by Kaero Davis
Repressing all rites,
A dangerous delight,
This, is hellfire night
Exit Scenario
It divides the thinkers from the doers. It activates the primal reptilian fight or flight response in our brains – and you could either go big, go loud, and go proud – or sit and pathetically shake and tremble in fear. Rattled by the uncertainty that if you just give in to the mercy of others and co-operate – they might spare you your miserable life. Glory to the doers and go getters and all those with the balls to take what they want either be force and even those who can manage to passive aggressively trick another into giving you what you want. (huh…) think of it like a full body exercise, stretching out the body physically and flexing the mind – If that’s sort of more your thing. Everybody needs a release and what better than in the way of running like a madman down the street in fear with your arms flailing above you in the air and screaming all the while, absolutely fearing for your life. Jeez, can you imagine the adrenalin you’d feel? I think it’d be better that its natural adrenalin pumping through your body as opposed to those boofheads boofing artificially created adrenalin up their arms. Wouldn’t it be more therapeutic if it were natural? – only real fear can bring that out in ya, and also, – imagine the sleep you’d have after finally calming out of that fear. Settling down – pulling yourself straight and then going for a sleep – if you had trouble resting before, you wouldn’t after that. Good way to burn some energy and get a FULL work out at that – body and mind. A release like that occasionally wouldn’t be so bad I don’t think, not all the time but one good decent one and it’ll all be roses.
Enter Scenario
“Insects. Some say they are important. Important to the earth and economy – ecology. Nothing but a pest to me. Tiniest of the tiny. Lowest of the low. But, yet – as little as they are in size – they make a rather big nuisance. They get in the way. They irritate and annoy me and they pester me – they bother me. Urgh! Disgusting little things. Well, ACTUAL insects are but then, I speak figuratively or metaphorically…I, am just, irritated and annoyed. Oh GOD, oh how I wish I could somehow evacuate myself and be elsewhere. And before it breaks through the threshold of my tolerance. People who know me, know I have a short fuse – a short temper and know that I’m not capable of putting up with too much before I go -POW! Right to the kisser of whatever motherfucker that has shit me off. Sometimes I find myself having to bite my tongue because I know if I say something and possibly end up flogging this cunt – there’ll be more consequence than when I could’ve first accounted for. I just have to be fucking patient. Fuck they get under my skin! I just know if I blow my stack I’d hit harder and with a more full-on force than me or this agitating fucker could know. It’d surprise the fuck outta both of us.
Shit, reckon I could just about kill ’em without meaning to – without putting any heart into it. I’m a big feller – and I know I have the potential to cause serious damage if I should ever intend to. Naturally I’m on my toes, on the look-out, careful with what I say and how I say it – I watch my attitude – contain my emotion best I can when I need – cause, I know if I step on an insect – I’m gonna crush it at instant.” – Metth.
Insect!
You think you’ve got it over me,
But I’ve got something you don’t see,
And I’m free for some time to waste,
Stuffing you back into your place,
A weedy little wimp like you,
Couldn’t handle the shit I’ve been through,
And it’s surprising how you’ll never see,
That you’ll never measure up to me,
You are such a useless wretch,
So unworthy of my respect,
You’re nothing but an insect,
And I could crush you in an instant,
I’ve got more to laugh at you than you can of me,
But since I’m not like that, think yourself lucky,
I’ve got a fucking awesome life and revel that I know,
But you little man I’m sorry to say, have a long way to grow,
You’re a fly’s shit of importance in my eyes,
And you’ll never better me no matter how hard you try,
Test me and you’ll soon be my meal,
You’ll be dead before you keel,
On a grander scale, you are just a spec,
Hardly worthy of any of my respect,
And I could crush you in an instant,
For you’re nothing but an insect,
Exit Scenario
“Small, tiny, miniscule, insignificant shits. They recognise when they’re in the presence of an entity. They swarm around it, mesmerized, nothing more than an inconvenience and a distraction from what is furthermore important than they are at the time. Inconveniently wasting your time that you forget what you’re really meant to be there for to do what you were meant to be at said time. You may never even reach that goal or task that moment in time. And then it’s back-track your steps and go try it over again, hopefully this time it happens. Hypothetically speaking.
Really when you think about it, you get all manners of insect’s shroud around an entity – such as an artificial light source through the dark hours. They’re mesmerised by it and flit about flying around ’til one smacks you in the side of the head. Stupid thing losing control. Sometimes I forget things that are generally smaller can be as easily threatened by us – scared of us in ways – and more so than we are of them, more than I am. But I’ve killed more actual insects than I can count out of annoyance and irritation – it just hasn’t been a someone I consider an insect yet…“ – Metth.
