Tag: Iseeyou

…“I don’t care if your little computer tells you I’m DEAD, because you and I both know I’m NOT!”

“I-I-I, I can’t say that f-for sure,” Derek stammers nervously as he looks down at his computer screen, and then back up at the pale Mark who stands before him.

Mark lets out a long-winded sigh, and puckers his lip up, then draws them back in. “Am I, or am I not Mark Cidare?”

“A-A-According to the computer, y-y-yes.”

“Good, good.” Mark says. “And am I alive?”

“W-W-Well YOU d-d-do look alive.”

“Excellent.” he says with a broad grin upon his face. “Now, what does the computer system say?”

“Y-You know wh…”

“NO!” Mark yells as he slaps his hand down upon the countertop. “DON’T SPEAK TO ME LIKE I AM A FOOL! TELL ME WHAT THE COMPUTER SCREEN TELLS YOU ABOU MARK CIDARE!” he bellows loudly.

Derek swallows a nervous mouthful of air. “T-T-The computer tells me that M-M-Mark Cidare d-d-died f-f-f-four hours ago.”

“And, how did I supposedly die?”

“I-I-It says h-h-h-he k-k-killed himself.”

“I!” he bellows. “IT SAYS I KILLED MYSELF!”

“N-N-No s-s-sir, it says h-h-he killed himself, s-s-so you c-can’t be M-Mark Cidare.”

“But I am, aren’t I?”…

….“I couldn’t be sure you’d come,” Derek says with trembling lips as he brushes the hair from his face with a nervous hand.

“You didn’t really give me a choice, did you.”

He smiles broadly for several lost seconds before his face falls back to its stony resolve. “The choice was always yours, I just gave you the encouragement needed to guide your pathway to me.”

“YOU FUCKING THREATENED TO KILL DONNA!”

“Promises dear boy. Words of encouragement, that was all.”

“S-S-So you never m-m-meant any of it?” he stammers.

He smiles broadly once again, allowing a muffled laugh to escape his lips as he presses a pleated napkin against them. “No, I meant every word, nigh, every syllable spoken, and had you not met me here, had you not done what I asked, I would’ve followed through with my promises spoken.” he says with an evil wink….

…“I’m not the only one who thinks it that’s for sure! You’re a disease Rodger, a tarnished mark upon the good name your father sought to grow for your family. You SHOULD kill yourself, do the world and everybody else whose ever had the misfortune of meeting you a favour.”

“I-I-I,” Rodger stammers as he casts a glance at the blade that sits in his trembling hands, before looking back up into the mirror, at his own twisted face as it stares back at him.

“What are you, a coward? Are you going to go and have a cry? Dad was right about you, everyone was!” he spits at himself.

“I-I-I, I’ve tried t-t-t-to be good, I-I-I, I have,” he stammers, as he feverously meets Karl’s petrified stare thought the mirror. “I-I-I, I swear I have.”

“BULLSHIT! You’ve been a bad, bad boy Rodger. You’ve been lying down with these married men, fornicating in a bed built on lies and sin, and then, when all the sinning is done, you try to atone for it all by taking their lives and feeding their me……”

“I TRY! I TRY!” he screams at himself, as he punches the wall beside the mirror before turning to Karl, saliva dripping from his trembling lips. “S-S-Sorry lover, but i-i-it’s almost dinner time and my flock grow hungry!”…

…Wentworth digs his feet into the ground and tightens his hands into fists as he lets a growl escape his stomach, like the bubbling fires of a volcano. “You may have taken many things from me, but you will not take my life.” he spits with fiery resolve, as he screws up his nose and casts a vicious glance towards Donovan, who wipes the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.

“I know you’re going to find this hard to believe, considering all the shit I’ve put you through, but taking your life is the last thing I have in mind. To be honest I want you to live a long and healthy life here with me, devoid of any dangers that would befall upon someone of your ilk.”

“T-Then why bring me here? W-Why threaten me?”

“I never threatened you dear boy, only those that kept you from me.”

“I-I-I, I don’t know if I can trust you.”

“You don’t need to trust me, you just need to believe me, for that is half the battle, and winning half the battle, wins the war.”

