Priest



The scene opens up outside on a cool night in Steel City. The scene is surrounded by large beautiful houses working their way up and down the street...The camera focuses on one certain house...The breeze of the evening blows the wind chimes on the front porch sending the rhythms down the street...The house is an old Victorian style house...We can recently tell that it has been painted with a new coat of white as it stands out a little more than its two neighbors who also have white paint...Headlights come down the street and a car pulls up into the driveway...Its an older Jaguar, we can tell that its a champagne color as the lights from the car reflect off the house as the car pulls in...The car comes to a stop, the outside lights go off and the interior light comes on as the door opens...We can see the figure of a man get out of the car...We can tell that he is wearing a long coat and a hat...He walks up onto the lit porch, turns his back to us and unlocks the door...He steps inside the house...The house is clean, the front room with white carpet and yellow walls. Old paintings hang from the walls, pictures of Jesus on the cross and Bibles on the tables. The man takes his hat and coat off and puts them on the rack behind the front door. We can see that the man is a preacher with the white collar under his black shirt. He seems to be a man of about middle age, a little over weight as his second shin almost covers his collar...He wears glasses that appear to be too small for his face, his hair is parted at the side and not a growth of hair on his face...He nose is somewhat wide, red veins coursing their paths across it, the signs of a drinker. A small Terrier comes from around the corner, tail wagging, to greet his master....

The man bends down, chuckles as the dog leaps up at him and scratching him behind his ears....After a moment of playing with the dog we walks through the living room, stooping to pick up the remote control and turned the TV on to the local news. We see that all the tables in the living room are made of glass and all over them sits cheap sculpted trinkets that only a woman would buy. He then diverts his attention from the TV and goes around the corner to the right and walks into the kitchen...A woman has her back to us as she prepares the evening meal, what she doesn't know, is that it will be her last. The man comes into the kitchen and smiles as he catches a whiff of what she is cooking...She has vegetables and food strung all over the counter as she attempts to get everything done at once...He walks up behind her and gives her a kiss on the cheek, she only smiles at him and he smiles back...He decides to help out and sets the table in the kitchen. They had come to the conclusion several years ago at since the children have all grown there was no point in keeping the large kitchen table and settled for the small one, just for the two of them....He was unaware of why that thought had entered his head, for over the past few days he had been getting very weird feelings, he had even found himself looking over his shoulder several times in the past day or two....He put the thought out of his mind and finished helping out around the kitchen as his wife finished preparing the meal. She took the plates from the table and placed the food on the plates in exactly the same place where she had for the last twenty years....She was a perfectionist, and everything had a way to be done, and a way that it shouldn't be done...The man had filled their glasses with tea as she brought the food over...They sat down to eat


Long day, Jeremiah?

Lord knows it was.....Mrs. Kaleb came to me this afternoon...

Did she now?

Yes, she has quite a problem on her hands. It seems that her oldest son Michael has strayed from the way of the Lord...I have noticed that over the last few weeks I have only seen him in church only but once...

Don't stress yourself over that boy Jeremiah, he is nothing but a hoodlum. I saw him with some other people as I was going to the supermarket two days ago....He looked like he was all hopped up on that dope these kids do these days....

I wish that you would have told me that, I believe that she should know...Because she was telling me that, she too, thinks that he is on some kind of drug....I had told her that it was most likely marijuana...Kids seems to pick that devil grass younger and younger....What is wrong with society today? And the sad thing is, is that he will probably never come back to the Church.

He was such a good boy, I hate that for him....Maybe you should talk to him

Yes, I told her to bring him to my chambers tomorrow...It would be such a shame for him to go down the path that so many kids are going down....

They stop eating as a knock comes from the front door...

Well, now who could this be?

He takes his napkin from his lap, wipes his face and gets up from the table...His wife was a few steps behind as he made his way to the front door...He looked through the peephole and saw nothing on the porch...Just the swing and the gnome statues that have been there forever...He unlocks the door and sticks his head out..The front door then came flying up and Jeremiah straight back..His wife screamed as three men wearing all black from head to toe shot into the room...Their faces were covered by black cloth with a red pentagram in the center as they burst into the room...One of them took Jeremiah down to the ground and tried to roll him over onto his belly...Another man jumped on him also, now over powering Jeremiah...The woman backed off, still screaming, into the living room...She then turned and ran into the kitchen, the last man taking off after her...He was about to go into the kitchen when he jumped back as she came back out wielding a butcher knife, swinging wildly at the hooded man..He retreated his ground as she came foreword, she swung the knife at him again...this time he catches her arm and attempts to take the knife...After a short tussle he yanks the knife from her, and with everything he has he slashes the knife at her throat...He connects, she flails back as a stream of blood shoots from her neck and splatters all over the carpet...She grasps at her throat, blood pouring down her..She looks at her bloodied hands in shock, looks up again to see that the man was coming after her again...She steps back, tripped over the dog that ran under her feet and she fell with a crash into the glass coffee table. Glass and small trinkets went everywhere...On the other side of the room the two other men managed to tie up Jeremiah, we can see his eyes go wide, a look of horror on his face as the cameraman pans back to the lone man and Jeremiahs wife...

