Post by Shelly Taylor-Jones on Apr 20, 2009 17:24:06 GMT -6
It’s happening, it’s happening...it’s happening!. The world is going to see you, the world is going to witness your power!....
We fade in. We see the back of someone’s head, someone unseen but certainly heard. Long black hair draped over what seems to be some kind of robe, then at the base of some stairs kneeling is the man we’ve seen plenty of lately but not in the light....
Nero.....rise....
The man we now know is Nero rises to his feet, his shoulder length dreadlocks drape down so we’re still unable to see his face, he stands in a pair of black leather pants topless. We see his body is scared and pale, as if no sunlight has seen his skin in years. Various tattoos are seen on his hands, arms and upper chest, his head however stays down as his eyes glare at the floor.
You will be the instrument, you will be the hand that sweeps across NCW spilling innocent blood....now Nero...go....and let them know true fear.....
Nero bows his head and turns his body away, he makes his way out of the room into another, this room is completely dark except for two candles on the floor, he slowly lowers himself down onto his knees in front of an old book and a whip, he looks up and for the first time we see Nero’s face, his cold pale lips, his eyes that are pure white, no pupil, no color, just a pale white death.
“The first sacrifice has been chosen. For weeks I’ve told you about what my plan was, and for weeks you’ve had the chance to stop me old blood. You’ve had the chance to finish it before it had even begun, but instead you refused. Too locked up in your own little life, in your own struggles that pale in significance to the true terror that is coming for you. You have refused to even acknowledge me, but then again, why would you?. Why would you let the world in on your little secret?, why would you tell them what kind of man you are when your whole world right now is embroiled in an identity crisis. You’re a fool old blood......”
A cackle is heard coming from the mouth of Nero, a twisted disturbing smile comes across his pale cracked lips, a menacing look of contented pain and torment.
“You know what you could be if you simply let go, if you became the monster we all know is hiding inside.....I remember old blood, I remember what you are, what you have been, I remember everything, and if you were to embrace that dark entity, to let your true nature flow, I would look upon you as a joint brotherhood, I would again be proud to share with you our own paternal blood. But until then innocent blood will be spilled, until then their blood will be on your hands, you will look down and see the bodies piled in front of you and you’ll know that you had the power to stop it all and you did nothing....”
“The first innocent lamb has been chosen, and how ironic that the first “innocent” is one that considers himself to be evil. How sad, someone trying to act evil when in reality they’re about as harmful as a box of kittens. You’re sad Mark. You don’t know what Evil is, but then again who does?. The dictionary describes evil in an adjective form as morally wrong or bad. In this day and age who has morals?. Men watch as their daughters that they “loved” a little too much become prostitutes, they let their sons sell death in the form of drugs out in the street to younger children. If that meaning is true then the whole world is “evil” and morally corrupt.....”
“But what about as a noun?. The most common way words are used?. The noun form of evil is as follows ”a force in nature that governs and gives rise to wickedness and sin.”. Well, I don’t truly know how that is considered evil. See man was given a choice, the choice to become good or evil, they chose evil, they chose to become what they are, many people consider me to be evil but the truth is I have no label. I govern my life to my own morals, I live my life devoted to true choice, not implanted choice. Is that evil?..no...no it isn’t....but what makes you evil Mark?....”
Nero closes his eyes and pulls the whip from the table, he looks at it like a man looks at the woman e loves, his fingers study it and caress it like someone would a lover.
“Is it that you had a verbal sparring session with Spike Kane and insulted his dead child?. Oh I’m so shocked. Not that you mentioned his child, but that you’d actually use such lame shock tactics and then consider yourself to be a monster. You not a monster Mark, you’re a whore, a common attention grabbing whore. You do things for shock value and humor, that’s not evil ,that’s Jim Carey after reading a book by Alistair Crowley....”
“Your little attack on Scotty Callaway was most amusing, what was that supposed to prove?, that you can harm a man on crutches who’s eaten to many Doritos?, and the burning pentagram?, Such a reliance on symbolism Mark...it’s a joke, and you are a joke that has to end, I have to spill blood this week and yours is what will end up staining the ring...you’re the innocent lamb being led to my slaughter...welcome to my nightmare....”
