Post by Press1269 on Jan 31, 2016 6:33:10 GMT
For this RP to make sense...You must first read..
Duel Of Fates: (Featuring Johnny Storm, Scarlett Rayne, The Legacy & The Left Hand)
Begining A New Life(Part 5): Featuring Press & Flaming Youth
I've told you this once, can't control me. if you Try to take me down yuor
gonna break! I feel your heaven, I think that your due in for me. Im thinking
you are the measure of the way!
I stand Alone
Inside, I
stand alone.
Your always hideing, be-hind your so called goddess. So what? You dont think
that we can see your face. Resurected Back Before the final fallen. I'll never
rest untill, I can make my oun way. Im Not afraid of faden.
I stand alone.
You let your sting down inside me Im not dieing for it.
I stand Alone. Every thing that I believe, is faded.
I stand alone, inside I stand alone.
And now its my time. (now its my time)
Its my time to dream. (its my time to dream)
Dream of the skies. (Dream of the skies)
Make me belive that this place isnt plauged by the pioson in me.
Help me decide if my fire will burn out before you can breath.
Breath into Me!
....................................................................................................................................(I Stand Alone- Godsmack)
(It moves through the night with a new found confidence. Silent. Violence breeds within it's eyes, every breath brings that much more hate wtihin it. It gurgles as it watches it's prey step out of the car. A smile crosses it's lips as it moves forwards, the darkness masking it's presence. Invisiable till the very deed, just the way it liked it. It's tongue presses out, and licks it's lips at the anticipation of the moment. The rather large target moves to enter his hotel room, when the sound of movement causes him to stop.)
::"What the fuck was that?" Press thinks aloud as he turns to stare through out the parking lot of his hotel. Darkness. His eyes are wary as they fade left, and then right. Scanning the entire lot with suspicion. He then shrugs his shoulders, and turns towards the door...placing the card key within the electronic lock on the front. Just as the door pops open, the sound of a snarl can be heard from behind. Once again Press whirls around, yet again to see nothing. He sniffs the air.......sulfer. He curls up his nose at the smell, and then stares blankly at the night that has surrounded the parking lot. Press shakes his head, and then moves to enter the room.
Just then, a figure of incrediable speed lunges from the side catching Press around the midsection, and spears him to the ground. Press struggles as the being's breath hovers over his neck. Press is able to look up, just in time to see a set of fangs...along with two yellow glowing eyes. The sharp teeth move closer to Press' neck, and he finds himself using his forearm to hold the monster back before it's able to get a bite. The snarling beast glares down at him, hate, contempt within it's eyes. Press stares unbelieving into the demonic eyes, and then..with a harsh jolt to reality, Drives his knee into the being's crotch. The demonic face twists to one of pain, as Press now flings the creature off onto the cold asphault. Press pops up quickly, but the creature is that much more quicker as it has already sent it's fist flying in his directon. Press is able to take a step back as the blow barely glances his jaw, not inflicting to much damage. The being doesn't stop there, however. He moves once again, with amazing speed, with a straight forward punch to connect with Press' nose. Press this time has his eyes adjusted to the night, and is able to throw up a quick defense by flinging the creature's fist away with a block of his own wrist. A harsh slash of claws can be seen just as they connect with Press' midsection. He backs away holding his now bleeding ribcage, as he looks at the monster now within a street light.
Claws upon the end of his fingers.....built like a man, but the eyes of a demon. Fangs, and a blood thirsty attitude. The being holds his fingers up to his mouth, and a forked tongue reaches out to touch the blood. A cooing sound can be heard as he revels in the taste. Press' eyes open wide as he reckognizes the creature.....::
Press: A Vampire....
Vampire: OOoooo...Did you come up with that one all by yourself? Or did you have help?
::A cackling sound comes forth from the Demonic Creature as Press stammers a bit...blood now dripping visiably down from his side.::
Vampire: mmmmm....I'll have some more of this please..
