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Date Posted: 07:24:17 03/29/02 Fri
Author: Gabriel
Subject: Revenge is a dish best served cold

(The far expanse of the backstage area is dimly lighted by a few lights, creating long gabs of shadow and darkness....Dark Tiger walks through the arena, footsteps echoing off of the cream-colored walls, creating an eerie effect as he walks a straight line down the hallway....)

Voice-Turn the lights down low....And bolt the door up....Future is coming....Future rising up

(The sepuchral voice dies back down, Dark Tiger instantly halts his progress, ears pricking up as he slowly looks around, seeking the source of the voice, but silence greets his search.....After a few more moments of careful listening he cautiously begins walking again, as the curtain of light engulfs him the voice once again return....)

Voice-With both eyes open....I wait up for the kill....Feel the evil....Feel the heat as I blast you open

(Dark Tiger once again stops, body fully rigid as his eyes cut through the veil of darkness like daggers, but no source can be found....A fist balls up in preparation, but a quick glance backwards reveals emptiness....His brow furrows in confusion, but his progress begins yet again, one foot slowly placed infront of the other, the realm of darkness in entered once more)

Voice-Death comes ripping....And it's going, death comes ripping....You feel the heat as death comes ripping....Rip your back out....And death comes ripping out

(This time anger replaces the confusion that marked the face just a moment ago, his own voice now rocking the foundation)

Dark Tiger-Who is that? Show your face, or are you scared?

(A low, almost melodic laughter replaces the darkness he leaves lingering, seeminglly arriving from all directions, making pinpointing the source impossible)

Voice-Flesh and blood....Too weak for you....Turning it over....A little too late to penetrate....

(Dark Tiger spins around in confusion, the anger mounting, as he frantically seeks the voice, wanting to confront his would-be attacker....Behind him the glimpse of a shadow running by can be seen, but as he turns around it is already gone....His vision now focused on the light, the darkness is sliced like a knife by the same shadow, sticking out even against the blackness)

Voice-Death comes ripping....And it is going, death comes ripping....You feel the heat as death comes ripping....Rip your back out....Death comes ripping....

(And without another word a flash comes out of the darkness, foot extended, knocking Dark Tiger against the wall....He slumps down, and before he can move, the flash of a blade is seen in the darkness, rushing down towards Dark Tiger....A loud crack is heard, as the blade, the shape of a crescant moon, wraps itself around Dark Tiger's neck, fastening him to the wall....Dark Tiger struggles, a thin line of red escaping his neck as he does, the foot emerges from the darkness once again, boot crushing Dark Tiger's arm against the floor....He stops his struggle, looking up into the eyes of his attacker....Deep blue pools stare at him, lifeless and dead, hair hangs down in tussled curls)

Gabriel-And it's going, death comes ripping....You feel the heat as death comes ripping....Rip your back out....Death comes ripping....And I know that death comes ripping out

(He kneels down, foot still restraining Dark Tiger....His lips curve up like a blade, sharp features cutting across his face....Dark Tiger looks at Gabriel with a face full of anger, his current predicament making it impossible to retaliate)

Gabriel-Hello there Frank, so glad to see you....

(Gabriel reaches out, drawing a finger across Dark Tiger's forehead, tracing a line across the sweat....)

Gabriel-Is that fear I smell Frank? Are you afraid? Or perhaps it is anger? I really do not care....But why did you have to make this more than it really is? You were defeated, end of story...But no, you could not let it go, could you, that bruised ego of yours had to challenge me again....Last time you nearly killed me Frank, and you still failed, what makes you think it will be different?

(Gabriel stares at him quizzically)

Gabriel-Perhaps you dug down deep and found some hidden power you did not know you had, is that it? Perhaps you have been training hard while baiting your time, is that it? Frank, I am quite disappointed, you provde me with no challenge...at least...not yet. Perhaps today's lesson will make you a little angrier, a little more hateful....You look at me now, I can see the hate in your eyes, yes, I can see that old Frank Phoenix disappearing, even now as we speak....Perhaps you really are ready for me this time....

(Gabriel leans forward, whispering something into Dark Tiger's ear)

Gabriel-But who says I gave it my all the first time around? Think about it Frank, remember this moment in time, the hate will fuel you....

(Gabriel slowly stands back up, his hand reaches out and retrieves the blade...Dark Tiger, now free, jumps up, only to be met with a flurry of punches to the head, followed by the blunt-side of the blade bashing him over the back of the head, knocking him out....Laughter once again fills the hallway as the sound of footsteps grows fainter and fainter, finally totally disappearing)

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