Post by strange on Jun 1, 2009 1:17:08 GMT -4
*Strange*
Glass shattered as two figures fell out from the highest point on the empire state building. Strange and a winged figure hooked onto each other and pounded away as they plummeted towards the earth. The winged figured desperately tried to shake loose of Strange until Strange finally lost his grip and let go. As the winged one began to soar away, Strange pulled out a gun and shot a cable out towards the winged man and shot straight through one of his wings. He howled in pain as Strange’s gun rapidly pulled him towards strange. Grabbing the creature by the back, strange flipped him over to face the ground and kicked off him to launch him down. With the cable automatically disconnecting, he fired another shot out to swing himself to safety.
*Captain X*
A black van swerved out and interrupted traffic to park next to the fallen figure. Captain X jumped from the back of the van to get to the body. He places a devise on the center of the mess. Taking one good last look at the figure, he sets the detonator timer. It was eerie to see the mushy body, the broken bones, the blood spread everywhere, and the shattered remains of a fully armored helmet. As he jumps into the van and is driven away, an explosion is heard behind them, incinerating the remains.
*Creed*
Mr. Strange swings over a roof top and presses a button to have the cable release part of a wall. He hits the ground rolling and almost as if he had done it a thousand times before, he rolled onto his feet and patted himself down. A figure from across the roof gently clapped.
Creed: What an amazing display of ingenuity Strange. You took down that clone as if he was nothing at all.
Mr. Strange: Of all the things in this world that actually piss me off, clones are one of them. There merely copies of someone else. The best they could ever be is a tool.
The man across from him had long blonde hair that was radiant even in the night. His eyes were gold like bright fire. Everything about him was flawless and flamboyant including his clothes. The flawless man gasped at Strange’s outburst.
Creed: How could you say such things? Has your heart completely frozen over?
Mr. Strange: Enough of this. You annoy me to no end.
Reaching into his jacket, Strange grasped his might gun. Vengeance would soon overwhelm the unsuspecting Creed.
Creed: So it has come to this then? Trying to finish the book before ever beginning a chapter? Hmph, try as you like but realize I won’t give you that chance.
Mr. Strange: We’ll see.
Creed reaches over and draws out a blade from this side. It was a straight katana meant for stabbing more so then slashing. This was Creed’s ultimate weapon.
Mr. Strange pulled out Vengeance and released all of its fury upon Creed. 12 shots total from one of the most accurate man on the planet. 12 shots normally guarantee to kill a minimum of 12 people. Yet it was these 12 shots that were fired off that never had chance to hit their mark. Creed stood at the opposite end with a hot blade cooling down from the friction of the bullets. Those golden eyes were squinting as he casted a grin that spoke out “I told you it was all for nothing”
<<<<Seconds>>>>
1- Strange is clicking to release his empty clip. Creed sliding his hand to the chain at the end of his hilt.
2- The clip is almost completely out of the gun, falling down to the ground. Creed has his hand sliding on the chain.
3- Strange is pulling the other clip from the side of his belt as the previous clip is now out of the gun but still in mid air. Creed is beginning a spinning motion with the chain.
4- The clip hits the ground with a thud as the new clip is half way in the gun. Creed is leaning forward with his spinning sword in his right hand his left foot out as if to toss it.
5- The clip is in the gun and he’s taking aim. Creed’s sword is less then a foot away now.
5.5-The sword slides through the barrel of the gun like butter and stops with the hilt hits the barrel. The bullet explodes and the gun shatters in the hands of Mr. Strange.
Creed: It was pointless after all Strange. You can kill yourself but you can’t kill me!
Mr. Strange: *calmly he spoke* There’s more then one way to skin a cat.
Reaching into his jacket, he pulls a small and circular device that he attaches to the back of his right hand. Turning his hand over, he watches the sparks dance on his finger tips. Creed reaches into his pocket. As Strange shifts his hand to face Creed, the sparks increase and stretch out. Like a Sith lord, waves of electricity shot out in Creed’s direction. Casually Creed pulls out a small silver ball and tosses it in the lightning’s direction. All the sparks of electricity focuses itself on the ball and aims no where else.
Creed: Tell me you got more toys, this cat aint even close to being skinned.
