Post by James Gilmore on May 11, 2018 20:08:49 GMT
”A Taste of Things To Come”
STARDATE: 95959.73 (5/11/2018, 2:00 PM)
We find James Gilmore and Yulia Malakova lounging about in their living room, playing NHL 18 on the Playstation 4. The score is tied up, with the Chechan native playing as the Winnipeg Jets and the Islander alum playing as the Vegas Golden Knights, and the game is filled with smiles and laughs throughout. Yet just as things were going smoothly, Gilmore's body started to shake, leading him to close his eye, his breath becoming tense and more pronounced.
”I told you and the rest of the world. I, ‘Johnny,’ am coming.”
“JJ....what’s wrong? Are you feeling alright,” Yulia asked, using Gilmore's childhood nickname in order to help keep him in a balanced mental state. She watched as James gritted his teeth, the experiences from his past beginning to flow into his mind once more.
“It’s happenin’ again. The demon...it's comin' back, I can feel it...”
Gilmore's voice became more raspy and stuttered, prompting Malakova to gently massage his neck to keep him calm.
”I can see you, James Jefferson. Can you see me? Now, now...let’s be clear--from one warrior to another. You prefer it this way, don't you--as it was meant to be. No peace in our time. Once more unto the breach…dear friend!”
James stood up, covering his face with his hands as his mind beckoned, consumed by the unholy spectre...
”Release me…”
...yet he shook his head, trying to resist the wave of negative emotions that pulsated throughout his consciousness.
“I can’t stop it. I ain't STRONG enough! I ain't GOOD enough!! I can't stop it...I just...I can’t…”
”...or you, everything, and everyone around you shall BURN!!!”
James slowly marched towards his hallway, with Yulia--worried as all get-out--in pursuit.
“Fight it! I know you can! I love you…,” Yulia encouraged.
Yet at this moment, the corporeal vessel's thought processes weren't on his love, but on the spectre as it was taunting him.
”You...the Traitors...the False Gods...the Heroes...NOBODY will be safe from me. I...want the man that tried to kill me to face his day of reckoning! I want the man who tried to end me...to let me out of these shackles! Set me free...that is all I ask. That is all I want more than gold or platinum, awards or accolades…but until that day comes, you--and the world--will....REMEMBER. ME!!!!”
Yulia looked on, her eyes widened in horror, as James opened up his front door and went outside. The last thing we hear, and so does the neighborhood on Ocean Drive, is a massive, demonic, blood-curdling scream.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Malakova could do nothing more but solemnly sigh--for exorcising this ghost was going to be a difficult and winding process.
Yet it HAD to be done.
TO BE CONTINUED…
STARDATE: 95959.73 (5/11/2018, 2:00 PM)
We find James Gilmore and Yulia Malakova lounging about in their living room, playing NHL 18 on the Playstation 4. The score is tied up, with the Chechan native playing as the Winnipeg Jets and the Islander alum playing as the Vegas Golden Knights, and the game is filled with smiles and laughs throughout. Yet just as things were going smoothly, Gilmore's body started to shake, leading him to close his eye, his breath becoming tense and more pronounced.
”I told you and the rest of the world. I, ‘Johnny,’ am coming.”
“JJ....what’s wrong? Are you feeling alright,” Yulia asked, using Gilmore's childhood nickname in order to help keep him in a balanced mental state. She watched as James gritted his teeth, the experiences from his past beginning to flow into his mind once more.
“It’s happenin’ again. The demon...it's comin' back, I can feel it...”
Gilmore's voice became more raspy and stuttered, prompting Malakova to gently massage his neck to keep him calm.
”I can see you, James Jefferson. Can you see me? Now, now...let’s be clear--from one warrior to another. You prefer it this way, don't you--as it was meant to be. No peace in our time. Once more unto the breach…dear friend!”
James stood up, covering his face with his hands as his mind beckoned, consumed by the unholy spectre...
”Release me…”
...yet he shook his head, trying to resist the wave of negative emotions that pulsated throughout his consciousness.
“I can’t stop it. I ain't STRONG enough! I ain't GOOD enough!! I can't stop it...I just...I can’t…”
”...or you, everything, and everyone around you shall BURN!!!”
James slowly marched towards his hallway, with Yulia--worried as all get-out--in pursuit.
“Fight it! I know you can! I love you…,” Yulia encouraged.
Yet at this moment, the corporeal vessel's thought processes weren't on his love, but on the spectre as it was taunting him.
”You...the Traitors...the False Gods...the Heroes...NOBODY will be safe from me. I...want the man that tried to kill me to face his day of reckoning! I want the man who tried to end me...to let me out of these shackles! Set me free...that is all I ask. That is all I want more than gold or platinum, awards or accolades…but until that day comes, you--and the world--will....REMEMBER. ME!!!!”
Yulia looked on, her eyes widened in horror, as James opened up his front door and went outside. The last thing we hear, and so does the neighborhood on Ocean Drive, is a massive, demonic, blood-curdling scream.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Malakova could do nothing more but solemnly sigh--for exorcising this ghost was going to be a difficult and winding process.
Yet it HAD to be done.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Well howdy there pardner.