::He holds his claw up with Press' blood dripping down it, as Press continues to stare in awe. The vampire's smile draws a sinister air as he takes an amazingly fast lunge. Press stares for a moment as the scene turns to slow motion. Many thoughts cross his mind as the creature makes it's assault, but only one thought stands out clearly. Survival. As the Vampire comes closer from it's lunge, Press side steps...and it goes bursting face first into the hotel room door which swings open violently, causing the Vampire to move within, hitting the floor, but rolling right back up to it's feet. This time Press is the one moving to strike with amazing speed for the 360 pounder. A swift frontal kick to the Creature's midsection causes it to bend forwards, as Press reaches around behind him, and then swings with full force for a massive back fist that sends the Vampire twirling through the air to land through a dresser sitting over in the corner. Wood splinters everywhere as the Vampire shakes the cobwebs, and kips up to it's feet. It stares with blatant rage in Press' direction before lunging forward once again. Press side steps a bit, and then brings his knee up into the beast's midsection stopping it in mid air. Then, with a massive impact, brings his elbow crashing down across the back of the Vampire's head, flipping him over Press' knee, and onto his back upon the floor. Press uses the moment of pain etched on the Vampire's face, to drive his knee right into the beast's throat...holding him to the ground. Press reaches over for a piece of wood..splintered into the shape of a point. Just as he finds his fingers barely grazing the surface of the wood, a unbelievable amount of pain rings through his ribs as he arches up with a howl. The beast's fingers have embedded themselves in the wound already made. Press quickly jumps for the stake, pain still coarsing through his ribs. The Vampire moves quickly to get to it's feet, and makes a lunge for Press. Press rolls over onto his back, and just as the Vampire is about to land....his Demonic eyes of rage find fear. The wooden splinter takes the place of a wooden stake as the Vampire comes chest first down onto the wood. It passes through him, piercing his heart. A look of shock runs over him, as his mouth opens to say something...but instead...he explodes into dust. Press breathes heavily as he leans forward, holding his damaged rib cage. Pulling himself up to his feet, the adjoining door bursts open suddenly..causing Press to whirl in a stance for attack.::
Flaming Youth: Can we not go one fucking night without having some sort of freakin' noise around here? I mean jesus Press, I'm trying to sleep over there.
::Press takes in a breath of relief, as he drops the wooden stake in his hand...and hefts himself down on the chair sitting closest to him. Youth just stares about the room in confusion, taking notice of the pile of dust sitting on the floor...along with the broken furniture.::
**********
Flaming Youth: So you think there was a reason he was stalking you?
::Press nods, as he takes a sip of his whiskey....staring straight forward, several thoughts passing through his mind. The two men left for a night cap after the incident, and since then..Press has explained the situation to Youth...who has now come up with his own questions. The bar is bustling with late night office workers, and college students as they all sit about..socializing, trying to flirt with one another, and enjoy what free time they have. If only it were that simple for these two. Press takes another long sip on his whiskey, before placing the empty glass back to the table....pulling out a pack of Marlboro Cigarettes from his pocket. He pulls one of the slendor cancer sticks from it's holdings, and places it on the tip of his lips. A flick of his wrist, and a custom lighter is brought up...lighting the cigarette as he takes in a long drag. He places the lighter back in his pocket, as he leans back in the seat.::
Press: I don't know Youth. I don't know.
::A voice comes from behind him, and it causes both Press & Youth to startle as they turn to look upon who said it.::
Voice: Yes you do....
::Both men stare at the back of someone's head, as he sits there....unmoving. He wears a heavy black cloak, and looks completely out of his element....but it takes a little longer for the two men to notice that it appears that no one else in the bar seems to notice him......or them for that matter. The two partners exchange a glance, and then stand to step over to the no so strange character. Sure enough...it's as they had feared.::
::Press & Youth sat down, as Oracle stared over the two of them..washing them in his knowing eyes. Press faked a smile, Youth could only attempt one. Oracle nodded in appreciation, although he felt all to well what his presence meant to these two young men.::
Oracle: It's alright boys....I'm not here for you. I'm just here to deliver a message...
