Post by johnreaper on Sept 16, 2020 11:33:35 GMT -5
Vhodka Marie's voice can be heard loud and clear almost as if you were in the same car as her while she was making her cellphone video. The desert sun was trying its best to melt this lone car sitting outside of a local gas station. The window shot a bright beam of reflected sun ray up against the sidewall of the building as the temperature crept ever so higher up. After the last words had echoed out, filling the inside of the car, the lady in front seat tosses her phone into the passenger seat. Regan sits in the back seat of the sona car, her arms crossed and face is scrunched up expressing her disdain for the words that she had just heard.
"I should kill you where you sit, you stuck up, self self-centered," Regan mumbles to herself before and a slick smile comes across her face. She reached up showing off a surgical scalpel in her hand. Reaching up, the blade comes within a hair from the back of the ladies' neck. Suddenly the car turns on and a rush of cold air from the car's air conditioner turns Regan's eyesight to the front of the car and then as fast as she made her way up to the lady the car lounges forward and sent her back into her seat. The view changes and now you see a empty backseat via the rear view mirror.
The words Gold's Gym as the view has changed from the desert to a more urban city background. Inside the gym, you can hear the clings and bangs of weights being slammed down and claps being adjusted to the bench press bars. The mix of sweat and protein farts fills the air as Regan, a little girl in a blood cover dress skips threw the isles of workout machines and weight racks until she stops and creepily turns her had to the side as the rest of her body stays looking forward. Then her body tuns and matches the way she is looking. There is a man lifting weights, talking to himself. He counts out the reps as he lays back firmly pressed on a bench and thrusting his arms in the arm. His hands tight around a long metal, silver bar with weights on each side. She skips over to the man and laughing, she pushes her head in between the bar and then man's face. "oohhh, James, Mr. Ceno. You have been a very very bad man. It's ok thats why we are here. To make sure everyone pays for their wrongdoings in life. You Mr. Ceno have a lot to atone for." Slow Regan pulls her hand and places it on the man's chest. "This is going to hurt Mr. Ceno, but you should feel just a little bit of the pain you caused others." Regan is nowhere to be seen as the EMT's rush into the gym. News reporters outside are letting everyone that a man named James Ceno aka Firestorm has suffered a mild heart attack.
A music box version of Reapers' theme song plays like an old rusted heavy iron gate swings back and forth with a shrieking sound that would put chills up your spine. Moving up a moss-covered limestone pathway, there sits the Pennhurst Asylum. The ghostly structure sits with nothing more than the sounds of the music box and the howling wind as it makes its way throughout the openings. The doors and windows have been boarded up as the view moves, entering a dark hole from the outside and exiting out to the inside the dark, moonlight asylum. Doors swing from their rusted hinges, giving the lifeless build some sense of life with the noise they make. Laughter can be heard coming from the floor above as the camera view slowly makes its way to the center of the first floor. Lighting strikes, turning the inside to a pale blue, giving up the location of a set of stairs that was otherwise hiding in the shadows. Each step creeks and buckles under the weight of someone slinging up the staircase. Light can be seen in the distance shining out from a room into the hallway. Big, stalking steps can be heard as the distance has become shorter and the light becomes closer. Finally, the walking figure turns into the light casting a shadow into the room. There Regan is playing with a collection of dolls she had made. Each of the dolls has features eerily resembling the five other competitors in the upcoming triple jeopardy outlaw showcase.
"There you are, Mr. Reaper. I thought you had forgotten about our tea party. I call it the last supper for some." Regan arranges the dolls to be on either side of an empty seat in the middle. Reaper starts at on end of the table and walks around it, with a blank stare, making soulless eye contact with each doll before making his way around to the empty seat. He stands behind Regan as she takes a seat and places a broken children's tea party set in front of her.
"Oh Mr. Reaper, we have a lot of friends to play with now. Let me introduce you to them. On the far end, there is. Mr. Ceno." The view does a close up of the doll that looks like Firestorm. Near the heart of the doll is a knife that has been plunged deep into its heart. "We can't make him too excited or else he might die, I heard he has a heart condition." The camera view moves to the left and a filthy doll covered in mud sits next to the Firestorm doll. "Oh her, thats Ariel. Do you see how dirty she is? thats because I had to make her outsides match the filth that comes from her inside. she has a foul mouth, maybe we should sew it shut." The camera continues down the line. "KOP is this little guy's name. He likes to think he is the king of pain." Reaper stares down at the doll. "I know right, how dare he use that word. What he thinks of as pain is just a shadow. Pain has a face and Stairway to Heaven he is going to see it first hand." Reaper's face then appears behind the doll from the shadows where the light from the candles is taken over by the darkness of the room. the camera view passes by Regan as it moves from her left side to the right side where the other dolls are lined up in their seats. "This is RedRum. Honestly, i just found him laying around and thought we needed more bodies to fill the seats. I hear he thinks his presence scares people, but we both know that what's at the end of the black rainbow is the only thing to fear." finally the last seat belongs to the doll that looks like Vhodka Marie. "Now this friend is very interesting. Such anger, such hate, such a highly thought of person. We should all take a look at her, everything she has accomplished in her life and this world. Stand back admire her, gaze upon her, and then realize she is nothing." Regan looks at the broken teacups and saucer plates.
"Now look at that. I am a terrible host at this last supper, I forgot the tea and the food." Regan smiles and sits up. Reaper then steps behind her and extends his arm. "You no the worse part all this, ever since WE have gotten here all people want to talk about is my Friend Mr. Reaper. like I don't exist. Like I'm some stupid little girl. Like I am not the monster they need to worry about." Regan reaches up with the scalpel she had from before and slowly, with a smile on her face begins to slice off chunks of flesh from Reaper's arm. Laughing as the flesh slaps down on the plates like a wet mop hitting the floor. "This is the flesh of my body." Regan then holds up the teacup and starts to fill it with the blood running down Reaper's arm. "This is the blood of my blood." Regan picks up a knife and smiles, looking at Reaper before stabbing the knife threw is hand. Blood gushes from his hand and squirts over the face of Regan. She then repeats the process to Reapers the other hand drawing more blood and spraying her face in the process. She laughs and twirls around in the chair cover in blood.
The big guy then stands behind Regan as she picks up the candle and holds it in front of her. Reaper stands behind the little girl towering over her and she stands in the chair in front of him. He then raises his hands and cocks his head to the side giving the image of Christ on the cross with the knives in his hands that represent the nails in his hands. Regan smiles, "blessed are those who attend my supper, for I am the way. The Black Rainbow is coming and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it."
The camera zooms in to Regan's crimson face, the blood glowing from the candle.
"You're not afraid of the dark, are you?"