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Date Posted: 13:38:22 10/31/02 Thu
Author: Cross
Subject: Black Cross { Part Three }




** Once again it is time for Cross to say something. As much as he doesn't want to, and as much as he doesn't really need to, his words will not be rid of. Halloween night and Cross' third time to talk in a couple of days. He has a match with The Fallen this weekend, and a future confrontation with Jamez "Maniac" Jonez, also. Last time he talked, he was not in the right mood, let's say. It is different this time. With Jamez Jonez' pumpin' off words like a mother bird feeding her little birdies. Jamez has regurgitated everything he's said before. The Fallen, however, has yet to say jack-all. Cross will take a win, his greediness taking over, but no competition is not that great of a way to win. If only Jamez Jonez would shut his mouth and The Fallen would open his, then Cross would be happy. But Cross will take the win anyhow, knowing full well the inevitability of it. Welcome to the world of Cross for a third time this week. **


[ The dark room is not there anymore. There are a few lights on in the house in mid-Detroit. Bowls of candy and other Halloween treats are sitting on a wooden bench near the front door, below eight carpeted stairs. Above the carpeted stairs is a laminate floor, an imitation hardwood. To the left is a living room including a big screen tv, and also a kitchen. To the right is a bunch of rooms: bathroom, master bedroom, guest room, and storage space. Below the front door is a big basement. The basement includes a homemade wrestling ring, perfect for practicing skills. But Cross is not down there. He is not watching TV in the living room, nor having sex in the master bedroom with another's girlfriend. He is not permiscuous tonight. The camera turns and ends up right in the face of Cross. His red hair is now black again. Enough change. His eyes are still black, like death. Cross walks down the first set of stairs towards the front door. Cross lowers an arm and picks up a mask. Showing it to the amera, Cross places it on his face. The Scream Killer mask. How convienient. The dagger in the right hand of Cross looks convincing. It seems to gleam off the light above the stairs that warms the paint on the walls. Those walls have mechanical spiders crawling back and forth in constant motion. Webs hang from the corners that have the wll and ceiling meeting one another. In the background, we hear "Scary Halloween Sounds", a tape Cross got for $1 at a garage sale. Halloween is his favourite holiday. Freedom. Nobody knows what is next, what they will get, what is coming to them. You could kill during Halloween. Not Cross' intentions, though, for all of you bastards out there. Cross is here for the "trick-or-treaters". According to Paul and Jenny, the neighbours that Cross met a couple of days ago, the new neighbour in town always gets egged and papered. Cross seems prepared for this. ]

{{CROSS}} " I love Halloween. Nobody knows exactly who is feeding them junk, nor scaring them ****less. Perfect night for a murder even. Not that I plan on anything."

[ Cross looks down to his right hand and the dagger that seems shining in the darkness. ]

{{CROSS}} " Very convincing, isn't it? "

[ Cross laughs heartily. ]

{{CROSS}} " Like I said, I love Halloween. Apparently, all the new people in town get papered and garbaged on Halloween, but hell, I am prepared for this. They don't know who the Scream Killer is tonight. No violence though. I won't catch any vandals with any violence. Being a big and powerful man is an advantage, you know."

[ Cross grabs a Mini Snicker's bar and unwraps it. The caramel is dripping fromt he package. He eats it. Tastes good. ]

[ Jibberish is heard. Who talks with their mouth full of chocolate and caramel? ]

{{CROSS}}" Not bad. "

[ Cross looks down at his watch. It reads ' 5:20 PM '. Children of all ages could arrive at any time. Coincidentally, a bel is heard. The first batch of kids. Fun-time. ]

{{CROSS}}" This is the new guy's place. I'll distract him while you paper the pla.. "

[ Cross has opened the door, surprising the vandals. The dagger is the first thing out the door as it carves a thick cross on the front door. Real dagger... ]

{{CROSS}}" Take your damn candy, boys."

