Tag: Lies

…“Wednesday,” Jamie says quickly and without hesitation, bringing all eyes down upon him.

“Are you sure?” Henry asks as he looks over his wire rimmed glasses.

“I am positive,” he answers back.

“Well,” Henry says with an exacerbated sigh as he leans back, places his glasses on the bench before him and kneads his Russ as of they were putty. “This changes everything, doesn’t it?”

“Only of you allow it to,” Zek says matter-of-factly.

“I don’t think there’s much we CAN do to stop it from changing things, we cannot wipe what has happened from our minds, can we?”

“We can choose to ignore the facts and move forward as originally planned as if nothing has changed.”

Henry casts a disgruntled look over to Zek and lets out a bellowing of air from his flared nostrils. “Are we no better than those we are govern, if we abuse the rules as if they were nothing?”

“It’s not abuse, if you’re unaware of the full story.”

“BUT WE ARE!”

“So you say,” Zek says with a wry smile across his lips, as he looks over to Jamie. “But what if this conversation never took place, because poor Jamie succumbed to his injuries.”

“W-W-What?” Jamie stammers as he looks frantically over to Zek, and then to Henry. “Y-Y-Your not g-g-going to listen to him a-are you?”

“N-No, no, of course we’re not going to listen to the insanities of someone who is clearly not fit to be on this committee.”

“I’d like to interject and say that maybe YOU’RE not fit to be on this committee.”

“H-H-HOW DARE YOU!” Henry stammers as he thrusts himself to his feet, and points a trembling finger towards Zek. “H-H-HOW DARE YOU!”

“Get over yourself old man, there ain’t nothing I won’t dare, and if you’re not careful, I’ll dare to be many more things,” he says with a broad grin, as he grips his own face, and tears his flesh away….

…Sammy thrusts Jason against the wall and digs his fingers into the open gash that spills a sea of red from it. “Does it hurt, little brother? Are you in pain?” he seethes through clenched teeth.

“I-I-I, I’m not g-g-going to give y-y-you the s-satisfaction of knowing,” Jason stammers, as he forces a smile across his pale, pasty cheeks.

Without waring Sammy drives a blinding headbutt into the ridge of Jason’s nose, sending him reeling across landscapes old and new, until he crashes to the ground in a bloody heap. He scrambles to his feet and looks frantically around the eerie world that surrounds him, before he comes to a complete stop and slowly pats his stomach several times as his eyes drift down to the perfectly toned stomach that was wide open some seconds before.

“W-W-W-What the fuck i-is going on?” he says in bewilderment, as he looks up into Sammy’s wide-eyed grin.

“Waffle,” he says proudly.

“W-W-Waffle?” Jason stammers.

Sammy nods his head in agreement. “Waffle, waffle.”

“W-W-What the FUCK does waffle mean?”

The smile on Sammy’s face widens. “It mean’s your dead, and I’m going to eat your soul!” Sammy snarls as his jaw dislocates and his mouth opens wide reveling rows of sharp rotting teeth…

…“Tell me and tell me straight. Do you think that someone like me, could ever give someone like you the time of day?” Nigel asks with a furrowed brow and twisted tongue while thrusting a finger towards Catherine.

“I-I-I, I don’t understand the question,” Catherine stammers, as she looks around the room and the others as they stare on in petrified fear, before she turns her eyes back to Nigel, as he sits cross-legged at the head of the table.

He slams a fist onto the table. “DON’T LOOK TO THE OTHERS FOR HELP, AS THEY ARE ALL LOOKING OUT FOR THEMSVELE AND NOT YOU!” he spits. “NOW ANSWER MY QUESTION! DO YOU THINK SOMEONE LIKE YOU, WOULD EVER BE WORTH THE TIME OF DAY, FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME?”

“I-I-I, I think w-we are a-a-all created e-e-equl..” But she doesn’t get to finish her words, as he leaps across the table and slaps her powerfully across the cheek, knocking her to the ground.

“WE ARE NOT EQUAL! WE ARE NOT THE SAME! I AM YOUR RULER, AND YOU WILL BOW DOWN AND OBEY!” he bellows, as he draws his blade free from its scabbard, and arches the sword high into the air. “NOW, FACE YOUR PUNISHMENT!” he spits.

“Can I interrupt,” a voice says, drawing eyes to the doorway, where a long blonde haired man stands leaning against the doorway….

