Post by Davey Ortega on Jan 26, 2014 17:09:54 GMT
Davey's eyes open as he springs upright. Drenched in sweat and his breathing rapid and shallow. Among hearing his own breath and heart beat he also hears a rhythmic beeping. Beep....Beep....Beep.
And so on as he turns his head to left seeing a heart monitor and an IV. He follows the cords that connect to his chest and arm before looking around. He is in his own room but he still seems a bit disoriented. Closing his eyes and shaking his head, opening them again still seeing he is where he is.
Davey: Preston!!
Yeah. You heard it and apparently so did Cass who comes rushing into the room.
Cass: Davey? You're awake!
She runs to Davey embracing him, throwing Davey off guard before he just gives in and hugs her back.
Davey: Cass...?
Cass: Yes?
Davey: What happened?
Cass pulls back a little, looking at him with confusion. She sits on his bed next to him, though before she can say anything a man walks into the room, a man Davey has never seen before. He walks up to them, pulling out a pen light from his front pocket on his lab coat.
Man: Mr. Ortega. My name is Aaron Kimball, I'm a concierge Doctor. How are you feeling?
Davey: Confused. What happened? Why am I hooked up to machines?
Dr. Kimball: You don't know what happened?
Davey shakes his head no.
Cass: I found you unconscious on the hallway floor. All the way at the end. I was able to drag you to your apartment and onto the couch. I tried to wake you but you weren't waking up. So I called the one person I thought could help.
Davey: Preston?
Cass: No. I wouldn't call that jackass for anything. I called Eric, and he gave me the number of of Dr. Kimball so I called him and we got you into bed and hooked up.
Dr. Kimball: What's the last thing you remember, Mr. Ortega?
Davey: The last thing I...
Flashes of a younger Davey going though a flaming table.
Davey: Um...it's...
Another flash as a younger Spike Kane has that same blood curdling smile that was present when he crucified Xavier Cross, standing over a broken Davey Ortega.
Davey:...Calling Cass. That's the last thing I can remember. How long was I out?
Dr. Kimball and Cass exchange an uneasy look.
Dr. Kimball: About a day and a half.
Davey chuckles a little before smiling and leaning back.
Cass: What?
Davey: That's a short one.
Dr. Kimball: So, what happened Mr. Ortega?
Davey: Well, I'm not too..
Before he can finish something changes, almost like the haze is slowly lifting..
Davey: Wait...
Things begin to focus, rather quickly as we are taken back to the last time we saw Davey, standing in front of the door with his hand on the knob, though he is still hesitant before turning the knob and the door doesn't open normally or creepily creak open. It flies open with a slam as it hits the wall. Davey's pupils dilate and his eyes widen.
Davey: Of course...what else would you be?
With that we see what is on the other side of the door is a room, a dirty, dilapidated motel room with cheap whiskey bottles thrown about and glass surface with lines of coke on the bed. Davey walks in and as soon as he reaches the bed the door slams shut, and the back of the hairs on Davey's neck stands up. He slowly turns his head too see another door, only this door is in the middle of the room. He squares himself to the door, looking at it though not in disbelief. He simply smiles and steps back sittings on the edge of the bed. He waits a few seconds before he hears what he has been waiting to hear...
KNOCK.
Davey looks at the door.
KNOCK.
Davey smiles, taking a deep breath.
KNOCK.
Davey: Enough. Three knocks is all you get.
Davey waits a few seconds but nothing happens. He gets up and walks up to the door.
Davey: Hey! I know you can hear me.
An eerie voice answers back. A voice that hisses and strains to talk, when you hear it you think....Demon...
Freeeeedooooooom...
Davey: Yes, I know what you want. I can't give you it, at least not permanently. However I can offer you drippings. I have a proposition for you, if you can play nice.
Voice: What...do you want?
