Do you like hurting people?
Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 7:55 pm
This subject was right at home in places that were too frightening or fear inducing. His mind didn't work like the vast majority of the population. Too many years enduring some sort of unnamed trauma saw to that. Forest life in the dead of night was the location and it looked like the sort of place a criminal might drag a victim to perform some kind of horrible deed. A lantern swung back and forth and within the bushes and tree's stood a shadowy figure. Tall, dark and terrifying. He didn't approach the camera. After a fast glitch effect he was already directly in front of it in the same vein as a killer in a slasher movie. Black hair, black beard, a few and black plaid sleeveless shirt and a wife beater that looked as though it had never been even remotely close to soap or water. And those eyes. Those wide, crazy, vacant eyes that looked like they had seen their fair amount of atrocities. The lantern swung back and forth in front of him and made a horrible creaking sound each time.
Luke Harper: Sometimes I see things that just ain't there.
The lantern continued to sway and strain, the harsh sound cutting through the silence.
Harper's hand gripped onto the lantern and he gazed into as it's motions stopped.
Luke Harper: I'm trying to piece myself together. I'm going to piece myself back together with pieces of YOU, Roman Reigns.
He plucked the lantern from whatever it may have been attached to and held it in his hands as the light coming off it illuminated his already zombie and ghoulish like features. Harper watched the light inside of it with a fair amount of interest and slowly began to drag his fingers along the glass.
Luke Harper: I heard him talk about justice. There ain't no such thing as justice in this world. If there was such a thing as justice people like me wouldn't get treated as if they were rotten pieces of trash. Roman Reigns is living in a fairy tale. I think it's about time that he..
The lantern was abruptly slammed onto the ground where it made an awful crash. It may have caused a quick scare but at least now the Walker like Harper's features weren't so visible.
Luke Harper: ..woke up. And when you wake up you realize that the nightmare you're about to live through is much worse than any night terror you've ever had. Because those are nothing more than fantasy. But there ain't nothing fake about what I'm going to do to Roman Reigns.
Harper held up a finger to his lips in a slow and deliberate pace. He made a "shh" sound which was even creepier when it was supplied by a towering hulk of a man in the middle of nowhere. In the dark.
Luke Harper: Don't blink. Or the monsters will get you. The monsters..that live in here now..
It seemed to pain Harper as he placed five digits each on the side of his head and reared his head backwards. His eyes closed tightly. There was something he was attempting to block out. Something he was trying to forget or something that he was trying to keep from getting out.
Luke Harper: Hell is in my mind and hell keeps screaming to be let loose. I don't think I'm going to keep it waiting much longer..
He dropped his hands from his head and all seemed to be normal again. Or as normal as he could possibly become which to say isn't very much.
Luke Harper: Justice don't exist. If justice was real I wouldn't be what I am right now. I would have had a chance at normal life. At a calm, peaceful existence. Instead, I am what you see before you. Roman Reigns has never had to suffer. He's never been forced into a corner and made to fight. But he will. Very soon. He will.
Although Harper's voice was low and gravely and held a Southern tinge to it, he didn't come across as an ignorant hick. There was a brain in there. A warped, twisted brain beyond repair but a brain nonetheless.
Luke Harper: And you're telling the world that you're going to tear through me? It amuses me. It's going to amuse me even more when you fail and realize that everything you've built yourself upon, your precious justice, is just a poor, pitiful facade. Nah. You ain't runnin through me, boy. You ain't chance to run. But you're gonna wish you could. You're gonna wish you're legs were strong enough to carry you away from me. You're gonna wish your lungs had enough breath in them to take you far, far away. You can't run from me and you can't hide because even if you could I would find you. I would find you and make it so much worse..
With that big, thick beard and all of the shadows it was difficult to tell if the closest thing the EBWF roster had to a visual zombie was smiling but there seemed to be some pleasure in his words.
Luke Harper: Roman Reigns promises to hurt me. Ain't nothing that can hurt me. Ain't nothing that can stop me. You might be able to knock me down but I WILL get back up. Eventually, I'm going to get my hands on you and when I do....
