Post by Gib on Mar 25, 2010 18:05:49 GMT -6
Angel somewhere in the grand scheme of things something went wrong, somewhere in the great plan I am sure that you and I were never meant to be set forth on the bloodbath that is going to occur this weekend, because we both know that this is going to be just that a pure, unadulterated bloodbath.
I am unsure whether it was Clothos who spun the threads that started life somehow mixed our threads together, looped them in such a matter that eventually one of us was going to move on, the other left as a pile of rubbish and entrails in the ring. Danae, who also weaved the story of Perseus saying that someday he would kill his father, only to do it when he reached full adulthood in the Olympics while throwing his discus.
Maybe Lachesis while measuring our life lines and determining the lengths of our life forced us towards one another, forced us together in order to bring us to the final showdown, the final struggle. Just as she intertwined the lives of Odysseus and Circe in order to teach her, the powerful enchantress what it is like to be forever humbled, and humbled to a mortal man.
Perhaps Atropos who cuts the thread of life guided our lines together eager to see what type of spectacular brutality would become of a long winded hate driven feud between us, maybe she wanted to see the two most horrifying wrestlers in the world today attempt to kill each other for her amusement maybe this is where one of our threads will end. Killing them the same way she snipped the life of Medusa, for her crimes against Athena.
Something went wrong Angel. I need you, I need you more then anything you can imagine to defeat the monster that eats at my mind, the monster that wants nothing more then to control me, making me do sick and twisted things.
There was a time I had control…
There was a time I could fight…
But last month you took the fight out of me, seeing the spectacular brutality that you made my son want to inflict on me, and realizing that it wasn’t your fault that he acted that way, but mine. You gave anger guidance, you gave rage meaning and I am certainly understanding of why he wanted to finish me off.
It is my fault.
I was wrong.
I wish I could apologize, try to make up for the wrong I had done but he won’t let me. He won’t let me control things or find my way out, he won’t let me make amends. He sees only one thing, he sees the rage that you brought towards me, and he sees the violence that you inflicted upon me and he doesn’t understand that I fueled everything and that this is my fault. He seeks retribution, he will only be satisfied when he gets what he feels I deserve, the complete and total annihilation of those who were responsible.
Unless you can stop him Angel.
Help me.
(Scene opens to the basement of the unknown building where Harold does his work, he is busy with something at a table with a single naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling, it flickers. The camera approaches the back of Harold, immense and massive, over his shoulder you see him coloring with crayon, a giant yellow smiley face with a hole in the head, under it written in childish handwriting is a simple message stating “I Sorry”)
Angel… You just don’t get it do you. I know, you think you are inside my head, but you aren’t. You really don’t get that I don’t care about anything whatsoever, anything except the obvious at this point, and ultimately that is ridding the world of your existence. My words are simple but my actions are profound. If you don’t understand the cross, that is your problem if you don’t understand why I came and waved to your family, that is your problem but all things will be understood eventually.
Because I will have something of yours.
You are a liar a selfish, you are self serving just like me. The only difference is that you don’t admit it. You want to put on the façade that you are some monster in the ring while your put your daughter to bed, but we all really know that compared to me you are a meek lamb. You don’t truly understand that this weekend you will not be facing Gib this weekend, you will be facing Homeless Harold, the bogeyman, the nightmare. Your daughter shouldn’t be scared, and she wasn’t meant to see that, I like children, there is something about their innocence that I find endearing, there is something about there smile that truly makes me happy.
So to your daughter I feel remorse, and I have made her a card that I will hand deliver to you.
When we get to the ring this weekend it won’t be a feeble old man named Gib, it will be the monster. I don’t think you understand truly what mind games are, I don’t think you have a true understanding of the things I have planned for you, the games that we will play together the situations I am going to put you through. Everything is already in motion whether you understand it or not… You wanted to bring out the monster in be didn’t you, well you were successful.
