BARS AND BARBED WIRE - MITCH HEART
Aug 6, 2020 0:09:22 GMT -5
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Post by Lab Rat King on Aug 6, 2020 0:09:22 GMT -5
The video feed cuts in abruptly; we see the empty locker room. Empty, of course, except for the imposing figure of the Lab Rat King. He’s still covered in sweat, smeared with blood, wild-eyed and trembling with a rage yet to be seen in his eyes. It’s a frenzy. It’s a lust for a degree of violence that borders on lethal. The monster lunges at the cameraman who takes a nervous step back, even as the collar chained to the wall snaps the mutant back, keeping him at a safe distance.
“I’M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU YET, BLOODY HEART!!”
King’s voice is a resonant howl, easily filling the empty room and reverberating like a stick of dynamite going off in a sewer. He snarls, straining against his chain, curling his blunt fingernails into his palms with barely restrained murderous intent.
“TOO MANY DISTRACTIONS. TOO MANY BODIES IN THE WAY!! I HAVEN’T FELT YOUR FLESH FOLD NEARLY ENOUGH UNDER MY FURIOUS FISTS. I’M COMING FOR YOU, HEART--THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS HE CAN MATCH MY MALICIOUS MADNESS!”
King bucks against the chain again, then exhales sharply through the vents in his mask, a trickle of sweat tracing a clear path through the blood on his face. Growling low, he gestures with one hand for the camera to come closer; the operator does so, albeit very cautiously, and it’s clear the poor sap is having a hard time not shaking.
The Lab Rat King laughs, low and raspy, leaning forward until the chain goes tight and his amber eyes fill most of the frame.
“Meet me again, heartbreaker. But this time, I want you to come for me face to face… on my grounds. A Lab Rat belongs in a cage! No set of ropes or rules could hope to hold me back. We need STEEL AND BOLTS! METAL AND MUSCLE! BONES AND BARS!!”
King reels back, a gurgling snarl rising in his throat. He coughs, pulling his muzzle off, spraying a red mist of blood from his teeth.
The mutant then looks to the camera again, blood trickling over a full, swollen lower lip. He grins, looking every bit the monster they say he is.
“Meet me in the Cage, Hhhhhheartpounder. Show me how RELENTLESS you are. When WAR comes, you face ME!”
King lunges forward again with an animal scream, and the camera operator yelps audibly as the feed abruptly goes dead.
“I’M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU YET, BLOODY HEART!!”
King’s voice is a resonant howl, easily filling the empty room and reverberating like a stick of dynamite going off in a sewer. He snarls, straining against his chain, curling his blunt fingernails into his palms with barely restrained murderous intent.
“TOO MANY DISTRACTIONS. TOO MANY BODIES IN THE WAY!! I HAVEN’T FELT YOUR FLESH FOLD NEARLY ENOUGH UNDER MY FURIOUS FISTS. I’M COMING FOR YOU, HEART--THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS HE CAN MATCH MY MALICIOUS MADNESS!”
King bucks against the chain again, then exhales sharply through the vents in his mask, a trickle of sweat tracing a clear path through the blood on his face. Growling low, he gestures with one hand for the camera to come closer; the operator does so, albeit very cautiously, and it’s clear the poor sap is having a hard time not shaking.
The Lab Rat King laughs, low and raspy, leaning forward until the chain goes tight and his amber eyes fill most of the frame.
“Meet me again, heartbreaker. But this time, I want you to come for me face to face… on my grounds. A Lab Rat belongs in a cage! No set of ropes or rules could hope to hold me back. We need STEEL AND BOLTS! METAL AND MUSCLE! BONES AND BARS!!”
King reels back, a gurgling snarl rising in his throat. He coughs, pulling his muzzle off, spraying a red mist of blood from his teeth.
The mutant then looks to the camera again, blood trickling over a full, swollen lower lip. He grins, looking every bit the monster they say he is.
“Meet me in the Cage, Hhhhhheartpounder. Show me how RELENTLESS you are. When WAR comes, you face ME!”
King lunges forward again with an animal scream, and the camera operator yelps audibly as the feed abruptly goes dead.