| ±†± | ...Totally serve my Purpose. | ±†± |

["The øne and ønly" Ðark HalØ]

|z|. These words, they flow from the mind… transferred onto paper in a state of wonder. Your imagination is allowed to wreak havoc in these types of situations… But you shall only see what I want you too. .|z|



|z| Each word passing through your heart like adrenaline; Each last letter bringing a lustful tear to your eye. This is an empire which has yet to be crashed, or even yet to have reached a peak of destruction… With the end of an era, becomes the beginning of another… And with the beginning becomes a fresh chance to turn each one of you pathetic beings into a blithering wreck, on your knees crying for forgiveness as I command you to kiss my feet. Now you tell me something… Is this the beginning, or is the end far from approaching? .|z|

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...A Twizted Mind Production... [/color]

As i captivate you with my words, my darling child you must read with care.
...Scene Opens...
You join us in a club. The heavy bloom from the light glaring down onto the occupants bodies breaking them harshly into a sweat. Their carcass gasping for hydration, needing some water, pushing liquid from the body to cool them down… Yet still they pump alcohol into their systems, quenching their thirst… but only doing their body greater harm. Eyes squinted, hiding from the intense beam; they shuffle lazily in their chair. What a vulgar display of self punishment goes on in this place. Unknown to any person yet to endure this experience, the heat pumping the blood, the alcohol slowing it down… a weird chemical reaction occurs in the body… Not so chemical as mental one would assume. An unsettlement takes place within the mind, a strange overwhelming sense of boredom; one which would drive a soul to any lengths of stupidity or self mutilation to occupy this mindless urge.
The occupants sway as they climb to their feet. The swinging motion of their limp bodies is simply sickening. With heavy eyes and a slurring tongue, they stumble from their tables to the bar; Looking for one more drink. Behind the bar stands a man. Stereotypically cleaning a glass with a rag as he looks down at the pump, a clear glass slowly being filled by that dark brown poison…
Everyday these people decide to venture down to the bar, to top up on their liquid death. Death. This single word uttered in this bar can strike fear into even the drunkest mans lazy eyes. His heart beating a million times in a single second. Obviously if this were to happen, you would become faint, delusional; but would you dare faint knowing what fate may creep up on you in this state of helplessness?
But let’s move on shall we?
It’s a Friday night, late, but not too late for a few pints before closing time. The golden shimmering bar lined up by those rotting drunken pedestrians who have nothing better to do with their lives apart from slowly kill themselves. Each one has a loved one at home; each one has someone to call their own; A wife, child or even a dog that waits for that single glance of hope, the realization that their other half, father or owner has made it through another drunken night and stumbled, staggered home to crash into their soft mattress, a pile of puke surrounding them as their head pounds like a marching band.
All this… and for what purpose?
One man sits upon a tall wooden bar stool, his head resting against the cold damp surface of the bar. His cold, numb hand still grasping his now warm glass of beer; his fingertips slowly sliding down the condensation falling harshly to the hard bar. His eyes closed tightly, bags sitting beneath them uncomfortably as he grumbles past his cracked lips. Lifting his head slowly, it slowly spinning around in a circle unknown to himself and on its way to dropping to the bar again. With a sharp movement, he picks his head up again, rubbing his eyes on the back of his hand looking around the bar for some acceptance. A drunken smile slowly creases onto his face, noticing a female sat next to him and hoping, wishing, worshipping that he may, just may have a chance at getting laid tonight.
Eyeing her up and down slowly, his eyelids hanging low over his eyes blurring his vision immensely, he lets a smug, sly little chuckle escape from his lips. Reaching into his front pocket slowly, he pulls out a pack of twenty Marlboro lights, taking one from the packet and placing it between his cracked, dry, vile grin. Lighting it, he stops for a moment, the world around him seemingly stopping as he becomes hypnotized by the dancing orange and blue flame before him. The light goes out slowly as he snaps out of his trance, looking around to see if anyone took notice… they didn’t… They’re all too wrapped up in their own little world, their imaginary world which only comes to them with alcohol… a world where there is not a single care in the world and the only things that matter are more beer and ‘chicks’.
Moving on.
Lighting his cigarette slowly, he takes a deep inhale, breathing in that smoke, savoring it’s every piece of volume. That sickening smoke oozing down his throat, attacking his lungs… thick layers of tar gripping to his vital organs… What does he care? His livers on its way out, so apparently, his lungs are next. Breathing out slowly, as almost a sigh of relief, that thick layer of white tinted blue smoke escapes from his throat, flooding the air before him. Washing it down with a sip from his pint, he looks around again scratching his forehead. His eyes flicker with every passing second to the female sat on the tall bar stool next to him... sizing her up, making sure he takes in every little detail of her body. The way her sultry lips pout as she blows smoke out from them. The way her huge breasts slowly beat back and forth with every breath she takes. The way her short tartan skirt rides up her leg as she crosses them, exposing her black fishnet stockings. He grunts to himself again pleased with himself, his mind already fooling him into thinking he has a chance. Poor soul.
Drinking from his warm pint glass again, he tries to make small talk with the woman.

