Post by convict on Mar 14, 2007 15:53:48 GMT -5
The sun is seen setting down for the day. It’s the middle of nowhere; a truck is seen parked next to a large tree. The prairie grass sways softly in the wind. Chained to the truck and lifted slightly off the ground is “Exotic” Adrian Street. His feet bound by a combination of rope and chain attached to the truck. His hands bound to the trunk of the tree.
Slowly the door to the old beat up pick-up truck opens and out steps the Beast. Convict takes his black leather overcoat off and folds it neatly and lays it in the back of the truck. His massive frame stretches the fabric of the white wife beater snug. He reaches into the front pocket of his black cargo style pants and pulls a camel non-filtered cigarette and lights it up. He slowly walks to the tail of the truck, and rests an elbow upon the frame of the truck bed as he looks at Adrian stretched out.
Convict: What the fuck does he see in you fag? All I see is some washed up old son of a bitch who should have been put out of his misery a long time ago.
Convict takes a deep drag from his cigarette, and stares at the warm amber glow of the cherry. He lets the smoke escape his lips slowly.
Convict: He still hasn’t signed the contract you know. Johnny Boy thinks he is the better man by holding out…by making me wait. You want my opinion…he’s a fuckin pussy…eventually his stupid Children of the Night will know it…they’ll start questioning him why hasn’t he accepted…He wont tell them…at first he’ll shrug it off slowly…but over time it’ll eat away at his soul. He’ll become obsessed…he’ll sign the contract for the most brutal match his ass will ever be in…even with all the odds against him.
Adrian: Fuck…..you…
Convict stops and looks back at the exotic one stretched out.
Convict: You say something old man? Still have some fight left in you…do you?
Adrian: Aye…
Convict: Good, cause its time to up the fuckin ante…time for you, Johnny, Poison, Mak, Calaz, and everyone else to take some notice and understand something about me…What you see is what you fuckin get…I was being nice…I tried to follow your…rules…but like always its time I broke them…time the rules no longer apply. Sure they may try to impose some sort of penalty upon me…but fuck em…they toss me in jail…they go with me…they signed the contract…they should have read the fine print. They are responsible for me.
Convict takes another drag, and looks at Adrian.
Convict: This is war Street. War is not won on mere strength, or even honor, but of the will to go beyond yourself, to become more than a warrior, to become a force… to kill without hesitation, to slaughter without pause, to spill the brains and taste the blood of your enemy, to lay waste to their memory. I plan on doing just that….You want a drag?
Convict holds the cigarette out towards Adrian.
Adrian: Fuck…you…shit’ll… kill…yea.
The Convict slowly grins his evil sadistic smile.
Convict: Not today it won’t.
Convict flicks the cigarette to the ground. He walks over to Adrian stretched out from the truck to the tree off of the ground. Convict reaches into his pocket and produces a straight razor, with a flick of his thumb the blade comes out, and shines in the sunlight that is still setting in the distance.
Convict: You ready…this will slightly sting.
Convict kneels down slightly and runs the straight razor upon the eyelids of “Exotic” Adrian Street. Blood slowly oozes out as the screams of Adrian’s are so loud they become silent.
Convict: Told you it would sting slightly.
Convict puts a finger to the eyelid of Adrian and removes a blood stained finger. He holds it up to examine the bright red fluid. The sun glistens off of it hypnotically. Convict puts his finger into his mouth, and licks it clean.
Convict: What I thought…tastes like fuckin shit…passed your fuckin prime.
Convict slowly stands up and walks to the back of the pickup, he reaches in and pulls a gallon drum of gasoline from the trucks bed. He slowly walks over to the old man. He twists the cap off and begins to pour the gas onto Adrian’s face. Adrian again screams in agony. Convict shakes the canister dry, and then tosses it to the side.
Convict: I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this Adrian…I hoped that Johnny would have been smarter…known exactly what he was dealing with…when you see the Devil…tell him I’ll be there soon, and he better have my fuckin throne ready.
Convict walks towards the cab of the truck and slides into the driver’s seat. He twist the key in the ignition. The engine comes to life. Convict puts a foot on the brake and the other on the clutch as he puts the truck into gear. He slowly leans out.
Convict: Scream your heart out old man…Howl to the fuckin heavens…
Convict slams his foot on the gas and the back tires spin and spit gravel up. Finally the tires catch and the truck lunges forward. Adrian’s body goes taunt and he begins to let out a low almost unnatural groan of pain. Convict’s foot pushes the gas pedal down to the floorboards. His laughter slowly mixes in with the sounds of agony coming from Adrian.
Convict: Yeah motherfucker…music to my god damned ears.
Suddenly the truck thrust forward, and Convict slams on the breaks hard. He steps from the vehicle and looks to the rear of the truck. He slowly walks forward his grin shines from ear to ear. He looks down at Adrian’s feet and slowly his eyes scan upwards to the knees, then the waist, then intestines and blood upon the ground. Convict walks about 10 feet following the trail of blood and guts strewn upon the dirt. He stops at the upper torso of Adrian, and peers down at his lifeless body.
Convict reaches into his pocket, and pulls another cigarette, and lights it.
Convict: Now you’ll sign the god damn contract Johnny boy…if you don’t what I did to Adrian here will look like a slice of Heaven compared to what I will do to you if you don’t.
Convict walks to the truck and grabs several trash bags from the back. He turns around and slowly walks towards Adrian with evil intentions in his eyes.
End of scene.