Corey Bull
Posts : 45
Join date : 2013-02-19
Age : 47
 |  Subject: Insanity is the new normal  Fri Mar 22, 2013 8:10 pm | |
|   ~The room would be pitch black were it not for the candles that seem to be burning everywhere. Reds, blacks, and whites are set together in groups of three and spread through out the room. From what can be seen, this is more of a dining room turned altar, as there are many images of what seem to be saint like beings on the wall. In the distance, a shower can be heard being shut off and several minutes later, a woman wrapped in a brown towel that covers her well enters the room. She looks in the direction of the camera and we recognize her from BattleGrounds. It is the woman that accompanied Corey Bull, the one that held his chain. She is beautiful even in this light without make up, though we can recognize the cunning of a predator in her eyes. She walks over to a central area that is covered with more candles then the rest and kneels down. The towel is dropped and we can see the sensual curves of her back and shoulders. The towel piles around her, just giving the viewer a brief glimpse at the top of her ass. With her back to the camera her voice floats around her, a sing song voice, filled with promises of dirty sex and violent death, of a lusting whore and a serial killer, an obedient lover and merciful assassin. ~”The Loa’s were correct, for they spoke of the wonders and the opportunities that abounded in the IWF. And so I have brought my Hatebringer to the IWF. It is his destiny, it is where he needs to be. Papa Kalfu and Baron Samedi both told me that our path was leading us to this place. But it isn’t like I needed the Loa’s to speak to me of this place. I could smell the primal sexuality of it, the decadence and violence that looms in this place. And it makes me as giddy as a school girl. Walking in the door, my nipples got hard as diamonds and my panties were so wet I could have mopped the floor with them. It was so deliciously…evil.”~Calypso whips her head back and cackles, something evil, deadly, and reminding everyone of a madwoman. She contains it and chuckles, the tops of her voluptuous breasts peaking out from in front of her arm from time to time. She pulls a large metal pan from underneath the table and sets it down, the candles highlighting it. She cracks an egg and drops it all into the pan. She beckons in a sexual manner towards the shadows and the mountain that is the Hatebringer Corey Bull walks out. She nods her head and he offers her his arm over the pan. She removes an ivory handled straight razor and makes a slow cut, allowing the blood to spill into the pan. Satisfied, she wraps his arm and licks the blood off the razor before closing it, then spits into the pan. She uses her blood red fingernail to mix the concoction together. She reaches to her side and pulls out a large bag, which she opens and pours the contents into the pan. With a rattling sound, small bones of assorted types land in the pan and she looks them over as she speaks**”The signs are all here as they were a few weeks ago. The past of my Hatebringer comes forth to erupt into a fountain of opportunity. The dragon that sits on the mountaintop…the rifle that rises then falls…two of the same side by side…a legion of like minds…the ace of spades….the ace of spades joker card companion. Soon, each one will find out who they are. And they shall all feel the wraith of my Hatebringer! And when he has finished them off, I will strip naked and roll in their viscera and blood, I will cum over and over again and the violence he has brought to them. Mmmmm, can you not feel how great that is.”~Calypso seems to shudder and she turns her face and smiles as she stands. The camera catches only her legs as a large hand with a grip of iron appears. He voice is seductive and very suggestive~”Come to me Bull. I want you to teach me how to be a good girl. Cause I have been sooo very bad.”~Bulls powerful arm shoves the camera before we hear his boot steps march diligently across the room and we fade to nothing~ ~Darkness envelopes the land. Dark clouds, heavy with the rains, accumulate in the distance. Bolts of lightning streak out from the sky to lighten the landscape. But it is not one that is known to any eyes that lay upon it, except those that call it home. As what is accepted as a sun rises through the cloudy sky, the landscape slowly comes clearer. What was once a great beast is now just a wasteland. The skeleton of a city lies off in the distance, its collapsing buildings and ruble filled streets the only thing left. No birds, no animals, no plants occupy the city, just ruin. Skyscrapers, great monsters that once ruled the skyline, now appear as nothing more then decrepit mounds of steel and rock eyesores. The streets are cracked and chunks raised and collapsed. As the light becomes more prevalent, the surrounding countryside of the city is no different then it, though instead of dying skyscrapers, the forest that once populated the area instead appears as a grove of death. Great trees, once loved for their green leaves and endless boughs, are now reduced to burnt sticks in the mud. Skeletons of animals, some familiar while others are unknown, lie where they died. Even the rocks that are scattered across the land are sick, crumbling into nothing more then ash when the wind blows right. The river that once was the life force of the area is now instead filled with a black sludge that shifts towards an unknown end. The viewer, because that is what you are, floats towards the end of the river of sludge. It falls into an unknown end. The bottom is fire, though it is so far away that the flames appear as if they are red stars against a black sky.
