Post by reaper on Oct 17, 2016 18:10:11 GMT -5
Reaper- Can you hear them? Can you hear the sounds of their pain and their agony? Can you hear the falling angels and demons that have risen up, calling out, in pain, begging for someone to lead them home.
Reaper stands on dark brown wet sand, watching a waterspout in the distance send. The water spout, like a tornado in the ocean, sends waves crashing onto the beach like soldiers storming Normandy. The skies are grey as the storm off the coast Galveston prepares an attempt to take back the island in the name Poseidon. His back to the view of the audience watching, his hands placed behind his back, fingers interlocked.
Reaper- Do you remember me asking you this? It was the first thing I ever said to RSW. It was the first thing I ever said because it was one of the most powerful things my father ever said.
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Evangelist Greg Reaper- Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me. "Give God the first portion of your income.” Give it first, not after the deducts, not after the social security, and the hospitalization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these things on ya check, ya say, 'I'ma give God a little what's left. You do and that's what you gonna get from God.
A rather built man stands in front of a grand audience wearing a very expensive Stuart Hughes Diamond Edition suit. A headset wraps around the man head and clings to the side of his face, ensuring the microphone piece was placed in front of his mouth. The congregation is hanging on his every word as he walks around on a stage centered, with a semi- circle of people alluding around the stage. John Reaper, the seven year old, sits in the first row watching his father just like he has many times, gazing at him as if he was watching a repeat of an old tv show. Only now he sits listening to his father not fully understanding his speeches, this coming from earlier in the day when he walked in on his father pulling his pants up and buckling his belt while some woman, not his mother, walked out from his office. He sat in confusing as he spoke words to strangers yet his actions played out earlier in the day was the total opposite.
Reaper- Ok?
John sat in his chair as the sermon came to an end. John had never received any affection from his father due to his father never wanting a second child. His older sister had been on the receiving end of his father’s love or that is what he guess due to all the time he spent alone with her. He even remember a time when he woke up late one night and went to the bathroom only to see his father coming out of his sisters room. Mary was always being kissed or hugged by their father, while John felt the sting of his backhand on more than one occasion. More frequently now that his sister had seem to vanish with his parents oddly enough not reporting it to the cops. Even as a baby John was never allowed to get boosted or Immune shots because his father said a boy needs to be tough and what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger. John watches his father motion to him to go outside and he does as he is told without question.
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Kid- Hey Loser! Where is your loser dad? I bet he is in the church with some whore. That is what my dad said, your daddy is a lying, no good, child raping pedophile.
A teenage boy, wearing a camo jacket, slicked back greasy hair cut stands outside the church throwing glass bottles at a sign with Pastor Reaper’s face on it. He is a grungie looking boy and he speaks about the trial a few months ago where a young pair, brother and sister, accused his father of molesting them after church. After a lengthy trial, the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence.
Reaper- That is not true, and you need to shut up talking about my father like that, he is a great man.
Kid- You calling my dad a liar, you little bastard?
The kid quickly covers the fifteen feet that was between the boys and snatches John up by his shirt, both hands grasping the shirt of John so tight that it begins choking him. Just as John feels like he is either about to die from lack of air or is going to get beat to death right here in a church parking lot he hears a stern voice going out of the shadows of the church doorway.
Pastor Reaper- Do we have a problem here fellas?
John- He was calling you names
Pastor Reaper- So what are you going to do about it Johnny Boy?
The pastor now standing beside his son as the teenage boy has now let go of his shirt and stands face to face with them, eyes passing from John and then up to the pastor.
Pastor Reaper- Come on John Boy, It's people like this who want to keep you down, keep you afraid. You have to show them you're not afraid, you gotta show them you're a man.
Pastor Reaper with a sick smile on his face, the grin reaching from ear to ear almost like he is about to come fully erect, slams a fist into the stomach or the teenage boy. The air rushes out of the boy’s lungs and backfills with fear. He drops to his knees and then falls to his side holding his stomach as if he could force air back into his lungs by pumping his abs with hands. John’s eyes become wide as if he just seen someone’s head get shot off right in front of him. He stares with a shocked stoned face unsure to move or speak until his father’s voice fading in from what seems like a football field length away to standing right next to him.
