Post by The Night Terrors on Jun 22, 2013 22:51:31 GMT -5
“Have pity on them all, for it is we who are the real monsters.”
-Bernard Heuvelmans, On the Track of Unknown Animals-
***The MPW camera opens on a lit street light, quickly flickering on and off. The sky above is dark, but instead of a starry sky, smog engulfs the city of Detroit, separating it from the rest of the universe. The camera slowly moves down to street level, until it rest pointing at one of the best sports bars in all of Detroit, Nemo’s. Even at this late hour, a few patrons are still sucking back a few beers after the Detroit Tiger’s win over the Boston Red Sox tonight. From behind the camera, two men walk into frame towards the bar. Just as they step onto the sidewalk, the light stops flickering. The man on the right, a monster of a man, is wearing black jeans and a tight black tee shirt. Next to him is a smaller man, faced smeared with makeup, and wearing a long black leather trench coat. As they enter the light, both men stop, and the smaller man looks up at the light. As he does this, the light goes out completely, and a creepy grin floats onto his face. Beginning to move again, the two open the door to Nemo’s and walk through. Almost immediately, the bar comes to a stand still. The laughing patrons, mostly young college kids, begin to stare, but neither men notice. Instead they head for a table and sit down. After a few moments, the waitress and the bartender begin to argue quietly...***
Waitress: Carl, I really don’t want to go over there. They’re creepy.
Bartender: Come on now, they won’t bite. I’m busy over here with these damn college knuckleheads. Just go and do your job damn it!
***Clearly miffed, the waitress spins away from the bartender in a huff. As see shes the two men who just walked in, she quickly loses her breath. Both men are watching her, waiting for her to come over to the table. Clearly frightened, she slowly makes her way to the table, and with an uneasy voice, she greets her guests...***
Waitress: Good evening guys. What can I get for you?
Smaller Man:[/u] We’ll take a bottle of vodka, two shot glasses...[/color]
Waitress: I’m sorry, but we don’t sell by the bottle, we can.......
***The Waitress stops speaking, noticing just how much the two men are glaring at her. Almost instantaneously, she begins to nod and slowly backs away as she talks...***
Waitress: A bottle of vodka, coming up...
***The Waitress spins around quickly and heads back to the bar. She quickly goes back to the bartender, telling him what the strange men want. He shakes his head no, but she pleads with him to reconsider. He lets in a large breath, and points to a half empty bottle of vodka sitting on the bar. She thankfully smiles at the bartender, and grabs the bottle, along with two shot glasses. The waitress brings the glasses back to the table, and sets them down in front of the two men. As she pours a shot for each of them, the smaller man begins to talk again...***
Smaller Man[/u]: What’s your name dear?[/color]
Waitress: Its, uh, um. My name is, uh, Mary...
Smaller Man:[/u] Mary huh? Well, I’m Samuel, and this is my little brother Clay. My, my, my. That sure is a pretty necklace you have there Mary...[/color]
***The waitress grabs onto her golden cross necklace, which is hanging over her modest bosom, and tucks it back into her shirt...***
Samuel:[/u] Let me ask you something. Does that really protect you?[/color]
Waitress: What do you mean?
Samuel:[/u] Does that protect you from the darkness? From the things that go bump in the night? Does that holy symbol really protect you from evil lurking from every corner?[/color]
Clay:[/u] Do you think it will protect you from the monsters sitting two feet in front of you?[/color]
***The waitress slowly begins to hyperventilate, causing evil grins to spread across both Samuel and Clay’s faces. The bartender, watching from the bar, yells for the waitress...***
Bartender: Alice, get your ass down here and get to work...
