Post by The Executioner on Feb 27, 2018 16:05:06 GMT -5
"Ash to Ash..." vs. Johnny Vachon By The Executioner1491 WORDS
FEBRUARY 24 TH, 2018
UNKNOWN LOCATION
3:18 AM
“Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along.”
The world stands still. The Executioner alone within a long room, a single table sits in the center. In the center of the table a chess board. Black and white pieces scattered around the board. Next to the board sits an oil lamp.
“For the past month, we have sat across one another, playing games, mind games. You look at me as the enemy, trying to figure out my next move, thinking you know them, when in fact you couldn’t be further from the truth.”
Topping up the oil, the flame burns just that little bit brighter. He sits at a table, a board in front of him.
“You see our game is finally reaching a head, you have been playing well Johnny, but you have been playing wrong. You are stuck playing checkers on a chessboard. You are predictable, adolescent. You, Johnny, are already defeated. But do not take your defeat lightly you fought hard against everything, despite playing the wrong game.”
Picking up a pawn, he holds it in his hand. He is its master.
“The pawn.”
Placing it back down a square in front of where he picked it up from, the pawn is now in danger.
“You my friend, are not only my opponent but my pawn. Moving you slowly into position, where I need you to be. I needed you to be angry, frustrated, confused. I needed you to blame all of your friends, shun them, regret assisting them, for it was only once you have finally pushed them away I knew I would get you alone. One on one.”
Again picking it up for observation.
“The knight.”
He again places the piece back down in a position where it is in direct danger.
“The Knight, however, was every single person I have impersonated, causing you to attack them, a distraction for the ages. Letting you think you're conquering your enemy when in fact it is a decoy, to draw your strength into one location only to attack from another. ”
Having already picked it up mid-sentence, he shows the final piece.
“The King.”
Placing it down again firmly.
“The most important piece upon the table. The beginning and the end game, for you, can conquer and could fall. You see to win this game you need to know how to use your king, the strength of the board. One of two pieces that can do whatever they want. You see you, and I are alike, yet different. You see you have thought up to this point that you were my enemy, my opponent, when in fact you are my King. The piece in which I used to lure my true opponents in for, the bait, for then I can swoop down and finish it all. You see yourself on the wrong side of the war that we in Salvation have waged. You are not the enemy but our winning piece, our King, for even though I will sacrifice you to the Kingdom of Salvation, that very sacrifice will strengthen us, will allow us to complete our goal, will allow us to free the world from the shackles that society has placed upon them. And like everyone else Johnny… you will be free. I will free you, one chain at a time.”
Fade to black.
~TO BE CONTINUE~
MARCH 2ND, 2018
UNKNOWN LOCATION
3:23 AM
“Ash to Ash, dust to dust, for we all come from dust, and to the dust, we will return.”
A hooded figure makes his way through the forest, the trees around him shaking through the cool breeze. The wind was whistling through the trees, the cold stone crunching beneath his feet. The man approaches a marble building, the front door sealed, a symbol etched on the front door. As he approaches, he pulls a dagger from beneath his robe, placing it in his free hand and squeezing. The blade begins to puncture his flesh, blood rushes out of the cut and runs down his arm. The warm liquid drips to the frozen ground at his feet. He opens his hand, removing the blade, his hand now crimson. He places it upon the marble door; the blood fills the etchings and gears begin to shift.
A blood sacrifice to enter the tomb. The stone door slowly cracks, shaking from the doorway and sliding out of the way. The air from the outside fills the formerly sealed tomb; a bellow comes from within as it finally reaches the bowels of the tomb. The Executioner advances within the building, his boots crunching over the gravel floor.
“Johnny Vachon...at the Crown of the King Cobra we will see the conclusion to this little game we have been playing. Each week I have taught something new. I have sent messages, lessons through an action for they are what will truly be remembered. At L!ghts Out #18 I attacked you at your weakest when you were comfortable, L!ghts Out 19 saw me attack you at your strongest, as you laid in the center of the ring, where you feel at home, ready for a fight.”
He begins to move deeper within the tomb, the walls smooth, as he made his way down the steps into the bowels. As he goes, the torches on the wall begin to light, the flames illuminating the way as he finally reaches the center. A circular room, around it, are pillars, etched upon them, the image of each man and women that was sacrificed by the Salvation.
He makes his way over to the very first pillar, upon it etched the image of the very first sacrifice...Drew Stevenson. His face seemed to be in perfect detail, sitting in front of the pillar was a marble stand, a golden bowl laying perfectly on top. Within the bowl was dust and ash, the sacrifice given to the true lords of Salvation.
“You see I do not just execute the wishes of Nemesis, I fulfill our needs, with each sacrifice, we grow stronger, smarter, more dominant. With each passing day our vision becomes clearer, our kingdom grows. You see this ash that fills this bowl is not the punishment, but the gift. We do not come to Union Battleground to watch the world burn, but to save it from itself. You see Johnny, I’m not your enemy, I am your savior. As we have saved Drew Stevenson, Kreature, and others before you. The ash in this bowl resembles the chains of which we have lifted. With each grain of dust, another link is busted until finally, you are free.”
The Executioner slowly makes his way over to Drew Stevenson’s bowl below his image carved into the stone were the words, “From Legend to a Sacrifice, Drew Stevenson...the first of many.” The executioner extends his hand out from beneath the robe, with his right hand he scoops the dust out of the bowl and takes it to the center of the tomb. In the center lays a large plate, golden in color, he places the ash onto the plate. Smoothing it around the bottom.
“So I ask you, Johnny, what is next, at Crown of the King Cobra I will finally set you free. I will allow you to finally live your life free of rules and stipulations, free from the binding of which you are being held by. You believe that you are playing this game we call life with your own rules, but you have barely scratched the surface. You think the reason that we have chosen you is that you chose to stand alongside Dick Devereux and Kuk Killswitch, but you remain blind to the truth. Why your name has been etched onto my list, why you are just the next of many names and faces that will join this hall.”
He makes his way over to the wall and pulls down a torch. He looks around the room then places the flame onto the ash, slowly it begins to burn. The orange color turns yellow then green. Within the flame, Johnny Vachon’s face remains. The Executioner looks deep into the flames.
“Johnny...you will enter this hall, not because of another, but because of yourself. You are close, so close to seeing why we do, what we do, standing upon the edge between societies standards and our natural instinct. Standing in between the what is and what will be. Together you and I can make a difference, Johnny we can change the world. A change that we have already set in motion. So when Crown of the King Cobra closes you will have made your choice, bow at the feet of the Kingdom of Salvation, or become apart of the mortar as we continue to build this kingdom brick by brick.”
The fire casts a shadow behind the Executioner, the shadow cast is not of his shape, but what seems to be wings. The shadow casts upon the stone wall, his arms extended out wide.
