Hate is only the start of it

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”Don’t hate me based on false rumors, hate me based on facts!”
Source Unknown

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~Chapter 2

The Bull family was doing well on the surface. A supposedly loving family, with the father having a large amount of money squirreled away and a well paying job. An ex-military man, William Bull was strict, but fair to the neighbors. And his mother Joann was a loving and devoted wife, always there and never faulting in here ways.

But the surface is usual the facade in most cases. William Bull was a fighter, and a punisher in ways that made other families seem too easy. When young Corey was out of line, lashes from the belt were just the beginning. Tormented by fire, by sticks, holding cans till his muscles failed, and other beatings were what the daily life of Corey Bull was like. His father, a smart man, never left any real marks visible, always hitting Corey where the clothing could conceal it. And let us not forget devoted Joann. She was nothing more then a drunk, starting at the break of dawn with a gin and tonic and ending the night somewhere in the living room, passed out in front of the TV or in the bedroom, half dressed and reeking of gin. Corey’s home life was indeed anything but normal.

But there came a time when all this would change. He was caught burning ants one day. While it isn't as big as it sounds, his father believed it was a sign that there was something unstable about his son. So he committed him to the Great Northwoods Psychological Hospital. There, Dr. Ferdanan Rasputan was the man who took care of young Corey. At first he was given the basic tests. A psychological profile was built by Dr. Rasputan. Then, as the doctor could not begin to understand what could be wrong with him, shock treatment was started. Corey endured three weeks of this, twice a day, and on top of it, more psychological profiling. Still, the doctor believed it was not helping, so prescribed Corey to such pills as Calan and Epitol, believing that he had a bi-polar condition. It didn't work, but mostly made Corey sick. So he was switched to Trifluoperazine and Quetiapine for schizophrenia, though they didn't believe that one so young could have that. It still did nothing. It plagued the doctor as to why such a young man was proving to be such a difficult case. They switched pills over and over again, trying combinations and using other techniques to see what could be the matter. And then one day, he just snapped out of whatever it was he was in. And suddenly, all was good.

For the rest of Bulls childhood and young adult life, nothing was wrong, or so it seemed. Bull still endured the tragic home life, but took it in stride. He was considered a genius by his peers, having held a 4.0 throughout high school. He as a starting defensive linemen and an all state wrestler. But then, something happened. A tragedy, in some eyes anyways. Corey Bulls father William was found dead one day in the family home. Apparently there was a robbery. But some in the community looked to the young Bull, for they had not forgotten his dirty past. At the age of eighteen, Bull left home and joined a the military. Unfortunately, documents and governmental regulations have restricted access to all of Bulls missions and paperwork in the military.

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~In a dark warehouse in the middle of nowhere, Corey awaited his sister. Raven Darkhawk was one of those women you just didn’t piss off. Six foot of government trained killer, Raven lived the life of someone neither here nor there. But for her brother, she was always willing to step out of her normal routine and use her talents for other reasons. Bull takes the mask off and sets it on a work bench. The jagged scar that marks the left side of his face finally has the color of something that has taken a long time to heal. Starting above his left eye and no more then an inch thick anywhere, it rips down over his eye and across his cheek, ending at the jaw line. A gift from Kadden Kessler, his old enemy and friend. Kaden thought it was best to remove Bull from his plans, so he doused the metal mask in lighter fluid and set it on fire. Bull got most of it out, later ripping off the mask. Unfortunately, it took a chunk of skin with it. A voice that is half sensuous and half venomous comes out of a dark shadow, followed by the clicking of thigh high black boots approaching~

”After all this time, you still look like someone ran your face over with a bike.”

”Its nice to see you to sister. Is the deed done?”

“Calypso is in a better place now. Or so that’s what they say these days.”

“Dead?”

“No, but she is gonna wish she was when she wakes up. I did have a little fun before I dropped her off. And let me tell you, that bitch was all sorts of crazy after you threw her against that wall. We found her naked, sprawled in the bed practically fucking a cardboard cut out of you. I had flashbacks of Chelle Fury.”

”We don’t even want to know what that means. But there was something wrong with her. Just like every other one that comes along.”

~The shadows give up a beautiful woman that has the markings of a Native American, but mixed with other ancestral dna. Her outfit is skin tight, black as the night, and as quiet as silk~

“No, its because you got that big issue trapped inside your mind. When will the primal part finally snap out of it Bull? After that, a woman should be a piece of cake to find, granted she enjoys the work you do.”

”It isn’t a concern right now. Our only thought is to get ourselves focused and going in the right path again.”

“Have you gone to see her yet?”

~Bull turns his face to Raven his eyes still seemingly black holes, with a questioning look~

“Dove.She misses her big brother.”

”After Ragnarok. Right now we just want to focus on taken care of the maggots that get in front of us.”

“Then get it done Bull. I’m off. Ill send you details of my location when I get there. If you need me, just holler.”