“W-W-What if I don’t want to stay? What will you do then?”

Donovan smiles broadly. “Then, I will ensure no one else gets you.”…

…“And that’s why I have to get back to San Quinten, before it’s too late.” Garrison spits proudly with a wry smile painted across his bloody lips.

“San where now?”

“SAN MOTHER-FUCKING Q-U-I-N-T-E-N!” Garrison bellows as he raises his arms high into the air and starts laughing like a mad scientist from some nineteen-seventies horror movie.

Willow’s brow moves high into his forehead while he tightly shuts his left eye and shakes his head. “Son, I’ve got to be honest. I don’t know what the FUCK you’re talking about, or where in the hell this SAN QUINTEN place is, but the energy you are putting out has gripped my tiny little heart like a good whore would grip my cock!”

“S-S-So does that m-mean you’re g-g-going to help?” Garrison stammers.

Willow slaps a heavy hand onto his shoulder and squeezes it tightly. “Yeah, I’ll get you to this San Quinten place, wherever it may be, and then I’ll help you stop those FUCKING vampires once and for all.”

Garrison smiles nervously, “B-B-But w-w-why would I want to s-s-stop them?”

“Ain’t that what you said? Didn’t they kill all your kin, and leave you to die?”

“Yes, and no,” he says with a pointed smile….

….He hits the reinforced glass with a force that should have smashed it into a thousand pieces and continued on downward, but instead it catches him like a pair of sure hands and holds him in stay. For several long moments he lies unmoving, before eventually letting out a laboured groan before the glass shatters beneath Clive, and he drops the remaining forty odd feet to the ground below, hitting the marbled floor with an explosion of red.

Giovanni turns to Kathryn with a gleeful smile torn across his face while a sea of sweat cascade down his brow. “SEE! I told you the son-of-a-bitch couldn’t fly,” he says, his words laced with a plethora of sarcasm.

“Bet that made you feel REAL big, didn’t it! Bet it made YOU feel like a real man!” she spits venomously as she pulls her gaze away his, while a ocean of tears well up in her eyes.

“Honey, every time I go to the toilet, I see how big a man I am,” he says with a with a wry smile. “But enough about the size of my cock, let’s see if you can fly?”…

…The sky opens up like a doorway and the rain tears at the earth like a million knives being stabbed into the flesh of the enemy. Duncan takes a staggered breath as he lookout the window, and turns to Sophie, who smiles like one cursed with a touch of madness.

“S-S-S-Stop it, s-s-stop smiling a-a-about everything.” he stammers through trembling lips. “W-W-We’ve d-d-damned everyone n-now.”

“WE?” she sings loudly, as she tilts her head to the side and blinks like a child doll. “If I so rightly remember, DEAR BROTHER, it was YOU who stole the words from the priest, it was YOU who spoke them on the sacred night, and it was YOU who sacrificed the lives of those that YOU hold dear for the power HE had to offer. So, don’t drag me into your foolish games, I am but an observer, watching a film play out before them, for I play no role, as I am no part.”

Duncan laughs sheepishly, “BITCH! Who THE FUCK do you THINK HE would come for, if I had offered up my nearest and dearest?”

“Y-Y-You would n-n-never?” she stammers as her face turns a shade a white….

….“You think just because what you say isn’t a lie, makes it the truth! Don’t you?” Shamus spits through overly saturated lips. “You think you’re some kind of truth sayer, sent to lord over the petty liars living in their rundown hobbles! You think you’re some kind of god! Don’t you?”

Phoebe smiles softly and gently places a fight against her lips, “Hush now father, you mustn’t draw the wrath of he who can’t be denied.” she purrs playfully. “I can only stay his hand for so long, after that your fate is his and his alone.”

“THEN STAND ASIDE AND LET THE DEMON STRIKE ME DOWN! I DON’T CARE TO BE IN YOUR DEBT FOR ANYTHING, WHORE!” he bellows with a face as red as the flesh of a tomato.

“You would rather face certain death, than have me protect you? Y-You would prefer damnation eternal, over l-living in my debt?”

He nods his head vigorously. “TOO FUCKING RIGHT! TOO FUCKING RIGHT!”