Davey: Very soon I have a chance to right a lot of wrongs. In order to do that I will have to hurt someone. Now yes he does deserve everything that I am going to do to him but I know it won't be enough. I know I can't do what needs to be done, but you can. And the best part about it...is it's the person who created you. It's the person who drove me to the breaking point manifesting you.
Voice: Spike Kane?
Davey: Yes. I will be locked in the Dragon's Den with him and only one of us can walk out. Though that's not good enough for me, I don't just want to walk out I want to make it impossible for him to not only walk out, but walk ever again. I want him broken, busted up, and physically unable to beg for his life. Those aer things I fantasize about but I can't do. Because I don't want to be judged on his level. I don't ever want people to compare my acts to his. He is a sadistic, egotistical tyrant who needs to be slain.
Voice: And what are...you?
Davey: Something better...something not yet defined because I have yet to be given a real chance too find out what I am. But what I am isn't why I am here, it's what you are. You are pure hatred, a void or mercy and the moral depravity that resides in all humans. You are able to do the things I have only dreamed about and the kicker is you will enjoy hearing his screams. You will just laugh as he tries desperately to fight you off and figure out...but by the time he does it will be too late and he will be at the gates of Hell.
Voice: And when it's over....why should I leave?
Davey: I don't remember chunks of my past. I have always credited the memory gap to drugs and alcohol but that isn't it at all. See, I'm willing to bed I don't have those memories because they weren't mine. So you tell me, how much fun did you have before they locked you up? Before you got tired and traded one prison for another? Forcing me to try and convince the doctors I'm not crazy.
Voice: Just like you...I have evolved.
Davey: No you haven't. You may put on the mask of growth but inside you are still the center of selfishness that was awoken in me seven years ago. So, you have three choices. You can either help me, and then go back to your hole when the deed is done. You can lie to me, and continue on after the Dragon's Den and eventually we would end up where we were. And last you can refuse, and I leave this room and never return. Ignoring all the laughing and whispers, the knocking and the nightmares.
Voice: Do you...trust me?
Davey begins to laugh, almost uncontrollably.
Davey: Trust you? Absolutely not. This is a last resort, a desperate move from a man with his back against the wall and no real allies to speak. Just me...and what's inside of me. I am here because I have no other options...this is it. This is the end game. It's kill or be killed and I don't intend on waiting for him in Hell. So what will it be?
Voice: I want...to talk to him.
Davey: You can say whatever you want to him in The Dragon's Den but I stay in control until then. Those are the terms.
Voice: Fine. Just...let me out.
Davey grabs the door handle and cracks the door just a bit before backing up, and then he walks quickly to the door that leads out of the room. He opens the door and takes a few steps out before dropping too his knees with out warning, then falling face first onto the floor. His head slightly bouncing after the initial landing.
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So tell me something...how many of me have you created? Yes you, Spike Kane. The God of Xtreme himself. How many of me did you place into people unknowingly? How many people are walking around knowing there is something...off about them. Something that either awoke or was placed there by some mysterious act of the universe, but we know better. You and me. We know the few that are walking around knowing they have a darkness in them is not just a random act.
I was born, or created..or whatever not by chaos and happenstance but by a single act of pure violence. By a tableau created by a man with no remorse, no guilt over what he has done. It can be something as grand as driving a nail through someones hand before hoisting them up and letting them hang. Or as striking as driving a man through wood and fire, physically scarring him but mentally destroying him. It doesn't always stick, but sometimes a piece of the darkness that drives a man to eviscerate his enemies stays with that enemy. I very much believe you created me because I don't have any memories before that night seven years ago.
You were standing over me, and all I wanted to do was just hop up and make that arrogant face of your unrecognizable but I couldn't. You had pushed him to the point of no return and made it physically impossible for me to get up because you obliterated him. That was my first memory...my first memory of consciousness was you standing over me like a dominate God.