…The door rips from its hinges, and Delargo steps into the room, letting out a gruff thrust of air from his pulsating nostrils while flexing his muscular form like a wrestler announcing his arrival to the ring. “WHO BE THE DOG BASTARD WILLIAM WATTS!” he roars as he eyes each of the petrified faces who stare back at him in fear. “WHO BE THE COWARDLY FOOL WHO THINKS HE BE MAN ENOUGH TO KILL THE DREAD PIRATE CAPTAIN DELARGO!”

He takes another goading step forward after a handful of silent second’s pass. “BE IT YOU BOY!” he spits as he grabs a young blonde haired by head with one power hand and lift him high into the air. “ARE YOU WILLIAM WATTS?”

“N-NO! N-NO!” the boy screams.

“Pity,” Delargo slurs as he crushes the boy’s head, and tosses him to the side like a piece of garbage, then turns to another. “ARE YOU WILLIAM WATTS?” he bellows as he grabs the boy by the head, like he did the first, and lifts him high into the air.

“Let the boy down Delargo, I am William Watts!” a voice announces proudly, causing a wicked smile to snake itself across Delargo’s lips.

“As you wish,” Delargo snarls, as he squeezes the boy’s head like a pimple….

…The beads of sweat pour down his brow, as he takes several quick and laboured breaths in. He grips the controls with his throbbing hands, and grimaces once again. “You won’t beat me this time,” he hisses as he nods his head and presses the retry button once again.

The world before his fades to nothingness, and then in beyond the edges of his ear lobes, a small beat begins to make itself know, quickly accompanied by the acoustic harmonics of an electric guitar.

The room lights up, and a sea of coloured boxes flood the word before him before they start fly at him in time with the music.

He swipes wildly at the blocks with coloured bats that he holds tightly in each hand, tearing them in half with precision accuracy. The flow picks up pace, and he starts tapping his foot in rhythmic synchronicity. “W-W-Where are you, y-you p-piece of shit,” he mumbles as his eyes glide away from the playing field, and out into the three-D world beyond. With a petrified breath, he catches a glimpse of a figure moving just on the outskirts of the world, leaping from pylon, to pylon, making its way towards him. He sucks in another breath as he smiles wryly. “Let the games being,” he snarls as he throws the bats to the side, and leaps forward across the ravine, toward the figure…

…He looks out over the digital world and allows the beauty soak to its way into his senses, before turning back to Quienten. “I-I-Is this really r-real?” he stammers nervously.

“It’s as real as you want it to be.”

He looks back out over the landscape. “That’s not really answering my question.”

“It’s because your question wasn’t really a question.”

“Like this place isn’t really real?”

“If that’s how real you want it to be.”

“What kind of mystic are you?” he grunts as he turns back to Quienten, his brow furrowed.

“Who said I was a mystic?”

“Y-YOU JUST FUCKING DID!” he spits, thrusting his arm around in furious fashion.

“Are you sure that was me? I would remember telling someone I was a mystic,” he says rolling his eyes as he does.

“WHO THE FUCK ELSE WAS IT, IF IT WASN’T YOU THEN!”

“It could’ve been another user using the same avatar as me, I have done little if any alterations to this base model.”

“W-W-WHAT T-T-THE FUCK!”

“This is your first time here, isn’t it?” Quienten asks as he looks out over the flickering neon world before them.

“Y-Y-YOU ALREADY F-FUCKEN KNOW T-THAT!”

“Like I said,” Quienten says as he turns back to Kevin, with a broad smile across his twisted face. “That wasn’t me, that was the other guy!”…

…Jethro charges forward, his blades held out to his sides. With a cry, he leaps into the air, and forward towards the oncoming horde.

His blades move through the air in a preordained path, slicing though flesh and bone as if there was no difference between the two. He lands on the damp soil, steading himself with a splayed hand, as bodies around him tumble hopelessly to the earth.

He casts a snarling gaze upwards and meets Sabastian’s eyes with his own.

“The windy city has been kind to you old friend, maybe I was foolish to let you leave.”

“I have never been yours to rule over, old friend,” he spits, as he readies himself once more for attack.

“I beg to differ,” he says as he pulls Kiyota into view, her wrist firmly in his grasp. Her desperate gaze pulls at the threads of Jethro’s heart, and he grimaces once more.

“LET HER GO, OR I WILL BRING YOUR EMPIRE DOWN UPON YOU!”

“Then she will die,” Sabastian says callously as he pulls her close before gently digging the blade of a knife into her throat, breaking the skin ever so slightly.

“NO!” he bellows as he stretches out a hand desperately.

