Post by Press1269 on Jan 31, 2016 9:22:35 GMT
A limo drives down the road at a steady rate of speed, as the driver munches on some Pea-nuts. He pumps his hands against the steering wheel to the beat of a song playing on the radio. He looks around quickly, watching for his turn, and soon finds the parking lot. A cloaked figures stands in a corner, barely seen from his position in the shadows. He stands off to the side, and watches as the limo driver stands up and looks about the area. He walks to the back window, and it rolls down, and the SWA cameraman sneaks around the corner to try and hear the commentary of whom is in the limo. He can't seem to get a good angle, so he decides that he will walk around the corner, and try to see what is going on. He quietly feels his way around, staying in the shadows, watching as the limo door opens, and "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm steps out of the car with a furious look. He pulls out some parchment, and then looks around as if trying to spot something. The cameraman ducks down behind a garbage can and secretly watches the events. Johnny walks over to the end of the limo, desperately looking around the dark alley way.
Driver: You sure this is the place Sir?
Mr. Fantastic: Is this the Place? Is this the Place?...How the hell am I supposed to know.
He pulls out a piece of parchment that seems to be of an ancient origin. It is browned, and aged, and looks as if it could fall apart at any second. Even though Johnny is in a perilous mood, he treats the parchment with care, making sure not to put any unnecessary creases in it. He looks around the alley way again, and then down at the parchment. The cameraman zooms in on the parchment, well enough to see it's inscription.
Dear Mr. Johnny Storm,
I have been watching you for quite some time, and I am an old friend, from your past. Your career has flourished, and I see that you have now decided to take your talents to the SWA. The time has come for me to reveal myself, and to return upon your life. The time for you to see the whole light, the whole truth is evident. The time for the SWA to be brought down to it's knees is upon us. I must show you the way Storm. I must show you the way. The time has come....Meet me at the corner....where you once conducted your business of the secret origin. You know the one, and obviously so do I. Do not be late. 8 pm...I bid the fare well.
Sincerely,
You will find out.
Storm folds the parchment abruptly sliding it back down into his shirt pocket, and walks over to the driver. He whispers some sort of instruction to the driver, who shrugs his shoulders, and quickly complies with his wishes. The Driver steps over to the drivers side door, sits down inside the door, closes it, and then backs the limo out of the tight fitting alley way. Johnny looks around oddly now, starting to go further in the recesses of darkness, where there is no street lights. The cameraman, being a good and loyal SWA employee, follows curiously. Storm stops dead in his tracks and looks about him self in wonder. The cameraman stops as well, and looks around through the eye of the camera trying to figure out what was going on. He watches, and moves the eye of the camera up the side of one of the walls...All of a sudden something shoots across the wall, taking a human form causing the Cameraman to fall back in shock. He lands with a thud barely protecting his camera from shattering. Storm turns quickly around now, watching the cameraman with a increasingly furious pair of eyes.
Mr. Fantastic: What the hell are you doing here...huh? *grabs the cameraman and pulls him up by the shirt, and then jerks him up in his face* What the F*** are you doing here?
Cameraman: I'm just...Just.......*gulps* trying to get a story...like any good reporter.
Mr. Fantastic drops the cameraman, and looks deep into his eyes with a cold demeanor. But they both apparently find a reason to forget about each others company, and think about the company of the walls around them. Steam and Smoke begins rising all around them, flooding around them, and Johnny's face goes pale, as does the Cameraman. Johnny starts to frantically look for an exit through the fog, and he takes off running as the cameraman gets to his feet and begins recording the bizarre event. Johnny Takes off running now, and with a sudden thud, he is knocked on his ass by an unseen object. The cameraman's attention turns to this occurrence. Johnny starts trying to back away with the heels of his foot. Out of the shadows steps a cloaked figure, with glowing eyes causing the fog to lift a bit. His Jet Black hair falls over his face, as Johnny as if in remembrance gets to his feet, and takes off down the alley way, breaking out of the darkness in fear. The Cameraman starts to frighteningly back away from the image of the large man stepping towards him. He suddenly bumps into something behind him, and he whirls in fright to see a large man with dark eyes, hair, and various armor on his massively strong physiche. He Grabs the camera man and whirls him around to face the Tall stranger, with the leather trench coat that flows all the way to the floor. Unseen winds make the trench coat flap around. all of a sudden a hand emerges from the large figure before him, who's eyes continue to glow and search deep into the cameraman's soul. The hand is a fist, and there is a chain wrapped into it, with a little slack. The cameraman, still being held by the large man from behind doesn't understand the gesture of the dark figure showing him this chain...Until a flash comes across him and a female figure lunges at him like an animal. He gets right in his face and is cut short by the chain that is linked to her spiked dog collar. She growls ferociously and at first sight seems to be an animal. She has dark lipstick, dark finger nails, and heavy eye shadow around her eyes. She has claws more than fingernails, and she wears the remains of tattered clothing. She has greasy blonde hair that hands down in her face, and it moves slightly as she is pulled back by the stranger who holds the chains. She comes to stand beside him, in a squatted position, as if ready to lunge at his command. The cameraman suddenly looks at the female in a different light, and realizes who she is. He is speechless, more so even than before. He realizes that the female that stands before him, an animal, is none other than Tammy Lynn. A maniacal squeaky voice is heard laughing, as another figure, wearing dark black robes, with green magical symbols up the sides of his robes steps out. His head is shaven, and covered by a cloak. He steps over to the cameraman, who still has his camera running in order, as to the abuse of the large man behind him. The cloaked man smiles, and pulls his hood back for a brief moment, to reveal Michael Coles face. Tattoos run up his arms and all the way down to his finger tips in ancient writings. Then all the way up his neck as well to his face, where they abruptly stop. He pulls the hood back over his face and smiles devilishly.