***The waitress’s eyes grow wide and she begins to lose color in her face as the bartender calls out her name...***
Samuel:[/u] Alice? I thought it was Mary...[/color]
The waitress slowly backs up into another table as both Samuel and Clay continue to watch her. She quickly spins back toward the bar, leaving Samuel and Clay in silence. As she gets to the bar, she passes the bartender and walks into the back room behind the bar. Sitting back at the table still, Samuel grabs a shot glass as Clay grabs the vodka bottle, and they quietly toast one another. Samuel slams down his shot quickly, as Clay downs about a quarter of what is left in the bottle in only two chugs. After setting the bottle down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Clay looks at Samuel and starts to speak...***
Clay:[/u] You know I hate it when you do that...[/color]
Samuel:[/u] Do what? Scare off our waitress? You should be used to that by know...[/color]
Clay:[/u] Oh believe me, if I wasn’t who I am today and I saw that ugly ass face of yours, I’d run away too. No, I hate it when you call me your little brother. I know you think it’s funny because it’s ironic, but stop that shit already.[/color]
Samuel:[/u] You know I just have to get a rise from you in front of a pretty girl. Not my type though. A bit too skittish for my liking. Though I know you’re not quite as picky as I am brother...[/color]
***A devious grin comes across the face of Clay as he picks back up the vodka bottle, downing all but a couple of ounces. As he puts the bottle back down on the hard oak table, he begins to ask a question...***
Clay:[/u] Last night in Detroit for a while it seems. Where we off to again?[/color]
Samuel:[/u] Milwaukee, Wisconsin. In fact, other reason I wanted to come out here tonight is because I have a bit of a surprise for you...[/color]
Clay:[/u] I figured there was something else to tonight. Other than me, you can’t stand the whole of humanity...[/color]
Samuel:[/u] You know as well as I do that neither of us are like them. We’re the exceptions to the rule. But back to Milwaukee. I got a message from the MPW offices before we left the arena tonight during Takedown. Remember how they said we won’t be in the ring for a few weeks until are contracts are filed?[/color]
Clay:[/u] What about it?[/color]
Samuel:[/u] Turns out, since we were already in Detroit, they put a rush on it. We’ll be stepping into the ring next week. The Night Terrors finally in the ring again...[/color]
Clay:[/u] About damn time. So who are the two fools unlucky enough to have to step into the abyss with us?[/color]
Samuel:[/u] Real Steele, two brothers if you’d believe it...[/color]
Clay:[/u] Been a long time since we’ve had a family rumble. You want me to get my hands dirty this week? You know how much I love getting my hands dirty...[/color]
***From the left, one of the drunk college kids, a blond male standing a little of six feet, stumbles over to their table and holds out two beers. The college kid places the beers down in front of Samuel and Clay. Through minorly slurred words, the kid starts to speak...***
College Kid 1: Here you go guys. Drink up, it’s a party. Scherzer got win number eleven tonight! ELEVEN!!!!
Samuel:[/u] Not much for beer. Why don’t you go run off back to your pals and leave us the hell alone...[/color]
College Kid 1: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your little Halloween party Mr. Makeup Man. Or did I interrupt your fancy date? You the big guy’s bitch?
Samuel:[/u] So what if I am? What if he was planning on bending me over this table and screwing me? You got a problem with that?[/color]
***Samuel stands up and faces the drunk college kid, smile still on his face. Almost instantly from across the bar, a group of four other young males come up behind the drunk kid, trying to intimidate Samuel. But the grin never leaves Samuel’s face, nor does Clay’s stone stare leave the group of college kids as Samuel starts to speak...***
Samuel:[/u] Here’s the problem with people like you. You lash out at anything different because you don’t know how to process them. Are they freaks? Monsters? Queers? You and your pathetic race fear the unknown, so you do the only thing you can do and lash out against it. You think that just because these boys have got your back, that you’re the king of the hill, don’t you?[/color]
College Kid 1: That’s it. I came here for a good time. But now I’m going to have to settle for the story of how I kid some queer freak’s ass tonight! You and me, out in the parking lot...
College Kid 2: Yeah, kick his ass Adam!
College Kid 3: Show him what it means to mess with someone from Detroit!
Samuel:[/u] Oh, a good time you say?[/color]
***Samuel quickly lunges forward and kisses the drunk kid on the mouth, eliciting disgusted groans from his friends behind him. The drunk kid quickly pushes Samuel off of him, and spits on the ground. After he wipes off the smeared makeup now on his face, He throws a big right at Samuel, connecting square in the cheek. As Samuel takes a stunned step back, Clay angrily rises from his seat, tearing the hard oak table from the floor, in which it was bolted to, and throws it against the nearby wall. Clay goes to move forward towards the group, by Samuel puts a hand back to stop Clay. Samuel, lightly bleeding from the side of the mouth, winks at Clay, and then turns his attention back to the drunk kid. ***
Adam: Come on you homo! You gonna man up or what?