Pastor Reaper- Go ahead John Boy. Kick him. Don't give that look that your mother gives, you do what I tell you, kick him! Kick him!
John not moving at first as the words fill his ears with instructions. Finally, his body begins to do what his brain is telling it to do. He begins to kick the boy in the face repeatedly, almost insync to the cadence of his father’s instructions. Stomp after stomp the boy’s face beats of the freshly paved parking lot, the side of his skull cracking against the black top. His eye socket caving inwards as blood spews from his mouth. John feeling the combination of relief, anger, acceptance from his father, and sadness for the boy finally stops as his father wraps his arms around him, pulling him from the scene.
Pastor Reaper- Come on boy let’s get out of here.
The two, with haste, spring to the family car and kick up dust as the sun sets on the what would only become a police crime scene for sure. John looks at his father as his father returns the smile as if he was amazed to see his boy becoming a man right before his eyes. Pastor places a hand on his son’s shoulder.
Pastor Reaper- You see Johnny Boy, every man has a devil and you can’t rest until you find him.
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John sits at his desk in the living room listening to his parents in the doorway of the living room that leads into the kitchen where the carpet meets the tile floor. The argument heats up as his father laughed while telling Mrs. Reaper about John’s fight.
Mrs. Reaper- That is horrible! I don’t want him turning into you Bill.
Pastor Reaper- What are you saying there is something wrong with me? You are the one that turned our boy into a pussy, popping your tit into his mouth every time he got a bump or a scratch.
Mrs. Reaper- So you want him to be like you, a monster.
Hearing the word monster turns John’s father’s eyes into a metaphorical red. He reaches out his arms and locks his hands around Mrs. Reaper’s throat. Dishes on the table break as the table is forced, violently into supporting Mrs. Reaper’s weight. Mrs. Reaper gasps for air as veins in Pastor Reaper’s hands pop from pressure he is forcing threw them. John sits at his desk eyes closed mumbling to himself, each time getting louder and louder.
Reaper- Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is. Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is. Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is! Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
Reaper springs up from his desk and on the way to the kitchen scene he picks up a hammer sitting on shelf.
Reaper- Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is!
Reaper brings down the hammer, the metal connecting with the back of his father’s skull. The thunk of metal sinks into the membrane past the skull into the dura. The sound is like what a baseball bat sounds like hitting a wet softball. The blood ejuclating out and into the floor, spray out into the face, covering John’s face with a crimson mask. Finally, after the few seconds in which seemed to pass like years, Pastor Reaper’s body hits the floor with a wet thump. John continued to hammer his father’s skull as if he was hammering nails into a board. After the body begins to twitch and the the chest stops raising and falling John drops the hammer, his mother staring in a frozen mummified state. She wraps her arms around him as he begins to cry.
Reaper- Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
His father was laid to rest and not with a hero's funeral. No with the shame of murder pinned on him by his mother and Reaper being praised for self defense and protecting his mom.
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Reaper turns around to face the masses, a sea of men dressed in black supporting horror masks and the Immune System. His words coming out and the motions of his walk, reminding him of when he watched his father speak to the church.
Reaper- The dragon stood upon the banks of the sea and watched as a seven head beast emerge. And written on each head were names that blasphemed God. All fell and worshiped the Beast until Judgement Day. The Dragon, the Beast, and the false prophet are cast into the lake of fire and a new, glorious Heaven replaces the old Earth. There is no more suffering or death.
Everyone watches Reaper as he raises his arms and the waves crash into the shore throwing water over his shoulders.
Reaper- You see, I have seen heaven, and I have seen hell, and i now walk this earth. I did not like what I seen in either of these places and we are now here to destroy this place and burn it down so that a phoenix can raise up from its ashes and We will create a new world in our image. Angel, Demons, Gods, and Devils. It makes no difference if you are good or bad, for this is our world now and they are all the same. It is people like Bohannon, pretenders like the Jeckals and Rocky, and the rest of NAW that cast us aside. That spit on you and tell you that you are not a man, you are beneath them. So my brothers and sisters, We will start with NAW, this beacon until the world, and we will begin there, making it into our image and upon its throne we will sit with him guiding the flames of this new world.
Reaper- Meltdown 79, marks the starting point of the road that will be paved with broken bodies, starting with the Bohannon, and at the end of the Black Rainbow, sitting a top will be Myself and you my brothers owning NAW.
