Post by Press1269 on Jan 31, 2016 9:28:28 GMT
*Bob sits up in his hospital bed, after suffering a mild heart attack out in the drive way of "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm. He holds his aching chest, and then leans back into the chair. He turns off the TV, and pushes the button for the nurse. Soon afterwards, the nurse appears, with some head ache medicine, and various pills for cardiovascular systems. He downs them, followed by water, and then watches as she exits the room. The door shuts lightly, and he feels himself drifting off to sleep.....*
Whisper:...........................redemption....................redemption..........redemption.........redemption.........
redemption...........redemption..............REDEMPTION!!!!!!!!!
*Bob sits straight up causing a strain on his chest, and he falls quickly back to the bed clutching at himself. He looks around the room that is now dark, no light except for the blinking red light that shows that he is still alive. He fumbles for the nurses call button, but can't seem to find it. He finally lands a finger on a button, and the TV flashes on. He sighs in disgust as the SWA station flashes on, and watches once again what Snatchman did to Damm last week. He looks around the room looking for the nurse button, and smiles to realize that he is alone at least in the room. It had to be his mind playing tricks on him. There had to be something that was nagging him. A heart attack...this imaginary creature....it had to be something. What would make him think of such things....He touches the button with a white image of a nurses head dress, and soon enough the door opens, allowing all the light from the well lit hall flood the room. He sits up looking over in that direction, and before him stands Tammy Lynn Sytch....who closes the door, and looks at him. He remembers and becomes scared...last he saw her she brought the man from his dreams with her, and her name was Salvation. She smiles, looking more pleasant now than the Gothic Joan of Arc that she was portrayed as before. She says nothing, as she starts to unbutton the white nurses uniform she has on. Bob starts to open his mouth, but finds that the words won't come out as she provocatively slides on her thick heels down to the floor, bouncing her rear-end in the air in a solid motion, and then standing back up to her full height...somewhat striding/dancing towards him. She undoes the last button on the uniform, and lets the top slide off her arms to the floor. She shakes her hips from side to side, and holds her hands up over head, pressing her breasts together to get a very large bust line from inside her bra. Bob almost drools as he gazes at the very beautiful woman standing before him. She then turns around, back to Bob, and starts to unzip the white skirt that goes along with the nurses uniform. She sways her hips, as she forcefully slides it down her legs cause it was so tight fitting. She is now in nothing but Bra and panties, as she starts towards him. She gives a crooked smile, as she puts on kneed on the bed, and then swings her other leg over him, straddling his waist with her legs. With panties still on she makes the motions of going up and down, rubbing herself all over his midsection and lower regions. Feeling his erection. She smiles, and then leans forward towards his face, him placing his hands on her thighs sliding them around to her firm buttocks. She smiles, and presses her large breasts to his chest, and makes a rocking motion with her hips while his hands still rest on her butt. She reaches up to kiss him...and as he smiles stupidly, her eyes grow large and a hint of a strange glow flashes in her pupils. He starts to frown now, as She smiles again, and then reaches in face to face with her mouth wide open and growling. He see's nothing but rows of teeth, as if she were some sort of vampire or some sort of animal. Whatever it was, was not human. She is stopped right at his face, by an unseen force, and as he looks around, he hears a shrill laugh. Oracle steps out from the shadows, and he looks back at Salvation who has now transformed in the matter of seconds back to the Gothic femme fetale who is connected to a dog collar and chain. At the end of the chain is Press who has a smirk on his face. In the darkest corner, steam flows all around, and glowing eyes can be seen pouring forth from the darkness onto Bob. The bed covers become wet as Salvation is drug off of Bob like she was a pit bull, and Oracle laughs loudly at the soiling of the bed sheets. A sharp glance by Redemption pushes Oracle back to his corner of watching. He pulls out an old looking leather bound book, and pulls out a quill pen to go along with it. He starts to write as Redemption leaves the sanctity of the darkness and approaches Bob. The dark jet black hair envelopes Redemption's face as his yellowish glowing eyes tear down into Bob's soul...he places his hand on Bob's forehead, and Bob calms down, as he then starts to speak in a deep methodical voice*
Redemption: Bob...you've been waiting on Redemption haven't you?