Samuel:[/u] Outside...[/color]
***The drunks all start to celebrate as they quickly file outside. Samuel and Clay quickly follow behind the college kids, stopping only to toss a twenty towards the bartender. Samuel and Clay head outside into the parking lot out back, lit by a solitary street light, and Adam takes off his shirt and starts loosening up for the fight. Samuel turns to Clay to say something...***
Samuel:[/u] I’ve got this. But you know what to do...[/color]
***Clay lets out a faint chuckle as he nods to Samuel. Clay takes off his long black leather trench coat, revealing black pants and a torn up black leather shirt. Samuel drops the trench coat to the ground, and steps up toward Adam. Adam, not waiting for Samuel to put his hands up, swings. Samuel this time sidesteps the blow, and slaps Adam square on the ass. Adam turns around, bright red, and yells at Samuel. He tries to run and tackle Samuel, but Samuel grabs his, reverses the momentum, and causes Adam to skid face first on the cold hard blacktop. Samuel quickly rises to his feet as Adam gets on all fours, blood pouring from his left eyebrow onto the ground. Before Adam has a chance to react, Samuel punt kicks him in the head, sending Adam straight on his back. Samuel stands over Adam, who is barely moving, and sits down high up on his chest, knees pinning Adam’s shoulders to the ground. Samuel runs both of his hands through his long black hair, down his body, over his crotch, and then rubs his hands over Adam’s face...***
Samuel:[/u] You having a good time yet baby? Am I showing you the time of your life?[/color]
Adam: You sick mother...
***One of Adam’s friends begin to move towards Samuel, but before he can move a foot, Clay grabs him by the throat, lifts him off the ground, and throws him into the brick wall of Nemo’s. Clay grabs another of the drunks, and throws him into a third drunk, causing their heads to collide with one another. The last drunk grabs a random beer bottle off the ground and comes toward Clay. Clay, seeing this, lowers his arms and points to his forehead...***
Clay:[/u] You think you got the guts? Go ahead, I dare you...[/color]
***The drunk with the bottle pauses for a split second, and then swings the beer bottle over Clay’s bald head. Clay blinks upon impact, and feels the top of his head, and pull out a small shard of bottle. As he pulls the glass out, a light stream of blood runs down to his face. Clay sees the blood, smiles, and then looks back at the drunk...***
Clay:[/u] You think you got the guts? Go ahead, I dare you...[/color]
***Clay grabs the drunk by the back of the head with both hands, and delivers a massive headbutt. The drunk goes limp in Clay’s arms, but Clay just smiles as he presses him above his head. Clay turns toward a silver F-150 in the parking lot, and tosses the drunk from above his head straight into the passenger side door, leaving a huge dent as his body falls limply to the ground. Clay turns around as one of the drunks stumble in front of a metal dumpster. Clay runs at the drunk, and hits him with his whole body, causing the drunk to fly into the metal dumpster. The man lays on top of the metal lid in pain until it gives in due to the weight, causing the man to fall into the dumpster. Clay looks toward the two remaining drunks whose heads collided, and watches them quickly flee from the parking lot. Clay walks over to Samuel, who is still sitting on Adam...***
Samuel:[/u] You just had push it, didn’t you Adam. People like you can’t just seem to accept the unknown. You turn your head to the strange. But, what you don’t understand Adam, is that the world is a dark place filled with the strange and the unknown. Now, I understand that you felt invincible here tonight, with a mix of alcohol and friends, most of the weak minded people like you would feel the same. But what you failed to realize, is that those of us, like my brother Clay and I, who embrace the strange, the unknown, the darkness of humanity, we are the invincible ones. And by fearing the strange, the different, and the unknown, you misplace your fear. Pain, darkness, fear, those are the kryptonite of man...[/color]
Clay:[/u] Lucky for us, we don’t have to fear. We have embraced all of the pain and sorrow this world has to offer. We have been twisted into something other than man. We’re the boogeyman that awaits you in the shadows. We’re the entity that haunts your dreams. We are the monsters here to destroy your souls...[/color]
Adam: Please, just let me go. I’m sorry man, I’m sorry...
