Post by reaper on Aug 22, 2016 6:54:02 GMT -5
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A gun shot cuts thru the darkness like thunder breaking thru the clouds and sound reaches your ears, rattling your ear drums to the point of making you nauseated and dizzy.
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Kid- Come on loser, stop hogging the mirror. It’s not like you are going to get adopted anytime soon, so I don’t know why you are even getting ready.
A larger red hair kid that couldn’t be more than ten years old stands behind a smaller long brown hair child that looks to be the same age. The redhead shoves the smaller boy out of the way to reveal his reflexion in the mirror. The small boy falls to the side after being pushed out of the way with force from the much larger boy as a group of children crowd around the bathroom in a sense of urgency and as much disorganization as one thought possible.
Red hair kid- Stay out of the way. No one wants to adopt the son of a whore and mother of a devil spawn.
With the chuckles of the other children filling the small bathroom, the small brown hair child clinches his fist while making his way to his knees. He then glares up at the large bully with rage. The freckle face red hair chunky boy meet his glare and smiles.
Red hair kid- I heard that you mom use to be a stripper. I bet you she would let me play with boobs for a buck.
Brown hair child- Shut the Fuck UP!
Red hair Kid- What the fuck did you say, faggot?
Brown hair child- I said, Shut the Fuck UP!
The smaller child stands up and confronts his bully as the to stand face to face in the bathroom surrounded in a semi-circle by the other children. The two stare at each other in silence before the larger child laughs in the face of the other.
Red hair kid- Mikey's upset. Look how tough he is, standing up for himself. I bet his mother wishes she was here to see her boy grow a set of balls. I wonder if she would have licked my.
Michael- Shut up! Shut up!
Red hair kid- Don't fucking yell in my face, you bitch!
Michael-Fuck off!
Michael reaches back and before anyone had to to make sense of what took place Michael had punched with full force the loud mouth red hair kid square in the nose. Blood begin to run down his face as his eyes begin to water. Just as rage and anger had taken over Michael’s body and he was set to rain his fist down upon his bully a older lady, Miss Daye, the orphan house headmaster, walks in with her white stocking with a running thread up the side which met the seams on her thigh length blue cotton skirt stood in the doorway of the bathroom. The children parting much like the red sea being parted by Moses. She quickly and forcefully grabs Michael by the ear and jerks him thru the sea of children, almost detaching his ear from the side of his head ensuring he would follow without any further actions. Then the creek from the closet door fills the now silent room as the door opens.
Miss Daye- Seeing how you can’t behave like all the other children, you will have to stay in timeout so you don’t ruin the chance of the other children to be adopted.
Miss Daye slams the small closed door with Michael inside. The closed couldn’t be no more the four feet wide and three feet deep. Michael body sank like a empty cloth sack being thrown to the to the floor as tears rolled down his cheeks.
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All the children are sitting around a small wooden table, finger painting their masterpieces to be displayed for wanna-be parents to look at. Michael sits by the rain cover spotted window glass and watches two little girls in their school uniforms climb into a SUV of a nice looking couple that had just adopted them. He presses on the glass as one of the girls looks back and up to see Michael’s sad face admiring the sight in the hopes of one day being in their position. The little girl showing her dislike of Michael tauntingly sticks her tongue out before getting into the car. Miss Daye shuts the door to the vehicle and lights up a smoke before turning back to the house.
Miss Daye- I hope that you all took a lesson from today and you will find yourselves being adopted as well. Now I do not want to catch any of you out of bed tonight. Brush your teeth and it is lights out in five minutes.
The children rush in and out of the bathroom, with Michael being the last one turning off the light before inching his way to his bed. The rest of the children begin to fall into a deep coma from a long day of playing and excitement. Miss Daye walks into the room and checks on the children, after finding them all laying in bed flips the light switch down turning the room from day to night. Miss Daye walks down the hall lighting up her last cigarette then placing her lighter in the desk drawer in the hallway. She then continues to her room to turn in for the night as well.
Michael opens his eyes as the sounds of snoring fills the air from all the slumbering children. Slowly like a snake he slithers out of his bed. One foot in front of the other he crept to the door that led to the hall. The door opens as a beam of light shines onto the eyes of Michael as he stares down to the hall to see Miss Daye’s room is closed. The drawer on the desk in the hall opens and exposes the contents that laid inside. A small hand reaches in to retrieve a salt after treasure, a lighter. After the small hand clinches around the lighter, the draw is slowly and carefully closed as to not make any noise.
