Descent into Darkness Part 2

There was a darkness growing inside of me.


All the pain, hate, and anger had already consumed me.


The hunger I felt deep down could only be satisfied with one
thing, revenge.





But this revenge had to wait, I had to be patient. I had to wait for things to fall into place. I had my chance a few weeks ago during the
End Game. Somehow I just fell short of
the target….but it is no matter, I will get my revenge.





Meanwhile, I have to play Devil’s Advocate until I can
strike.





It won’t be long
until I will have my vengeance. Brenton
Cyrus doesn’t even know what’s coming. I’m
sure he’ll be expecting it at every twist and turn, but what I have planned….he’ll
never recover from it.

























The camera cues in on Johnny Stylez exiting a limo parked in
front of a church. He takes his
sunglasses off and looks to the driver holding the door for him.





Stylez:
If I’m not back in 20, call the cops.








The driver smirks and nods in understanding. Stylez walks up the steps to the church and
hesitates before pushing the door open.








Stylez:
Skully, I hope you haven’t went too far this time.








Stylez takes a deep breath and pushes the door open.


The camera pans over his shoulder to look inside of the
church. There are some pews overturned,
some candle stands toppled over. And at
the front of the church is kneeling Crimson Skull before the pulpit.








Stylez:
Christ…he’s done a number on the place.











Stylez closes the door behind him and starts walking towards
Skull.








Stylez:
When you called and said that you had done something very bad, I really
didn’t imagine it just being some extreme makeover shit. What’s the deal Skully?








Skull is muttering something over and over under his
breath. Stylez is nearing the first pew
and within yards of Skull. Stylez begins
to reach out to Skull, but something catches his eye.





Lying across the first pew is a priest, whose gown is soaked
in blood.








Stylez:
Oh, shit. What the fuck did you
do, Skull?








Stylez hurries over to where the priest lies, but
immediately flinches and turns away. He retches
a few times, trying not to vomit. After composing
himself he turns back to the priest. The
camera pans over and shows the priest to be a beaten and battered bloody
mess. But the worst part of all the
damage, is the fact that his eye sockets have been crushed. The priest is barely breathing.








Stylez:
Fuck man! What the….Why did you
do this? Skull? Did you do this? SKULL!








Stylez rushes over to Skull and shakes him a few times to
get his attention. Skull turns to look
at Stylez and his face is expressionless.
Skull’s eyes are opened wide, but his features are just void of all
emotion. Stylez looks in Skull’s hands
and sees that he is holding rosary beeds that are dripping blood. But on Skull’s hands is the grotesque
detail.


Skull’s thumbs are covered in blood up to the knuckles. Stylez can only imagine what it would have
been to witness Skull crush this priest’s eye sockets with his thumbs. He shudders and pushes the thought to the
back of his mind.








Stylez:
Skull, you’re going to have to snap out of this man. When I said I’d help you I didn’t mean
covering up for you trying to kill a priest!
Fuck! What the hell are we going
to do? Ok…I can call the cops, say that
we were just stopping in to make a confessional on our way to the next show…No,
you’re covered in blood. What the
hell..








The camera turns away from Stylez rambling. It pans over to Skull who is still just
staring blankly at the priest.


As Stylez is pacing back in forth trying to form a game
plan, he’s lost all attention on Skull.
Skull slowly stands up and walks over to the priest. Skull lays the rosary beads on the priests
chest and folds his hands on top of them. Skull looks up and sees Lucifer
sitting directly behind the priest.











Lucifer:
Don’t worry kid. He’s still
alive. You’re friend will think of
something in a minute. Well, when I decide
to whisper the idea to him that is. You won’t
even be thought of or traced back to this place once we leave. But you did what you had to do.





Skull: He
didn’t deserve this.





Lucifer:
Sure he did. He was a disgrace to
the parish. Hookers, drugs….he wasn’t
your average priest. Love the sinner,
hate the sin…whatever. Anyways, how do
you feel right now?





Skull: I
don’t feel anything….I feel empty.





Lucifer:
FUCK!








Skull jolts startled.
He looks at Lucifer who is looking off in the distance pondering.








Lucifer:
I thought for sure that would do the trick. Maybe you need more time. But of course it didn’t work because your
pussy ass was over there crying and praying for this damned priest. I should have known….come on, we gotta
go.





Skull: I
don’t understand.








Lucifer:
Don’t understand what? Let’s get
the fuck out of here and get a move on it.
I’ve got shit to do.








Skull:
What was this supposed to accomplish?
What am I supposed to be feeling?
Why are you making me do this?