::Press goes to speak, but he finds that he is choked up a bit to do so. After closing his eyes for long moments, and then opening it once again...he is able to continue.::
Press: A message from Redemption?
::His voice cracks over the mentioning of the name....his eyes fill with sorrow as he looks upon a man who was once a good friend. Now...transformed.::
Oracle: No my friends...from a...Higher Power.
::Press' eyes twist into those of confusion, as Youth stares at Oracle for answers.::
Oracle: Jehova has accepted his kin into heaven....his sacrifice still bears the burdon of sin upon this world. Redemption, the sounding angel, is no longer bound to this earth with his original intent. He is still the ruler of The Great Unknown, and it's true..I still am set to serve him as the watcher...the recorder of life's events, but I have been sent on a different kind of mission. One that doesn't involve you...I just thought that I would drop in, and give you some reassurance. A Message.
::Press stares at Oracle, not understanding as the black robed recorder russtles in his seat. He smiles, reassuringly, and then places his hand on the table.::
Oracle: Press...we need to discuss some things...in private.
::Youth stares at Oracle, and then becomes a bit angry. Just as he is about to open his mouth in protest, Press surprises him with an answer he thought would never come.::
Press: Alright.
Flaming Youth: But Press! Have you forgotten what we've been through? What the hell is up with this?
Press: Just go over there, and buy yourself another drink....I'll tell you all about it when we're alone...trust me.
::Youth looks as if he may protest once again, but his older companion glares at him in such a way...that he heeds the command. Youth moves over to the bar, looking back over at the table in sulken wonderment. Press now turns back to Oracle....a fear, yet a calm enters his eyes. Oracle smiles, and Press finds himself in rememberance...The Great Hall...his family, The Great Unknown. A calm washes over Press, and fear now leaves him...as he is reassured by an unseen force that all will be alright. He smiles, and looks towards Oracle.::
Press: Go ahead......old friend.
::Oracle continues to simle, as he leans forward...the dim light of the bar barely catching his aged face. The young man was younger than Press at the time of the transformation, and now...it seemed as if he had lived for a Mellinia.::
Oracle: You've been having the dreams, haven't you?
::Press stared at Oracle, and thought back to his most recent dreams...and nods sadly.::
Oracle: I thought you might. There is a reason. He who is called, "I Am", has been giving them to you. Sometimes I'm afraid that he forgets that you have lost your 'powers', and won't be able to understand these dreams. Thus....the reason I am here. Do you remember when we were all transformed? Tammy, Youth, Yourself, and I?
::Press thinks back to those events....the taking of his soul, and forging it outof the fires of Redemption. He nods, and then stares at the table for a moment.::
Oracle: On those times in history, we made a choice Press. A choice to serve the one, true, God. Redemption isn't God, Press. He is just a servant. Just like all of us. We were put in under Redemption's care, because that was our place at the time in God's plan. But just like on this earth..Plan's change. Each of God's creatures are given choice. We chose to fight for God...but Press....Dermot WinterDawn, Johnny Storm, and Rachel Winters...they chose to die for God. They were of Jehova's blood, and they chose his fate....to save all of humanity. The same as he himself..chose that fate. There is no other devine measure...there is no other devine cause. There is no better way to prove one's heart, than to make that choice. That night....that fateful night that saw Redemption fall....You, Youth, and Tammy were left upon this realm..while the rest of us...Revelation, and myself were taken back with Redemption. Surely you didn't believe that was because of circumstance did you?
::Press thinks to himself....wondering....realizing...that within the entire span that he had been human, he had been focusing so much on himself...that he never thought to focus on the issues of what fate his other family faced. Press stares to Oracle...sorrow brooding in his eyes, yet the dark robed one shakes it off with a smile.::
Oracle: Don't brood on the past Press. Just repent of it, and all is already forgiven. The point is.....think back to that night. Think back to what happened. You asked for something didn't you? You made a choice.
::Press thinks to himself....thinks about the dream. Suddenly, his eyes shoot open....and he stares forward...knowledge welling within his brain.::
(*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 sits straight up, staring straight ahead as if the answer to all life had just been dropped within his lap.::
Press: I can't believe I was so stupid.....You and Revelation....never chose any different. That's why when it came down to who stayed behind, you two vanished with Redemption.