Samuel:[/u] Don’t worry sweet Adam, it will be over for you real soon. But before you go to sleep for the night baby, just learn a little lesson from tonight. Even if you can’t remember what happen tonight when you wake in the morning, store this in the back of your mind so that some day you’ll remember. Embrace fear, the strange, the dark, and the unknown. It’s the only way you can survive this hell of an existence while remaining intact. Sweet dreams Adam, though it’s more likely you’ll look back at this and remember a nightmare...[/color]
***Samuel leans over and kisses Adam on the forehead, and then quickly levels him with a huge downward elbow to Adam’s busted open left eyebrow. Blood begins to stream down Adams face as Samuel is lifted up to his feet by Clay. Adam lays motionless, head to the side and barely breathing on the ground. Samuel looks around at the carnage caused by Clay and smiles...***
Samuel:[/u] Four on one and they couldn’t even give you a fair fight. I’m sorry brother...[/color]
Clay:[/u] You know me Sam, I prefer things to get a little messy anyway. So, Milwaukee?...[/color]
Samuel:[/u] Milwaukee it is. Time to show Real Steele and the rest of the MPW what Monsters truly look like...[/color]
***Samuel walks over to his trench coat, picks it up off the ground, and slowly puts it on. Clay walks in front of him, ignoring the wake of his destruction he left behind. Samuel stands there for a moment, until the back door of Nemo’s opens up. The waitress Alice from before takes one step out of the back door to check on the remaining drunk college kids, but freezes as she sees Samuel watching her again. Samuel picks up his hand, which is covered in Adam’s blood, and blows her a kiss. Alice screams as she quickly backtracks into the bar and slams the door behind her. Samuel lets out a huge maniacal laugh as he looks up towards the lone streetlight lighting the parking lot. Samuel moves his hand in the direction of the light, and it begins to flicker. Samuel snaps his fingers, and the light goes completely dark. The camera feed can barely pick up Samuel’s shadow as he walks toward Clay. After a moment of silence and complete stillness, the parking lot light begins to flicker on again, finally turning fully on. Samuel and Clay are gone completely, almost as though they too engulfed in the darkness that is Detroit...............***
-Bernard Heuvelmans, On the Track of Unknown Animals-
***The MPW camera opens on a lit street light, quickly flickering on and off. The sky above is dark, but instead of a starry sky, smog engulfs the city of Detroit, separating it from the rest of the universe. The camera slowly moves down to street level, until it rest pointing at one of the best sports bars in all of Detroit, Nemo’s. Even at this late hour, a few patrons are still sucking back a few beers after the Detroit Tiger’s win over the Boston Red Sox tonight. From behind the camera, two men walk into frame towards the bar. Just as they step onto the sidewalk, the light stops flickering. The man on the right, a monster of a man, is wearing black jeans and a tight black tee shirt. Next to him is a smaller man, faced smeared with makeup, and wearing a long black leather trench coat. As they enter the light, both men stop, and the smaller man looks up at the light. As he does this, the light goes out completely, and a creepy grin floats onto his face. Beginning to move again, the two open the door to Nemo’s and walk through. Almost immediately, the bar comes to a stand still. The laughing patrons, mostly young college kids, begin to stare, but neither men notice. Instead they head for a table and sit down. After a few moments, the waitress and the bartender begin to argue quietly...***
Waitress: Carl, I really don’t want to go over there. They’re creepy.
Bartender: Come on now, they won’t bite. I’m busy over here with these damn college knuckleheads. Just go and do your job damn it!
***Clearly miffed, the waitress spins away from the bartender in a huff. As see shes the two men who just walked in, she quickly loses her breath. Both men are watching her, waiting for her to come over to the table. Clearly frightened, she slowly makes her way to the table, and with an uneasy voice, she greets her guests...***
Waitress: Good evening guys. What can I get for you?
Smaller Man:[/u] We’ll take a bottle of vodka, two shot glasses...[/color]
Waitress: I’m sorry, but we don’t sell by the bottle, we can.......
***The Waitress stops speaking, noticing just how much the two men are glaring at her. Almost instantaneously, she begins to nod and slowly backs away as she talks...***
Waitress: A bottle of vodka, coming up...