Enter Scenario
“I never get tired of seeing people pick fights where the odds are against them. Yeah, such stupidity can be such entertainment to watch. But when it’s directed at you it’s almost embarrassing. Laughable actually – when you know you could knock them flat in seconds. But some people will still try to bite off more than they can chew. It’s funny how they keep trying, you can’t help but laugh at the tickle every hit they land on you feels like. Again, it’s embarrassing when they try to show off like that in public. It’s amusing and like I said before; they can turn their attention to me, but I’ll only laugh harder when I know I don’t have to spend much energy up-ending them into a bin. I can’t help sounding like an arsehole but it’s fucking hilarious. Jeez, gimme a break lil dude, I swear I’ve only just sat down here to eat my pie and sausage roll in peace – and this little dude’s just come to pester me. Here’s trouble, I muttered under my breath and rolling my eyes as I was being approached. I’m sitting here thinking; ‘for the love of god don’t act like the tool you make yourself look like, you fuckin’ idiot.” I just wanna flick this little fuckers’ nose with my fingers – ugh! “Just get outta my way.” You want to shout and knock them flat on their arse – as you stand from your seat at the taxi zone and leave.” – Theine.
Iron Titan
Take a look at me little man,
Miles tall at full stand,
You’re overshadowed in my span,
You may want to rethink your plan,
’Cause I’ll never buckle under the heat,
Never succumb to defeat,
This man is born of iron,
An indestructible titan,
I could lift you sixty feet with my hand,
Try me and I’ll send you home tanned,
But just you start throwing demands,
You’ll soon see you’re damned,
So you’d better take your seat,
’Cause you’ll not handle my heat,
This man is hard as iron,
An indestructible titan,
Before you start to rave and rant,
You had better clarify little man,
That you like life above the land,
’Cause you may
just end buried under sand,
I hope this message hits you once unrepeated,
’Cause I don’t want to dismantle and leave you depleted,
But if I’ve got to, I’ll come at you as iron,
For I’m an indestructible titan
Exit Scenario
“Don’t involve me motherfucker – not when you wouldn’t last 5 minutes with me in the carpark. I don’t want to know. Leave me out of your monkey business. I’ll only make you look more like the fool you are. Jesus, I just want to say grow up sometimes, but maybe the little ones are just meant to stay little. Shit, I don’t need the extra attention. I’ve got better things to do than make someone look like an idiot. Don’t bring that stupid shit my way. Steer clear, I don’t have the time and I don’t wanna know about it. But right now, it’s lookin’ like I’m gonna have to show this fucker – but please, just let it be this one fucker, I’ve got shit to do.” - Theine
-Enter Scenario-
(It’s 03:45 a.m. and the Prime Minister is bound and gagged, tied to a chair in a darkened office room 60 floors up a skyscraper. A tall shadowy cloaked figure swiftly entered the room and shone a lamp light on the face of the Prime Minister. The light, revealing bruises and cuts on the Ministers’ face. He was drowsy from having been doped by a tranquillizer dart shot to his neck. He groaned at the brightness of the light glaring in his blackened eyes. The strange figure removed the gag from the ministers’ mouth and he coughed and spluttered.)
“P-p-please, d-don’t kill me, I’ll do anything you want,” the Prime Minister stammered fearfully.
“You’ve been a naughty boy haven’t you,” the stranger cooed.
“I-I-I-I can pay you, I’m wealthy p-please let me go,” the Prime Minister spluttered out again.
“I don’t want your filthy fucking money!” The stranger spat.
“W-Why then, why am I here?” the minister hiccoughed.
“I’m here to negotiate the terms of your new path, and if you should be suddenly compelled to deviate, then I assure you, you won’t survive my next visit…” the stranger calmly confronted.
“P-p-please, I’ll do anything,” the Prime Minister fearfully stammered again.
“Fine, I’ll let you free, here, (and the stranger released the restraints confining the Minister) just know I’ve cut the lines to communications and surveillance, so again, if you can’t ‘comply’ or remain ‘defiant’ I won’t allow you to survive the visit…” the dark figure responded more calmly.
“Who-who are you?” the Prime Minister asked.
“To my fellow brethren, the names Redbeard; to the lesser – your kind and everyone else – I am the widely feared, Kaelvrotahk L’Tzarius.”
“Y-You’re a criminal, I don’t negotiate with criminals,” the minister spat trying to show a little more courage. He’d recognized the name, and that face. This man confronting him was a well renowned dangerous mercenary, and hitman.
(Kaelvrotahk L’Tzarius bent lower to face the man in the chair. The Minister lost his courage after seeing the signs of the menacing scars on the mercenaries’ face and he fell silent.)
Then, looking the Minister in the eye’s he growled;
Judgment Waits..
You’re as spineless and evil as they come,
Your rottened insides must be numb,
Masquerading around fooling folk stunned,
Know one day you’ll come undone
Don’t you ever think you’re above the law,
No hate for the public will ever match yours,
But something has your heart within its jaws,
And I see you twitch as it gnaws,
Violent ways meet violent ends,
And blackened souls will descend,
You’ve outraged thousands and must amend,
Or else I’ll return just to take your head
I can see you’ve lost your faith,
Surrounded yourself with absurd distastes,
But you already know God won’t hesitate,
To determine the judgment of your fate,
The universal energy is rippling mad,
That you’ve hurt thousands mighty bad,
Hope you’ve enjoyed your sadistic fad,
Your purgatory awaits yet to be had,
No one man can turn back time,
But you had better change your mind.