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Flames slowly turn the white paper black as different colored paints begin to bubble and boil. The flames toss a small piece of paper up out of a trash can and gently rest on the bunched up curtain that laid on top of the cleaned and waxed floor, which was one of the worse chores in the house to do, oh how Michael hated being down on his knees with a towel waxing the floor. The fire dances around the first floor of the old wooden orphanage before making a tango up the handrail of the stairs. By this time the smoke was thick and begin to replace the oxygen with carbon monoxide. As the residents of the home rested in their bed they begin to breath in the smoke. Smoke inhalation begin to creep from one child to another as the fire begin to engulf second floor of the house. The windows blow out of the house as the roof caves into the second floor of the house. Michael stands outside the orphanage with black ash and soot covering his face. The sound of sirens began to fade into his ears and drown out the roar of the fire. Red and blue lights spin around and light up the night as fire fighters try to put out the fight. A cop places a blanket around Michael as he helps him into the back of a police car. Michael watches the house fully collapse in the distance as a grin comes across his face.
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Tears roll down Mrs. Draven’s face as the clicking sound is heard in the background. She sits on couch as an old projector snaps film thru it at the rate of One-forty-eighth of a second per second. The pull down screen displays a old home video of Teck Draven at what looks to be his birthday party. A bottle of liquor wets her lips and the liquid rushes down her throat. The crying is mixed in with laughter from the video. The red puffy eyes of Mrs. Draven stares at the film to try and remember more happier times. For now she sits watch the past collide with the present of her oldest child, now sitting in a psych ward for brutally murdering her now ex husband. Meanwhile her youngest son lays asleep in her bed just on the other side of the wall of the projector’s screen. After one more drink Mrs. Draven reaches down and grips a small shiny metal object. In her hand rest a Ruger LCR, a small six shot revolver. The metal of the gun reflex the light coming from the projector as she opens her mouth the metal tip disappears. Only being able to talk in vowels she mumbles.
Mrs. Draven- Ease.. Or.ive .E
The hammer clicks and the gun heats up before dropping to the couch cushion. A loud gunshot echoes out thru the house and neighborhood. Michael awakes, his ears ring from the loud noise. Quickly as fast as a dazed, half asleep 4 year old can move, makes his way to the living room to see his mother lying on the couch, her eyes wide open and smoke slowly pouring out of her mouth. He tries to shake her, but she lays in silence. After a few more shakes he becomes sacred and looks around the living room to locate the phone. After a year of talks with his mother he knew to call 9-1-1.
9-1-1 operator- Hello? 911 what is your emergency?
Michael- My mommy! She isn’t moving, she isn’t waking up
The tearful sounds of the small child makes the operator's throat clinch and swell almost as if an invisible man was choking her. Moments after the call sirens can be heard by Michael in the distance.
Michael sits behind a desk, a blanket covers his body like a cloak, the picture of smoke pouring out his mother's mouth forever boarded into his mind. In the police station as a familiar voice rings out over the sounds of cops shuffling back and forth.
Reaper- I have the adoption paperwork right here, The child will be in my custody and will remain with me.
Reaper hands off the paper work to a file clerk and slowly bends down to come face to face with young Michael Draven.
Reaper- Everything is going to be alright. I’m here and I’m going to show you something. Beautiful.
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The immune system stands looking forward as Reaper reaches up and unscrewed the light bulb. Once the light bulb is removed it stays lit and Reaper brings it down in front of his face.
Reaper- You see this world is full of monsters, full of people that are liars, and these people are festering disease that rots this world. And now the black rainbow has been sent cleanse this virus of humanity that plagues the Earth. You don't scare us, we are not afraid, we are unlike anything you've ever seen before. At meltdown, you will become the examples, said no one can stop black rainbow from coming.
Reaper reaches down and hands the light bulb to little Zoey. Zoey's blank eyes reflect the light from the bulb and her bloody dress comes into view has she brings the light down in front of her. He begins to laugh the creepy innocent life of a child
Zoey- you're Not Afraid of the Dark, are you?
