on August 7, 2010, 11:55 am
Somewhere within the confines of Dark Horse Towers, Senester is walking down a hall. In his hands the remains of a burnt book.
He seems rather frustrated and closes the book shut, bit’s of burnt pages floating in a trail behind him as he picks up the pace heading down the hall way to the elevator.
Dark Horse Laboratories (4:12p.m.)
Senester walks into the hospital wing, staff parts looking at him as if he was about to explode and standing clear. He gets to a room and swings the door open so hard his slams into the wall taking a chunk of the plaster with it. He looks over to a man prompt up in a hospital bed, his body in shock of the burns covering his it and Senester stands over him peering into his face.
Horror presses him against the mattress live a massive weight upon him as Senester’s cold eyes gaze up on, holding the burnt book up in front of him.
(Senester): Where is the other book, or shall I finish burning the rest of your body, like you burned this book?
The pain ravaging his body as he struggles to speak. The answers not coming fast enough for Senester, taking his gloved hand and running a finger across the man chest pulling away layers of melted flesh and flicking it back into his face. He screams in complete agony and Senester grabs his him by the head and shoves it back onto the pillow.
(Man): …te….the…I…..b..bb.book.
(Senester): You burned this book to keep it from, it was very foolish of you to interfere in my affairs Larson, but one remains and I will have it. Now...quit your sniveling and tell me. I will prop your eyes open and make you watch your daughter suffers things unimaginable to you. When I am finished with her I will move back to you, and then your wife.
(Man): Ca…Cairo…the book is in Cairo. We buried it along the Nile…a…secret location.
(Senester): We? Ahhh I see…Zakaria…the old woman. Very well then.
Senester makes his way heading out the door.
(Man): …you…you’ll let me go now?
Senester stops in the doorway, turns back around walking to the bed taking the burnt book in his hands and whacks the man across the face, buts of skin peeling away and burnt pages flying in the air as he’s knocked out of the bed to the floor.
(Senester): What do you think?
Senester exits the lab, removing his gloves and finds Butch heading his way.
(Butch): You sent for me?
(Senester): Walk with me Butch.
Senester begins to walk back down the hallway, his arms tucked behind him as his frustration lingers slightly.
(Senester): An interesting night Havoc, was it not? Things did not go exactly as I would have preferred, but that will all be rectified this week.
Butch matches Senester's pace, staring straight out in front of him, sharing his lingering frustrations.
(Butch): I knew Eddie couldn't be trusted my Lord, I could see him doing something like walking out like he did a mile off. How do we intend to rectify last week's mishap?
(Senester): Eddie is a separate matter. Do you remember the infamous 9/11? The world watched as two planes flew into the Twin Towers in New York, and following that people changed. They were humbled, and the borders, the walls, the barriers between them were broken...and for some time humans were once more humane to one another. Then it ended, they returned to their own worlds, the walls were rebuilt, and they were once more absorbed within themselves. People have forgotten Butch. They have forgotten fear and every so once in a while they need a reminder. They need chaos. They need pain and they need suffering. They need to bleed, cry and sweat together. I will give this to them. Evers and Shakir shall give this to them...as shall you at the present time...as shall others. It begins at Havoc. Chaos will reign Butch, and I will wield it in my hand with the ease a child holds a Lego. All who oppose me will know what real power is, and they will crumble in fear.
(Butch): And what role will I play in the deliverance of such chaos?
(Senester): We need an example, and you're going to make one of someone at Havoc. That is your role. Let us see if the cockroaches scatter when the lights come on, out or if more are drawn into the sticky motel.
Butch nods in acknowledgement.
(Butch): Would you like me to make an example out of Logan Neilson, my Lord? He has already chosen me to be the guest referee for his All-Star Title match; it could be the perfect opportunity?
(Senester): We don't need opportunity. We simply act. Logan perhaps, but it seems that our old friend Ronnie McNeil has decided to come knocking on my door. I have no problem opening the door for him to come inside, but he should know what he will be walking into.
(Butch): Ronnie is perfect prey, my Lord. If you give him something to work towards, dangle a carrot in front of him, he will come to you, he's unbelievably predictable. As you say, he is perfectly aware of what awaits him should he continue down the current path, but he'll keep coming. I don't know whether to pity or admire him.
(Senester): Perhaps both. There is one further matter and you shall handle it as you see fit, should it come to pass. The Circle of Champions will vote at Havoc whether or not to approve the match requested by Wisdom with you. I understand she is quite determined and has spent some time preparing for you, hence her absence this week.
Butch remains quiet for a brief moment, exhaling through his nostrils before finally answering.
(Butch): I will face her, my Lord. I asked her to be patient with me, to trust me, to trust that what I'm doing is the right thing for both of us in the long-run but she, like everyone else has turned her back. I could understand her frustration at first, seeing Minerva clinging to me like a puppy every time she was within ten feet of us, and yes she did help me with my niece and nephew during Diana's illness but now....she wants to try and make a statement. I will make one myself.
(Senester): Speaking of Minerva...I understand she is anxiously anticipating her own walk down the aisle.
(Butch): Indeed. I have hardly had time to even think about it, my Lord. I've got too much on my plate right now to even contemplate a wedding. Other matters require my attention first.