The man raises the butcher knife and planted it deep into her chest...She took one heaving breath and that was the last thing she did as she died in the mess of the glass from the coffee table...He then took a pocket knife, carved a pentagram into her head as her husband screamed...They were quick to put duct tape over his mouth...As the man was finished carving into her head they turned the porch lights off, picked up the Priest and took him out of the house. They went off the porch and over to a van...They opened the back and threw him inside...The three men sped away from the scene and into downtown Steel City. After about fifteen minutes or so, they came to the small building that we saw only a few days ago...They drive around to the back and shut off the van. They take the priest out, kicking and fighting his assailant, trying to scream but the tape only muffling it. They lift the man up and take him inside of the building. The close the door and the Priest can see that one of the men, the one that killed his wife was the son of the woman he was talking about over dinner with his wife. They untie the man and rip the tape off of his face...He begins to scream and one of the men backhand him in the face causing blood to flow from his nose...He laid on the ground and cried. Cried for his wife, cried for the misguided boy. He no longer fought them...Two of the men each grabbed an arm and drug him down the hall to two large wood doors...They flung the doors open, hitting the wall with a crash..Lights from candles filled the room. The pentagram on the floor, the huge one on the wall above the podium. Behind the podium, Jaymz. The room is filled with about fifty people ass siting on their knees, looking at the ground...not one even looked up as the door slammed open. The men dragged the Priest into the room, forced him down on his knees in front of Jaymz and the podium. Jeremiah holds his head up, we can see that his eyes are red, tears still stream down his face as he thinks of his deceased wife on the floor in his house....


I know you....I've seen you, you are an evil man

Oh, well now you don't really think of me that way do you? ....Now why would you think that?

The Priest knows that Jaymz is only messing with him. He is a holy man, he thinks that he can change the world, set the world in the direction of his Lord...

Can I speak with you?

Jaymz' eyes narrow, he looks directly at the man...knowing that this man has no weapons or the strength and skill to even harm him

Release the man....Come up here if you so desire...

The two men release the Priest and throw him down face first into the concrete floor. We can see that the man is scared, he shakes as he get up from the floor....He takes two steps up, one step away from the podium...He stands at the top after taking the last step and stands face to face with Jaymz. There is courage in the mans face, faith in his heart. Jaymz steps out from behind the podium and we can see the full black set of clothes he wears...The jacket buttoned up to the neck, the sleeves coming down to his knuckles....The Priest takes one final step closer to the devil incarnate, places his hand upon Jaymz's head and says

May the power of Christ compel you....

Jaymz takes the mans hand away from his head, smiles at the Priest and begins to squeeze his hand, the Priest drops to his knees in pain

You Holy pretentious fool....

As Jaymz uttered the words the Priest screamed in pain as every bone in his hand was crushed...Jaymz then took his foot and kicked the Priest off of the steps back down to his followers...The two men once again grabbed the Priest


Take him now, and you three know where....

Jeremiah begins to scream as the three men haul him out of the room...Jaymz smiles at him as he watches him go, then speaks

You may rise your heads Children....For we have all heard the Holy fool that crossed our path tonight. He is a misled man....A man who believes in Peace...He stood here before me, the Devil Incarnate, The Fifth Crowned Prince and tried to convert my black soul...Do not believe these men, Children. They are full of lies and propaganda...He will turn you away from me, turn you away from Lucifer, Satan, Belial, Leviathan...That man claims to lead you to the path of Truth....I am the only way....Should you hear anyone disrespect me in your daily business, finish them off. We will no longer leave them standing to ignore us. It is our time, and it starts now....Now leave me..But watch your selfs, people are watching....

The men and women from all different races and backgrounds get up without ever looking at Jaymz and silently leave the room

Everyday more people flock to hear what I have to say...I see the looks on their faces, I can read their thought in their heads...They know that everything Evil in this world starts right here. It starts with me. They come here because they are repressed, they come here because they are ignored and hated. It is time for the World to pay for how we have been treated. They refuse to treat us like the rest of society, to cast us back into the shadows. There will be prices to pay, we will let this go on no longer. Should every man in this world be crossed through the River of Styx in their passing, so I shall sit there and watch them scream in pain in the underworld....To watch them beg and plead to me, for them to be sent to another place for an eternity of happiness. They will invoke the unholy Trinity, Invoke the Nine Lords of the Abyss, Invoke me as the Unholy Guardian Demon. There is a death for everyone, some painful..some as quiet as sleep itself...Steel City should be ready, we will no longer sit back and watch as you degrade us and cast us aside....I was to fight Delevega last week, and as for me that didn't go as I had planned it. For it is a shame that such a weak man on the inside can be our Supreme Overlord. As to that, I failed. There is no shame upon that, you cannot have victory in every battle that you fight, but the war is not over. I will be here in the OWC for a long time, and the Free World is at the top of my list of things to mutilate.

