth both look to each other again in confusion...something was coming over them. Something strange....familiar....old...but not forgotten. Eric Rayne watches As Storm is kicked over and over again in the rib cage...rolling dangerously close to the edge. Scarlett gives Eric a pleading glance.::
Scarlett Rayne: Please...I love him.
::Eric looks to his sister who's eyes told the story of a woman infatuated with the man who was currently getting beaten to a pulp. Eric looked to Rachel who was unmoving...frozen within the feeling of it all. Eric then nods to Scarlett, and rushes forwards with her towards Redemption who continues his tirade of stomps upon Storm's body. Storm holds his rib cage...the Armor of little use at this moment. Blood pours from his lips because of injury from within. He was unsure what to do....as Redemption threw even more Kicks his way. Suddenly from out of no where Eric Rayne came rushing in on Redemption, catching him around the arm....spinning him, and throwing in a hard right hand that staggers the large angel. Storm slowly gets to his feet with the aide of Scarlett, as Eric continues to punch at Redemption's form in Dermot. Redemption begins waving off the punches, as he angrily grabs at Eric..and catches him around the collar of the shirt. He then flings him angrily towards the far wall, causing him to come to a halt as his back strikes the concrete. Storm staggers away from the ledge with Scarlett's help, but just as he is about to get in a safe distance.....Redemption throws his hand forward, and a gust of wind comes swooping down out of the heavens...pushing Scarlett right over the edge. She falls like what seems forever, but what is only a fraction of seconds...as she comes to a sudden stop..and she looks up to see Johnny Storm's firm grip around her arm. She reaches up and clutches at his arm as he exhaustively holds onto her. He turns back to see Redemption walking his way....a grin across his face at this predicament. Allow his lover to die, and possibly save his own skin.....or more than likely die, and her die as well too. Storm's grip holds fast as he watches Redemption lift the sword up onto his shoulder. He looks down at him with glowing red eyes, and his lets out a deep dark cackle that chills both Johnny & Scarlett to the bone.::
Redemption: Well boy...it appears that we finally made it to our destined crossroads. We have faced each other in a battle for the continuation for this world...and although I show contempt for you, it is just apart of my job. I serve our Lord, and it is time for the sounding angel to make his call. It is time for the Beast to inherit this earth. It is time for all of you to find REDEMPTION!!
::Press stares at the scene as if it were only yesterday. He shakes his head, and closes his eyes trying to forget the insanity of those moments. He remembered his thoughts at the moment of Redemption's proclamation.::
(*thoughts*) Dear God...please, just let this end. I serve you Lord, but don't do this. Don't let it be like this. I want my life back. I want this insanity to be over. I no longer wish to serve this man, whether he be a messenger or not! I WISH TO BE FREE!! I wish to be given the choice!! (*thoughts*)
::Press stares on blankly, as the final scenes of that night continue. Redemption's final gurgle of life on this plane of existence, and his exile from this earth. Press closes his eyes, and shakes his head..unsure of why he's been made to watch these events unfold again. Not sure what is happening to him even at this moment. Suddenly..a whisper breaks through the sudden silence as the scene is obviously over. Press' eyes open once again, and he is sitting within a pitch black surrounding. Nothingness surrounding him. The whisper is heard again as Press' eyes scrunch up. He stares forward, and listens intently..until the voice is heard clearly.::
Voice: Press......Press...Press.....PRESS.....PRESS!!
::Press eyes shoot open as he sits straight up in bed, sweating as if he had just ran a marathon. He stares around blankly for a moment, trying to get his barrings...and then finally, he rubs his eyes...clearing his vision. Sitting before him, is none other than Flaming Youth, fully clothed...staring.::
Flaming Youth: You were dreaming about...
::He stops before ever saying the name...not wanting to hear it out loud. HIs face says everything his voice wouldn't allow him to.::
Press: Yeah Kid. I was dreaming about that...
Flaming Youth: I...I kind of figured. Anyways, get up bro...catch a shower. I got us a spot on camera for the AW.
Press: Yeah, sure thing.
::The two of them go their separate ways, but the image is burned firmly in Press' mind. This wasn't just a dream. It meant something. Something that couldn't quite be explained. Something that was yet to come. Whatever it may be....let's hope that things can be put to rest in time for Saturday. Because on Illusion, there is no doubt that these two men will walk away with another victory. There is no doubt that these two men...will be crowned the Tag Team Champions of the AW!::