Mut Murderer
[Fade in slow to a hill looking over the D.C Area. John Doe sits in the grass chuckling as he looks at the town. John lights up a cigarette as he smiles to him self. John starts to copy Ryan Cruz’s words]
Doe: “Doe, I know you had something to do with this, I know that you're the only one who doesn't have any heart, I know that this is the only way you can defeat your opponents, by weakening them by the inside, this time it won't work! Halo knows that I shall win the match for him, not for America anymore, but this time it's personal! You and me one on one at Combat, you're right about one thing though, this will be our final match, but instead of Halo on the stretcher, it's going to be your body”
Doe: My body Ryan Cruz? oh no my poor little doggy died, grow up. I thought you were tougher than this Ryan. I thought maybe you be able to take pain, but I as wrong. My body..is that a threat? I don’t seem scared by it. I am not frightened by you saying that I am going to be on a stretcher, I believed I stated this before to you Ryan Cruz, I thought I made it plain and simple that your blood will stain the ring, oh yes...it will, I see it coming Ryan, your end is near. Am I weakning you inside Ryan? SUCK IT UP!! I thought you were a man, not a child. Wake up Ryan welcome to the real world, I am trying to get into your head, you my friend, you can’t take it, so I took something dear to you, your stupid, pitiful dog, maybe I will get a good reaction from you now. Do you see what I am able to do Ryan or are you still blind to the fact? Your match with me is not about corrupted America nor your stupid dog, it is something personal, it’s about me being sick of your face! I will beat you senseless Ryan, I am going to destroy you, I want you to feel utter pain. Ryan this is not a regular match, you stepping in the ring with me, and only me. I want you beat you so bad, it runs through my veins and mind, the darkness, the madness, my insanity pours out of me like the storm pours rain. This storm is one that never ends Ryan, a tremendous storm, and my storm is going to be raining blood...your blood.
Doe: Ryan, are you ready for this match? Are you sure, I think you still mourning, well stop! Think Ryan, you are facing me, me god damnit! Not a little priss like yourself, but me The Insane and Profane” John Doe! This is not going to be a walk in the park, this is a match Ryan, a match we both want to win, I am training, you aren’t you stand in the hospital with your dog, you sit there crying, “Oh my poor little doggy, oh why you have to die?’ Cruz what re you doing here? Why you even bother to face me? It’s almost time to face off Ryan, we going into battle, me and you, you are facing me, I am facing you. I am prepared, I am ready, I have seen what I want, and I am going for it, I am going to achieve my goal, that goal is to watch you lying next to your dog in the hospital. to watch you be in the ambulance. In all good time it will happen. I have to keep my anger and madness to myself, watch it Ryan Cruz, you are about to meet your maker. You are going to face me and I am not going to show any mercy towards you, I am going to destroy you Ryan. I want you to bleed, I want your blood to pour from your wounds, I want to smell it in the air, your blood will pour from your broken body and I want to smell it. I can see it Ryan, I can see your blood in my mind, it’s there, and I can see it. I’m waiting Ryan, I am waiting for you to show up at Combat. Be prepared Ryan, because I am. I have you mapped out, I know your moves, your style, and what you do in and out of the ring. Ryan it’s almost time for your downfall. “THE AMERICAN EAGLE” will fall and will be extinct by the hands of me....John Doe.
[As John finishes his sentence three white trucks pull up behind him, men in white medical uniforms jump out of them and tackle John down strapping a straight jacket around him. John laughs his mouth filling with foam as the men drag him to the truck.]
Guard 1: Well, seems we have you again John, you know the rules your not allowed to leave the New York City area. Plus the doc, wants to see you. Doe: Oh yay, the doctor, hey aren’t you suppose to stick me with needle or something, come on what if I get away guys.
[Guard 2 puts a muzzle around dopes face for he can hardly talk as they load him into one of the trucks.]
Guard 2: That should shut you up, psycho path. Enjoy the ride.
Doe: Your....going...to...get...yours! Just ..wait....buddy...just.....wait.....
[The trucks take off as the back of then say “Blackwater Mental Insitute”. Fade out on the trucks fading from view]
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