Waves crash and the water flies over Reaper’s shoulders as he laughs like a maniac
Reaper stands on dark brown wet sand, watching a waterspout in the distance send. The water spout, like a tornado in the ocean, sends waves crashing onto the beach like soldiers storming Normandy. The skies are grey as the storm off the coast Galveston prepares an attempt to take back the island in the name Poseidon. His back to the view of the audience watching, his hands placed behind his back, fingers interlocked.
Reaper- Do you remember me asking you this? It was the first thing I ever said to RSW. It was the first thing I ever said because it was one of the most powerful things my father ever said.
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Evangelist Greg Reaper- Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me. "Give God the first portion of your income.” Give it first, not after the deducts, not after the social security, and the hospitalization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these things on ya check, ya say, 'I'ma give God a little what's left. You do and that's what you gonna get from God.
A rather built man stands in front of a grand audience wearing a very expensive Stuart Hughes Diamond Edition suit. A headset wraps around the man head and clings to the side of his face, ensuring the microphone piece was placed in front of his mouth. The congregation is hanging on his every word as he walks around on a stage centered, with a semi- circle of people alluding around the stage. John Reaper, the seven year old, sits in the first row watching his father just like he has many times, gazing at him as if he was watching a repeat of an old tv show. Only now he sits listening to his father not fully understanding his speeches, this coming from earlier in the day when he walked in on his father pulling his pants up and buckling his belt while some woman, not his mother, walked out from his office. He sat in confusing as he spoke words to strangers yet his actions played out earlier in the day was the total opposite.
Reaper- Ok?
John sat in his chair as the sermon came to an end. John had never received any affection from his father due to his father never wanting a second child. His older sister had been on the receiving end of his father’s love or that is what he guess due to all the time he spent alone with her. He even remember a time when he woke up late one night and went to the bathroom only to see his father coming out of his sisters room. Mary was always being kissed or hugged by their father, while John felt the sting of his backhand on more than one occasion. More frequently now that his sister had seem to vanish with his parents oddly enough not reporting it to the cops. Even as a baby John was never allowed to get boosted or Immune shots because his father said a boy needs to be tough and what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger. John watches his father motion to him to go outside and he does as he is told without question.
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Kid- Hey Loser! Where is your loser dad? I bet he is in the church with some whore. That is what my dad said, your daddy is a lying, no good, child raping pedophile.
A teenage boy, wearing a camo jacket, slicked back greasy hair cut stands outside the church throwing glass bottles at a sign with Pastor Reaper’s face on it. He is a grungie looking boy and he speaks about the trial a few months ago where a young pair, brother and sister, accused his father of molesting them after church. After a lengthy trial, the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence.
Reaper- That is not true, and you need to shut up talking about my father like that, he is a great man.
Kid- You calling my dad a liar, you little bastard?
The kid quickly covers the fifteen feet that was between the boys and snatches John up by his shirt, both hands grasping the shirt of John so tight that it begins choking him. Just as John feels like he is either about to die from lack of air or is going to get beat to death right here in a church parking lot he hears a stern voice going out of the shadows of the church doorway.
Pastor Reaper- Do we have a problem here fellas?
John- He was calling you names
Pastor Reaper- So what are you going to do about it Johnny Boy?
The pastor now standing beside his son as the teenage boy has now let go of his shirt and stands face to face with them, eyes passing from John and then up to the pastor.
Pastor Reaper- Come on John Boy, It's people like this who want to keep you down, keep you afraid. You have to show them you're not afraid, you gotta show them you're a man.
Pastor Reaper with a sick smile on his face, the grin reaching from ear to ear almost like he is about to come fully erect, slams a fist into the stomach or the teenage boy. The air rushes out of the boy’s lungs and backfills with fear. He drops to his knees and then falls to his side holding his stomach as if he could force air back into his lungs by pumping his abs with hands. John’s eyes become wide as if he just seen someone’s head get shot off right in front of him. He stares with a shocked stoned face unsure to move or speak until his father’s voice fading in from what seems like a football field length away to standing right next to him.
Pastor Reaper- Go ahead John Boy. Kick him. Don't give that look that your mother gives, you do what I tell you, kick him! Kick him!