There will be punishments for them, even for Delevega himself. I gave him a fight like he had never had before....He was more like an annoying little pest in the ring, always going for my knees....You know, that just showed me that he cannot fight. ...He showed me that on the street, he cannot defend himself. He showed me that if he gets jumped by several men, he will fall to them because there is no fighting skill in him what-so-ever. You know, for weeks I had to hear about how he did all of his fighting in the ring, and now I see why. That kind of shit he does is only good in a small section of space surrounded by ropes. He is a man of fear, he runs with the Free World, he runs with body guards....He knows that his style is only good in the ring...How is he going to keep someone in a submission hold on the street with hes got three other people kicking him in the back of the head? I can see why Delevega has run and hid from fights out of the ring, it just becomes more obvious to me, and everyone else, everyday. There will be a time for Delevega, a time for him to fall at my feet and see what real pain and fighting is all about. So I see that I have been entered into the tournament for a Title shot, again. Thats fine with me, I will take this road to the Title...I will take this road back to the World Title and take it away from him what he thinks he some how earned...So this week to start off the tourney I get to face Gforce. Gforce? ...Do you really think that you can beat me? Does the thought of winning even cross your mind?

Because if it does, I'm sorry that you get the illusion of something that is false. I know that we do have one thing in common Gforce, and that is our hate for the Free World. The one common goal that we have is to see them fall, to see them released from the OWC from the power that they claim...There is a difference in our thinking Gforce....What would you plan on doing if you somehow caused the Free World to fall? Would you make Steel City a better place to live? Would you make it a peaceful place? A place where children can roam the streets? I dont know. As for me, it would be the complete opposite. There would be hell to pay for everyone. They would get to see what it is like for the "normal" people to be shunned into the shadows and ignored. There would be a new rule in this city, and there would only be one Religion in this city. It would be taught by me and Steel City would be a dark place...It would be a place where Evil would thrive...There are places where Evil lives, and Steel City would be that place. It would be a place where Evil would thrive and be a way of life for everyone. You wont be fighting any girls this week Gforce, this week you finally get to meet me in the middle of the ring. You will be the first one to feel the Silence in the Tourney, but don't fret, for you wont be the last. You are only the beginning of things to come, you simply just start what will be a series of beatings that I will lay out in the tournament. So you say that Dealer of Death shit his pants when he found out that he was going up against you in the ring?

....I call bullshit on that. Maybe you are the one that is shitting in your pants this week because you know that you have to go up against the biggest man in the OWC. Can you even handle this kind of strength Gforce? Do you even have the kind of endurance that it takes to stay step for step with me in that ring? Honestly, I don't believe that you do. ..Maybe unlike some of your past opponents, there will be no Paralyzer for me. You can talk of that move all you want to, but when it comes to me there will be no move that you can put me in that will get you a win. There will only be the Silence, and that is what you will hear after our match. People will be shocked and amazed as what I do to you after the bell rings and I claim the victory...That is when the real pain begins...I will leave nothing of you in that ring. People will look at your face after our match and not even recognize your face...You will only be a shell of what you were before our match....This is a fight that you will not win. This is a fight that you cannot win. and this is a fight that might just end up being your last...Ask Red Dragon, he left for a long time after I mutilated him....Or ask Pfeiffer, if he is still here...again. Ask him about it, ask him what happened after out match and how long he was out of commission...The end result will be the same for you Gforce....Do not come into this match with high expectations or a high sense of hope. It will all lead to a series of depression for you, you will see that you tried your hardest, yet to still only fall to the one they call Jaymz.

Count the hours away Gforce because that is all that you have left. ....Just a few mere days away from taking a beating that you have never had before. I will have alot of anger and aggression this week Gforce, and lucky you...You get to be on the receiving side of it all....I will understand if you dont show up at the Arena, but please dont waste my time...Show up like a man and show the world that you are just the same as the rest...Be like the rest and lay bloodied in the ring as just another victim of Jaymz....Be a victim of this unholy evil and see what its like to be destroyed by something subhuman. Come and see what it is like to be beaten by a living Sin. You will renounce all that is Holy and all that is good...You will proclaim that Satan Lucifer is the Lord of this World....You will proclaim Me as the ambassador of His Evil Empire, you will accept him into your soul, only to consume it and bleed the black blood.....Your hell begins now Gforce, so be ready for it...


The scene fades out, but promptly opens back up. This time in downtown Steel City where tall building work their way up into the sky. The streets are still dead at this time of night and the cameraman pans around...Finally he sees something up in the sky...He focuses the camera in on it and we can see that a steel cable has been strung from on top of one of the tall buildings and connected to another across the street. In the center of the steel cable was a thick rope, on the end of that rope was the Priest, Jeremiah. The cameraman focused in one the man and we can see blood dripping from his face, a pentagram carved into his forehead as the scene fades to black...