Lucifer sighs and shakes his head in disappointment.








Lucifer:
You better be glad I love you, kid.
Because you really test my patience.
Ok, so you’re all angry and shit about your wife dying, right? You want to do something about it,
right? Well here’s the deal….Your wife’s
soul is gonna cost ya pal. I can bring
her back, but you gotta do some work for me to get there. So until then, the least questions you ask,
the better. Also, you want to get revenge,
right? Well, who the hell else is better
than me for a coach on that? Huh? So, do you understand now?








Skull: Yes…but,
how much longer?








Lucifer:
Patience young padawan. We’ve got
some ways to go, but first we need to get out of here. Comprende?
You’ve done me a few favors so I guess I can let you have one in return,
and you’re really itching to be able to pay that Brenton Cyrus kid back,
right? So lets GET THE FUCK
GOING!








Skull nods and turns back to Stylez, just as the light bulb
goes off in Stylez’s brain.








Stylez:
Who were you talking to?
Yourself? Anyways, I’ve got
it. You need to get out of here, but
first I want you to hit me as hard as you fucking can. I already told my driver if I wasn’t back in
20 minutes to call the police. He’s got
5 more to go before that happens. Now,
if you can hit me in the sweet spot and knock my ass out, prop me up in the
confessional over there. The cops will
wake me up and I’ll tell them that we got mugged. How’s that sound?








Skull nods in agreement then hauls off and decks Johnny
Stylez.


Stylez throws his hands up a fraction of a second before
Skull hits him, to tell Skull he isn’t ready, but it’s too late. Stylez spins around and hits the floor. Skull drags Stylez over to the confessional
and props him up inside.








Skull: You’re
a true friend, Johnny Stylez.








Skull takes Stylez’s money and jewelry with him to further
the truth of the story and leaves the building.





























Skull: In
my first attempt in the ring against Brenton Cyrus, I was unsuccessful. But if there’s anything about my career that
rings any truer. It’s the fact that I may
lose more than my far share of the battles.
But in the end, it is I who always wins the ultimate war.


That’s why this match is important to me. To qualify for a chance to be the number one
contender for the title. Which means
getting a one on one shot against Brenton Cyrus.





Oh, sure you’ve got other opponents between now and then,
but believe me. I will ensure that you
retain that title. Because I want to see
the expression on your face when this has been takes that title from you.


You see, taking your title is only going to be the
start. Because what I plan on doing to
you Brenton, is completely demoralizing you and destroying everything in your
life that you cherish.





For weeks now you’ve completely avoided the fact of answering
the question on everyone’s mind. Did you
really send a driver to cause me to have that fateful accident that day? The answer is showing more and more each day
that you avert answering it.


But the two most important people that should be asking you
that question every day is your family Brenton.
I’m sure you’ve fed them full of whatever lies and treachery that you
fed Alison in order to make her fall in love with you, but that’s her own fault
for being daft enough to let it happen.


She will soon learn that her role in all of this is perhaps
the most important one. Because she’s
what comes secondary in your life, isn’t she?
Because the entire world knows that the most important thing to you is
having that title.


You just have to have something to feed that ego, to quench
that narcissistic hunger you always have.
You have to feel like you’re better than the rest to keep yourself from
giving in to your self consciousness. But
Alison comes second to all of that, and she knows it. She has her own flaws just the same as
you. Both of you are pathetic creatures
just leeching off of each other just to keep alive. You torture yourselves by staying together for
what you say is love, but others know it as you stay because of necessity. Necessity to know that you’re not alone. Even though you feel as if you’re alone each
and every day.








But enough of me feeding both of your egos for the time
being. Now, I must move on to my
opponents this week.








I’ve had challenging matches before in my career, and I’ve
had matches that seemed as though they were cake walks. This match is going to be something that I doubt
I’ll even break a sweat in, besides Johnny Stylez that is. But John and myself have a plan in mind
already set for this match. Because with
the rest of these nobodies in this match, even if they teamed up against John
and myself, they still wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell.


Aaron O’Shea has already been one to feel my wrath, and he’s
still recuperating from that. Dan
Alexander, is a joke of a professional wrestler. The others I’ve never even heard about.





Normally, I would put forth more of an effort and more focus
on my opponents, but I seem to be stressed for time as of late. But it is no matter, I will barely have to
lift a finger to make it through this match.



Brenton, count your days of happiness….because they are
coming to an end. This is just the first
step on my path to you. In a few short
months, you’ll find yourself locked away facing against Death himself. And there will be no escape.