Scene: The camera comes on to a chill April’s day in New York between Seventh and Eighth Avenues on Sixth Street. Leafless trees stand nearby lining the street. A few cars also sit upon the two lane street lining it…Around the camera tall buildings of concrete stretch high into the blue sky dotted with white clouds…The buildings cast their dark cold shadows upon the few people walking along the sidewalk. The camera begins to focus in on one building in particular…a brown stoned one of health and healing…
The New York Methodist Hospital…A place of healing for all. The rich the poor doesn’t matter to those inside. Anyone that can make it to them is entitled to the best they can offer. Even those that deserve no help for the sins they have performed in life have wandered here for a helping hand…And such is the case on this day as the camera picks up on a rather large individual making his way down the sidewalk. Seven-feet four-inches, black, bald, and powerful he’s recognized right away as Vigilance. Past member of the M.o.A, four time WCIWA World Television Champion…he’s had his time in the sun and faded away to position of less glory…Today he moves down the sidewalk and stops before the Methodist Hospital…He takes a second to look up it’s entire height and then begins to move in through the front doors…
The scene switches to inside just as Vig walks through the pair of double glass doors. He looks over to the receptionist desk, and starts to make his way to it, but not before a voice from off to his left stops him…
Voice: “Vigilance.”
Vig stops and turns towards the voice. Near the elevators before a pair of open doors stands the Angel of Extreme…A sorrowful expression upon his face his body hangs limp upon his frame…He looks across the distance at Vig and gestures with his head towards the elevator…
Angel of Extreme: “He’s up this way…he’s been waiting. Something he can’t afford to do.”
Vig starts over towards the elevator and stops in front of Mass Carnage to stare down at him…
Vig: “And how is that my fault?”
Vig steps into the elevator…a moment of rage flashes over MC’s face before he too turns and enters the elevator. The door slides shut and the scene switches to inside the elevator. Vig stands back along the wall. MC stands by the control panel. Both in silence until…
Angel of Extreme: “I don’t even know what you’re doing here. You’re not one of us anymore…you don’t deserve to be here.”
Vig continues to look straight ahead of him…
Vig: “Don’t deserve to be here? You just don’t know do you? Don’t deserve to have my last words with him? You really have no clue.”
The rest of the elevator ride goes in silence, and then the ding as it reaches it’s designated floor, and the doors open…MC moves out the door first and starts down a sanitized hallway…The light from above shines off the linoleum floors. Vig soon begins to follow behind MC…
They move about halfway down the hallway past a few in patients riding wheelchairs and turn left down another hallway. MC seems to drag his feet as he turns down the hallway…The pair move down three doors and MC suddenly stops…He turns toward his right, to a closed door, reaches out his hand and slowly turns the knob…
The scene switches to inside the hospital room as the door starts to open, and MC peeks his head around the corner. The camera follows his gaze to the hospital bed sit up beside a window, and to the patient upon it. A patient that has given his body for the sport, given his body for the M.o.A. Torn, worn, and beaten the figure lay’s upon the bed. His eye’s closed upon a scarred face, his hands folded over a scarred chest he breathes still shallowly…Slowly MC moves into the room and waits for Vig to enter behind him before he quietly shuts the door…
Vig looks around the room and then to the figure on the bed. He steps away from the door over to the bed. He stands over the bed looking down upon the figure for a few minutes, and then finally speaks…
Vig: “Oh wake your white ass up.”
Flesh’s green eye’s shoot open and he shoots them over towards Vig…He looks up at Vig and a small smile comes over his face…
Flesh: “Oh thought that was you…I smelled you coming down the hall.”
Vig returns with a smile of his own…
Vig: “Funny ya little shit. So I came…bet you didn’t expect that?”
Flesh: “Why would I? Last I checked we were on opposite sides of the playing field.”
Vig: “Yeah we are…so then why am I here William?”
Flesh rolls his eyes and let’s out a sigh…
Flesh: “Because it’s over man…it’s over…No one cares what I do right now. He writes it off as insanity. Others write it off as betrayal…I write it off as not caring anymore.”
Vig: “Gotcha…So then here I am…there you are. I came I fulfilled my favor to you. Now unless you have something to say to me?…”
Flesh closes his eyes and sighs again…
Flesh: “Yeah as a matter of fact I do…for a time Marc you were really my friend. For a time you really cared about what happened to this little white boy. You were my friend, and um I betrayed that friendship…I’m…um…I’m sorry for that. That’s all really I wanted to say.”
