Post by strange on Jun 10, 2009 14:34:20 GMT -4
The lights were turned off as Richard Gibbons began to leave his living room. A sound caught his attention as something hit the floor in the kitchen. Carefully he sneaked over to the kitchen with his heart racing like a horse.
Richard Gibbons: Who’s there?
From out of the pantry, the door gently swung open to reveal his little 6 year old daughter attempting to sneak some sugar cookies.
Richard Gibbons: You sly little girl. Put that cookie up now, you know its past your bed time sweetie.
Kate: But daddy I’m hungry… Please can I just have this one?
Richard Gibbons: *He smiles at her and look back* Just that one but don’t tell your mother alright? Run off to bed you!
In a hurry she runs off with her cookie. Richard suspected that she was probably pocketing more then she should. He chuckled at this thought and closed the pantry door. Opening a medicine cabinet, he pulls two sleeping pills and swallows them whole. He sighs as the overwhelming feeling of loss begins to take over again. He decides it was time for bed. As he walks into the living room, a sound caught his attention. It was a scratching noise at first. Something was crumbling down. He looked over towards his chimney to see the black powder falling down. His first thought was that a bird must have gotten trapped in the chimney again. Suddenly something large falls from the chimney and hits the ground. The figure was on both feet but only could be seen from up to his waste. Leaning down, the figure gets out of the chimney.
Mr. Strange: Chim chim cher-oo
Richard Gibbons nearly falls back. Standing tall again he walks over to the lights.
Mr. Strange: Leave them.
Richard hesitates with his hand on the switch and then pulls back. Looking at Strange with hopeful eyes he asks.
Richard Gibbons: Did you find it?
Mr. Strange pulls out a little glass vile with a red liquid inside.
Mr. Strange: Cancer can be quite a troubling thing for you people. Fortunately you have people like me who market off these things. Speaking of which, have you decided how to pay?
Richard Gibbons: Have you added any new price options yet or are they still the same?
Mr. Strange: Nothing has changed doctor. Either you pay me 2 million or you sell a live body to me to harvest. I don’t care whose body it is even if it is your own. Just remember the conditions.
Richard Gibbons: No one else can have or know the cure…
Mr. Strange: Exactly. So how will you pay me?
Richard Gibbons: I have some one alive for you… I been keeping them in my basement… Locked the doors both ways so no one gets in or out besides me.
Mr. Strange: Male or Female?
Richard Gibbons: Female…
Mr. Strange: interesting… The majority of my clients often target a male specimen. For a woman it’s simply a matter of wooing that person and for a man it’s for beneficial revenge. Seeing how you’re a doctor and your children haven’t been hearing a fuss from the basement, I’m assuming your keeping her drugged?
Richard Gibbons: I’m done talking about this. It’s amazing how low you have made me go.
Mr. Strange: You didn’t have to sacrifice anyone doctor. A man with your stature surely has 2 million lying around somewhere. Just look at this grand chimney and this grand house of yours!
Richard Gibbons: Just take her and leave!
Mr. Strange: Oh! By the tone of your voice it’s pretty easy to tell what this is all about! You’ve cheated on your own wife haven’t you? You’re so afraid of her ratting you out and ruining your relationship that you have went as far as to lock her in your house for God knows how long. All this to keep her out of the way hm? Am I wrong? Hahahaha, of course not. Your silence speaks for itself. Come now, let me take this woman off your hands
Just then, little Kate walked into the room.
Richard Gibbons: K-Kate! Go to bed!
Kate: Daddy? Who is he?
Mr. Strange kneeled down and rubbed the girls head.
Mr. Strange: I’m the good doctor sweetie. I’m going to make mommy feel all better soon.
Her eyes light up with excitement. Richard pulls Kate back and speaks coldly to Strange.
Richard Gibbons: Don’t you dare touch her.
Mr. Strange: So be then. I’ll go down stairs to collect my pay. You stay here and fill out the proper paper work.
Mr. Strange pulls out a black notebook. All the pages inside were as black as the cover.
Richard Gibbons: How am I suppose to fill this out?
Mr. Strange pulls a pen from out of his pocket and hands it to him.
Mr. Strange: White ink. Fill out pages 14-20. Be sure to write your name clearly. Oh, and one last thing. There’s a 50 thousand delivery charge when you choose to pay me through-
Richard Gibbons: Stop! Not with her here! Kate, run to bed please. Daddy has to take care of a few things…
She quickly scurries to her room and closes the door.
Richard Gibbons: You never mentioned anything about there being a delivery charge!
Mr. Strange: My dear Gibbons, nothing in this day and age is free anymore and besides, that money goes to charity!
Richard Gibbons: What kind of charity are you possibly talking about?
Mr. Strange: A small portion of that money goes towards creating more cures to sell.
Richard Gibbons: And the rest of it?
Mr. Strange: Don’t concern yourself Gibbons, especially if you ever want to sleep peacefully at night ever again.