~And like a ghost, Raven disappears into the shadows, this time making no sound at all. Bull lifts the mask up and stares at it, before strapping it over his head and walking out of the warehouse. It was time to play.~

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~Wherever was the camera this time? Last week…well fuck last week was messed up. And now this week, the arena. Or sort of. Large jungle plants seem to spring out of everywhere: seats, cement steps, balconies. The ring is barley visible as the camera seems to make its way towards it. The voice of the monster seems to come out of nowhere. It isn’t the pa system. Its just there as there is a small breech in the reeds and the ring, set for Ragnarok, comes into full view~

”Ragnarock is hours away.  Almost every member of the roster is eligible for the match. Who will and who will not be there remains to be seen. For us, it does not matter. For us, there is but the fight. And what a fight it will be. Person after person will stream down that aisle, like a school of tuna.”

~Out of thing air appears what look like tuna, swimming down the aisle in mid air, then leaping into the ring and circling inside the ropes~

”But no matter how many of them are in the ring, eventually a monster will be released amongst in their midst and we are going to take the ring like a shark that smells blood in the water.”

~A great white shark with the death head mask of Bull shaped to hits head appears and flies down the aisle, jumping up into the air and diving into the ring, only to start chomping and attacking everything that moves till it seems as if the mat is made of blood and the shark disappears into the ring with a splash of red”

”But that is only the beginning. We have fought in this sort of warfare before. There will be many enemies at many sides. So one has to become something else….”

~On the ring ropes appears a gigantic tarantula, the death head mask ingrained on its abdomen. It walks around the ropes, slowly stalking the unseen prey within~

”….like a spider. We will slowly stalk the ring, luring our opponents into a false sense of security. Let them believe that they have the advantage, let them think they can be the one to throw us over the top. Teetering so close to the edge, when it appears we are one second from falling off the edge….”

~The spider swirls and a large snake, compete with death head face and a black and red rattle appears wrapped in a coil on the top turnbuckle and it strikes out and a blast of blood appears from an unseen target of the snakes aggression~

”…we will strike out like a diamondback. Our opponents will never see it coming. We will use their own weakness against them. We do not tire…we do not falter….we simply exist and continue forth like a force of nature. But as time goes on…as one by one the opponents fall to us or to others with similar animalistic natures….we must become something else altogether. We must become patient and vigilante at the same time….and be able to strike with the force of a hundred thunderstorms….”

~The snake vanishes as the mat turns a blood red color and a snout and two eyes appear. The alligator moves slowly along, and then like a rubber band snapping, comes out of the water and smashes its jaws down on an unseen opponent with enough force to snap a redwood tree~

”…and rend our opponents to their very core! To eviscerate them physically and mentally, tear them right down into a puddle of parts to be tossed over the top rope….”

~Everything fades and vanishes and out of mat, seeming to form out of the blood and then suddenly standing in a clean ring, is Bull. The camera gets close, showing his soulless eyes that sends an involuntary shiver down the backs of everyone that witnesses their presence~

”This match is something right up our ally. There is no real wrestling skills that can save anyone. This is an all out war, a battle of battles to stand as the victor. To avoid defeat at all cost, and you can bet we will do everything to be the one left standing. In that ring….we are the beast….

……the madness…..

…..the chaos…..

….the hatred!…..

And we are the one that shall remain standing. We are going to crush everything in our path. Our victory ensures our path is clear. And even if we do not attain the victory….many will remember our destruction and violence and think twice about stepping in our path. It will not matter who you are….what you have done…how many victories you have obtained. What will matter…is that you are in the path of a freight train from hell that is being driven by six devils of the worst sort.

The kind that do not care…..

….the kind that want violence…

…..desturction….

….terror……

…..pure unadulterated horror!”

~ a faint shift and the mask appears to smile~

”Welcome to your new reality….

….sucks to be you.”

~The camera remains glued to the eyes of Bull as it fades to black~

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[I]~The mind of Bull. Hellish…dark….a place that the sanest of people would avoid at all cost. Yet this is how he is…how he thinks…how his life goes. At the edge of the abyss that leads to the ruins of the city long forgotten sits Bully, looking over a spot at something not seen before. A building is burning, yet it does not seem to be falling down. The far continues on and on, never changing, but raging nonetheless. Vengeance, the large black dragon, lowers his head. In the distance, we can see Saint and Hatebringer fly back and forth over the fire, as the other insane dwellers of Bull’s mind stand around the outside of it.~

Vengeance
Are you thinking of her?

Bully
Yeah. Its weird how the fire started that day. We know she was a pyro, but what that janitor was attemting to do to her….

Vengeance
You did all you could.

Bully
It wasn’t even a deep enough stab wound! That fork just didn’t have the penetration of a good shiv.

Vengeance.
If we remember right, the fire was never this bad.

Bully
It wasn’t, but we always envisioned she wanted it this way.

Vengeance
You did the right thing.

Bully
We know. But we were wondering, if she was the woman Zero spoke of. She fit the bill even at that age.

Vengeance
Maybe we should search her out.

~Bully looks up and stares out at the fire before looking at Vengeance with a very sick smile~

Bully
We think she is already here!

~Both creations of a fractured mind stare at each other as they once again become a thought!~[[/color][/b]