Vig cocks his head to one side and then finally nods…
Vig: “I guess that was suppose to be an apology huh? Well okay Flesh I accept I guess…don’t know why you should care now…”
Flesh snaps his head over to Vig…
Flesh: “Because of everyone that I have ever come across in life you are one I truly did wrong…You were my friend dammit and I wronged you. And I need you to forgive me.”
Vig steps back away from the bed and turns for the door…He reaches the door and begins to turn the knob. As the door opens he pauses and still facing the door…
Vig: “Yeah Flesh we’re friends…we’re friend’s bro.”
Vig steps through the door, and closes it quietly behind him…The camera moves back over to Flesh…a smile on his face, he turns his attention back towards MC…
Flesh: “Well that went rather well dontcha think?”
MC who had been quiet so far off in the corner finally steps away from the background…
Angel of Extreme: “I don’t understand…Who is he to deserve your attention?”
Flesh: “My truest friend. He of all people really cared for me…and not like Collins and Crew did…he cared for me as a friend cares for someone. He would have stood beside me to the very end, but I wronged him…”
Angel of Extreme: “How can you say that? I’m your friend…”
Flesh: “No you’re my student. There is a difference. You behold me in a different light then did Vig…Doesn’t matter now. It’s an old story that’s about to be forgotten.”
Angel of Extreme: “And I’m supposed to let that story die?”
Flesh: “No, and Yes. I’m over and done with. The King has fallen. Now the Angel rises.”
Angel of Extreme: “And let Merrix get away with this?”
Flesh: “Merrix COUGH COUGH!!!”
Flesh coughs violently, a peice of flem shoots into the air. It flies down and Flesh can not even move away from it. A look of humility comes across his face. From beside him on a tray The Angel grabs a rag and cleans his face. The look of humility increases as the student must care for the teacher as if it where a hapless child.
Flesh: “Merrix is left to your courts and your followers. You are my Angel. My Angel of Extreme. That is what you are to do. Should you fade away from the genre you now rule, he wins, and I die again.”
The look of sorrow and pity turns into a look of rage and hate.
Angel of Extreme: “I refuse to let that happen.”
Flesh: “Just as I have made my crown, in my home no one held that crown as long as I. Now in your home you must begin your own crown. You are the Angel, the ruler. Never let your crown out of your sight.”
MC opens his mouth to speak again, but as he does the door starts to open…MC turns his attention to the door to watch that infamous dark figure step into the room…His navy blue framed Oakley’s hiding his eyes from the world, his long wavy dark hair hanging down around his thin face, a black leather trench coat hides the rest of his tall slender body…He moves into the room, and looks across the room to Flesh on the bed…MC begins to speak…
Angel of Extreme: “Styx I…”
Styx rises a finger towards MC, and MC is quieted…
Styx: “Leave us…now.”
MC looks one more time at Flesh and then begins to walk from the room. He pauses beside Styx for a second and looks at him. Styx slowly turns his head towards MC, and looks over to the door. MC continues on to and through the door closing it behind him…
Styx stands there for a second more and then begins to move over towards Flesh…
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Styx: “So have you fallen yet? Is this the end now? Can I stop morning your fall? Or must I sit through more of it?”
Flesh turns his head towards Styx’s figure…his eye’s as they were all those years ago…
Flesh: “I’m a stubborn little shit…Not quiet finished yet.”
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Styx: “The more things change the more they stay the same. You did your last job for me well. He’s gone now…I doubt we’ll hear his name or see his form again. I release you from your contract…I let you rest now.”
Styx begins to turn from Flesh and head towards the door…
Flesh: “Oh…oh well that’s nice, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m not finished with you. Say it…say the words.”
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Styx pauses and slowly turns back around to Flesh…
Styx: “As always my darkest Angel doesn’t stop…Doesn’t give up his fight because what he says…happens. The words…out of all I have ever allowed to live under my name you probably do deserve those words.”
