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« on: May 23, 2014, 10:40:28 PM »The scene sets in on a run down playground. The see saw and jungle gym are rusting away and the swing set has seen better light on better days. The faint sunlight gives the scene an almost sepia like look as the camera centers in on a teenage boy, maybe fifteen years of age, drawing in the loose dirt with a stick. With dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes, the boy concentrates hard as he makes circle after circle, drawing aimlessly, as a small group of three boys similar in age walk up to him. Three boys, one taller than the next, all with dark hair and eyes and a mean look on their faces converge on the blonde haired boy.
Boy: Hey weirdo.
The blonde haired boy ignores him and continues to draw his circles.
Boy: I said, hey weirdo.
The blonde haired boy looks up slightly before lowering his head again and returning to his circle art in the dirt. The dark haired boy becomes frustrated and takes an aggressive step forward. He kicks the stick out of the boy’s hand and then shoves him down hard onto the rocky terrain.
Boy: Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to speak, weirdo?
Girl: Leave him alone.
The dark haired boy turns suddenly to see a beautiful young blonde girl standing across the playground. She runs over to the fallen boy and helps him up to his feet.
Girl: Don’t worry, *BLEEP*. No one is going to hurt you. I’m right here.
Boy: What are you some sort of freak lover?
The girl shoots up and pushes the boy in his chest before letting out an anger filled burst.
Girl: Don’t you dare say my brother is a freak. You don’t know anything about us. You’re just some loser kid who’s got nothing better to do than to pick on someone who can’t defend himself. If I didn’t know any better I’d-
SMACK!
The dark haired boy, sick of listening to her, smacks her with an open hand across her face. She drops to her knee and lets out a quiet sob. The dark haired boy’s two friends look on with a bit of shock as the he smiles at the fallen girl. He begins to chuckle when the blonde haired boy, who is much taller than he looked on the ground, rises to his feet. The somber look now gone, his face is filled with rage.
Boy: What are you gonna do about, freak?
He lets out a loud laugh and turns back to his friends for a look of approval. As he turns his head back to the blonde boy he is met with a large hand around his throat. The blonde haired boy drives him back a few feet before thrusting him down toward the hard ground. He drops his knee into his chest and begins to pummel his tormentor. The camera sets into slow motion as the boy drops right hand after right hand across the face of the dark haired boy. As his fist comes back up small pieces of flesh fly up into the air. The girl realizes what’s going on and begins to call out to her brother.
Girl: Stop, *BLEEP*! Stop!
Paying no mind to the cries of his sister, the boy continues to drop hard bombs on the face of his enemy. More and more flesh flies and a small smile creeps over the blonde haired boy’s face. Blood splatters on his face as the camera focuses in on his eyes. The eyes that were once a beautiful ocean blue are no longer blue at all….they’re black.
”I’m on a mission. My new friend has guided me well so far. We are firmly on a path to greatness he says. Who knows? I do not. I am following because I am meant to. I may be free from my old captors but I now have a new one and his name is Dixon. He has treated me well. No longer must I sit in a cage with my arms and legs shackled. I am now free to roam the earth as I please, that is as long as I do not have an assignment. It is my duty to serve Dixon now. To see his plan through and to be the one who holds his crown. All of this means nothing to me of course, I just want to see her again.”
“I do not actually know how long it’s been. To be honest, I have no clue what year it is and I have forgotten a long time ago what my age was. I have been imprisoned so long that I have truly lost my identity. I am now Deimos…the God of Terror. I slave to a man with a mission and a purpose and that is ok with me. There will be a time when I am the master, when all will bow to me but for now this will do. I will continue to do his bidding and as long as he delivers on his promises then I will see her sweet face again. I will know how to love again and maybe then, only then, I can remove my mask. For if anyone is worthy of seeing my face again it is her.”
“My next task is a Tiger. A soldier names Jeremiah who believes in the flag of his country and the teachings of his family. I too once had a country. I had a family who tried their best to teach me. They attempted to show me how to be like them only I wasn’t like them. I was different and they couldn’t handle it. They judged me and looked at me differently. All of them except her. The rest of them couldn’t handle what I was. They called me a freak and a monster and locked me away.”
“While you were off playing soldier I was fighting a much different battle. A struggle within for power over what I have done and what I could and will do. I’m not like you, Jeremiah. I don’t fight for a cause or the love of anything. I do what I do because I can’t help it. I can’t control it and most of the time I don’t even know what’s happening until it’s too late. And when the incident is at it’s worst…I can’t even remember it.”
“I know you lost your father when you were just a boy, Jeremiah. I feel that discomfort as I too experienced the same. I don’t remember how it happened as it’s been so long now, but my father passed on as well. I remember the hurt she felt and how I couldn’t make it better for her. I remember trying to console her to no avail, nothing worked. You should know I cared only for her pain as my father meant nothing to me.”
“I will remember the day I broke you, Jeremiah. I will always keep that date close to my heart. You will be my first real conquest here and you will be the start of my road to freedom. I will not let up and I will not show you mercy. I will hurt you until I am told otherwise. I will make you feel the physical pain that your father felt. I will beat you within an inch of death and then let you slowly recover…just to beat you right back again. I am your reckoning, Jeremiah. I am the God of Terror and the Pale Rider and HELL is coming with me…”