Bob: N....no....N........*there is a long pause, and Bob looks around in disbelief and then looks to Redemption in a look of revelation*....You...Yes....yes..!!!
Redemption: I know my son....I know......It is good to have you with us once again Revelation. You new, yet so very old name. Bob is no more, just Revelation. You strayed here did you. Well, it's not surprising, and is understandable. But now the time has come, and you must return to your duties. I have Oracle....but now I must have a visionary. Someone who can see. Someone to chronicle events through pictures. Some call you cameraman, I call you Revelation, because You Reveal my true purpose.
Bob/Revelation: But what of my family master?
Redemption: They are fictions of your mortal imagination. Your mortal life does not matter, all that will be left is Revelation, and all that you will reveal is the works of Redemption.
*Bob/Revelation sits back in the bed and is now calm, as Redemption places a caring hand on his chest.*
Redemption: Your mortal body has been damaged our brother, perhaps you would like to return now. The process will be more painful the longer you put it off.
Bob/Revelation: Yes.....bring me Peace....bring me Redemption.
*Redemption's eyes glow even brighter through the darkness, and a light forms on his fingertips, as Bob/Revelation arches his back in pain...his hair turns from a sandy blonde to a dark brown...his eyes close and his hospital garb turns to dust, and is replaced by a black leather suit. His body shrinks from an overweight man, to a thin, yet muscled tone person. His eyes remains shut as Redemption's hand leaves his chest, and he steps back. Revelation's eyes shoot open and they burn yellowish green. He raises up, and jumps to his feet, picking up the camera equipment, that he can now carry in just one hand. He places it up on his shoulder, and starts the camera, and places it on Redemption, who's eyes glow from the Dark corner he has returned to.*
Redemption: The time has come for me to make this challenge. Shane O'conner you mentioned that you did'nt know who I was....that you've never heard of Redemption. Well I've heard of you O'conner, and I've decided that you will be the first to find Redemption. Be rejoiced, for this is an honor for you. The time has come, and I will show that Redemption is not racist, biased in any way. I take Irish, African, and any denomination to Redemption. You my stripling will see, when your flesh is torn, and your crucifixion is eminent. When I give you the Redeemer, and you scream for mercy. Mercy that can not happen, for Redemption is the ultimate Mercy. You will walk to the ring with a manner that you actually can win. You will walk to the ring as if you wish to prove a point. And when you stand face to face with Redemption, you will take your soul, and hide in the back, until you realize, there is no place to hide, no where to escape the tide....NO where to go....but Redemption. I am not the average wrestler who wants a win. Matter of fact I'm not a wrestlers at all. I am a Redeemer of Souls. The destroyer of planets, and the Devourer of souls. The darkness envelops me, serves me, but I am not of it, it is of me. I am not of the devil, but a higher source. I am the source. I am life, death, and in-between all things. I am not a monster, or a beast, or a prophecy.....I am apart of life. The time has come for me to do the bidding of the maker, and may what ever God you believe in....Have mercy on your souls. Prepare yourselves for Redemption. Shane O'conner, prepare yourself to be Redeemed!
*The Eye's glow forth from the darkness, and the thin smile can be seen from the darkness, as smoke and fog starts to rise through out the whole room. The fog lifts, and all of the members of Redemption's quartet are gone. The original nurse with the pills from earlier appears in the doorway, and looks into the room. She raises her eyebrows, and places her hand lightly on the knob of the door. She turns it and enters, realizing that it wasn't the reflection of the glass. She runs out of the door, and gets on the phone at the service desk. In a mumbled voice she says in a panic, "Patient 113 is missing sir.....yes..yes...thank you." She runs back down to the room, and enters again slowly. She sniffs the air and smell surfer and curls her nose at it. She then walks over to the bed side looking for clues. She finds nothing, until she pulls back the bed covers. She places her eyes on the object, and doesn't understand it's meaning. She picks it up and holds it up to the light, revealing a black rose. She looks around uncomfortably and leaves quickly with the black rose as the security guards arrive upon the scene.*