Richard Gibbons: This is what you do to make money?
Mr. Strange: If you mean taking advantage of other people by fixing the impossible, then yes. This is one of many things I do. Desperation sells well in my market. Be sure to write your thoughts and feelings on pages 18-19. I offer a small discount if I can tell you really put some heart in it.
***Click***
The camera switch on to reveal Mr. Strange walking up to a small building.
Mr. Strange: Beat the drums of war young chap. Surely someone will hear you.
He walks through the doors of the building and is greeted by a woman and her smiling face
Mr. Strange: So you’ve got to fight Pence did you? Lost twice? Sorry, make that three times. Once on your own, and twice with Royce and One. He is a slipper fucker isn’t he? Pence, you crack me up.
Strange pushes the woman aside and as one of the X Division members hold her down. Captain X and the other 8 begin to follow. The damn woman wouldn’t stop screaming.
Captain X: Shut her up!
Mr. Strange: Let me tell you a thing or two about Pence Weatherlight and I so you can understand where were both coming from for future matches.
Mr. Strange opens up one of the doors in the halls to find a group of boys playing with Pence Weatherlight toys. The entire room was “Penceafied” with posters, books, and even the blankets and pillows.
Mr. Strange: You see, Pence warms up to his fans and viewers by drawing out sympathy and showing his light side but not on purpose I’m afraid. Our little Pence here is a natural born hero since day one! Fresh from the God damn womb I’m afraid, ha! But then…. You got guys like me.
Mr. Strange stares at the children as he pulls out a grenade looking device.
Mr. Strange: Guys like me prefer to break things that guys like Pence creates. This… what do you call it? Hope? These dreams? I like to show the world just how easily they can be crushed. In this case it’s just a simple squeeze and pull.
Mr. Strange squeezes the handle on the grenade and pull the pin and drops it between them. Mortified, they began to panic and scream.
Mr. Strange: Oh relax, I’m not going to kill you!
The grenade lets out knock out gas as all the kids hit the floor choking and passing out. Mr. Strange snapped his fingers and the X Division team rounds them up
Captain X: Search the rest of the place and round them up!
Mr. Strange: My challenge goes out to you Pence Weatherlight! Accept it or these children really will have their hopes and dreams crushed… along with other things. You play by my rules in my game. You know the drill hero. Villains do something while heroes try to undo it! How many lives do you think you can save Weatherlight? What will you sacrifice along the way?
Mr. Strange: I’ll see you tonight John Green. Hope you take this lesson into account.
Captain X: Leave the girl alive. She can tell him who did this.
Richard Gibbons: Who’s there?
From out of the pantry, the door gently swung open to reveal his little 6 year old daughter attempting to sneak some sugar cookies.
Richard Gibbons: You sly little girl. Put that cookie up now, you know its past your bed time sweetie.
Kate: But daddy I’m hungry… Please can I just have this one?
Richard Gibbons: *He smiles at her and look back* Just that one but don’t tell your mother alright? Run off to bed you!
In a hurry she runs off with her cookie. Richard suspected that she was probably pocketing more then she should. He chuckled at this thought and closed the pantry door. Opening a medicine cabinet, he pulls two sleeping pills and swallows them whole. He sighs as the overwhelming feeling of loss begins to take over again. He decides it was time for bed. As he walks into the living room, a sound caught his attention. It was a scratching noise at first. Something was crumbling down. He looked over towards his chimney to see the black powder falling down. His first thought was that a bird must have gotten trapped in the chimney again. Suddenly something large falls from the chimney and hits the ground. The figure was on both feet but only could be seen from up to his waste. Leaning down, the figure gets out of the chimney.
Mr. Strange: Chim chim cher-oo
Richard Gibbons nearly falls back. Standing tall again he walks over to the lights.
Mr. Strange: Leave them.
Richard hesitates with his hand on the switch and then pulls back. Looking at Strange with hopeful eyes he asks.
Richard Gibbons: Did you find it?
Mr. Strange pulls out a little glass vile with a red liquid inside.
Mr. Strange: Cancer can be quite a troubling thing for you people. Fortunately you have people like me who market off these things. Speaking of which, have you decided how to pay?
Richard Gibbons: Have you added any new price options yet or are they still the same?
Mr. Strange: Nothing has changed doctor. Either you pay me 2 million or you sell a live body to me to harvest. I don’t care whose body it is even if it is your own. Just remember the conditions.
Richard Gibbons: No one else can have or know the cure…
Mr. Strange: Exactly. So how will you pay me?
Richard Gibbons: I have some one alive for you… I been keeping them in my basement… Locked the doors both ways so no one gets in or out besides me.
Mr. Strange: Male or Female?
Richard Gibbons: Female…
Mr. Strange: interesting… The majority of my clients often target a male specimen. For a woman it’s simply a matter of wooing that person and for a man it’s for beneficial revenge. Seeing how you’re a doctor and your children haven’t been hearing a fuss from the basement, I’m assuming your keeping her drugged?