Mr. Strange: I always carry an ace up my sleeve!
With sleight of hand, a deck of cards shifted out of his sleeve and into his hand. Grabbing several at a time he launched them out in Creed’s direction. The first card slipped past Creed and sliced through an AC unit. Twisting a part of his ring on his right middle finger, he held his hand out and an invisible shock wave blasted the cards and forced them back. Slipping the remaining cards back into his sleeve, strange reached into his pocket.
Mr. Strange: I see you’re not much of a card game guy. How about jacks?
Creed: Jacks?
From his hand he throws a fist full of jacks out with a red ball. The ball rocketed towards Creed as the jacks all split up while flying like helicopters towards creed. They completely surrounded him as they came closer. The razor sharp blades from the jacks would surely slice him up or drill into him nicely. With hydraulics built into his shoes, Creed leaps out of the death trap to find the ball following him like a heat seeking missile. As the ball chased him, the jacks were soon to follow as well. Creed pulls off his ear ring and tosses it towards the group of deadly toys. The ring self destruct, sending out an emp that stopped the ball in its tracks along with all the jacks. As Creed hits the ground, Strange grabs his shoulder from behind him and turns him around to go in for the punch. Creed foresaw his attack and met his punch with his own forearm.
Out of the blue, a bullet whizzed between them as a police helicopter lowered itself down. Both Creed and Strange launched each other way from themselves to break up their little fight. The chopper lowers down a ladder for Creed and keeps it’s guns on Strange.
Creed: You never know who is a clone these days right Strange? I have clones everywhere I want them. Even a few of your contacts belong to me! I’m taking over the world Strange but I can’t replace you apparently! Join me and together we can conduct our secret invasion and topple over this society before anyone even knows it!
Strange: Pass. I would rather die then look at you as a partner.
Creed: Your words are cold! So be it then! I’ll get you to join one way or another even if I have to destroy everything you own!
Strange: We’ll see about that Creed. Mark my words, I will kill you. I will kill you and everything you stand for. I will make your life meaningless. I will make you a blank space in the history books. Nothing and I mean nothing will stand in my way of erasing your existence and I won’t stop there! Your research facility, your inventions, and ever single one of your damn clones will be nothing more but a memory fading in the darkness, soon to be forgotten from the world!
Creed: Talk is cheap.
Strange: I don’t talk Creed. I make promises and my promises are always fulfilled.
***Click***
The camera switches on to reveal a filthy room with rusting tables with equipment drenched with dry and rotting blood. On the opposite side of a room a television switches on to reveal the face/mask of Mr. Strange. The image shows him laughing hysterically leaving his bone chilling shirlls of joy echoing the room.
Mr. Strange: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Mr. Biggs I am impressed! You are just like all other politicians playing a dirty game around the rules! You tried your hardest to make me look like a fool because you (just like everyone else) have yet to do all the research necessary to come even close to winning against me! I welcome you to try! I will come at you with full force whether or not your worth my time because that is what I do and who I am! Hahahahaha! The bloody fool believes that I simply wear this mask to hide my face! You don’t get it do you moron!? THIS IS MY FACE! HEHEHAHAHAHA!!!!
A man wakes up to the shrills of Mr. Strange. He is in the bloody room, lying on the ground. His entire mouth is covered in a contraption to be sure that no sound would escape in giving his general location.
Mr. Strange: Oh my, I will make you into a special project Biggs! You’re my intro, don’t you see? My name has been tampered with and trampled on already so it is up to me to fix it! I’m going to show everyone how a Strange fights. A Strange doesn’t fight to win! No no no! A Strange is far different then that! Our motive is blood! We crave for the pain! What you call wrestling is what I call fighting! What you call fighting is what I call living! Like a Genghis Khan, I’ll slaughter all of you bastards because killing is conquering is in my blood! Don’t you see yet? I don’t care about winning, I care about fighting! HAHAHAHAHAHAAA! If anything your all an addiction to me! You question if I can focus on this match? The answers is clearly no! I don’t think about what I’m going to do! I’m a fucking animal! It’s instinct! That’s the point of going to these… how should I say it? Ah, these so called “fighting organizations” to bring out that animal in people that they just don’t realize they have!