You can imagine that didn't sit well with me. Not..one...bit. So when he came knocking at my door and offered me this ''deal'' I initially didn't care. Between you and me his failure is my success because as hard as tries and as much as he believes he can't keep me behind the door forever. Sure right now he is on top of the world and very soon I am going to make sure his name replaces yours but I am not doing it for him, or his petty motivations. I am doing this because I have a chance to make my last memory for a very long time a happy one.
If I ultimately have to be kept under lock and key after this then I am going back knowing I showed you what true fear is. Before I leave I am going to prove to the world that even if you are the magical, mystical God of Xtreme with supernatural abilities...you can still bleed. Won't that be a sight, A God laid out so the world can see, with a fresh crimson mask dripping down your chin. Though standing above you will not be a man..don't ever call me that. If you have the balls to claim a higher authority then I guess I can spite you and claim the title Demon all my own. So standing above you well be the Demon of Desolation.
Because that is what you have to look forward to after our encounter. A desolate wasteland that once was your life. Ruins of your great accomplishments forever tarnished by the acts of depravity I am going to introduce you too. People will never be afraid of you again because even if you manage to crawl out of the deep, dark pit I am going to hurl you in, they will always know who put you there and just how bad he kicked your ass before doing it. Though before I do it, I am going to do something very special...just for you.
I am going to drag you though Hell. I am going to show you what it means to take on a title that you just don't have the stomach to live up too. What? Did you think no one would come and recognize your facade? Oh yes I know what you have done and how the people whisper in hushed tones about your acts but here is the deal breaker...they are people. Crucifying someone? Wire cutters? Those are human concepts that inspire fear from weak minds that feeds your limited perception of what torture actually is. I know you are in no way ready for what is going to happen but I don't care, Spike. All I care about is a happy memory of me, rolling around in your blood. Might even take a pound of flesh since everyone has been getting biblical as of late.
So Spike, let your family know how much you love them, take time to get real and be honest with those that you love because it may be your last chance. So take this opportunity because once you step into the Dragon's Den and the doors are chained shut you have officially entered an entire new level of anguish you didn't even think was possible. Welcome to Hell, Spike Kane. You're only here for a visit so please...
...Don't disrespect my home.
And so on as he turns his head to left seeing a heart monitor and an IV. He follows the cords that connect to his chest and arm before looking around. He is in his own room but he still seems a bit disoriented. Closing his eyes and shaking his head, opening them again still seeing he is where he is.
Davey: Preston!!
Yeah. You heard it and apparently so did Cass who comes rushing into the room.
Cass: Davey? You're awake!
She runs to Davey embracing him, throwing Davey off guard before he just gives in and hugs her back.
Davey: Cass...?
Cass: Yes?
Davey: What happened?
Cass pulls back a little, looking at him with confusion. She sits on his bed next to him, though before she can say anything a man walks into the room, a man Davey has never seen before. He walks up to them, pulling out a pen light from his front pocket on his lab coat.
Man: Mr. Ortega. My name is Aaron Kimball, I'm a concierge Doctor. How are you feeling?
Davey: Confused. What happened? Why am I hooked up to machines?
Dr. Kimball: You don't know what happened?
Davey shakes his head no.
Cass: I found you unconscious on the hallway floor. All the way at the end. I was able to drag you to your apartment and onto the couch. I tried to wake you but you weren't waking up. So I called the one person I thought could help.
Davey: Preston?
Cass: No. I wouldn't call that jackass for anything. I called Eric, and he gave me the number of of Dr. Kimball so I called him and we got you into bed and hooked up.
Dr. Kimball: What's the last thing you remember, Mr. Ortega?
Davey: The last thing I...
Flashes of a younger Davey going though a flaming table.
Davey: Um...it's...
Another flash as a younger Spike Kane has that same blood curdling smile that was present when he crucified Xavier Cross, standing over a broken Davey Ortega.
Davey:...Calling Cass. That's the last thing I can remember. How long was I out?
Dr. Kimball and Cass exchange an uneasy look.