Richard Gibbons: I’m done talking about this. It’s amazing how low you have made me go.
Mr. Strange: You didn’t have to sacrifice anyone doctor. A man with your stature surely has 2 million lying around somewhere. Just look at this grand chimney and this grand house of yours!
Richard Gibbons: Just take her and leave!
Mr. Strange: Oh! By the tone of your voice it’s pretty easy to tell what this is all about! You’ve cheated on your own wife haven’t you? You’re so afraid of her ratting you out and ruining your relationship that you have went as far as to lock her in your house for God knows how long. All this to keep her out of the way hm? Am I wrong? Hahahaha, of course not. Your silence speaks for itself. Come now, let me take this woman off your hands
Just then, little Kate walked into the room.
Richard Gibbons: K-Kate! Go to bed!
Kate: Daddy? Who is he?
Mr. Strange kneeled down and rubbed the girls head.
Mr. Strange: I’m the good doctor sweetie. I’m going to make mommy feel all better soon.
Her eyes light up with excitement. Richard pulls Kate back and speaks coldly to Strange.
Richard Gibbons: Don’t you dare touch her.
Mr. Strange: So be then. I’ll go down stairs to collect my pay. You stay here and fill out the proper paper work.
Mr. Strange pulls out a black notebook. All the pages inside were as black as the cover.
Richard Gibbons: How am I suppose to fill this out?
Mr. Strange pulls a pen from out of his pocket and hands it to him.
Mr. Strange: White ink. Fill out pages 14-20. Be sure to write your name clearly. Oh, and one last thing. There’s a 50 thousand delivery charge when you choose to pay me through-
Richard Gibbons: Stop! Not with her here! Kate, run to bed please. Daddy has to take care of a few things…
She quickly scurries to her room and closes the door.
Richard Gibbons: You never mentioned anything about there being a delivery charge!
Mr. Strange: My dear Gibbons, nothing in this day and age is free anymore and besides, that money goes to charity!
Richard Gibbons: What kind of charity are you possibly talking about?
Mr. Strange: A small portion of that money goes towards creating more cures to sell.
Richard Gibbons: And the rest of it?
Mr. Strange: Don’t concern yourself Gibbons, especially if you ever want to sleep peacefully at night ever again.
Richard Gibbons: This is what you do to make money?
Mr. Strange: If you mean taking advantage of other people by fixing the impossible, then yes. This is one of many things I do. Desperation sells well in my market. Be sure to write your thoughts and feelings on pages 18-19. I offer a small discount if I can tell you really put some heart in it.
***Click***
The camera switch on to reveal Mr. Strange walking up to a small building.
Mr. Strange: Beat the drums of war young chap. Surely someone will hear you.
He walks through the doors of the building and is greeted by a woman and her smiling face
Mr. Strange: So you’ve got to fight Pence did you? Lost twice? Sorry, make that three times. Once on your own, and twice with Royce and One. He is a slipper fucker isn’t he? Pence, you crack me up.
Strange pushes the woman aside and as one of the X Division members hold her down. Captain X and the other 8 begin to follow. The damn woman wouldn’t stop screaming.
Captain X: Shut her up!
Mr. Strange: Let me tell you a thing or two about Pence Weatherlight and I so you can understand where were both coming from for future matches.
Mr. Strange opens up one of the doors in the halls to find a group of boys playing with Pence Weatherlight toys. The entire room was “Penceafied” with posters, books, and even the blankets and pillows.
Mr. Strange: You see, Pence warms up to his fans and viewers by drawing out sympathy and showing his light side but not on purpose I’m afraid. Our little Pence here is a natural born hero since day one! Fresh from the God damn womb I’m afraid, ha! But then…. You got guys like me.
Mr. Strange stares at the children as he pulls out a grenade looking device.
Mr. Strange: Guys like me prefer to break things that guys like Pence creates. This… what do you call it? Hope? These dreams? I like to show the world just how easily they can be crushed. In this case it’s just a simple squeeze and pull.
Mr. Strange squeezes the handle on the grenade and pull the pin and drops it between them. Mortified, they began to panic and scream.
Mr. Strange: Oh relax, I’m not going to kill you!
The grenade lets out knock out gas as all the kids hit the floor choking and passing out. Mr. Strange snapped his fingers and the X Division team rounds them up
Captain X: Search the rest of the place and round them up!
Mr. Strange: My challenge goes out to you Pence Weatherlight! Accept it or these children really will have their hopes and dreams crushed… along with other things. You play by my rules in my game. You know the drill hero. Villains do something while heroes try to undo it! How many lives do you think you can save Weatherlight? What will you sacrifice along the way?
Mr. Strange: I’ll see you tonight John Green. Hope you take this lesson into account.
Captain X: Leave the girl alive. She can tell him who did this.