(Senester): Indeed. I have Eddie at Havoc...a rather unexpected selection on his part, but one I am looking forward to.
Butch rolls his eyes and voices his opinion of the World Champion with a disparaging grunt.
(Butch): Pfft, Eddie, a miserable excuse of a human being. He's as naivety is trumped only by his ignorance. His very voice just makes me cringe never mind the senseless shit that he creates with it. He actually thinks he's going to make some sort of point or statement that he's elected you as his opponent. I am eager to hear your plans for him, my Lord. Especially electing Vanessa as the guest referee as well.
Senester smiles curtly, with the thought of Vanessa being mentioned.
(Senester): She is a bit of a wildcard is she not? I have my reasons for her presence in the match, but that is for later. As for Eddie, our World Champion...this is where we see what he is truly made of. You see two individuals can get in a ring and beat and pound on one another, one wins, and one loses....who cares. But in that battle, in that battle we see their soul...and that is what I shall find at Havoc. I will take Eddie's soul in the palm of my hands, and he will give it to me freely. I will take it, examine and put it back with an increased understanding of who he is. We shall see in his aura what it is he fights for, what it is he lives for, and............what it is he is willing to die for.
Butch again shakes his head, a wry smile on his face.
(Butch): What's to bet it's a bottle of tequila and a plate of buffalo wings....he doesn't have a chance in Hell against you my Lord, whether you take his title or not...
(Senester): A real match? Of course not. However, of confrontations...there is my Baron for us to speak of. It seems that the two of you are growing...apart...shall we say.
(Butch): It seems he's grown tired of waiting on me providing an explanation for my recent actions and affiliation with you. I know there is no gun to my head but there is a time and a place for unique revelations and this is not it. He, like everyone else will be sorry they ever doubted my integrity. But I must ask you, my Lord, how long do you intend to court him, pardon my choice of phrase.
(Senester): What makes you think I'm "courting" him?
(Butch): Your way with words when you're around him. The respect you have for him, you're defense of him against Eddie's description of him as nothing but a "mid-card superstar", it's almost like you're waiting for him to come home.
(Senester): Courting...waiting....home...
Senester paces as he ponders Butch's perception on things.
(Senester): Have you ever awaken from a dream of someone and knew they were thinking of you, knew they were in trouble, sick, or even dead? Has your mind ever swum with someone's spirit and then the phone rang to find them calling you? This is Hans. A man can do many things with his body. The language he chooses to use with it, is his own...but the mind and the soul cannot change, and this is my Baron. I can hear him calling me. I am the invisible hand at his back keeping him upright and turned in the right direction. It is not I courting him, it is quite the opposite.
(Butch): You really think he yearns to be by your side again, my Lord? He's either in the worst state of denial I've ever seen or he's one hell of an actor. Vanessa will always be in his ear as well, as will Heinrich, trying to keep him on the straight and narrow. How do you plan on dealing with those two speed bumps?
(Senester): The same way you deal with anything laying in your path my dear Butch. I am no laborer so you will not see me in an orange vest chipping away with a jackhammer. It's really rather simple...you roll over it enough times and it wears away. And I never said anything about Hans wanting to be by my side...I merely said he called. Whether or not he realizes the need for my guidance, or even that his soul has reached out is irrelevant.
(Butch): So do you intend to keep testing how much he can take before he finally snaps or do we take an alternate route?
(Senester): An alternate route?
(Butch): You've been having me test his endurance over the past several weeks...what with injuring Vanessa and what not?
Senester laughs, turning to look at Butch with such amusement
(Senester): Are you having second thoughts? What happened to Vanessa was you doing...not mine. I didn't set you to do anything to her, that was your own design. Your own reaction to her choice of words. Any test of endurance in such regards has been your tests. Be careful of your selection of words.
(Butch): Well you must have known that the two of us would have ended up crossing paths in the 8-Man Tag match last week when you pitted us on opposite sides?
(Senester): Of course I did, but as you said yourself...no one is holding a gun to your head. You are acting on your own accord. You've made your own choices, I have not made them for you. All I can do is give you....options.
Butch merely shakes his head in irony, at being trumped again by Senester's wit.
(Butch): Touché....but are you or are you not interesting in bringing Hans back into the fold?
(Senester): My interests in Hans are merely to help him. There is no "fold" to speak of. If you are playing the role of a commoner and are assuming I have ulterior motives then I can tell you nothing that I already have not said. The world is mine Butch Parker, and everything it, from a beetle in the forest to a man on the street, to plankton in the depths of the sea...and all of it will come to know the chaos to be left in my wake.
(Butch): I didn't think you harbored any ulterior motives, it was merely a probing question, my Lord. Is there anything else you wish to discuss with me?
(Senester): Ahh yes...there is one last thing, not so much as discussions more of a closing comment for you to think over. One of my projects is nearly complete, when it is…I'm certain you'd like to be the first to test it out.
Butch understands Senester's tone and nods affirmatively taking that also as his cue to leave him. Senester turns away from him and heads to an elevator pulling out his phone.
(Senester): Prepare the jet….Cairo……one hour….and bring the girl for insurance.
He enter the elevator as the scene fades to black.
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