***The Waitress spins around quickly and heads back to the bar. She quickly goes back to the bartender, telling him what the strange men want. He shakes his head no, but she pleads with him to reconsider. He lets in a large breath, and points to a half empty bottle of vodka sitting on the bar. She thankfully smiles at the bartender, and grabs the bottle, along with two shot glasses. The waitress brings the glasses back to the table, and sets them down in front of the two men. As she pours a shot for each of them, the smaller man begins to talk again...***
Smaller Man[/u]: What’s your name dear?[/color]
Waitress: Its, uh, um. My name is, uh, Mary...
Smaller Man:[/u] Mary huh? Well, I’m Samuel, and this is my little brother Clay. My, my, my. That sure is a pretty necklace you have there Mary...[/color]
***The waitress grabs onto her golden cross necklace, which is hanging over her modest bosom, and tucks it back into her shirt...***
Samuel:[/u] Let me ask you something. Does that really protect you?[/color]
Waitress: What do you mean?
Samuel:[/u] Does that protect you from the darkness? From the things that go bump in the night? Does that holy symbol really protect you from evil lurking from every corner?[/color]
Clay:[/u] Do you think it will protect you from the monsters sitting two feet in front of you?[/color]
***The waitress slowly begins to hyperventilate, causing evil grins to spread across both Samuel and Clay’s faces. The bartender, watching from the bar, yells for the waitress...***
Bartender: Alice, get your ass down here and get to work...
***The waitress’s eyes grow wide and she begins to lose color in her face as the bartender calls out her name...***
Samuel:[/u] Alice? I thought it was Mary...[/color]
The waitress slowly backs up into another table as both Samuel and Clay continue to watch her. She quickly spins back toward the bar, leaving Samuel and Clay in silence. As she gets to the bar, she passes the bartender and walks into the back room behind the bar. Sitting back at the table still, Samuel grabs a shot glass as Clay grabs the vodka bottle, and they quietly toast one another. Samuel slams down his shot quickly, as Clay downs about a quarter of what is left in the bottle in only two chugs. After setting the bottle down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Clay looks at Samuel and starts to speak...***
Clay:[/u] You know I hate it when you do that...[/color]
Samuel:[/u] Do what? Scare off our waitress? You should be used to that by know...[/color]
Clay:[/u] Oh believe me, if I wasn’t who I am today and I saw that ugly ass face of yours, I’d run away too. No, I hate it when you call me your little brother. I know you think it’s funny because it’s ironic, but stop that shit already.[/color]
Samuel:[/u] You know I just have to get a rise from you in front of a pretty girl. Not my type though. A bit too skittish for my liking. Though I know you’re not quite as picky as I am brother...[/color]
***A devious grin comes across the face of Clay as he picks back up the vodka bottle, downing all but a couple of ounces. As he puts the bottle back down on the hard oak table, he begins to ask a question...***
Clay:[/u] Last night in Detroit for a while it seems. Where we off to again?[/color]
Samuel:[/u] Milwaukee, Wisconsin. In fact, other reason I wanted to come out here tonight is because I have a bit of a surprise for you...[/color]
Clay:[/u] I figured there was something else to tonight. Other than me, you can’t stand the whole of humanity...[/color]
Samuel:[/u] You know as well as I do that neither of us are like them. We’re the exceptions to the rule. But back to Milwaukee. I got a message from the MPW offices before we left the arena tonight during Takedown. Remember how they said we won’t be in the ring for a few weeks until are contracts are filed?[/color]
Clay:[/u] What about it?[/color]
Samuel:[/u] Turns out, since we were already in Detroit, they put a rush on it. We’ll be stepping into the ring next week. The Night Terrors finally in the ring again...[/color]
Clay:[/u] About damn time. So who are the two fools unlucky enough to have to step into the abyss with us?[/color]
Samuel:[/u] Real Steele, two brothers if you’d believe it...[/color]
Clay:[/u] Been a long time since we’ve had a family rumble. You want me to get my hands dirty this week? You know how much I love getting my hands dirty...[/color]
***From the left, one of the drunk college kids, a blond male standing a little of six feet, stumbles over to their table and holds out two beers. The college kid places the beers down in front of Samuel and Clay. Through minorly slurred words, the kid starts to speak...***
College Kid 1: Here you go guys. Drink up, it’s a party. Scherzer got win number eleven tonight! ELEVEN!!!!