The man in the room was scared and confused on what is going on. He recognizes the person in the image and begins to panic.
Mr. Strange: In this room is Kevin Hall, one of my biggest fans until tonight! You see Biggs, you rely too much on the people around you. You think the president will jump in the ring and defend you? You think McCain will hit me over the head with a chair? Not before his own heart gives out on him, that’s for damn sure. You see, it’s pointless. You’re the exact opposite of me in almost every way. You’re too… conditioned to be a real threat. Your last few rants haven’t even proved to me that your heel material let alone even tweener. No my friend, as a person with all your hopes and ambition, I laugh at you and pity you. You’ll say that I’m contradicting myself by saying this because of how much I belittle you but your wrong simpleton! As the human you are with all your might and fighting ability, I’ll make you wring out everything against me! I’ll force you not to hold back! Whether or not you over power me is nothing shy of a gamble! You think you can win but with your current mindset you cannot! Change before I get to you or I will slaughter you! Hehehahahaha! What will you do to survive!
A door in the boy’s room opens up and a disfigured looking man throws himself at the boy. He’s pushed to a table where a hammer brushes up against his hand. He takes it and smashes it against the figures head. It falls to the ground but some how gets up with the dent in his head. More disfigured people walk out of the same door. The boy swings his arms and hammer around only to have them topple over him. The last the camera see’s of him is his bloody arm reaching out of the dog pile of disfigured humans biting chunks out of each other and the boy. The camera’s view switches to only the face of Mr. Strange.
Mr. Strange: You asked me before why I wear a mask? My masks change WITH me as does a human change with experience and knowledge. This mask is the only thing psychologically protecting you and myself. The face behind it hasn’t been my own for over 80 years. You’re a simpleton if you actually believe anything you see with me is supernatural though.
***Click***
Captain X: He's fast enough to cut bullets. How can we win against something like that?
Mr. Strange: He didn't match the bullets with his speed. His eyes measured the barrel's length, the size of the bullet, and several other implications along with wind interference. All he had to do was hold out his sword at the right angle at the right spot.
Captain X: All that within second? That's not human!
Mr. Strange: He's not human...
Glass shattered as two figures fell out from the highest point on the empire state building. Strange and a winged figure hooked onto each other and pounded away as they plummeted towards the earth. The winged figured desperately tried to shake loose of Strange until Strange finally lost his grip and let go. As the winged one began to soar away, Strange pulled out a gun and shot a cable out towards the winged man and shot straight through one of his wings. He howled in pain as Strange’s gun rapidly pulled him towards strange. Grabbing the creature by the back, strange flipped him over to face the ground and kicked off him to launch him down. With the cable automatically disconnecting, he fired another shot out to swing himself to safety.
*Captain X*
A black van swerved out and interrupted traffic to park next to the fallen figure. Captain X jumped from the back of the van to get to the body. He places a devise on the center of the mess. Taking one good last look at the figure, he sets the detonator timer. It was eerie to see the mushy body, the broken bones, the blood spread everywhere, and the shattered remains of a fully armored helmet. As he jumps into the van and is driven away, an explosion is heard behind them, incinerating the remains.
*Creed*
Mr. Strange swings over a roof top and presses a button to have the cable release part of a wall. He hits the ground rolling and almost as if he had done it a thousand times before, he rolled onto his feet and patted himself down. A figure from across the roof gently clapped.
Creed: What an amazing display of ingenuity Strange. You took down that clone as if he was nothing at all.
Mr. Strange: Of all the things in this world that actually piss me off, clones are one of them. There merely copies of someone else. The best they could ever be is a tool.
The man across from him had long blonde hair that was radiant even in the night. His eyes were gold like bright fire. Everything about him was flawless and flamboyant including his clothes. The flawless man gasped at Strange’s outburst.
Creed: How could you say such things? Has your heart completely frozen over?
Mr. Strange: Enough of this. You annoy me to no end.
Reaching into his jacket, Strange grasped his might gun. Vengeance would soon overwhelm the unsuspecting Creed.
Creed: So it has come to this then? Trying to finish the book before ever beginning a chapter? Hmph, try as you like but realize I won’t give you that chance.
Mr. Strange: We’ll see.
