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Date Posted: 17:43:22 06/22/03 Sun
Author: No name
Subject: Re: 123
In reply to: 's message, "Re: 123" on 20:18:35 06/18/03 Wed

{Throughout the millennia revenge has been the driving force of many conflicts and historic events. The murder of Caesar by Brutus, United States entry into the second World War rom the Pearl Harbor bombing by Japan, just to name a few. Though only a vary small number of incidents involving revenge in it’s fullest extremes have occurred due to ones allegiance to another. One such example is about to explode into it’s entirety within the next week....hopefully later then soon....

....We fade from black into the bustling city of the great New York, though the day is besides the point. Gray clouds are overhead from horizon to horizon, yet rain isn’t in the forecast, a gloomy day, all day. People are walking on to their daily routines, more then not these people are quite glooming themselves. Still one individual catches our eye as he crosses a street, head down, soaking wet long black hair covering his face so identity cannot be reviled as of yet. His hands are within his knee length black overcoat, his walk seems to be slow and depressing as an older man nearly trips over this mans black booted feet. This black clad man never even shows any apology or even notice of the older man’s “mishap.” The older man continues on his way with a few harsh words directed to this individual. This man lifts his head to reveal him to be Mike Allen, who shoots a glare to the older man which then he darts away in more of a hurry. Looking over to his left Mike notices a alley way which he makes his way into, nearly colliding into an elderly women pushing a baby carriage with twins, with barely even a glance her way. Upon reaching a crate about ten feet within this ally, Mike drops down leaning against the crate, as he reaches into the inner part of his jacket and fishes out a small bottle of liquor, which we dive into his inner psyche once again....}

Allen: {Mike’s “alternate thoughts”}....this is now your chance Mickey! Just a short week away before you get your shot in freeing your mind of this torment....

{Mike takes the bottle away from his mouth after taking two quick gulps, he folds his right arm across his mid section his he holds onto the bottle with his left hand close to his mouth.}

Allen: I wouldn’t really call it torment....{He flinches for a brief moment.}....more of an obsessive anger....

{Mike then takes another quick sip before putting the bottle away.}

Allen: I would like to agree with you....since this “obsessive anger” has brought myself into reality....

Allen: Now is that really a good thing?

Allen: Oh please....I’m the best thing that has ever happened to you! Since I have....emerged, per se, you have beaten Alec BeGrod as well as that freak Keenan....

Allen: Yeah, losing to Brett Archer in the process. Plus it’s not like I haven’t ever lost to BeGrod since coming into the ICWF....


Allen: aaaaahhh{With a sarcastic tone} the eternal optimist....you got three things to understand son, One: Downfalls occur along every path you walk within life, Two: These problems are always overcome, Three: Great rewards are always at the end of path upon reaching it....

Allen: So what you are trying to tell me is meeting with Jason Chase is going to be my reward?

Allen: Quite the bounty if I do say so myself....Your mission is nearing it’s completion....

Allen: Mission?....ha....you’re making this sound like a crusade....

Allen: Isn’t it now? Ever since Emily left your sor....

{Mike was in the process of going for his liquor bottle, his demeanor then turns into that of sorrowful hate.}

Allen: How dare you to continue to mock me....you damn well know that TLS took my Emm away from ME....

{Mike smashes the bottle against the brick building next to him, sending a splash of the alcohol, barely landing on Mike, only on his legs. Mike hisses while still holding the bottle of the bottle, it’s base extremely jagged. This commotion brings stares from the many people walking past the entrance of the alleyway, only to continue walking past. His inner “demon” laughs hysterically.}

Allen: Face it boy, I am the only one to arouse this anger into existence from the depths of your inner self....you’ll need it to face this prodical son of sorts of the most influential man within this business, TLS....

Allen: That f**king son of a bitch....

Allen: Though, it’s just a thought of mine that, TLS is the one you should put in the back of your mind at the present moment even though it’s he’s the one you want....Chase is the one you should give your entire attention.

{More anger washes over Mike’s face like a flood at the thought.}

Allen: Jay....that piece of shit....trying to mock me as well, I hear....TLS stealing a freaking Eminem CD? Mine? Jay....trying to be the little wise ass....that immature child....He has no clue what I have gone through since his low life mentor has done to me....If he thinks seeing two roses materialize out of nothing is f**ked up, he has no clue what has gone through my head since TLS kidnaping of Emily.

{Mike gains more of a humorous anger as he rolls the broken bottle around and around within each palm while laughing quietly to himself. As soon as he laughs, Mike nicks his open right palm with a sharp point of the broken bottle, yet not in the slightest way does this stop his laughing, in only makes it stronger. He lifts his hand after his laughter, staring, near blankness, at his bloody hand with a few short bursts of eerie sounding “giggles.”}

Allen: It’s quite funny how ignorant many people can be now-a-days. Jay is the prime example of this type of individual.

Allen: ....you two are quite similar indeed....

{This brings a small smile to Mike’s face for a few brief seconds, until a inverts to a anguished filled frown.}

Allen: That is true in it’s fullest, yet regretful in it’s lowest depths. Jay is not aware of the fact in how one’s actions can have an equal negative reaction. I’m sneaky alright....hehehe....that “gangsta” wannabe has no idea what he’s gotten himself into by his association with TLS. He stole all that matter to me in my whole life.

Allen: Is it really that easy to comprehend? Pain....sorrow....the will to prove one’s worth....so called virtue....are concepts to one’s focus and determination. Yet one concept is one be easy....son, are you....easy?

Allen: Referring to me as easy? Humorous as always....yet I wonder what is the reason in why Jay’s mother gave birth to him? Yes I did run out of that ring quite fast after Jay picked up that bat. Making excuses won’t help much now, I know damn well that at Bad Blood I will have the chance I’ve been waiting for. To warn Jay....Sosa has nothing on me! Revenge is quite simplistic really, it’s funny how it can mess with one’s mind too. In every sense of the term, I am dead....It’s true...I am death....this Sunday I’m going to take Chase to hell along with me....all thanks from The Lost Soul....if everyone considers him lost then I must have been shipwrecked and left for dead.....

Allen: You will prove to Chase that he shouldn’t underestimate a man who has lost everything. In your words “TLS took your love Emily away from you,” use it to you advantage....BE ruthless....BE relentless....Have no Meeeerrccccy....

{At this moment Mike is just getting up, he’s about to start walking forward until he sees a another person standing in the entrance of the alley, it appears a women}

Women: I though I’ll find you here.

{Though this just comes from Mike’s mind as the person comes nearer it’s actually a man, Bill, Mike’s best friend.}

Bill: Where the hell have you been? Been looking everywhere for you....man you look terrible! Come on dude, we need to get you some help....

{As Bill approaches Mike, who seems to still be in this trance of anger, he jumps towards Bill grabbing him by the scruff of the neck flinging him the one side of the alley. Then Mike thrusts the broken bottle to Bill’s neck, only to stop an inch short}

Allen: Help? HELP? You think I NEED HELP?

{Bill begins to shake his head slowly with a very shocked look, trying not to scrap the bottle. Mike stares blankly at Bill then to the bottle. Dropping the bottle Mike soon walks towards the streets, nearly stumbling over his own feet. Bill holds his neck for a moment and coughs before going over to Mike to help him, only to be shoved out of the way as the scene fades to black with a few harsh words....

....Lust is a dangerous motive for anything. Being it for love, greed, and/or revenge. Can one man who has been through Hell and high water stay focused enough to achieve his motive for that exact revenge? Only time will tell....}

To Be Continued


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