|z| Drunk |z|
“… Would you like another drink? ”

The woman doesn’t seem to take notice, Her eyes fixated on the bar in front of her. Tilting her head to the side slightly, she takes heed of that heavy breathing to the right of her which is seemingly getting louder with each passing second. The Man beside her slowly slides from the top of his bar stool, staggering slowly over to this enchanting beauty. His hot, heavy breath reeking of stale smoke, puke and warm alcohol as he chuckles to himself. He places a hand on this woman’s shoulder, murmuring to himself as he gently moves her long red hair over her shoulder.

|z| Drunk |z|
“…mmm.. When I get you home… *hic*… I’m… going to make you my…. .. … play toy.”

He begins to laugh, his body shaking as he does so, throwing off his balance. He staggers slightly, grabbing hold of the bar as he tries to grin at this woman, acting as though nothing happened. He takes a hard gulp, assuming that it was just sick he swallowed from his facial expression.

Smoke slowly flows past this woman’s luscious lips, tainting the oxygen in front of her. Her eyes flick up from the bar, hitting the drunken man with such intensity, he staggers slightly. She takes another drag of her cigarette, pressing the white tip close to her pouted lips, drawing the poison into her mouth…

The man watches, slapping his lips together before licking them. He grins, rubbing his hand up and down his bloated stomach. He mumbles again, his eyes undressing the woman before him.

|z| Drunk |z|
“…I know you want… *hic*… my body… I can tell….”

He leans forward, drool smearing his chin. He tries to whisper however his voice is actually louder then when he spoke normally.

|z| Drunk |z|
“…Ish the way you look at meh….”

The woman turns her head, disgust spread across her face as she recoils due to the horrendous stench of the drunks breath.

The man grins triumphantly, placing his hand on her thigh. Quickly, her head snaps back, eyes hitting the man once again. She looks down at his hand, and then slowly drags her eyes over his body with such remorse. She stands slowly, taking another drag of her cigarette. Stepping closer to him, their bodies so close to touching, she grins as he pouts his lips and closes his eyes.

Blowing smoke out into his face, she gently caresses his eye-lids with her fingertips. Whispering to him, a vulgar grin slowly spreads across her face.

| ±†± | Woman | ±†± |
"... You remind me of someone. Someone who is much prettier then I and talents exceed mine… Someone who could take everything away from me in a single second, but is too egotistical and too attention seeking to keep his back covered at all times… "

The man opens his left eye slowly, wondering where his kiss is. The Woman grin has turned so sick and sinister; the man opens both eyes, glaring at her.

| ±†± | Woman | ±†± |
"... Drunken, immature, destitute, deplorable, consumed little Fade … "

The man scowls slightly confused. The Woman takes a drag of her cigarette, blowing smoke into his eyes, making them water.

| ±†± | Woman | ±†± |
"... Comical, Sexual or even pity… He’ll take attention in any form you want to give it to him … "

She grins evilly, taking the last drag from her cigarette. She blows out the smoke slowly, stroking the gentleman’s forehead…. Before a sickening, blood curdling scream rings out through the bar.

Like a tidal wave, every last drunken body in the bar jumps to their feet, almost snapping them out of the lost world they occupied before. Looking around, their once drunken eyes open wide with anticipation and horror. They rush over to the sound of the scream, hands shooting to their mouths for those with the strong stomach… for the rest, vomit pours mercilessly over their lips, staining with the floor with its content, staining the air with its painful odor.