The only thing is… I want the monster too; I want the monster inside Angel the one that no one has seen yet, the one that you don’t even believe the existence of. See, I truly believe in the yin and the yang, the binary force of nature that exists. Without evil there is no good, there is no black without white, there is no Angel without Demon. I am going to bring out the demon…
I can barely contain my happiness; I can barely stop tittering at the thoughts, at the idea of what I have in store for you. You have no idea, you have no clue and that is what is the best part of this game.
I will have something that belongs to you.
It is fun to play games with someone that thinks he is in control. It is fun to take someone so cocky, so self righteous, someone that thinks he is above this whole thing.
And to know in one month… That he will be crushed… That he will be a mindless animal seething. Because there has never existed a truer statement then “turnabout it fair play.” You don’t have to believe me, you can act smug, you can act like you have everything in your life figured out and act as if you are the master of your domain but we all know the truth.
We know that inside you are just a little boy trying to figure out what you are going to do next. You may have won the first round of our cerebral battle, you may have outsmarted me, outwrestled me and defeated me, but your time is short your chances are over because simply put I am better then you.
“The seven seals were opened, one by one, by the Lamb. "And behold, and, lo, in the midst of the throne and of the four beasts, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Lamb as it had been slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God sent forth into all the earth. And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see."\
What did you see little lamb?
What did you see little angel when you so innocently opened the seventh seal?
I know what you saw… You saw a visage that scared you, despite your inability to understand the end results of your games you play along with a confidence and ignorance that truly brings light to my heavy, degenerating, black heart. Angel, I have been in this game a lot longer then you are, I was tearing people apart longer then you have been alive and that is what the subtle difference is. You are a rookie at this game, but believe my as you took my hosts son away to teach him, I will teach you… I will teach you some of the emotions that you have seemed to forget… I will teach you pain, suffering, degradation…
(He finally stops coloring on the large piece of paper, turning his face towards the camera, the corners of his mask that surround his mouth curve up in a sinister smile)
Loss…
I think loss is something my good friend Gib is truly a master of, and it is something that you have forgotten about Angel. In one fell swoop I am going to wipe the smile from your face, I am going to turn your world upside down…
I am going to take something that belongs to you.
(Scene fades with the steady giggle of Homeless Harold.)
I am unsure whether it was Clothos who spun the threads that started life somehow mixed our threads together, looped them in such a matter that eventually one of us was going to move on, the other left as a pile of rubbish and entrails in the ring. Danae, who also weaved the story of Perseus saying that someday he would kill his father, only to do it when he reached full adulthood in the Olympics while throwing his discus.
Maybe Lachesis while measuring our life lines and determining the lengths of our life forced us towards one another, forced us together in order to bring us to the final showdown, the final struggle. Just as she intertwined the lives of Odysseus and Circe in order to teach her, the powerful enchantress what it is like to be forever humbled, and humbled to a mortal man.
Perhaps Atropos who cuts the thread of life guided our lines together eager to see what type of spectacular brutality would become of a long winded hate driven feud between us, maybe she wanted to see the two most horrifying wrestlers in the world today attempt to kill each other for her amusement maybe this is where one of our threads will end. Killing them the same way she snipped the life of Medusa, for her crimes against Athena.
Something went wrong Angel. I need you, I need you more then anything you can imagine to defeat the monster that eats at my mind, the monster that wants nothing more then to control me, making me do sick and twisted things.
There was a time I had control…
There was a time I could fight…
But last month you took the fight out of me, seeing the spectacular brutality that you made my son want to inflict on me, and realizing that it wasn’t your fault that he acted that way, but mine. You gave anger guidance, you gave rage meaning and I am certainly understanding of why he wanted to finish me off.
It is my fault.
I was wrong.
I wish I could apologize, try to make up for the wrong I had done but he won’t let me. He won’t let me control things or find my way out, he won’t let me make amends. He sees only one thing, he sees the rage that you brought towards me, and he sees the violence that you inflicted upon me and he doesn’t understand that I fueled everything and that this is my fault. He seeks retribution, he will only be satisfied when he gets what he feels I deserve, the complete and total annihilation of those who were responsible.
