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| Gallagher | Oct 18 2016, 09:30 PM Post #1 |
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The rumble of a motorcycle comes to a soft purr as it stops at an abandoned building. The scenery is barren as yellow caution tape is draped over the front entrance. Parking spots are now sprouting weeds, the once smooth blacktop finish, has cracked. Years ago, this place was the most hopping place around. Business was good and plentiful, until the one day that stopped business for good. Ironclad sits on his bike taking in the scenery. Ironclad: So many memories, so much time spent inside this building conducting business. That was the life. This was called the biker hub, different groups would use this bar as a headquarters. First the Hangmen had control, until they lost it to the Iron Horseman. The Iron Horseman had control until the Hessians eliminated the Horseman. But the Hessians were no match for us. Just like Angel and Dante are no match for me. They have no idea on what a true Triple Threat is. This man slowly steps off his bike, and engages the kickstand to keep the bike in place. He walks past the death and decay of the scenery and moves to the front entrance. Looking around and making sure noone is watching, Ironclad kicks open the door and walks in. Taking a look around, Ironclad scans what used to be his playground. He walks slowly towards the bar and sits at the end. Ironclad: This is where I had my first drink, Jack Daniels, in fact I witnessed things from this seat that would make most people cry. Ironclad pauses and points to the pool table area Ironclad: Over there, that's where the Hessians use to gather. In fact this was their turf for a while, well until we came along. After that, one by one they would just……….vanish. I made many people vanish over the years….and I'm in a mood to make a couple more vanish right now. Nothing personal to Angel and Dante, it's just business, and no one can conduct business like I can. Something grabs his eye, and he stands up and walks over to the area to where the pool tables are located. He is looking at a deep gash in the wall. Ironclad raises his right hand and runs his fingers over the gash. Ironclad: This is where Drew died….. He runs his hands slowly over the gash in the wall as the memory plays over and over in his head. Was it his fault? Could he have done something different? Drew was in the wrong place, at the wrong time….and on the wrong side. The blade piercing through flesh as blood oozed out like water from a faucet. The looks of fear in Drew’s eyes, as he met his. Ironclad: Fear is a bitch, but that is what drives me. I believe in fear. The look in the other person’s eyes as they lock onto mine. What do you think is running through the minds of Dante and Angel right about now? They are going to be locking eyes with a man that shows no fear and no remorse. Angel claims he's GOD, but I am the Devil. Remember the Devil’s greatest trick is to persuade you that he doesn't exist, but he does and I am him. How ironic that the other slab of meat is called the “Avenging Angel” Dante. Dante is living in a false reality, thinking he can beat me. I would rather be a devil in alliance with truth, than an Angel in alliance with falsehood. The truth is Dante, I will swat you out of the air, and make you a permanent fixture of that canvas. How fitting, that finally, the Devil will defeat a self professed GOD and an Avenging Angel at the same time. They will feel pain like they never have felt before. I will hold Angel down and pluck the wings off of his back while he squirms in pain. Granted, I’m sure these guys are good athletes, but I am looking for a fight. Athletes cannot stand toe to toe with Walking Death. They will give it their all, but it won't be enough. I fight to win, and my will is stronger than theirs. When it is all said and done, they will be left in a pool of blood, like Drew was. The only difference is that, they will heal…...eventually. I will kill their careers…..like I killed my own brother Drew. Ironclad takes a step back and punches a hole in the wall. The gash has vanished, all that remains is a dark, empty hole. Ironclad: I will see you soon boys….Welcome to the Devil's playground. Ironclad walks out of the decaying building, hops on his bike and races off. |
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