The drunken man from before lay on the floor, his body twitching profusely in pain as his… well, his left eye rolls back in his head, a blinding and body wrenching white color all that can be seen. His right eye however… Well that’s a different story completely. Blood pouring down his cheek, his screams are enough to bring a tear to even the strongest of men’s eyes. Rolling around in agony, the rest of the onlookers are very unsure of what to do. One kneels down, taking away this mans hand from where the blood appears to be coming from… and he can only jump back in horror.

A cigarette sticks out from his eye, covered in blood, burning around the entry. Who the hell was that woman? What kind of sick human being would do such a thing?

Outside stands the woman, leaning against the wall of the building she has just escaped from. Her long crimson hair stretching down her lower back, as she leans forward to ignite another cigarette; she breathes out a thick layer of smoke, looking around. Her dark, mysterious hazel eyes shadowed heavily by black eyeliner, her upper body hugged tightly by a crimson corset and long black leather trench coat covering her petite frame.

A grin sets into her face… and then it all becomes clear who she is.

…The Queen Of Kaos; Dark HalO.

She begins to walk, her big black boots slamming against the pavement as she saunters innocently down the street. She breaths a heavy layer of smoke out into the fresh night air, watching it mix with the glare from the street lamps and the cold breeze.

The disciples watch on… excited to see that their queen is back to her evil deeds. They slowly begin to tap their feet against the hard concrete floor beneath them.

HalO’s eyes tell a thousand stories as they flicker from each and every last detail in the street. She speaks, her rich British accent simply soothing to the ear.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... I know why you like me Fade … "

She stands on the edge of the sidewalk, walking onto the road, her eyes looking around her as she continues to smoke her cigarette.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... I know why you take your time to consider me with every passing moment. I know why you made a point of being even that little bit of serious in your promo. "

Making it to the other side of the road, she continues to walk up the street.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... If I were to go along this street and ask each person I pass, who is in the VNB..."

A person passes HalO… She grins evilly.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... I would bet my grave that every last one of them would mention Jihad…. Hesitate… Then either walk away, or think about your name if they even bothered to mention your pathetic little ass..."

Moving her long red hair out of her face, she takes another drag from her cigarette, blowing out the smoke as she looks down.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...I know why you pretend to hate me..."

She looks up slowly, through those stray strands of crimson hair which hang limply above her face. A sick, sadistic grin spreads across her face.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Many people have said that I live in The Corpse’s shadow. But you… “

Chuckling to herself, she looks to the side of her, speaking as she watches a car go buy.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...You need attention because you are nothing more then a shadow..."

Grinning she turns to look at the camera again, stopping. She steps forward to the camera, speaking.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...You’re being outshined by the greater being known as Jihad. We both know that no matter how much attention you draw to yourself… and no matter how fucking hard you try Fade… You will never, EVER, be anything more then his shadow; His lackey to do his hard work when he can’t be bothered to do it himself. ..."

Laughing at the thought of Fade being worthless, HalO walks slowly again, the cigarette held tightly between her lips, her hands in her pocket and her eyes pinned straight in front of her.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...And I’ve heard it all before Fade. There’s no need to bring up how many titles you’ve held, or how much better you are then me, or maggot. And you can call me all the names you can think of… However hard you try though Fade ..."

Her eyes hit the camera, glaring into it with evil intensions.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Jihad will always be greater then you..."

She looks back in front of her, speaking. The crowds inside the arena are simply mesmerized by this demons latest attitude… Their feet however, still drum on the concrete.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...He’s the one people fear Fade… You’ve just become that comedian along side him… The one who will fuck anything that moves and takes away the tension."

Grinning to herself, she throws her cigarette on the floor.


| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...It’s quite a shame though Fade, honestly. I mean, I expected so much better of you. Back In EWW, you were like a god… You had me and Corpse on the run all the time."

She nods, looking towards the camera.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...Really you did..."

HalO looks forward again, turning a corner.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
" Now look at us... Corpse isn’t here. Jihads retired. Surely Fade, we should be the one’s who are remembered for our greatness… We are the one’s who after all the struggle, the arguments and all the beat downs, are still here, kicking ass… "

Grinning evilly, she peers at the camera for a split second, then back to the path before her.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... I’m still here, keeping the D.O.A name alive… refreshing the memories of all the vets and haunting the thoughts of all the rookies with our reign of terror. I might not be as established as The Corpse, but at least people remember my name and fear me."

