Outside. It’s still early in the morning; daybreak. The sky looks lit aflame as the sun rises. You can almost see the path it blazes into the twilight as our star converts night to morning. A solitary figure skulks between dusk and dawn, the mystery of his or her identity concealed behind the fabric of a black cloak.
Pedestrian
”Morning.”
A simple passerby addresses the cloaked individual. The figure slightly bows it’s head acknowledging the greeting as he continues a brisk stride onward through town. The early riser turns and bellows something at the traveler.
Pedestrian
”PLACEBO BE WITH YOU!”
In the distance you can see the Cathedral to the Omega Sin. His building stands surrounded by many others of lesser stature. Now that it can be seen from a distance a discerning eye can ascertain a difference between two forms of architecture within its construction. One form, the distinct style of the roaring twenties gives the lower half of the building a feeling of a theater from that era. Atop its theater marquee is the Greek symbol for Omega. The marquee itself reads nothing as the Doctor has gone into seclusion following the death of Prophet Cosmos. The top half of the building, apparently recently constructed, flows from Placebo’s fondness of architecture of the European renaissance. His love of the theater, the arts, and culture are mixed together into an architectural concoction within this building he now holds residence
RING, RING, RING!
Paper-Boy
”HEADS UP BUDDY!”
A newspaper propelled by the force of an errant Paper Boy’s arm flies perilously close in proximity to our unknown figure. To your eye the surround town about Placebo’s cathedral is that of any normal rural American town or suburb. All the usual happenings, even the morning commuters driving to their places of business can be found here. Houses of all shapes and size, small convenience stores, even a grocery store… a Weis from the looks of it. Barber shops with those twirling multicolor pole things… whatever their called; this town even has one of those.
RING, RING, RING!
Paper-Boy
”INCOMING!”
Speedy in his faculties the paperboy continues in his methods of precariously endangering early risers with his airborne printed words. The enshrouded human continues their trek through his town. The sidewalk which they have been placing foot to pavement upon has now changed from pavement to a reddish brick road. There is a clamoring that we begin to hear just within the earshot of the collective viewers. The figure pauses for a instant; a hooded head is twisted slightly so that a concealed ear may listen closer. Feet once more begin to fall, this time in a new direction, they cease to fall at the doorstep of a neighborhood bar. To the amazement of everyone it is still open for business from the night prior. Inside we see a man clad in Hockey gear, a goalie’s mask is pushed up over the top of his head so that he may down another shot.
10 Minute Major
“Thh.. theerre. You guys drink. DO IT! Eh?”
The Major, Placebo’s former Tag Partner in UWA, points to five of the devout. From a quick count of the collective shot glasses on the table his empty shot glasses far outnumber the sum of his opponents. One devout follower of Placebo vomits, two more collapse. Major lets loose a deep belly laugh but is cut short abruptly as the fifth Devout spills his drink.
WHAM!
Major slams an empty pitcher against the drink spilling zealot. The pitcher shatters upon his head. 10MM tosses what remains of the pitcher in his grasp at the face of another Devout before picking up his hockey stick.
10 Minute Major
“Nowww ya didit… ya fookers. Bye byeeeee...”
BAM! BIFF! SLAM!
Continuing his offensive against those within the bar the Major proceeds to destroy all that oppose him. The figure continues their walk, skulking forward he approaches a red church with three towers. A… creature wearing a gas mask approaches him.
Head Maggot
Stop, identify yourself.
Revealing a masculine arm, tattooed with the symbol of the sickle and hammer the figure moves forward unimpeded into the red structure. Within its chambers there is a large opening, a hall. Where once stood an altar is now a large throne. A figure covered in shadow sits upon this honored chair. The smell of death hangs in the air. He speaks.
Many Names
Doctor.
Placebo removes his hood.
Doc Placebo
“TriNatas, the one of Many Names… to which personality am I speaking?”
Many Names
“Which… is it Natas… the Alpha Sin, Nicolas Globe… the Red Scare, or Nick Atlas the hard working American?”
Doc Placebo
“Yes.”
?????
“All of them are speaking, Omega.”
Placebo nods.
Doc Placebo
“Kuntrika.”
Doc Placebo
“I have a question.”
Many Names
“Not yet Placebo, it’s been a while since you’ve entered my Church. First, a test.”
Doc Placebo
“What kind of test?”
Kuntrika
“Watch.”
Kuntrika moves with a speed and agility reserved for most martial artists. She immediately produces a weapon never before seen by a NEW Audience. Neurons trigger memories long since forgotten in UWA viewers of old now watching this telecast. Wielding her weapon like a whip Kuntrika attacks Doc Placebo with a rotting intestine lined with barb wire and riddled with nails.
CLANG!
With an equally deft movement the Doctor parries the attack from the decaying weapon with his Spanish Rapier that had been hidden from view beneath his cloak.
Doc Placebo
“Intestvines.”
The lips on the Andorran wrestler’s curl to form a small half smile. The intestvine, a weapon wrought by the Alpha Sin, wraps about the Doctor’s sword. In a twisting motion the Doctor removes his cloak. The cloak flails about briefly concealing him from Kuntrika’s view as he grips onto the intestvine using his cloak to prevent him from injuring his non sword arm freeing his rapier of the vile smelling whip. Many Names moves forward slightly in his throne as he observes the events.
SLICE!
In that split second the Doctor slashes the intestvine in half with his Rapier. The defiled weapon of Many Names falls to the floor as does the Omega’s cloak. Placebo now stands dressed in white slacks and a white button down shirt clashing with the darkness which the Alpha sin speaks from within. He sheathes his sword
Kuntrika
“You may ask your question.”
Doc Placebo
“Have you heard?”
Many Names
“Of course, my Maggots are everywhere, even here.”
Doc Placebo
“…”
Many Names
“This is why you’ve come?”
Doc Placebo
“Who else can a God turn to but another God?”
Many Names
“Agreed… but… his choice, his rules.”
Many Names
“Now we move on, continue our plans with or without those who follow our leads. It is our responsibility.”
Doc Placebo
“Yes, once more I am in the public spot light to bring awareness to my cause, to my town.”
Many Names
“This place… not of my liking, too… clean.”
Doc Placebo
“It’s simple.”
Many Names
“You have opponents, and followers. Destroy them.”
Doc Placebo
“Destroy who?”
Many Names
“That’s your choice, now go.”
Although he is a God himself the Doctor does not hold the power within these walls. Here the Alpha is King; here it is not yet the Omega’s time. He bows his head, places a hand on the hilt of his European forged sword, and takes his leave of the one of Many Names. Once outside the Church the Andorran continues to walk past the Head Maggot, a servant of Natas without acknowledging the underling. Several blocks away Placebo pauses.
Doc Placebo
“I will destroy these opponents and every other silent opponent until this unknown title is mine.”
Doc Placebo
“My herald will have justice.”
Still within the realm of the Alpha Sin and surrounded by Maggots serving the once with Many Names, Doc Placebo begins to trek back towards his domain and the Cathedral. The scene leaves the sword wielding Doctor to the privacy of his thoughts and our view is heightened to the bright sky of morning before dissolving entirely to white.
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