::Oracle nods, but his face grows somber.::
Oracle: That's right. We chose our destiny to continue the choice that we made so long ago. We never wished to have our lives back as they were...yet...there is another who never made that choice as well..
::Press stares at Oracle in confusion, and thinks back...wondering who it is he could be talking about. Suddenly, all becomes apparant. Press eyes begin to stream tears that were once held back, but now can not find a way to stop. His worst fears, his insecurities...were all true. The person they were talking about, was the woman he had left back at the Storm Estate...his love...his fiance....his Tammy. Oracle came to sit beside the large man, pressing his hand firmly on Press' shoulder.::
Oracle: I'm sorry Press, but it's true. Salva...um...Tammy never made a choice to live her life any other way than for God. Redemption may have been a bit...how would you say....out there, but that's because we all were still human by nature. Just given the chance to do something Godly. We were given the power...not by us, but by God. We were nothing but the vessels for his works. Tammy....still want's to be that vessel...yet...she is also torn. She's given herself to another. She's given herself...to you. Her soul still roams the halls of The Great Unknown, while her body stays here...out of a love for you. That's why she was trapped. That's why she can't transform back to human. She's torn inside between her life of Service, and her life with you. Press...she's at war with herself. And as this war continues, she's losing her sanity along with her salvation. Only fitting then, that Redemption would give her that name to bear...Salvation. God foresaw all of this Press. Now, it's up to you to decide...to choose once again. Not whether you want to come back here or not.....but......whether you can support her going back or not. If you do...then she will have to come back with me to The Great Unknown, that's true. But...if you do not, she will continue to lose her sanity..until her primal outwards appearance takes over her insides, and transforms her into an agent of evil.
::Press sits there for long moments....his eyes stinging from the tears that continue to flow. He whipes them away angrily, and then turns to look into his old friend's eyes.::
Press: If I let her go. If I choose to support her..to love her for whatever decision she makes....Will I ever see her again?
::Oracle looks away for a moment, and then...looks back with sorrowful eyes of his own.::
Oracle: More than likely....No.
::Press looks down at the table for long moments, and stares into the beer pretzels. His thoughts are jumbled as he loses himself in thought. His fists clench uncontrollably, anger, sadness mixed into one vessel...over flowing. Then....simple...calm...and the answers staring him in the face. He sadly whipes his eyes, as he looks up to face Oracle once again. Yet...the black robed one is gone. No where to be seen. Youth appears at Press' side, and sits down where Oracle had just been....asking questions, and demanding answers. Press goes on to tell Youth what he had learned, and the two of them begin discussing & questioning more & more. On a napkin...off to the side.....neither man notices a piece of ancient parchment, with words written upon it.::
Message.....Recieved.
***********
::The scene opens up in a dark room, the AW logo sitting behind what appears to be a desk. Two figures sit in the chairs, side by side, that are placed in front of the desk. They seem to be fumbling with pieces of paper just as the lights cue on, and a news theme starts up. The lights reveal the two people to be Press & Flaming Youth, The BombTrax, smiles on both their faces. They are dressed in suits to resemble news anchors, and they both hold up pieces of paper.::
Press: Hello folks, and welcome to AW news....this just in....Someone's about to get their asses kicked!
Youth: According to AW authorities, Agent Storm, the cheaply dressed ass clown of the front offices in the AW, along with accomplices....Chase "Maxipad" Maxim, and Riley Rivers, the elligitamate Love Child of QVC star Joan Rivers & a Moose, were found beaten senseless this Saturday on Illusion. Further more, Michael Merlin, the drug addict who believes he has talent and that he's got supernatural powers of seeing the unseen, and seeing people's dreams even though there is NO FUCKING POSSIABLE WAY THAT THE COCK SUCKER COULD SEE SOMETHING THAT WAS A FUCKING DREAM.....lost his Eagle Championship to..um..er....Me.