At the very southern edge of the destruction sit’s a plateau, one that overlooks the destroyed landscape. Upon it grows green grass, lush trees, and sit’s a cleared out area. It is circular and has several symbols that ride the outer rim of the clearing. To the north lies the city and its destroyed forest surroundings. To the east, miles and miles of file cabinets. They are aligned ten wide and seem to go on and on. The land they sit upon is a dust bowl, the wind whipping up, but the sand never moving. As one looks to the west, a blacked swamp eats the area up like a great plague. To the west on the plateau, a large canopy tent is seen. A dark black top, with blood red poles staked into the ground. Within the canopy is a small fire and a large electric chair. Within it sit’s a boy of no more then 8. His left side of his face is scarred from what one would imagine was a fire. Around him swirls a dozen topless women. Some tall, some short, all beautiful and different in her own way. But, the two things in common that they have, is that they are topless and that they wear the lower garb of wrestlers. Tights, wrestling boots, and knee pads. Some denote names like “Celeste” and “Fury”. Others are just colorful or have animals. The boy smiles as the girls serve him food and dance to music that is not heard.
Near the canopy tent sit’s a military barracks. Camouflaged in red and black, a man steps out. Covered from head to toe, the man is large and clearly muscular, as he holds a mini gun in his arms, cradled like one would cradle a child. His garb does not denote his rank, his allegiance, or anything else that can point to a location. He moves with more grace then one would imagine by his size. He looks left and right, scanning the area, waiting for something it would seem. He settles the weapon on a large ammo crate and moves forward, stepping into the small clearing. To his right steps the boy, his smile contagious, but his eyes burning with a fury. Behind the mask of the military man burns two orbs equal to the boys.
A rumble like thunder makes one look to the east, to the sound of a large motorcycle. A trike actually, like one that has never been. Its deep guerilla handlebars turn a wheel that is guarded by a skull with headlights. The large spiked wheels in the back tear up the sand that does not flow with the wind, as it rambles towards the two individuals. The bike stops and a man in his early twenties steps off. Leather jacket, blue jeans, and tan work boots are just the decoration for the large frame. His face, scarred on the left side just like the boy, is also set with two burning orbs as he steps to the clearing. From the north comes a keening wale. One suddenly sees the black sludge part in the center and a being surface. Wings as dark as a ravens, his eyes like flaming pitch, his skin alabaster white, a man creature flies up and comes to land at the edge of the clearing. As with the others, the left side of his face is scarred. His skin is like marble, his body conveying a sense of peace. But the malice that lies within this creature is obvious by the force of his look and the fire that burns in his twin orbs.
A small explosion makes us look north to the city. Flames, black as the night with red, lick up from a centralized location. Out of the fire steps a being, one who’s physical frame matches the physique of the others, cept the boy. Though it appears that he is on fire, one looks closer to realize he is fire. His face, shaped by flames, holds the same scars as the rest, though in red fire. Great wings of burning flame project the being into the air, to land next to the alabaster figure.
A roar is heard. A rumbling within the swamp. A beast so large he can not be fathomed. With scales of black, each as large as a shield, and as ancient as time itself, a great black dragon comes forth. Horns of onyx and ivory curl down from his head, his eyes pots of fire. His wings unfurl like large black canvases, the veins and tears telling the story of the universe. His body makes no sound, each scale moving together as one, well oiled machine. A shake of the beasts body sends water and swamp moss flying as he walks to the plateau, there laying his head down at the clearing. To the south is nothing but a wall and a door. Nothing beyond the clearing, just a large wall of brick that extends east and west as far as you can see and beyond. All 6 figures, their eyes burning with hatred and rage, stare as one to the door. A twirl of everything, like being sucked into a vortex and sent spinning like in a dryer, we suddenly are faced with two savage eyes behind the eye holes of a metal mask. ~ TWO WEEKS EARLIER~Bull and Calypso lie in bed together. Even though she is six feet tall, she still appears to be dwarfed by the size and muscularity of Bull. She is draped over him and covered in such a manner that you can’t see what she has, but you know that only that sheet is covering her. Her arm spins slow circles over his chest and it is one of the rare times Bull is without his mask~”Everything is set my love. Soon, my Hatebringer will make the IWF wish that he had stayed in the darkness that made him.””Good. We are ready to make a statement. There are those that deserve to feel the hatred inside and they reside in IWF.””Well you and I have already set in motion the events. Now we just need to connect the dots for people. Take credit where credit is due. I know how we can let the world see you my love.”~Bulls face seems to question her as she rolls on top of him and sits up, the sheet sliding off her body to pool behind her, covering Bulls legs and her ass. She moves a little bit and gets a grunt of satisfaction out of Bull as she leans down, slowly rocking her hips, her voice husky with pleasure~”Trust me my love, your name will be said with fear after this night.”~Bulls powerful hands come up and grab her at the hips and rolls her over, sending the sheet up and everything going to black! | |
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