Her smile broadens. “Good, that’s what I thought you said!”…

…Lou grabs tightly at his intestines as they tumble from his torn form, and tries desperately to shove them back in. He looks up at the smiling Sammly, with lips trembling. “I-I-I, I n-n-never t-t-thought it w-w-would be y-you.”

“That’s because YOU are a blind FOOL lost in his own LIES! I, I have HATED you far longer than I loved you, and this,” she says gesturing to the sea of blood and innards that spill before him. “THIS has been coming far longer than that! For YOU never DARED to see ME for WHO I truly was, just as YOU never CARED to see what YOUR misdeeds did to others! WELL LOVER, THIS, THIS IS A MESS OF YOUR OWN CREATION, SOAK IT UP LIKE THE EARTH DOES YOUR BLOOD!” she spits as she slices the swords blade across his throat, and is sprayed by a volcano of red….

…“We are not the only ones looking for this so-called magical rainbow that’ll carry us away from here, surely you understand that? Surely somewhere inside that marvoullous brain of yours you’ve concocted a plan to secure our safety, or have you simply ignored this because you’ve never really had anything to do with anyone who your Daddy didn’t pay to watch over you?” Jackson spits though dry clenched teeth.

“It’s a gateway, NOT a rainbow, and it’s REAL!” she snaps back as she looks up from the crumpled-up paper that she holds tightly in her hands. “Maybe if you paid more attention to what I’ve been saying, you’d know that, you’d see the signs as they present themselves…”

“STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTION! WHAT ABOUT THE OTHERS!” he bellows.

“I-I-I, I d-don’t care about t-the others. Once we o-open the gateway u-utopia will be m-mine.”

“Don’t you mean ours?”

She smiles wryly, “No, no I don’t,” she says as she raises a pistol towards him…

…“Yet here we are, you and I like two peas in a pod,” Heather purrs with a wry smile wriggling across her dry cracked lips. “What shall we do next?”

“Y-Y-You can g-g-go to HELL!” Victoria spits.

Heather lets a gentle laugh escape her mouth as she rolls her eyes to the back of her skull. “My dear, I’ve been there and it wasn’t as fun as I had hoped it to be, so if you don’t mind, I will skip a second visitation. What if we were to do something much more fun? What if we were to challenge all the rules your whore of a father put in place to control your ever move, so he could only have you for his own sick purposes? What if we gave him back, what he has given to you?” she sings as though her voice was that of an angel.

Victoria’s eyes dart from Heather’s twisted gaze, and to the still form of her father’s naked body. “W-W-What t-t-things?”

“All that which he has done, we will do.”

“B-B-But I-I-I-I, I don’t h-h-have o-o-one of those,” she says nervously as she points to her father’s flaccid penis.

“I do,” Heather purrs….

…Douglas drops to his knees and lets out one final breath before falling to the earth in a lifeless heap while a sea of red grows from beneath him.

Conner combs his hands forcefully through his hair, pulls it back tightly as he loops a band around the blood drenched mop. “I always thought he would have more fight in him at this young age, compared to the piece of shit he grew into, but he has left me unsatisfied.” he hisses with words soaked in disappointment.

“Experience always triumphs over age, it’s the one thing you can never capitalise on. His older self obviously had more plays in his book of games, plays that kept him alive far longer than the strength of age this pup was blessed with.”

“No, that isn’t it,” he spits with disgust and annoyance. “He fought the same, and used all the same tricks, he just didn’t have it in him. No staying power. No passion.”

“Like I said, that’s experience, and experience will make you into a god if you have enough.”

“Then bow before your god, for I have lived since the first star was born, and I will be here when the last star dies.”

Brute laughs heartedly as he slaps a hand on Conner’s shoulder tightly. “You may have lived from one end of time to the next, but you have never LIVED!”…

…He stares at the light as it shines through the cracks that run along the rim on the doorway and lets out a stuttered laugh before nervously turning back to Tessa. “Y-Y-You want me t-t-to seriously e-e-entertain the idea that J-Jackie, m-m-MY FUCKING JACKIE, j-j-just up and walked t-t-through this FUCKING joke o-of a door ha-hand in F-FUCKING hand with some s-s-sort of GHOST! I-I-Is that w-w-what you’re trying t-t-to t-tell me?” he spits through overly saturated lips, readjusting his glasses several times, as they try to jump from his face.