Now there was a smile. An undeniable one. Unless you didn't have a pulse it probably did a pretty good job of sending a shiver down your spine.
Luke Harper: ....well, you'll find out. Sweet dreams, Roman.
The screen ended with a shot or two unmistakably crazy looking eyeballs that belonged to Luke Harper filling the screen. They multiplied until their was dozens of them staring back at the viewer, unblinking and staring back through. It was all done in jarring, quick effect and disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.
Luke Harper: Sometimes I see things that just ain't there.
The lantern continued to sway and strain, the harsh sound cutting through the silence.
Harper's hand gripped onto the lantern and he gazed into as it's motions stopped.
Luke Harper: I'm trying to piece myself together. I'm going to piece myself back together with pieces of YOU, Roman Reigns.
He plucked the lantern from whatever it may have been attached to and held it in his hands as the light coming off it illuminated his already zombie and ghoulish like features. Harper watched the light inside of it with a fair amount of interest and slowly began to drag his fingers along the glass.
Luke Harper: I heard him talk about justice. There ain't no such thing as justice in this world. If there was such a thing as justice people like me wouldn't get treated as if they were rotten pieces of trash. Roman Reigns is living in a fairy tale. I think it's about time that he..
The lantern was abruptly slammed onto the ground where it made an awful crash. It may have caused a quick scare but at least now the Walker like Harper's features weren't so visible.
Luke Harper: ..woke up. And when you wake up you realize that the nightmare you're about to live through is much worse than any night terror you've ever had. Because those are nothing more than fantasy. But there ain't nothing fake about what I'm going to do to Roman Reigns.
Harper held up a finger to his lips in a slow and deliberate pace. He made a "shh" sound which was even creepier when it was supplied by a towering hulk of a man in the middle of nowhere. In the dark.
Luke Harper: Don't blink. Or the monsters will get you. The monsters..that live in here now..
It seemed to pain Harper as he placed five digits each on the side of his head and reared his head backwards. His eyes closed tightly. There was something he was attempting to block out. Something he was trying to forget or something that he was trying to keep from getting out.
Luke Harper: Hell is in my mind and hell keeps screaming to be let loose. I don't think I'm going to keep it waiting much longer..
He dropped his hands from his head and all seemed to be normal again. Or as normal as he could possibly become which to say isn't very much.
Luke Harper: Justice don't exist. If justice was real I wouldn't be what I am right now. I would have had a chance at normal life. At a calm, peaceful existence. Instead, I am what you see before you. Roman Reigns has never had to suffer. He's never been forced into a corner and made to fight. But he will. Very soon. He will.
Although Harper's voice was low and gravely and held a Southern tinge to it, he didn't come across as an ignorant hick. There was a brain in there. A warped, twisted brain beyond repair but a brain nonetheless.
Luke Harper: And you're telling the world that you're going to tear through me? It amuses me. It's going to amuse me even more when you fail and realize that everything you've built yourself upon, your precious justice, is just a poor, pitiful facade. Nah. You ain't runnin through me, boy. You ain't chance to run. But you're gonna wish you could. You're gonna wish you're legs were strong enough to carry you away from me. You're gonna wish your lungs had enough breath in them to take you far, far away. You can't run from me and you can't hide because even if you could I would find you. I would find you and make it so much worse..
With that big, thick beard and all of the shadows it was difficult to tell if the closest thing the EBWF roster had to a visual zombie was smiling but there seemed to be some pleasure in his words.
Luke Harper: Roman Reigns promises to hurt me. Ain't nothing that can hurt me. Ain't nothing that can stop me. You might be able to knock me down but I WILL get back up. Eventually, I'm going to get my hands on you and when I do....
Now there was a smile. An undeniable one. Unless you didn't have a pulse it probably did a pretty good job of sending a shiver down your spine.
Luke Harper: ....well, you'll find out. Sweet dreams, Roman.
The screen ended with a shot or two unmistakably crazy looking eyeballs that belonged to Luke Harper filling the screen. They multiplied until their was dozens of them staring back at the viewer, unblinking and staring back through. It was all done in jarring, quick effect and disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.