Samuel:[/u] Not much for beer. Why don’t you go run off back to your pals and leave us the hell alone...[/color]
College Kid 1: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your little Halloween party Mr. Makeup Man. Or did I interrupt your fancy date? You the big guy’s bitch?
Samuel:[/u] So what if I am? What if he was planning on bending me over this table and screwing me? You got a problem with that?[/color]
***Samuel stands up and faces the drunk college kid, smile still on his face. Almost instantly from across the bar, a group of four other young males come up behind the drunk kid, trying to intimidate Samuel. But the grin never leaves Samuel’s face, nor does Clay’s stone stare leave the group of college kids as Samuel starts to speak...***
Samuel:[/u] Here’s the problem with people like you. You lash out at anything different because you don’t know how to process them. Are they freaks? Monsters? Queers? You and your pathetic race fear the unknown, so you do the only thing you can do and lash out against it. You think that just because these boys have got your back, that you’re the king of the hill, don’t you?[/color]
College Kid 1: That’s it. I came here for a good time. But now I’m going to have to settle for the story of how I kid some queer freak’s ass tonight! You and me, out in the parking lot...
College Kid 2: Yeah, kick his ass Adam!
College Kid 3: Show him what it means to mess with someone from Detroit!
Samuel:[/u] Oh, a good time you say?[/color]
***Samuel quickly lunges forward and kisses the drunk kid on the mouth, eliciting disgusted groans from his friends behind him. The drunk kid quickly pushes Samuel off of him, and spits on the ground. After he wipes off the smeared makeup now on his face, He throws a big right at Samuel, connecting square in the cheek. As Samuel takes a stunned step back, Clay angrily rises from his seat, tearing the hard oak table from the floor, in which it was bolted to, and throws it against the nearby wall. Clay goes to move forward towards the group, by Samuel puts a hand back to stop Clay. Samuel, lightly bleeding from the side of the mouth, winks at Clay, and then turns his attention back to the drunk kid. ***
Adam: Come on you homo! You gonna man up or what?
Samuel:[/u] Outside...[/color]
***The drunks all start to celebrate as they quickly file outside. Samuel and Clay quickly follow behind the college kids, stopping only to toss a twenty towards the bartender. Samuel and Clay head outside into the parking lot out back, lit by a solitary street light, and Adam takes off his shirt and starts loosening up for the fight. Samuel turns to Clay to say something...***
Samuel:[/u] I’ve got this. But you know what to do...[/color]
***Clay lets out a faint chuckle as he nods to Samuel. Clay takes off his long black leather trench coat, revealing black pants and a torn up black leather shirt. Samuel drops the trench coat to the ground, and steps up toward Adam. Adam, not waiting for Samuel to put his hands up, swings. Samuel this time sidesteps the blow, and slaps Adam square on the ass. Adam turns around, bright red, and yells at Samuel. He tries to run and tackle Samuel, but Samuel grabs his, reverses the momentum, and causes Adam to skid face first on the cold hard blacktop. Samuel quickly rises to his feet as Adam gets on all fours, blood pouring from his left eyebrow onto the ground. Before Adam has a chance to react, Samuel punt kicks him in the head, sending Adam straight on his back. Samuel stands over Adam, who is barely moving, and sits down high up on his chest, knees pinning Adam’s shoulders to the ground. Samuel runs both of his hands through his long black hair, down his body, over his crotch, and then rubs his hands over Adam’s face...***
Samuel:[/u] You having a good time yet baby? Am I showing you the time of your life?[/color]
Adam: You sick mother...
