Post by Hell's Keeper on Nov 15, 2010 8:15:30 GMT -6
Somewhere in Naples, Italy
February 13, 2010 | 12:35 AM
February 13, 2010 | 12:35 AM
Sound of chains are heard as the scene opens. Father Giordano awakes feeling light-headed and hung upside down, with his feet padlocked tight in a heavy chain. He tries to struggle loose in hopes of freeing himself, but it doesn't seem the chains show any sign of sliding off. He looks around to get a sense of where Morrison had kidnapped him, there were a lot of industrial things laying about. A factory, he thought. The only light in the whole area had come from one light bulb that flicked.
“Father...” A disembodied voice says from beyond the darkness, “Forgive me for I have sinned. It has been a few years since my last confession. And I have been one very bad person. I tortured people I loved. People that I hated. I even tortured that Marco person before I confined in you.”
The Priest tries hard to get loose.
“HE DID NOTHING TO YOU!!!”
A small chuckle comes from within the darkness as Eric Morrison approaches the lighten area. His bald head bouncing the reflection of the illuminating bulb above. He held his dead wife's black hair clutched in his fist tight assuring it wouldn't drop on the ground.
“But Father,” he said.
“Doesn't your preaching say love thy neighbor? I mean, the way you are wanting to tear me apart kind of contradicts everything you stand for, and everything that you believe in.”
“What do you want from me?!”
“I want to know where the location of the Ark is kept.”
“What would make you believe I would know?”
“Because you are associated with The Knights Templar. The bastards have modernized themselves, but they still walk among the land of the living, didn't they?”
“Go to Hell demon!”
“Wrong answer,” Keeper walks up to where he dangled and punches him hard in the rub cage.
“Now tell me, where is the Ark? He cannot save you. They cannot save you. Only you can save yourself from ending like your young friend.” Keeper growled.
“I would whether die.”
“Where's the fun in that?”
Morrison punches even harder until the Priest coughs up blood, Morrison sees this and scoops up some of the Father's blood tasting it like it were cookie dough from his mother's cookies. It tasted good. He smiled and walked off licking his finger. A sad clown dressed in a suit guarded the way out as Keeper draws near his location.
“Mr. Jiggles.” He commanded, “Torture him until I have that location. If he doesn't talk after an hour you have my word to use a chainsaw to make him change his mind. I'll find my way into Heaven and getting my family back.”
Mr Jiggles just smiles.