John not moving at first as the words fill his ears with instructions. Finally, his body begins to do what his brain is telling it to do. He begins to kick the boy in the face repeatedly, almost insync to the cadence of his father’s instructions. Stomp after stomp the boy’s face beats of the freshly paved parking lot, the side of his skull cracking against the black top. His eye socket caving inwards as blood spews from his mouth. John feeling the combination of relief, anger, acceptance from his father, and sadness for the boy finally stops as his father wraps his arms around him, pulling him from the scene.
Pastor Reaper- Come on boy let’s get out of here.
The two, with haste, spring to the family car and kick up dust as the sun sets on the what would only become a police crime scene for sure. John looks at his father as his father returns the smile as if he was amazed to see his boy becoming a man right before his eyes. Pastor places a hand on his son’s shoulder.
Pastor Reaper- You see Johnny Boy, every man has a devil and you can’t rest until you find him.
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John sits at his desk in the living room listening to his parents in the doorway of the living room that leads into the kitchen where the carpet meets the tile floor. The argument heats up as his father laughed while telling Mrs. Reaper about John’s fight.
Mrs. Reaper- That is horrible! I don’t want him turning into you Bill.
Pastor Reaper- What are you saying there is something wrong with me? You are the one that turned our boy into a pussy, popping your tit into his mouth every time he got a bump or a scratch.
Mrs. Reaper- So you want him to be like you, a monster.
Hearing the word monster turns John’s father’s eyes into a metaphorical red. He reaches out his arms and locks his hands around Mrs. Reaper’s throat. Dishes on the table break as the table is forced, violently into supporting Mrs. Reaper’s weight. Mrs. Reaper gasps for air as veins in Pastor Reaper’s hands pop from pressure he is forcing threw them. John sits at his desk eyes closed mumbling to himself, each time getting louder and louder.
Reaper- Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is. Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is. Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is! Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
Reaper springs up from his desk and on the way to the kitchen scene he picks up a hammer sitting on shelf.
Reaper- Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is!
Reaper brings down the hammer, the metal connecting with the back of his father’s skull. The thunk of metal sinks into the membrane past the skull into the dura. The sound is like what a baseball bat sounds like hitting a wet softball. The blood ejuclating out and into the floor, spray out into the face, covering John’s face with a crimson mask. Finally, after the few seconds in which seemed to pass like years, Pastor Reaper’s body hits the floor with a wet thump. John continued to hammer his father’s skull as if he was hammering nails into a board. After the body begins to twitch and the the chest stops raising and falling John drops the hammer, his mother staring in a frozen mummified state. She wraps her arms around him as he begins to cry.
Reaper- Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
His father was laid to rest and not with a hero's funeral. No with the shame of murder pinned on him by his mother and Reaper being praised for self defense and protecting his mom.
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Reaper turns around to face the masses, a sea of men dressed in black supporting horror masks and the Immune System. His words coming out and the motions of his walk, reminding him of when he watched his father speak to the church.
Reaper- The dragon stood upon the banks of the sea and watched as a seven head beast emerge. And written on each head were names that blasphemed God. All fell and worshiped the Beast until Judgement Day. The Dragon, the Beast, and the false prophet are cast into the lake of fire and a new, glorious Heaven replaces the old Earth. There is no more suffering or death.
Everyone watches Reaper as he raises his arms and the waves crash into the shore throwing water over his shoulders.
Reaper- You see, I have seen heaven, and I have seen hell, and i now walk this earth. I did not like what I seen in either of these places and we are now here to destroy this place and burn it down so that a phoenix can raise up from its ashes and We will create a new world in our image. Angel, Demons, Gods, and Devils. It makes no difference if you are good or bad, for this is our world now and they are all the same. It is people like Bohannon, pretenders like the Jeckals and Rocky, and the rest of NAW that cast us aside. That spit on you and tell you that you are not a man, you are beneath them. So my brothers and sisters, We will start with NAW, this beacon until the world, and we will begin there, making it into our image and upon its throne we will sit with him guiding the flames of this new world.
Reaper- Meltdown 79, marks the starting point of the road that will be paved with broken bodies, starting with the Bohannon, and at the end of the Black Rainbow, sitting a top will be Myself and you my brothers owning NAW.
Waves crash and the water flies over Reaper’s shoulders as he laughs like a maniac