Dr. Kimball: About a day and a half.
Davey chuckles a little before smiling and leaning back.
Cass: What?
Davey: That's a short one.
Dr. Kimball: So, what happened Mr. Ortega?
Davey: Well, I'm not too..
Before he can finish something changes, almost like the haze is slowly lifting..
Davey: Wait...
Things begin to focus, rather quickly as we are taken back to the last time we saw Davey, standing in front of the door with his hand on the knob, though he is still hesitant before turning the knob and the door doesn't open normally or creepily creak open. It flies open with a slam as it hits the wall. Davey's pupils dilate and his eyes widen.
Davey: Of course...what else would you be?
With that we see what is on the other side of the door is a room, a dirty, dilapidated motel room with cheap whiskey bottles thrown about and glass surface with lines of coke on the bed. Davey walks in and as soon as he reaches the bed the door slams shut, and the back of the hairs on Davey's neck stands up. He slowly turns his head too see another door, only this door is in the middle of the room. He squares himself to the door, looking at it though not in disbelief. He simply smiles and steps back sittings on the edge of the bed. He waits a few seconds before he hears what he has been waiting to hear...
KNOCK.
Davey looks at the door.
KNOCK.
Davey smiles, taking a deep breath.
KNOCK.
Davey: Enough. Three knocks is all you get.
Davey waits a few seconds but nothing happens. He gets up and walks up to the door.
Davey: Hey! I know you can hear me.
An eerie voice answers back. A voice that hisses and strains to talk, when you hear it you think....Demon...
Freeeeedooooooom...
Davey: Yes, I know what you want. I can't give you it, at least not permanently. However I can offer you drippings. I have a proposition for you, if you can play nice.
Voice: What...do you want?
Davey: Very soon I have a chance to right a lot of wrongs. In order to do that I will have to hurt someone. Now yes he does deserve everything that I am going to do to him but I know it won't be enough. I know I can't do what needs to be done, but you can. And the best part about it...is it's the person who created you. It's the person who drove me to the breaking point manifesting you.
Voice: Spike Kane?
Davey: Yes. I will be locked in the Dragon's Den with him and only one of us can walk out. Though that's not good enough for me, I don't just want to walk out I want to make it impossible for him to not only walk out, but walk ever again. I want him broken, busted up, and physically unable to beg for his life. Those aer things I fantasize about but I can't do. Because I don't want to be judged on his level. I don't ever want people to compare my acts to his. He is a sadistic, egotistical tyrant who needs to be slain.
Voice: And what are...you?
Davey: Something better...something not yet defined because I have yet to be given a real chance too find out what I am. But what I am isn't why I am here, it's what you are. You are pure hatred, a void or mercy and the moral depravity that resides in all humans. You are able to do the things I have only dreamed about and the kicker is you will enjoy hearing his screams. You will just laugh as he tries desperately to fight you off and figure out...but by the time he does it will be too late and he will be at the gates of Hell.
Voice: And when it's over....why should I leave?
Davey: I don't remember chunks of my past. I have always credited the memory gap to drugs and alcohol but that isn't it at all. See, I'm willing to bed I don't have those memories because they weren't mine. So you tell me, how much fun did you have before they locked you up? Before you got tired and traded one prison for another? Forcing me to try and convince the doctors I'm not crazy.
Voice: Just like you...I have evolved.
Davey: No you haven't. You may put on the mask of growth but inside you are still the center of selfishness that was awoken in me seven years ago. So, you have three choices. You can either help me, and then go back to your hole when the deed is done. You can lie to me, and continue on after the Dragon's Den and eventually we would end up where we were. And last you can refuse, and I leave this room and never return. Ignoring all the laughing and whispers, the knocking and the nightmares.
Voice: Do you...trust me?
Davey begins to laugh, almost uncontrollably.