***One of Adam’s friends begin to move towards Samuel, but before he can move a foot, Clay grabs him by the throat, lifts him off the ground, and throws him into the brick wall of Nemo’s. Clay grabs another of the drunks, and throws him into a third drunk, causing their heads to collide with one another. The last drunk grabs a random beer bottle off the ground and comes toward Clay. Clay, seeing this, lowers his arms and points to his forehead...***
Clay:[/u] You think you got the guts? Go ahead, I dare you...[/color]
***The drunk with the bottle pauses for a split second, and then swings the beer bottle over Clay’s bald head. Clay blinks upon impact, and feels the top of his head, and pull out a small shard of bottle. As he pulls the glass out, a light stream of blood runs down to his face. Clay sees the blood, smiles, and then looks back at the drunk...***
Clay:[/u] You think you got the guts? Go ahead, I dare you...[/color]
***Clay grabs the drunk by the back of the head with both hands, and delivers a massive headbutt. The drunk goes limp in Clay’s arms, but Clay just smiles as he presses him above his head. Clay turns toward a silver F-150 in the parking lot, and tosses the drunk from above his head straight into the passenger side door, leaving a huge dent as his body falls limply to the ground. Clay turns around as one of the drunks stumble in front of a metal dumpster. Clay runs at the drunk, and hits him with his whole body, causing the drunk to fly into the metal dumpster. The man lays on top of the metal lid in pain until it gives in due to the weight, causing the man to fall into the dumpster. Clay looks toward the two remaining drunks whose heads collided, and watches them quickly flee from the parking lot. Clay walks over to Samuel, who is still sitting on Adam...***
Samuel:[/u] You just had push it, didn’t you Adam. People like you can’t just seem to accept the unknown. You turn your head to the strange. But, what you don’t understand Adam, is that the world is a dark place filled with the strange and the unknown. Now, I understand that you felt invincible here tonight, with a mix of alcohol and friends, most of the weak minded people like you would feel the same. But what you failed to realize, is that those of us, like my brother Clay and I, who embrace the strange, the unknown, the darkness of humanity, we are the invincible ones. And by fearing the strange, the different, and the unknown, you misplace your fear. Pain, darkness, fear, those are the kryptonite of man...[/color]
Clay:[/u] Lucky for us, we don’t have to fear. We have embraced all of the pain and sorrow this world has to offer. We have been twisted into something other than man. We’re the boogeyman that awaits you in the shadows. We’re the entity that haunts your dreams. We are the monsters here to destroy your souls...[/color]
Adam: Please, just let me go. I’m sorry man, I’m sorry...
Samuel:[/u] Don’t worry sweet Adam, it will be over for you real soon. But before you go to sleep for the night baby, just learn a little lesson from tonight. Even if you can’t remember what happen tonight when you wake in the morning, store this in the back of your mind so that some day you’ll remember. Embrace fear, the strange, the dark, and the unknown. It’s the only way you can survive this hell of an existence while remaining intact. Sweet dreams Adam, though it’s more likely you’ll look back at this and remember a nightmare...[/color]
***Samuel leans over and kisses Adam on the forehead, and then quickly levels him with a huge downward elbow to Adam’s busted open left eyebrow. Blood begins to stream down Adams face as Samuel is lifted up to his feet by Clay. Adam lays motionless, head to the side and barely breathing on the ground. Samuel looks around at the carnage caused by Clay and smiles...***
Samuel:[/u] Four on one and they couldn’t even give you a fair fight. I’m sorry brother...[/color]
Clay:[/u] You know me Sam, I prefer things to get a little messy anyway. So, Milwaukee?...[/color]
Samuel:[/u] Milwaukee it is. Time to show Real Steele and the rest of the MPW what Monsters truly look like...[/color]
***Samuel walks over to his trench coat, picks it up off the ground, and slowly puts it on. Clay walks in front of him, ignoring the wake of his destruction he left behind. Samuel stands there for a moment, until the back door of Nemo’s opens up. The waitress Alice from before takes one step out of the back door to check on the remaining drunk college kids, but freezes as she sees Samuel watching her again. Samuel picks up his hand, which is covered in Adam’s blood, and blows her a kiss. Alice screams as she quickly backtracks into the bar and slams the door behind her. Samuel lets out a huge maniacal laugh as he looks up towards the lone streetlight lighting the parking lot. Samuel moves his hand in the direction of the light, and it begins to flicker. Samuel snaps his fingers, and the light goes completely dark. The camera feed can barely pick up Samuel’s shadow as he walks toward Clay. After a moment of silence and complete stillness, the parking lot light begins to flicker on again, finally turning fully on. Samuel and Clay are gone completely, almost as though they too engulfed in the darkness that is Detroit...............***