“I-I-I know, i-it sound crazy, b-but I swear that’s what I saw,” Tessa replies quickly.

He turns back to the doorway and lets out a loud anxious sigh. “H-H-How does it open?”

Tessa shrugs her shoulder and lets out an audible grunt, “I don’t know, it just opened the same way it closed.”

One of his eyebrows rises high on his brow and his lips quiver with nervous trepidation as he casts a glance over towards her. “A-And how exactly was that?”

She shrugs her shoulders again, splaying her arms out to each side. “I don’t know, it just opened.”

He lets out another sigh that is caught within his chest, as he turns to the doorway once more, as it gently opens before them…

…Jeramiah closes his eyes and lets out a stuttered sigh, “Are you telling me the truth, or is this another one of your lies?”

“Why would I lie?”

“Because that’s what you’ve always done since the day I first met you. Rain falls and you feed shit to everyone like it’s a FUCKING rainbow.”

Jasper smiles wryly. “Like a FUCKING rainbow? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s supposed to mean what it means. Life goes on, and you lie like it doesn’t matter, and half the time you don’t even have a FUCKING reason, you just lie to lie.”

“Nah man, that ain’t how I swing, that ain’t how I lie. I don’t lie just to lie FOOL! I lie because the world needs to me to lie. I lie because I have to, not because I want to. Can’t you see that?”

Jeramiah stares at Jasper with a vacant gaze before shaking his head in disagreement. “All I see is something calling themselves a man, when they ain’t nowhere near being a man, in fact they ain’t nowhere near being anything!”

“If I ain’t anything, what am I?”

Jeramiah pulls his head back and furrows his brow. “You’re a FUCKING memory!” he says as he raises the pistol towards Jasper once more, cocking it as he does….

…“That’s NOT what she SAID!” Denver spits as she thrusts herself to her feet and digs a pointed finger into Howard’s bare chest. “She said SHE was SCARED of something, o-o-of someone. WAS IT YOU?” she sneers as she digs her finger in deeper, breaking the skin with the sharp end of her fingernail.

Howard’s face screws up and he shoves her away from him, and he clumsily attempts to get back to his feet only to find the worlds surface swaying to and fro before him, and stumbles back into his seat with a pale, groggy complexion.

“I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I…” he murmurs, as he tries to focus his words and vison. “I-I-I, I LOVED HER!” he spits with volatile desperation. “I-I-I, I D-D-DID E-E-EVERYTHING T-T-TO SAVE HER!”

“LIAR!” she seethes through clenched teeth.

“I-I-I, I d-d-did everything I-I-I could, I-I tried to s-s-save her,” he sobs softly before Denver grabs him by the hair and pulls his head back, snarling like a wild animal as she raises the blade of her knife high into the air.

“Obviously you didn’t TRY enough, did you?”…

….Jarrod twists his nose and lets out a primeval growl from somewhere within his failing form. “YOU THINK THIS WILL BE THE END! YOU THINK KILLING ME WILL WIN YOUR PETTY LITTLE WAR!” he spits through bloody teeth.

“Of course I do, otherwise my actions would be concentrated elsewhere.” Dulvault replies flippantly, his words felling like the blade of another knife stabbing Jarrod through the stomach, as the many real knives had done moments ago. “You are THEIR leader, you are their KING, and without you they are cattle without a pasture. Can you not see that the war will be won with your death? For I will be the victor, I will be that pasture, I will be their NEW king.” he says proudly while strutting around the weaking Jarrod as he falls to his knees, his eyes staring off into the wilderness before him with no focused point.

“T-T-They won’t accept y-y-you. T-T-They will f-f-fight. S-S-She w-w-will s-s-stop you.” he stammers softly.

Dulvault’s smile widens, “Your whore is no more, find comfort in her arms on the other side,” he spits as he slices the blade of his sword across Jarrod’s throat, severing it from his body….

…The skies darkened to a shade of red that the sky had never shone before, and the haggard form of William cackles heartedly.