Creed reaches over and draws out a blade from this side. It was a straight katana meant for stabbing more so then slashing. This was Creed’s ultimate weapon.
Mr. Strange pulled out Vengeance and released all of its fury upon Creed. 12 shots total from one of the most accurate man on the planet. 12 shots normally guarantee to kill a minimum of 12 people. Yet it was these 12 shots that were fired off that never had chance to hit their mark. Creed stood at the opposite end with a hot blade cooling down from the friction of the bullets. Those golden eyes were squinting as he casted a grin that spoke out “I told you it was all for nothing”
<<<<Seconds>>>>
1- Strange is clicking to release his empty clip. Creed sliding his hand to the chain at the end of his hilt.
2- The clip is almost completely out of the gun, falling down to the ground. Creed has his hand sliding on the chain.
3- Strange is pulling the other clip from the side of his belt as the previous clip is now out of the gun but still in mid air. Creed is beginning a spinning motion with the chain.
4- The clip hits the ground with a thud as the new clip is half way in the gun. Creed is leaning forward with his spinning sword in his right hand his left foot out as if to toss it.
5- The clip is in the gun and he’s taking aim. Creed’s sword is less then a foot away now.
5.5-The sword slides through the barrel of the gun like butter and stops with the hilt hits the barrel. The bullet explodes and the gun shatters in the hands of Mr. Strange.
Creed: It was pointless after all Strange. You can kill yourself but you can’t kill me!
Mr. Strange: *calmly he spoke* There’s more then one way to skin a cat.
Reaching into his jacket, he pulls a small and circular device that he attaches to the back of his right hand. Turning his hand over, he watches the sparks dance on his finger tips. Creed reaches into his pocket. As Strange shifts his hand to face Creed, the sparks increase and stretch out. Like a Sith lord, waves of electricity shot out in Creed’s direction. Casually Creed pulls out a small silver ball and tosses it in the lightning’s direction. All the sparks of electricity focuses itself on the ball and aims no where else.
Creed: Tell me you got more toys, this cat aint even close to being skinned.
Mr. Strange: I always carry an ace up my sleeve!
With sleight of hand, a deck of cards shifted out of his sleeve and into his hand. Grabbing several at a time he launched them out in Creed’s direction. The first card slipped past Creed and sliced through an AC unit. Twisting a part of his ring on his right middle finger, he held his hand out and an invisible shock wave blasted the cards and forced them back. Slipping the remaining cards back into his sleeve, strange reached into his pocket.
Mr. Strange: I see you’re not much of a card game guy. How about jacks?
Creed: Jacks?
From his hand he throws a fist full of jacks out with a red ball. The ball rocketed towards Creed as the jacks all split up while flying like helicopters towards creed. They completely surrounded him as they came closer. The razor sharp blades from the jacks would surely slice him up or drill into him nicely. With hydraulics built into his shoes, Creed leaps out of the death trap to find the ball following him like a heat seeking missile. As the ball chased him, the jacks were soon to follow as well. Creed pulls off his ear ring and tosses it towards the group of deadly toys. The ring self destruct, sending out an emp that stopped the ball in its tracks along with all the jacks. As Creed hits the ground, Strange grabs his shoulder from behind him and turns him around to go in for the punch. Creed foresaw his attack and met his punch with his own forearm.
Out of the blue, a bullet whizzed between them as a police helicopter lowered itself down. Both Creed and Strange launched each other way from themselves to break up their little fight. The chopper lowers down a ladder for Creed and keeps it’s guns on Strange.
Creed: You never know who is a clone these days right Strange? I have clones everywhere I want them. Even a few of your contacts belong to me! I’m taking over the world Strange but I can’t replace you apparently! Join me and together we can conduct our secret invasion and topple over this society before anyone even knows it!
Strange: Pass. I would rather die then look at you as a partner.
Creed: Your words are cold! So be it then! I’ll get you to join one way or another even if I have to destroy everything you own!
Strange: We’ll see about that Creed. Mark my words, I will kill you. I will kill you and everything you stand for. I will make your life meaningless. I will make you a blank space in the history books. Nothing and I mean nothing will stand in my way of erasing your existence and I won’t stop there! Your research facility, your inventions, and ever single one of your damn clones will be nothing more but a memory fading in the darkness, soon to be forgotten from the world!