Press: We were able to catch up to Agent Storm, and Chase Maxim...and they had this to say...
::An image of Agent Storm, side by side with an image of Chase Maxim pops up on the screan, as a mock up voice comes over the screan.::
(Mocking voice of Chase Maxim): "We...like to touch each other...while fucking sheep, and...I..I...like it. I..I like it alot. The wooly feel against my PePe...oh......oh.....bahh, bahhh, bahhh."
(Mocking voice of Agent Storm): Oh...Chase...do these heel's match the color of my eyes? Does this dress make me look fat? What do you think of this shade of lip stick?
::The scene cuts back to the zoomed in image of Press::
Press: Disturbing. Back to you Youth.
::The scene cuts to a zoomed in image of Youth.::
Youth: Yes, disturbing indeed. Not only did we catch up with those two, but we caught up with Riley Rivers, who was quite happy to give us a few words.
::A picture of Riley Rivers is flashed up on the screan, and it remains for the voice over.::
(Mock voice of Riley Rivers) " I LOVE COCK! I WANT IT! I NEED IT! GIVE ME THE COCK! WOO!! AGENT STORM!! GIVE ME THE COCK!! I NEED THE COCK!! PLEASE! GIVE ME THE COCK!! OO! GIVE ME THE HEAD OF THE COCK!! OH YEAH! GIVE ME THE SHAFT OF THE COCK!! OOO YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME IN THE MOUTH! IN MY ASS!! FUCK IT!! FILL MY PEE PEE HOLE WITH YOU'RE COCK!! AGENT STORM!! YES!! YES!! YES!!"
::The scene returns to Press & Youth who look shocked, and speachless.::
Press: Well...that was equally disturbing. Matter of factly...the commentary from Michael Merlin that we obtained was just so graphic, and so disturbing...that we can't even air it on this television program.
Youth: Yes...but in other news, there are also reports that NuBlood & Darkstar possiably getting their asses handed to them as well. I mean, let's face facts..a guy named Darkstar is exactly as his name foretells, a star that has lost his light. Not in the morbid, scary way he want's you to believe..but in the fact that he sucks ass. Ontap for that..NuBlood...wasn't that a WCW angle? Well, they went out of buisness bitch..and since you fucked with the BombTrax....so will you.
Press: Let's make this shit simple folks....We're going to come to Illusion, and we are going to walk into our respective matches the same way we always do. And the same way we always do, we are going to walk away victorious. There's not much anyone can do about it, not any partners...not any outside bitches who want to cause a ruckas...not any staff members who can't get their asshole unplugged from where Chase Maxim & Riley Rivers have been going at it.....not any fucking body. Riley Rivers...you wanted to play games last week, well that's cool with me. I don't mind. Matter of factly, these little games kind of give me a reason. A reason for what you may ask? Well...a reason to kick your ass of coarse. This isn't going to be just a wrestling match Riley, nah...it's going to be a blood bath. NuBlood..HA! That bitch will have to get a new name after I finish showing her what the word 'bleed' mans. Cause Riley..You are going to bleed all over the fucking place, and no amount of Maxi Pads & Storms can help you.
Flaming Youth: Michael Merlin. Cute name. Reminds me of that movie, "Kid in King Aurthor's Court." Well, if there was ever a KID then it would be you...and son, the King is me. I'm going to come into this match, and I'm going to win it. Not for the fans, not for the staff, and not even for the BombTrax...but FOR ME! The Eagle title can't have the chance to fly if it's stuck on the ground with a piece of shit like you! No, it needs an owner that's going to soar above all the rest. An owner that is going to get the job done. An owner that is going to win out against all the rest. Michael, after Saturday, you are going to need some fucking magic...to keep that big ole' head of yours from falling right off of your stinking shoulders. I guess the thing to remember here is,
Press: You can fight us if you want to...
Flaming Youth: Pin us if you can....
Press & Flaming Youth: BUT BEAT US YOU WILL NEVER!!
::The camera zooms in on the serious faces of the two men, and then suddenly....the scene fades to black.::