There is mud everywhere. In some places its piled as high as twenty feet over the desolate landscape. Big earth moving machines sit still cooling from the day's work. The buildings are all finally down, and all that the property needs is a once over for leveling. "Ichabod" looks around at the land that used to be the setting for the real Ichabod's high school. In the past year, it has been torn down to make room for a Super Wal-Mart. "Ichabod" steps carefully through the muck in his boots, measuring out using Ichabod's memory exactly where everything was. Here was the office. Here was Ichabod's parking spot. Here were the tennis courts, the steep hill on the home side of the football field, the walkway to the fieldhouse. As "Ichabod" stands in the middle of the area where the fieldhouse was once erected,he realizes that this is where Ichabod used to have wrestling practice everyday in high school. He had once brought Wafer up here to see it. They were great friends back then. That was the past, and the past no longer matters.
I know you wait to get your hands on me Wafer, Justin Payne. Your cockiness won't let ever let you see how much you are in the dark about the shit you are about to step into. You know a hell of a lot more about Ichabod than anyone else, I'll give you both that, but this isn't Ichabod you are up against. I don't care what the card says, its not Ichabod. You all made a mistake when you ignored me in the past, for now you don't even know my name. If you don't know my name, how can you know me? How can you possibly plan for the unexpected?
You've both been known in the past for achieving the impossible, but I don't know how much I can express and emphasize that this is not the past. I have the advantage in this case. I've known you both for more than two years, followed your careers, watched your rises and falls, your successes and failures. I know more about both of you than you could think a stranger would know. I know that Justin Payne was once beaten by Wicked D on an untelevised show. I know that Wafer was once saved from electric shock by a broken speaker in UPW by a man named Psycho. I know things you've probably both forgotten, because I've had nothing but time. What do you know about me? Anything at all? Here's a hint, its nothing in Ichabod's past.
You are both leaping before you look by assuming that I'm not going to be more than a handful for you on Malice. Wafer, you are a marine, you should know about recon and doing research on your enemy before you attack. How can such a hero as you lead yourself blindly into a situation like this? What exactly did you learn in the military? How to fight and be cocky? I thought you knew how to fight and be cocky before you signed up, so is it safe to say it was a waste of time for you to join the Marines? Hey maybe you should stop bragging about it now, because it isn't doing you any good as far as I can see.
"Ichabod" climbs up and sits in one of the Kennis Brick Cranes. He fires it up and listens to the engine roar. He smiles feeling a little like Tim Allen on this powerful machine.
Its been a long time, and I've been a long time coming. I've suffered through life and death, but there is no turning back now. This is what makes me, this is what I am. You can hate me, but I won't stop. Hate yourselves, because I spent too long being jealous of you. Soon you will be the jealous ones. I'm the biggest threat ever to come to any of you, because I can be thwarted but not stopped. You both think success is power, but it isn't. Knowledge is power, and I have more than you'll ever know. I had to work hard and never give up until I made it. I had to change, something neither of you will ever do. Now I have the chance to take both of you to the threshold, something no Ichabod, Wicked D, Smoke Dawg, Reverend, Zero, Chris Conner, 2Dope, Velocity, Frost, Ice, or Phuze could ever do.
Its not a game anymore to me, but you two still play. There is a thin line between friends and enemies in your lives. I've seen so many join you and turn on you, and you do the same to everyone of them. It doesn't matter if it stays a game to you, because I've stopped grieving for lost chances. This is my chance, and its with you two again. Is it odd to find someone waiting for the chance to beat you, drooling backstage to face you? You both brag about how everyone wants a piece of you, I've heard it, but no one has as long as I have. I'm the patient one who eventually wins. Just one chance to be satisfied is all I ask, the moment so precious that the whole world will catch itself in its breath when we clash.
I've spent a lonely time planning this new disease for fucking up the both of you. I adore the lonliness now, and from what each of you did to me, you Wafer, you Payne, and all your frenemies, I'm deranged to the point of no return, and I accept it, and I will never be the same. You love the flash, the flair, the fame, fine. The thrill will rush through you like adrenaline one last time before I decimate the both of you, removing two more names from my two year old hitlist. When the smoke clears and the song and dance is over, and I've shut you both up to bleed, you will finally see that I am awesome.
"Ichabod" suddenly grabs the gears of the crane and lifts its load high into the air. He swings it dangerously over to the left and extends the boom far out over the boundaries of the school's property. He suddenly lets go over the load and watches it crash down on the old Quincey's building.
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