Creed: Talk is cheap.
Strange: I don’t talk Creed. I make promises and my promises are always fulfilled.
***Click***
The camera switches on to reveal a filthy room with rusting tables with equipment drenched with dry and rotting blood. On the opposite side of a room a television switches on to reveal the face/mask of Mr. Strange. The image shows him laughing hysterically leaving his bone chilling shirlls of joy echoing the room.
Mr. Strange: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Mr. Biggs I am impressed! You are just like all other politicians playing a dirty game around the rules! You tried your hardest to make me look like a fool because you (just like everyone else) have yet to do all the research necessary to come even close to winning against me! I welcome you to try! I will come at you with full force whether or not your worth my time because that is what I do and who I am! Hahahahaha! The bloody fool believes that I simply wear this mask to hide my face! You don’t get it do you moron!? THIS IS MY FACE! HEHEHAHAHAHA!!!!
A man wakes up to the shrills of Mr. Strange. He is in the bloody room, lying on the ground. His entire mouth is covered in a contraption to be sure that no sound would escape in giving his general location.
Mr. Strange: Oh my, I will make you into a special project Biggs! You’re my intro, don’t you see? My name has been tampered with and trampled on already so it is up to me to fix it! I’m going to show everyone how a Strange fights. A Strange doesn’t fight to win! No no no! A Strange is far different then that! Our motive is blood! We crave for the pain! What you call wrestling is what I call fighting! What you call fighting is what I call living! Like a Genghis Khan, I’ll slaughter all of you bastards because killing is conquering is in my blood! Don’t you see yet? I don’t care about winning, I care about fighting! HAHAHAHAHAHAAA! If anything your all an addiction to me! You question if I can focus on this match? The answers is clearly no! I don’t think about what I’m going to do! I’m a fucking animal! It’s instinct! That’s the point of going to these… how should I say it? Ah, these so called “fighting organizations” to bring out that animal in people that they just don’t realize they have!
The man in the room was scared and confused on what is going on. He recognizes the person in the image and begins to panic.
Mr. Strange: In this room is Kevin Hall, one of my biggest fans until tonight! You see Biggs, you rely too much on the people around you. You think the president will jump in the ring and defend you? You think McCain will hit me over the head with a chair? Not before his own heart gives out on him, that’s for damn sure. You see, it’s pointless. You’re the exact opposite of me in almost every way. You’re too… conditioned to be a real threat. Your last few rants haven’t even proved to me that your heel material let alone even tweener. No my friend, as a person with all your hopes and ambition, I laugh at you and pity you. You’ll say that I’m contradicting myself by saying this because of how much I belittle you but your wrong simpleton! As the human you are with all your might and fighting ability, I’ll make you wring out everything against me! I’ll force you not to hold back! Whether or not you over power me is nothing shy of a gamble! You think you can win but with your current mindset you cannot! Change before I get to you or I will slaughter you! Hehehahahaha! What will you do to survive!
A door in the boy’s room opens up and a disfigured looking man throws himself at the boy. He’s pushed to a table where a hammer brushes up against his hand. He takes it and smashes it against the figures head. It falls to the ground but some how gets up with the dent in his head. More disfigured people walk out of the same door. The boy swings his arms and hammer around only to have them topple over him. The last the camera see’s of him is his bloody arm reaching out of the dog pile of disfigured humans biting chunks out of each other and the boy. The camera’s view switches to only the face of Mr. Strange.
Mr. Strange: You asked me before why I wear a mask? My masks change WITH me as does a human change with experience and knowledge. This mask is the only thing psychologically protecting you and myself. The face behind it hasn’t been my own for over 80 years. You’re a simpleton if you actually believe anything you see with me is supernatural though.
***Click***
Captain X: He's fast enough to cut bullets. How can we win against something like that?
Mr. Strange: He didn't match the bullets with his speed. His eyes measured the barrel's length, the size of the bullet, and several other implications along with wind interference. All he had to do was hold out his sword at the right angle at the right spot.
Captain X: All that within second? That's not human!
Mr. Strange: He's not human...