“NO?” Sabastian mimics, as he looks upon Jethro with eyes tight and confused. “What more can you threaten to take from me if I do? What else do I have, if I do not have my empire?”

“Y-Your life, one I’ll gladly take.”

“Without this, I care not for much else, so death would be a reward well earnt,” he says nonchalantly, as he drags the blade across her throat, sending a volcano of red out towards the bewildered Jethro….

…Jerry sucks in another desperate breath, and closes his eyes as he grimaces in pain, pressing the back of his palm against the gash that cuts halfway across his cheek.

“Hurt?” Peggy asks with a wide smile across her bloody lips.

“YOU FUCKING KNOW IT DOES!” he bellows as his eyes shoot open wide, and he stares deathly towards her.

“Sounds like your ego took a little bit of a hit too.” she purrs playfully.

“MY FUCKING EGO, IS MIGHTY FUCKING FINE! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!” he spits.

“Not from where I’m standing,” she scoffs as she dances around him like an animal boxing in its prey, readying to strike.

“It’s exactly how I want you to think,” he says as he sweep her legs out from under her, and drives a knife into her shoulder, pinning her to the floor.

“Clever boy, I wasn’t e..” But before she can say another word, he drives several more knives deep into her flesh, each knife digging into the wooden boards of the floor below.

“You never had a good imagination!” he sneers, as he thrusts a final knife into the center of her skull. For a few long moments he cradles himself, gently sobbing in his own arms, as emption after emotion washes over him. Finally after what seems like forever, he takes an uneasy step upward, and allows his heavy chest to fall.

“What, is that all you’ve got?” she asks, as her dead eyes look up into his….

…“You come here, and you expect me to just hand over my life’s work without a fight! What kind of IDIOT do you think I am!” Herbert cries as he thrusts a knife out towards Bronty.

“The idiot who brings a knife, to a gun fight!” Bronty snarls through a jaded smile, as she raises her pistol towards him.

Herbert lets the knife drop to the ground and throws his hands into the air as he takes a few anxious steps back. “You don’t want to do that,” he says nervously.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what I can and cannot do.”

“I’m not trying to telling you anything, I’m simply suggesting you shouldn’t venture down this road. In fact, if y…” But his words are stolen from his lips, as a bullet tears into his shoulder, sending him stumbling backwards, and to the floor in an awkward heap.

“And I said, you’re in no position to tell me what to do,” she spits as she digs the pistol’s barrel into the side of his skull and pulls him to his feet. “NOW, ARE WE DONE?”

“A-A-ARE W-W-WE DONE!” a clumsily spoken voice sings from the other side of the room. Quickly she spins to face the voices owner, tightly gripping Herbert as she uses him as a shield.

“W-W-What t-the FUCK!” she stammers as she stares into a slightly distorted version of herself.

“W-W-WHAT THE F-FUCK!” her doppelganger bellows as she holds a chainsaw into the air, and pulls the cord, bringing it to a roaring life….

…His cup topples from the bench and twists its way to a violent death at the hands of the floor. A sea of tea exploded from all sides, as the porcelain slammed into the hard polished concrete floor, and shatters from one end of the room to the other.

Cory looks over to Freddy, and gives him a playful wink, while blowing him a kiss. “Begger can’t be chooses too!” he says with snotty flair.

“FUCK YOU PRETTY BOY! I CAN BE WHATEVER I WANT TO BE!” Freddy roars as he thrust himself to his feet, crushing the slithers of cup into the floor with his high fuck-me boots.

“Did your mummy tell you that? Because if she did, she was only lying to keep you from crying!”

“ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP FLAPPING YOUR LIPS OR ARE WE GONNA PUNCH THE FUCK ON!” Freddy bellows as he raises both fists into the air and twists his lips in anger.

Cory nods his head with smug gusto. “Oh, we are gonna punch the FUCK on, that’s for sure,” he says, as he slashes the blade of a knife quickly through the air, several time, slicing deep gashes across Freddy’s arms and knuckles. He lets out a grimace of pain, hisses loudly, and pulls his hand in tightly towards himself, while letting his fists relax into open hands as he surveys the damage.

“W-W-What t…” But his words are stolen quickly away, as Cory drives a haymaker of a left into his right temple, before driving another into his left, sending Freddy staggering backwards, before he stumbles forwards, and catches a upwards thrusting knee to his chin for payment. His world explodes in colour, and then is engulfed in darkness as he feels the earth rush up and hit him in the face….