[ Cross throws about 5 Mars bars at the boys, one hitting a person of about 17 in the head. Whoops. ]

{{CROSS}}" Ha..."

[ Cross closes the door and the first set of vandals are done with. A course of ten minutes after the first knock there have been about 3 other groups of vandals. Damn, what a neighbourhood! ]

{{CROSS}}" This is it. "

[ The lights are turned off and Cross steps outside. No more candy for the children. Nobody can see him, either. Into the darkness Cross goes. It is time for business. ]

{{CROSS}}" It's time to get my mind on business. No more Halloween. This is just another dark night. Another night to talk about people like Jamez Jonez and The Fallen."

{CROSS}}" Fallen has yet to say a word. I've egged him on earlir to no avail. Come on, Fallen, what exactly are you afraid of? You seem to say you aren't afraid of me, but you haven't proven it. If you keep avoiding me, Fallen, you will end up in your grave. Covered with dirt and worms, out of air, Fallen, think of it. You'll be dead... I can take you out Fallen, like Jason Voorhees against 250 different people. They stood absolutely no chance, and you don't either. They did nothing to stop Jason, and you are doing nothing to stop me. I am undstoppable to you, Fallen. I want you to talk, and be at 100%. I want to beat you at your best, jsut to prove your worthlessness. You are not able to defeat me, and you are not able to defeat Jamez Jonez. Is this why you say nothing? You know you are not deserving of a title shot, and this is why you say absolutely d*ck-all. Fallen, I need you to say at least one word. May it be 'fear' or 'Cross' or 'The Fall', it will make my win much better. I will take the win anyhow, and I will win in whatever way I can, but hell, give me at least some competition. You are like Deadcell on Cypher or the whole MCW on Blade. Give me something to work with, Fallen, before I put you in the grave and bury you six feet under."

[ Trick or treaters have tried to enter and paper the house, but Cross cares them away with the dagger coming from complete darkness. You do not mess with Cross, the new guy in town. ]

{{CROSS}}" Jamez Jonez, I come to you. You seem to be the only worthy one to catch my attention. You seem to be talking all the time, and getting yourself into deeper trouble. I mean, you're already in a lot of trouble, but you arte digging yourself even deeper, perhaps as deep as The Fallen will go this weekend. You can deny many things, Jamezy. Denying the need of sympathy for one thing. Nobody makes an effort to look as horrible mentally and physically to others if they don't want sympathy. You're like somebody that murders their own children to get sympathy from others. You're children are the belts and your stability. It's a call-out of "Help me, I'm in a bad state of mind and I'm throwing my giold around like a monkey throwing feces.". Jamezy, you can deny what you want, but I know better. You always befouled the titles, at least to my mind. You befoul them by holding them. When I hold them, Jamez, they will be in their rightful positions. You befoul the MCW. You should not be our champion, Jamez. No matter your ability, which is vast, nor your luck, I am the next big thing in the business. Those titles you have belong to me, and sooner or later, Jamez, I will take them. From hell or high-water, I am the greedy one and I will take those titles."

{{CROSS}}" I talked about perfection before, and you seem to strongly believe that nobody is perfect. I have my flaws, like I said previously if you weren't so stupid. I sometimes lose my focus, costing me matches and the like. I explained that before. That's not how I lost to The Crusher, Fallen mademe lose. I was about to win, and be the best that night. I was not second best. And I am better than you, Jamezy. I will prove this when I beat The Fallen and you whip The Crusher. We will meet pretty damn soon, Jamezy. You will learn why I am perfect in every way except that one flaw. You've never met perfection, and I'm about the closest damn thing to it."

[ Nobody has arrived at the front door in quite some time. Success and a bunch of chocolate bars for Cross. Cross sits in the darkness, not moving, his black hair swishing in the wind. Scene Out with Static. ]

CYPHER'S ROLEPLAY AND PART FOUR WILL BE UP TOMORROW IF ALL GOES WELL.

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