Michael Cole: I'm sure you don't understand Mr....whom ever you are. First off let me introduce you to the master...*points to the dark clad figure, with glowing eyes, still set on the cameraman*...This is Redemption...the devourer of Souls. To his side *points to Tammy Lynn*...is our very own pet...Salvation...the man behind you holding you from leaving abruptly is Press. That is everyone...everyone but me...*smiles*....You may call me Oracle. The watcher and possessor of the masters story..the living journal to his needs. *smiles* the conveyor of the message, and the priest to his convictions. We bid you....*looks to the camera, not the cameraman*.....The men and women of the SWA welcome. Now I take my place in the shadows, as just the mere servant of the great mind.
He steps into the shadows, as Redemption looks to the Camera with glowing eyes...
Redemption: The time has come Storm. REDEMPTION has once again arrived. A Resurrection if you will. I told you Fantastic, that I would return. I would not stand by while the indecent people went unpunished. You will all soon see what prey feel like, and I...I will assume my role as the natural predator over the sinners. REDEMPTION is for those that deserve...need..to be REDEEMED. You people have ran rampant, with your desperate acts of evil. You adolescent idiotic martyrs, for the dark days to come. Armageddon is upon you all, and it will be nothing like you expected. I am here to destroy this vehicle of sin, and I will succeed. You will all be Redeemed. The conveyor of souls has watched you....watched you all tempt fate....tempt death.....try and give something to these useless fans....these useless cattle, being led to the slaughter by marketing geniuses. The Time has come to end all of the nonsense. The time has come for me to teach you all the true meaning of REDEMPTION. SALVATION...my dear pet..*touches Salvation sweetly in under the chin, as she purrs*...she will reap what I do not take from you all. She will be your only chance, out of REDEMPTION. You sinners must know your wrongs, your deeds..your unfathomable attempts at pathetic ratings. I will teach you what you have bought....It is not ratings...stardom...money......and above all else it is not time. You have all assuredly found your place in hell, and I am the one sent to place you there. Either you will Be Redeemed, or Salavaged. No way out, No other way. Find yourselves in contempt for yourselves, and REDEMPTION will be there waiting. I am the destroyer of worlds....The Devourer of Souls.....and You all must prepare to be REDEEMED!
The smoke raises even higher now, so high that the cameraman can not see any longer, and he feels Press' arms tighten on the back of his kneck. He closes eyes to shut out the pain, and when he opens them he is laying on the concrete in the dark alleyway...Johnny Storm hovering over him.
Mr. Fantastic: What in the hell are you doing here?....Huh?..Who sent you?
Cameraman: Huh?...What the?......It was a dream....IT WAS A DREAM!!!!!!!!!!
The cameraman sits up with joy and hugs Fantastic who pushes him away, and looks at him in a strange manner. The cameraman jumps up, and quickly heads for the exit to the alley way. Mr. Fantastic starts to head after him with his questions, but thinks better of it, and then looks back to the dark alley way. He shrugs his shoulders, and also walks out of the alley, the limo pulling up, and he getting in quickly. It speeds off, and he sees the cameraman's Festieva fly by him. He turns on the SWA T.V. and sips on a stiff brandy.
In the Recesses of the dark hallway, Glowing eyes fill the darkness with little light, and smoke rises all up around the dark figure in the shadows who watches the limo pull off, and the Festieva of the cameraman fly past. A smile would be seen crossing this figures lips if being watched. He then too disappears within the recesses of the steaming dungeon of a alley way. The smoke clears and the image is gone.
The camera man pulls up to a series of apartment buildings, and after seeing number 156 he pulls into the parking space, and steps out, swiftly moving to the door. He takes the video tape out of the camera first thing, and throws his belongings on to a night stand beside the entrance way. He moves past the door quickly, to the living room where he puts the tape in the VCR for review. He presses play on the remote controls, and watches on as the basic episode is re-ran. Then the camera goes off with static for awhile, the period where he was knocked out. Then the camera flashed back on and Mr. Fantastic was hovering over him. He watches on as he takes the camera, and starts to leave. He sits back in wonder in the relaxation of his lazy boy...and then he sees something out of the corner of his eye. He rewinds it, and then watches it again...he see's movement...He sees a pair of glowing eyes...His heart skips a beat as He watches the image over and over again until morning comes.
BELIEVE!!!!!!!!!