Unless you can stop him Angel.
Help me.
(Scene opens to the basement of the unknown building where Harold does his work, he is busy with something at a table with a single naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling, it flickers. The camera approaches the back of Harold, immense and massive, over his shoulder you see him coloring with crayon, a giant yellow smiley face with a hole in the head, under it written in childish handwriting is a simple message stating “I Sorry”)
Angel… You just don’t get it do you. I know, you think you are inside my head, but you aren’t. You really don’t get that I don’t care about anything whatsoever, anything except the obvious at this point, and ultimately that is ridding the world of your existence. My words are simple but my actions are profound. If you don’t understand the cross, that is your problem if you don’t understand why I came and waved to your family, that is your problem but all things will be understood eventually.
Because I will have something of yours.
You are a liar a selfish, you are self serving just like me. The only difference is that you don’t admit it. You want to put on the façade that you are some monster in the ring while your put your daughter to bed, but we all really know that compared to me you are a meek lamb. You don’t truly understand that this weekend you will not be facing Gib this weekend, you will be facing Homeless Harold, the bogeyman, the nightmare. Your daughter shouldn’t be scared, and she wasn’t meant to see that, I like children, there is something about their innocence that I find endearing, there is something about there smile that truly makes me happy.
So to your daughter I feel remorse, and I have made her a card that I will hand deliver to you.
When we get to the ring this weekend it won’t be a feeble old man named Gib, it will be the monster. I don’t think you understand truly what mind games are, I don’t think you have a true understanding of the things I have planned for you, the games that we will play together the situations I am going to put you through. Everything is already in motion whether you understand it or not… You wanted to bring out the monster in be didn’t you, well you were successful.
The only thing is… I want the monster too; I want the monster inside Angel the one that no one has seen yet, the one that you don’t even believe the existence of. See, I truly believe in the yin and the yang, the binary force of nature that exists. Without evil there is no good, there is no black without white, there is no Angel without Demon. I am going to bring out the demon…
I can barely contain my happiness; I can barely stop tittering at the thoughts, at the idea of what I have in store for you. You have no idea, you have no clue and that is what is the best part of this game.
I will have something that belongs to you.
It is fun to play games with someone that thinks he is in control. It is fun to take someone so cocky, so self righteous, someone that thinks he is above this whole thing.
And to know in one month… That he will be crushed… That he will be a mindless animal seething. Because there has never existed a truer statement then “turnabout it fair play.” You don’t have to believe me, you can act smug, you can act like you have everything in your life figured out and act as if you are the master of your domain but we all know the truth.
We know that inside you are just a little boy trying to figure out what you are going to do next. You may have won the first round of our cerebral battle, you may have outsmarted me, outwrestled me and defeated me, but your time is short your chances are over because simply put I am better then you.
“The seven seals were opened, one by one, by the Lamb. "And behold, and, lo, in the midst of the throne and of the four beasts, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Lamb as it had been slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God sent forth into all the earth. And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see."\
What did you see little lamb?
What did you see little angel when you so innocently opened the seventh seal?
I know what you saw… You saw a visage that scared you, despite your inability to understand the end results of your games you play along with a confidence and ignorance that truly brings light to my heavy, degenerating, black heart. Angel, I have been in this game a lot longer then you are, I was tearing people apart longer then you have been alive and that is what the subtle difference is. You are a rookie at this game, but believe my as you took my hosts son away to teach him, I will teach you… I will teach you some of the emotions that you have seemed to forget… I will teach you pain, suffering, degradation…
(He finally stops coloring on the large piece of paper, turning his face towards the camera, the corners of his mask that surround his mouth curve up in a sinister smile)
Loss…
I think loss is something my good friend Gib is truly a master of, and it is something that you have forgotten about Angel. In one fell swoop I am going to wipe the smile from your face, I am going to turn your world upside down…
I am going to take something that belongs to you.
(Scene fades with the steady giggle of Homeless Harold.)