Davey: Trust you? Absolutely not. This is a last resort, a desperate move from a man with his back against the wall and no real allies to speak. Just me...and what's inside of me. I am here because I have no other options...this is it. This is the end game. It's kill or be killed and I don't intend on waiting for him in Hell. So what will it be?
Voice: I want...to talk to him.
Davey: You can say whatever you want to him in The Dragon's Den but I stay in control until then. Those are the terms.
Voice: Fine. Just...let me out.
Davey grabs the door handle and cracks the door just a bit before backing up, and then he walks quickly to the door that leads out of the room. He opens the door and takes a few steps out before dropping too his knees with out warning, then falling face first onto the floor. His head slightly bouncing after the initial landing.
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So tell me something...how many of me have you created? Yes you, Spike Kane. The God of Xtreme himself. How many of me did you place into people unknowingly? How many people are walking around knowing there is something...off about them. Something that either awoke or was placed there by some mysterious act of the universe, but we know better. You and me. We know the few that are walking around knowing they have a darkness in them is not just a random act.
I was born, or created..or whatever not by chaos and happenstance but by a single act of pure violence. By a tableau created by a man with no remorse, no guilt over what he has done. It can be something as grand as driving a nail through someones hand before hoisting them up and letting them hang. Or as striking as driving a man through wood and fire, physically scarring him but mentally destroying him. It doesn't always stick, but sometimes a piece of the darkness that drives a man to eviscerate his enemies stays with that enemy. I very much believe you created me because I don't have any memories before that night seven years ago.
You were standing over me, and all I wanted to do was just hop up and make that arrogant face of your unrecognizable but I couldn't. You had pushed him to the point of no return and made it physically impossible for me to get up because you obliterated him. That was my first memory...my first memory of consciousness was you standing over me like a dominate God.
You can imagine that didn't sit well with me. Not..one...bit. So when he came knocking at my door and offered me this ''deal'' I initially didn't care. Between you and me his failure is my success because as hard as tries and as much as he believes he can't keep me behind the door forever. Sure right now he is on top of the world and very soon I am going to make sure his name replaces yours but I am not doing it for him, or his petty motivations. I am doing this because I have a chance to make my last memory for a very long time a happy one.
If I ultimately have to be kept under lock and key after this then I am going back knowing I showed you what true fear is. Before I leave I am going to prove to the world that even if you are the magical, mystical God of Xtreme with supernatural abilities...you can still bleed. Won't that be a sight, A God laid out so the world can see, with a fresh crimson mask dripping down your chin. Though standing above you will not be a man..don't ever call me that. If you have the balls to claim a higher authority then I guess I can spite you and claim the title Demon all my own. So standing above you well be the Demon of Desolation.
Because that is what you have to look forward to after our encounter. A desolate wasteland that once was your life. Ruins of your great accomplishments forever tarnished by the acts of depravity I am going to introduce you too. People will never be afraid of you again because even if you manage to crawl out of the deep, dark pit I am going to hurl you in, they will always know who put you there and just how bad he kicked your ass before doing it. Though before I do it, I am going to do something very special...just for you.
I am going to drag you though Hell. I am going to show you what it means to take on a title that you just don't have the stomach to live up too. What? Did you think no one would come and recognize your facade? Oh yes I know what you have done and how the people whisper in hushed tones about your acts but here is the deal breaker...they are people. Crucifying someone? Wire cutters? Those are human concepts that inspire fear from weak minds that feeds your limited perception of what torture actually is. I know you are in no way ready for what is going to happen but I don't care, Spike. All I care about is a happy memory of me, rolling around in your blood. Might even take a pound of flesh since everyone has been getting biblical as of late.
So Spike, let your family know how much you love them, take time to get real and be honest with those that you love because it may be your last chance. So take this opportunity because once you step into the Dragon's Den and the doors are chained shut you have officially entered an entire new level of anguish you didn't even think was possible. Welcome to Hell, Spike Kane. You're only here for a visit so please...
...Don't disrespect my home.
Well howdy there pardner.