We fade in. We see the back of someone’s head, someone unseen but certainly heard. Long black hair draped over what seems to be some kind of robe, then at the base of some stairs kneeling is the man we’ve seen plenty of lately but not in the light....
Nero.....rise....
The man we now know is Nero rises to his feet, his shoulder length dreadlocks drape down so we’re still unable to see his face, he stands in a pair of black leather pants topless. We see his body is scared and pale, as if no sunlight has seen his skin in years. Various tattoos are seen on his hands, arms and upper chest, his head however stays down as his eyes glare at the floor.
You will be the instrument, you will be the hand that sweeps across NCW spilling innocent blood....now Nero...go....and let them know true fear.....
Nero bows his head and turns his body away, he makes his way out of the room into another, this room is completely dark except for two candles on the floor, he slowly lowers himself down onto his knees in front of an old book and a whip, he looks up and for the first time we see Nero’s face, his cold pale lips, his eyes that are pure white, no pupil, no color, just a pale white death.
“The first sacrifice has been chosen. For weeks I’ve told you about what my plan was, and for weeks you’ve had the chance to stop me old blood. You’ve had the chance to finish it before it had even begun, but instead you refused. Too locked up in your own little life, in your own struggles that pale in significance to the true terror that is coming for you. You have refused to even acknowledge me, but then again, why would you?. Why would you let the world in on your little secret?, why would you tell them what kind of man you are when your whole world right now is embroiled in an identity crisis. You’re a fool old blood......”
A cackle is heard coming from the mouth of Nero, a twisted disturbing smile comes across his pale cracked lips, a menacing look of contented pain and torment.
“You know what you could be if you simply let go, if you became the monster we all know is hiding inside.....I remember old blood, I remember what you are, what you have been, I remember everything, and if you were to embrace that dark entity, to let your true nature flow, I would look upon you as a joint brotherhood, I would again be proud to share with you our own paternal blood. But until then innocent blood will be spilled, until then their blood will be on your hands, you will look down and see the bodies piled in front of you and you’ll know that you had the power to stop it all and you did nothing....”
“The first innocent lamb has been chosen, and how ironic that the first “innocent” is one that considers himself to be evil. How sad, someone trying to act evil when in reality they’re about as harmful as a box of kittens. You’re sad Mark. You don’t know what Evil is, but then again who does?. The dictionary describes evil in an adjective form as morally wrong or bad. In this day and age who has morals?. Men watch as their daughters that they “loved” a little too much become prostitutes, they let their sons sell death in the form of drugs out in the street to younger children. If that meaning is true then the whole world is “evil” and morally corrupt.....”
“But what about as a noun?. The most common way words are used?. The noun form of evil is as follows ”a force in nature that governs and gives rise to wickedness and sin.”. Well, I don’t truly know how that is considered evil. See man was given a choice, the choice to become good or evil, they chose evil, they chose to become what they are, many people consider me to be evil but the truth is I have no label. I govern my life to my own morals, I live my life devoted to true choice, not implanted choice. Is that evil?..no...no it isn’t....but what makes you evil Mark?....”
Nero closes his eyes and pulls the whip from the table, he looks at it like a man looks at the woman e loves, his fingers study it and caress it like someone would a lover.
“Is it that you had a verbal sparring session with Spike Kane and insulted his dead child?. Oh I’m so shocked. Not that you mentioned his child, but that you’d actually use such lame shock tactics and then consider yourself to be a monster. You not a monster Mark, you’re a whore, a common attention grabbing whore. You do things for shock value and humor, that’s not evil ,that’s Jim Carey after reading a book by Alistair Crowley....”
“Your little attack on Scotty Callaway was most amusing, what was that supposed to prove?, that you can harm a man on crutches who’s eaten to many Doritos?, and the burning pentagram?, Such a reliance on symbolism Mark...it’s a joke, and you are a joke that has to end, I have to spill blood this week and yours is what will end up staining the ring...you’re the innocent lamb being led to my slaughter...welcome to my nightmare....”