Zoey giggles and then blows the light bulb out sending everyone into Darkness
A gun shot cuts thru the darkness like thunder breaking thru the clouds and sound reaches your ears, rattling your ear drums to the point of making you nauseated and dizzy.
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Kid- Come on loser, stop hogging the mirror. It’s not like you are going to get adopted anytime soon, so I don’t know why you are even getting ready.
A larger red hair kid that couldn’t be more than ten years old stands behind a smaller long brown hair child that looks to be the same age. The redhead shoves the smaller boy out of the way to reveal his reflexion in the mirror. The small boy falls to the side after being pushed out of the way with force from the much larger boy as a group of children crowd around the bathroom in a sense of urgency and as much disorganization as one thought possible.
Red hair kid- Stay out of the way. No one wants to adopt the son of a whore and mother of a devil spawn.
With the chuckles of the other children filling the small bathroom, the small brown hair child clinches his fist while making his way to his knees. He then glares up at the large bully with rage. The freckle face red hair chunky boy meet his glare and smiles.
Red hair kid- I heard that you mom use to be a stripper. I bet you she would let me play with boobs for a buck.
Brown hair child- Shut the Fuck UP!
Red hair Kid- What the fuck did you say, faggot?
Brown hair child- I said, Shut the Fuck UP!
The smaller child stands up and confronts his bully as the to stand face to face in the bathroom surrounded in a semi-circle by the other children. The two stare at each other in silence before the larger child laughs in the face of the other.
Red hair kid- Mikey's upset. Look how tough he is, standing up for himself. I bet his mother wishes she was here to see her boy grow a set of balls. I wonder if she would have licked my.
Michael- Shut up! Shut up!
Red hair kid- Don't fucking yell in my face, you bitch!
Michael-Fuck off!
Michael reaches back and before anyone had to to make sense of what took place Michael had punched with full force the loud mouth red hair kid square in the nose. Blood begin to run down his face as his eyes begin to water. Just as rage and anger had taken over Michael’s body and he was set to rain his fist down upon his bully a older lady, Miss Daye, the orphan house headmaster, walks in with her white stocking with a running thread up the side which met the seams on her thigh length blue cotton skirt stood in the doorway of the bathroom. The children parting much like the red sea being parted by Moses. She quickly and forcefully grabs Michael by the ear and jerks him thru the sea of children, almost detaching his ear from the side of his head ensuring he would follow without any further actions. Then the creek from the closet door fills the now silent room as the door opens.
Miss Daye- Seeing how you can’t behave like all the other children, you will have to stay in timeout so you don’t ruin the chance of the other children to be adopted.
Miss Daye slams the small closed door with Michael inside. The closed couldn’t be no more the four feet wide and three feet deep. Michael body sank like a empty cloth sack being thrown to the to the floor as tears rolled down his cheeks.
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All the children are sitting around a small wooden table, finger painting their masterpieces to be displayed for wanna-be parents to look at. Michael sits by the rain cover spotted window glass and watches two little girls in their school uniforms climb into a SUV of a nice looking couple that had just adopted them. He presses on the glass as one of the girls looks back and up to see Michael’s sad face admiring the sight in the hopes of one day being in their position. The little girl showing her dislike of Michael tauntingly sticks her tongue out before getting into the car. Miss Daye shuts the door to the vehicle and lights up a smoke before turning back to the house.
Miss Daye- I hope that you all took a lesson from today and you will find yourselves being adopted as well. Now I do not want to catch any of you out of bed tonight. Brush your teeth and it is lights out in five minutes.
The children rush in and out of the bathroom, with Michael being the last one turning off the light before inching his way to his bed. The rest of the children begin to fall into a deep coma from a long day of playing and excitement. Miss Daye walks into the room and checks on the children, after finding them all laying in bed flips the light switch down turning the room from day to night. Miss Daye walks down the hall lighting up her last cigarette then placing her lighter in the desk drawer in the hallway. She then continues to her room to turn in for the night as well.
Michael opens his eyes as the sounds of snoring fills the air from all the slumbering children. Slowly like a snake he slithers out of his bed. One foot in front of the other he crept to the door that led to the hall. The door opens as a beam of light shines onto the eyes of Michael as he stares down to the hall to see Miss Daye’s room is closed. The drawer on the desk in the hall opens and exposes the contents that laid inside. A small hand reaches in to retrieve a salt after treasure, a lighter. After the small hand clinches around the lighter, the draw is slowly and carefully closed as to not make any noise.