Cause either way you’re going to find,
You’ll soon leave it all behind…
Exit Scenario
(The Prime Minister was stunned, shocked. He stared fearfully at the mercenaries face unblinkingly and then finally broke the silence after Kaelvrotahk finished his ode.)
“Are-are you threatening me?” he stammered.
“No, I’m making a fucking promise you idiot!” Kaelvrotahk growled.
“Y-you wouldn’t dare!”
“So you think my words are fucking empty do you?”
“I-I’m the Prime Minister of Australia, there will be serious repercussions against your actions sir,”
“You think I’m kidding… here’s some fucking proof for you to think otherwise…” (And the mercenary reached into his travelling cloak to pull out something silver, something shiny).
“Stop, wait, what are you doing?!?!?” the Prime Minister shouted, and Kaelvrotahk flicked open the switch-blade knife, grabbed the Ministers’ arm still resting taught to the arm of the chair, and hacked off the thumb, index and middle finger of the Ministers’ right hand. He howled in excruciating pain and the mercenary pocketed his fingers.
“Now, I could show you mercy Minister, and boof you up a good full dose of morphine IF you decide and promise me you’ll conform, or I’ll take the other two right now and leave you here in pain to be found by the next crew who arrive in just a few hours’ time.”
“Please, please, no – I yield – I’ll take the morphine –please…”the Minister sobbed and coughed and spluttered.
“All right, then we have an accord, here – (and Kaelvrotahk withdrew a single syringe already set with his promised mix of morphine from another pocket – flicked the cap off of the end and then jabbed the Minister up his arm with it) – there, I’m a reasonable man Minister, but heed my word well…If, IF I have to come back for another visit, I’ll be taking more than your fingers, mark my words, I’ll be taking those precious family jewels dangling between your skinny fairy legs – you hear me?!?”
“Y-Yes, yes sir,” the scared maggot of a man whimpered.
“Good, now, you should already start to feel that pain relief circulating around in your system by now – should be enough to get you through until that morning crew arrive …”
“WHAT? You’re gonna leave me here?” the Minister asked,
“You deserve a lot fucking less – think yourself lucky!”
(And then the scar-faced mercenary left as swiftly as he’d arrived into the night, leaving the Prime Minister to his lonesome to contemplate his new ‘change-of-heart.’)
Enter Scenario
“There’s nothing I can’t fucking stand worse, than heading out somewhere and been given nothing but foul and putrid looks and expressions, on different peoples’ faces as I enter in on their presence, whether it be at the local botanic gardens, the watering hole, shopping centres, or anywhere else that is generally largely populated by folk coming and going in crowds. I never provoke this, but it drives me fucking nuts regardless.
Do I fucking smell bad? Doubt it, I shower regularly and hold my hygiene in high regard. Have I done anything dangerous, revolting, abhorrent or unacceptable? I rarely leave the comfort of my home but when I’m out and about, I generally have a smile on my face and a spring in my step. But why then, would these daft fucking idiots seem to want to scowl at me and wrongfully judge me before they even know me?
Apologies, I said
that in frustration. For all they know, I could’ve prevented their daughters from being raped at a social gathering I just happened to pass by, or I could’ve run full pelt into a burning building to rescue someone’s beloved family member or pet that never made it out, or, even still, prevented theft from a supermarket by unruly teens.
I could be a real God-send but instead some of these stupid assumption makers wouldn’t even give me the time of day. I’m not a sickened, twisted pervert, I’m nowhere fucking near close to being a fucking paedophile, and I’m not particularly violent (unless of course I’ve been provoked – and let’s face it, it takes a LONG time to get me riled up), I’m not poisonous, I don’t mislead, and I don’t lie nor cheat.
But why? Why still, do I have to face these cold hearted fucker’s who only want to treat me like the scum they appear to think that I am? I’m polite, I’m generous, kind and compassionate…it’s got me fucked. Do they want me to be an arsehole? I could be a down right cunt if that’s what they want to see, but they wouldn’t handle it any easier. I get vicious. But -
That’s completely against my nature. Are they really so sure they can handle me being a real dirty cunt? Doubt it, but if they wanted I’d give it to ’em, all they gotta do is ask, God help the next poor fucker that receives the devastating blow of my iron fist. Fucking Sheeple.
They all get one stupid idea in their head and they all run with it in a pack. I can assure I don’t need anyone fighting my battles for me, once I get a good argument up myself, I back it well, even if I am alone – I can hold my own. Ignorant, arrogant fucking sheeple. Wolves like me will eventually get you, just change your tune if you cross my path on your own cause I’m a force you won’t outrun, I’m a force you won’t survive.