“Leave it to me, saving the world is what I do best he said. Stand back and watch me do what you never could.” he snarls before spitting a wad of bloody mucus to the ground before them. “Look at what your FUCKING champion has done. Look at the MONSTER who hid beneath the cowl. Look at your HERO and see the true VILLAIN he is!”

“H-H-He, he tried t-t-to save u-us. H-H-He tried t-t-t….”

“HE TIRED NOTHING! HE ACHIEVED! HE ASCENDED, WHILE LEAVING YOU ALL HERE TO ROT WITH THIS WORLD YOU’RE TRYING SO HARD TO PROTECT! OPEN YOUR EYES BEFORE IT’S TO LATE! SAVE WHAT’S LEFT TO SAVE!”

“H-H-How can we do that? H-H-How can w-we stop h-him?” Savannah says with trembling lips as she thrusts a pointed hand up into the sky, towards where Gunther floats menacingly above.

A wicked grin casts itself across William’s bloody mouth. “Who said anything about stopping him?”…

…“NOW, after all this, I give you something special,” Damien says with a wry smile upon his lips, as he looks out over the crowd of stunned onlookers. “I GIVE YOU IGNORANCE TO THE RULE SET FORTH BY HE WHO THOUGHT HE COMMANDED THE VERY SUN ITSELF! I GIVE YOU LIFE!” he spits as he turns back to the pale, blood drench corpse of Rosie, and watches with long lost, eager eyes.

For many silent minutes, the only movement that greets their eyes is the gently dripping of blood. Then the very air itself is electrified with some unseen force and gasps of horror break out across the small crowd, as the pool of blood that has grown beneath her begins to be drawn back in.

“Amazing to watch, isn’t it?” he quips with trembling lips as he looks nervously out across the hushed sea of faces as they stare on in dumbfounded silence.

Further cries of terror scream out as like a distorted animation, Rosie creaks and cracks her way to her feet, while the gaping hole that was tore in her belly heals itself before their eyes.

“WHO WISHES TO BE NEXT!” Damien bellows as he steps proudly in front of Rosie, holding out a bottle of fluorescent blue liquid. “WHO WANTS TO BREAK THE LORDS RULES!”…

….He clenches his bloody hands into weakly bound fists and sneers with a renewed sense of purpose before he thrusts himself proudly to his feet.

“You’ll have to go through me, for I will not allow it!” he hisses through broken jaw.

“I thought we already had,” Sophia purrs cheekily.

“LUCK AND NOTHING MORE! BEST ME AGAIN, I DARE YOU!” he fires back quickly.

“Dare me? How about how DARE YOU!” she spits with a venomous bite. “Once would be luck, twice would be plausible at best, but thrice or more would have more to do with failure of self than it would with luck.”

“I-I-I,” he stammers through trembling lips as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow.

“YOU are NOTHING! YOU are FICTION! YOU are in MY way!” she growls with a temper growing in warmth. “NOW! Stand aside, or DIE!”

He swallows a dry mouthful of air and tightens his fists once more. “Then I guess today is as good a day as any to die,” he says as a smile cuts its way across his bloody lips….

….“We here all know who is truly at fault, from the start of the day, to what is now the end. When you look around, you see all the points that HE fractured with the very thrusting of his hands. You see, with eyes open, while HE travelled with eyes closed not only to himself, but to us as well. BUT I SEE! I SEE HIM FOR WHO HE TRULY IS, AND WHAT HE HAS TRULY DONE!” Reginald cries as he thrust a pointed finger towards the gagged and bound Clive while Maria, Sally and Wendy watch on in silent terror.

“He was a wicked man, who played you all for fools,” the pale tall man whispers in Reginald’s ear, while a wicked grin slides across his lips.

“HE WAS A WICKED MAN, WHO PLAYED US ALL FOR FOOLS!” Reginald bellows as his eyes grow wide with venomous rage as he thrust a hand in the air, proudly displaying a ten-inch broad bladed knife. “BUT WE ARE FOOLS NO MORE, FOR TONIGHT WE SHALL CUT THE ROT FROM THIS EARTH!”…