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Flames slowly turn the white paper black as different colored paints begin to bubble and boil. The flames toss a small piece of paper up out of a trash can and gently rest on the bunched up curtain that laid on top of the cleaned and waxed floor, which was one of the worse chores in the house to do, oh how Michael hated being down on his knees with a towel waxing the floor. The fire dances around the first floor of the old wooden orphanage before making a tango up the handrail of the stairs. By this time the smoke was thick and begin to replace the oxygen with carbon monoxide. As the residents of the home rested in their bed they begin to breath in the smoke. Smoke inhalation begin to creep from one child to another as the fire begin to engulf second floor of the house. The windows blow out of the house as the roof caves into the second floor of the house. Michael stands outside the orphanage with black ash and soot covering his face. The sound of sirens began to fade into his ears and drown out the roar of the fire. Red and blue lights spin around and light up the night as fire fighters try to put out the fight. A cop places a blanket around Michael as he helps him into the back of a police car. Michael watches the house fully collapse in the distance as a grin comes across his face.
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Tears roll down Mrs. Draven’s face as the clicking sound is heard in the background. She sits on couch as an old projector snaps film thru it at the rate of One-forty-eighth of a second per second. The pull down screen displays a old home video of Teck Draven at what looks to be his birthday party. A bottle of liquor wets her lips and the liquid rushes down her throat. The crying is mixed in with laughter from the video. The red puffy eyes of Mrs. Draven stares at the film to try and remember more happier times. For now she sits watch the past collide with the present of her oldest child, now sitting in a psych ward for brutally murdering her now ex husband. Meanwhile her youngest son lays asleep in her bed just on the other side of the wall of the projector’s screen. After one more drink Mrs. Draven reaches down and grips a small shiny metal object. In her hand rest a Ruger LCR, a small six shot revolver. The metal of the gun reflex the light coming from the projector as she opens her mouth the metal tip disappears. Only being able to talk in vowels she mumbles.
Mrs. Draven- Ease.. Or.ive .E
The hammer clicks and the gun heats up before dropping to the couch cushion. A loud gunshot echoes out thru the house and neighborhood. Michael awakes, his ears ring from the loud noise. Quickly as fast as a dazed, half asleep 4 year old can move, makes his way to the living room to see his mother lying on the couch, her eyes wide open and smoke slowly pouring out of her mouth. He tries to shake her, but she lays in silence. After a few more shakes he becomes sacred and looks around the living room to locate the phone. After a year of talks with his mother he knew to call 9-1-1.
9-1-1 operator- Hello? 911 what is your emergency?
Michael- My mommy! She isn’t moving, she isn’t waking up
The tearful sounds of the small child makes the operator's throat clinch and swell almost as if an invisible man was choking her. Moments after the call sirens can be heard by Michael in the distance.
Michael sits behind a desk, a blanket covers his body like a cloak, the picture of smoke pouring out his mother's mouth forever boarded into his mind. In the police station as a familiar voice rings out over the sounds of cops shuffling back and forth.
Reaper- I have the adoption paperwork right here, The child will be in my custody and will remain with me.
Reaper hands off the paper work to a file clerk and slowly bends down to come face to face with young Michael Draven.
Reaper- Everything is going to be alright. I’m here and I’m going to show you something. Beautiful.
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The immune system stands looking forward as Reaper reaches up and unscrewed the light bulb. Once the light bulb is removed it stays lit and Reaper brings it down in front of his face.
Reaper- You see this world is full of monsters, full of people that are liars, and these people are festering disease that rots this world. And now the black rainbow has been sent cleanse this virus of humanity that plagues the Earth. You don't scare us, we are not afraid, we are unlike anything you've ever seen before. At meltdown, you will become the examples, said no one can stop black rainbow from coming.
Reaper reaches down and hands the light bulb to little Zoey. Zoey's blank eyes reflect the light from the bulb and her bloody dress comes into view has she brings the light down in front of her. He begins to laugh the creepy innocent life of a child
Zoey- you're Not Afraid of the Dark, are you?
Zoey giggles and then blows the light bulb out sending everyone into Darkness