Moving her hair our of her face yet again, she peers up at the sky.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... And you… You’re…. "

..She looks down confused, looking around her.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Hmmm…. "

Scratching her head, her pace slows.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You’re still hanging around with Jihad. "

She grins evilly, shaking her head, sighing.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You realize the only thing that separates you from a teenager is that you know what contraception is? "

HalO gets closer to her destination, her voice getting louder as she seemingly becomes annoyed.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...Your simply immature Fade. Any greater man would have established himself by now… Become his own real person instead of constantly being in someone else’s shadow. You tell these pathetic jokes of yours and insult people because you’re afraid someone’s going to do it to you first. You sleep around because you like the attention… I mean, come on Fade… Jihad doesn’t give you any. No Normal woman would… So you have to go out and find all these skanky little hoes to make you feel good about yourself. "

HalO stops, folding her arms, now in the center of a square of pavement. She tilts her head to the side slowly.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You’re a walking fucking head problem Fade, and you have the nerve to call me a freak?... The irony is almost pitiful kid, truly it is. "

Slowly a heard of people surround HalO… Parted with HalO in the middle. One side stands a huge crowd of people, stamping their feet “D.O.A” spread across their t-shirts. The Other side stand another crowd of not-so-happy people, all wearing “VNB” shirts.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” I know this is you wanting to prove yourself Fade. I know this was your way of you trying to prove that you are better then Jihad… Accepting a challenge that your greater turned down?... I mean, what else could it surely be? "

HalO steps forward, walking a line in front of all the VNB fans. Her eyes pierce every single person before her, wanting them to feel her words… wanting to make sure she can hear them sting.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” Confident your going to win, confident that everything is going to go your way. You want Jihad to be watching to make sure he see’s how well you are doing. With a pat on the back and a slave at your side, you want to be propelled into the world of stardom… "

Grinning, she stops in front of one particularly attractive woman. HalO smiles, lifting the woman’s limp blond hair and begins twirling it gracefully around her finger.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” The Pride of Hollywood… The pride of fake, talent less beings with nothing worthy about them, except their sex appeal… "

HalO leans in closer to the woman.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” Well… Your fake and talent less… so two out of three isn’t too bad Fade. "

HalO pushes the disgusted woman back as the VNB crowd begin to roar with hatred. HalO grins at this vulgar display in front of her, the anger of her enemies only fueling her adrenaline. The D.O.A crowd begin to slam their feet harder on the pavement.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” You hear that fade?… "

She pulls the camera closer to her, grinning as she spins it to face the D.O.A crowd. They roar loudly as they slam their feet on the floor louder, drowning out the VNB crowd. One by One the Disciples raise the horns high in the air…

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” At last, it’s knocking for you Fade; Rapping against your door. Turning your back from it, you ignore what I am and forgot what I was… I don’t want you to regret your decision my dear boy, surely not… I want you to become under the illusion that you have a chance of defeating me… I want you to think, whole-heartedly that you truly are greater then me… That you as a unite can defeat everything I have created… "

Grinning, HalO whispers quietly, her fingertips caressing the camera lens as the crowd gets louder.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” You’re coming as a member for one of the greatest tag teams in the world… I… I am coming as the last soul member of another. I come with all the will, all the power and all the determination of every member of the D.O.A and every last disciple which stands behind me, screaming my name… I may be the one outnumbered physically… But emotionally, and mentally, I am stronger then you would have ever hoped to be Fade… "

Pushing the camera back, HalO steps back, so the D.O.A crowd all roar behind her… HalO shouts loudly, a sinister grin perched across her beautiful face.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” Death was sleeping Fade… But you awoke it, and by good lord is he pissed off…"

The crowd begin to scream “knock” as loud as their lungs will let them. HalO laughs evilly… The VNB crowd now obviously feeling intimidated by this amazing scene before them.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” How very good it sounds to hear him knocking Fade… However, I’m sure it’ll pierce through your ears like a thousand needles… So you have two choices… "

The crowd get louder….

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” You can open the door, stare death right in his face and see what evil he has to hold… Or you can leave him knocking… And let him make his own way in… "

Such a vulgar, disgusting grin HalO has as the crowd behind her slam their feet and chant knock.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” Either way my dear boy… "

The two crowds scream, hurdling towards each other viciously; However, HalO is no where to be seen. Arms and legs flying all over the place as they clash together in a mighty battle of strength and courage. The hideous, heart wrenching screams from the VNB crowd ring through the scene as HalO’s voice slowly says…

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
” Bienvenido al Infierno … "

…The scene slowly fades to black.[/b][/center]