Flesh: “Probably…I am fucking dying for you. Probably happened long ago…I need…”
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Flesh pauses there as he goes into a spurt of coughs…Styx moves forward towards Flesh and places a gloved hand before Flesh’s eyes…Between the finger tips of Styx is an object…Too small to recognize…
Styx: “This is love…a love that I could only have…only have for a…”
Flesh: “Please…you are the way of the Future…you are my father.”
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Styx brings his hand away from Flesh and with his other takes his Oakley’s from his face. He squints at the sun coming through the window and looks down to Flesh…His eye’s are bloodshot and dark…They haven’t been seen by the world in such a long time. The last time any saw these eyes they were full of hatred and despise, and now for the first time in his very hateful life they are filled with compassion…
Styx: “Son…A love I could only show for a son. May you rest forever. You have deserved it. You have served me greater then any before or after you…My King, My Angel, My Prince…My son…”
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Styx places his Oakley’s upon Flesh’s face, a face with a look of pure content and happiness for the first time in his short life. Styx then reaches into his jacket pocket…He pauses and turns back to the camera…
Styx: “And now you too must leave.”
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Quickly the camera begins to exit the room and as it shuts the door behind it. The camera still on waits on the other side…From the outside it hears muffled sounds…
Flesh: “Father I love you…”
!BLAM!
0:0:00
Camera fades to black…
EPILOGUE
Scene: A new camera comes on inside a smoke filled office. Paperwork is stacked in great heaps upon a desk. Wads of crumpled up paper flow out of the waste basket by the desk. Two men sit at a table away from the desk with a monitor on it…They flip through note books and convers with one another…One is Detective Frank Ragland…a cop who’s been on the beat for a long and has seen it all. One of New York’s finest. The man sitting across from him is his partner of 20 years Detective Jason Miles…Their trust in each other have kept them alive this long, and will continue to do so…
On the monitor currently is a frozen frame from the little meeting between Styx and Flesh…Styx’s face is frozen on the screen…
Detective Frank Ragland: “So who do we have any suspects?”
The other detective Jason gives Frank a sarcastic smile…
Detective Jason Miles: “Who isn’t a suspect should be the question…One Shawn Twilight. Riley once dug up Mr. Twilight’s mothers grave…One Marcus Mercer. Again a case of William Riley tampering with a grave. A few outraged activist groups out there…hell Frank the damn list goes on and on.”
Detective Frank Ragland: “What about this Styx fellow? By the way do we have a name on him?”
Detective Jason Miles: “Yeah just Styx…um well all evidence does point to him…The gunshot coming from the room. The bullet extracted from Mr. Riley’s head had the word “King of Extreme” engraved upon it…Still we have no witness other then sound. We never saw Styx shoot Riley, and no one has come out against Styx. We questioned these Masters of Armageddon that Riley was a part of and got zelch…”
Frank Ragland pounds his fist down on the table and sighs…He lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag…Miles snatches the butt away from Ragland’s lips and puts it out…
Detective Jason Miles: “That shit will kill you…you know that. Yeah I know it’s a confusing thing. We brought Styx in for questioning. He came in peacefully and gave his statement…When asked what happened in that room after the door was closed Styx answered “I gave my Darkest Angel my love.” When asked what his love is he didn’t respond.”
Detective Frank Ragland: “Finger prints?”
Detective Jason Miles: “Of course…on the glasses…and that’s about it…The bullet was clean, and the big thing is…No gun anywhere…we don’t really have a case Frank.”
Detective Frank Ragland: “That’s bullshit! That sonuvabitch killed Riley. I know it you know it…”
Detective Jason Miles: “Yeah we know it Frank, but um we can’t prove it…The last words from Riley we have is “Father I love you.” It didn’t sound as if he was being threatened…We got nothing Frank. All we can do is sit back and wait to see if Styx messes up…he’ll have to sooner or later.”
Frank reaches over flicks the screen and then turns the monitor off…
Detective Frank Ragland: “Ok then Jason…we wait.”
The scene fades to black
William Riley
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Scene: The camera comes on to a chill April’s day in New York between Seventh and Eighth Avenues on Sixth Street. Leafless trees stand nearby lining the street. A few cars also sit upon the two lane street lining it…Around the camera tall buildings of concrete stretch high into the blue sky dotted with white clouds…The buildings cast their dark cold shadows upon the few people walking along the sidewalk. The camera begins to focus in on one building in particular…a brown stoned one of health and healing…
