May 1st 2002..
Terry approached Jake with that friendly looking smile upon his face. His eyes where not of the deceiving kind, Jake sensed no intentions in this one. Terry was just a pup! naive, curios, impulsive. Jake was a mindwalker “cursed” with a set of empathic traits, he could tell that the offering hand of friendship was a fundemental human gesture nothing more. nothing less.. Terry tossed his arm around Jake’s bruised wing and presented him to his own group as a “brother” For months to come Terry would prove to listen, shelter, aid and comfort without expectations. They drank togheter, they sung together, they swept the streets togheter.
Jake was a hound of war. A resilent, thick skinned self-loather with a flammable temper who hated the world and almost everyone in it. He was just about to spend the remaining five weeks of his high-school grad-celebration in pursue of conflict. Jake’s demon demanded blood, it’s thirst was un-imaginable.
“If you’re miserable, all you gotta do is make someone else even more miserable than yourself”
Now, where the fuck was the old lady hiding..? Jake could swear he’d swept the entire compound twice that evening after he’d bottled that flask of vodka. Still.. nowhere to be found! There was a lot of ground to cover at the festival and probably well over 2000 attendants. He knew she was hiding in the arms of that scrawny looking mono-brow twat somewhere.. He eventually decided it was about time to head back over to his crew’s bus and make further inquiries.
Some big mouthed rich kid with a respectable frame that screamed for an attitude adjustment would soon prove to become a viable victim. Size was of no concern to Jake, not like this was the first golem he’d put down in his young life. This was his domain who the fuck did this spoiled brat think he was? “Oi! you think you can just parade your way in here like you own the fucking place boy? I don’t like you get the fuck out of my mirror before I dismantle that pretty looking head of yours and use it for ballsports” Jake gave the kid a moment to stand and move up close and personal just the way he liked it.. All Jake was fantasizing about at this point was this kid’s head, bashed in, and the way his face would have looked all bent-up and twisted, just like one of those G.I Joe figures he used to dismember and torch with fire as a kid. It’s when you actually destroy something, brutalize it, that it always ends up looking all warped and disfigured, slightly surreal and not even human and that’s what makes it so easy to keep molesting it, go on fucking, and hurting it and smashing until you’ve obliterated it, proving and convincing yourself that annhilation is a natural state for the human soul, and that nature has gifted humanity with devices that enables people to do so and ease the burden for them, a way of turning rightous men and women into rabid animals fully capable of breaking the law without any fear of consequence.
The bus corridor was narrow and without much room to manouver, the douchebag’s breath smelled like dog-shit despite the fact that Jake was heavily intoxicated on alcohol adrenalin had seeped into his system and heightened his senses. PTSD kicked in like a spark-plug ignition the moment he drew first blood by unleashing a right-hook to Jake’s chin. Before the clumpsy kid had even managed to retain his balance Jake snug up underneath him and answered the call with a razor shaved head that hit the motherfucker right in the mouth. Jake took a moment to mesmerize his victim by gazing through the window of his soul, locate his fear centre, then ensnare it the way a serpent slowly squeezes the life out of it’s prey..
Despite the fact that Jake had a dense frame and should have been slow manouvering because of his build the mug was still recovering from the struck of Jake’s responding blow which was followed up by a lunge that sent the douchebag ramming into one of the available seat sections so that Jake could lock him up nice and tight with nowhere to run.. Now all he had to do was to introduce him to his mittens, and show the fucker what Jake’s hurtlocker looked like on the inside.
Jake misfired slightly and landed a couple of blows to his cranium but the majority of his strikes did home in quite nicely at guy’s not so much longer “pretty” looking face. Jake mainly focused his efforts toward his right eye, he wanted to open it up, study what the underlying surface looked like. But, it wouldn’t be mattering for that much longer, Jake just wanted to ramdoze the motherfucker!
Jake’s victim was starting to cover up too well for his combinations to have their desired effect. Jake took notice to his ribs they where exposed, he accepted that as an open invitation to potentially bust out a few of his chops. He grabbed the asshole by the the neck with a locktite two-handed grip and began landing knees, three. no, maybe four of them. Jakey then decided it was time to start hauling the bastard off the bus.
As Jake dragged him down the narrow corridor like a duffle bag under the glorious eyesight of the remaining passified crowd that was still occupying a couple of the sections, some of em probably to drunk out of their heads to even understand what’s going on, the others frozen stiff by bearing witness to this moment which was something they had never witnessed before. The fat cunt suddenly began lashing out with his arms in an obvious but clumpsy effort of defending himself. Didn’t work out all to well for him. Jake was unsure whether any of his strikes managed to hit him or not, or even glance him? Adrenalin-overload and un-imaginable rage began manifesting from within thus overriding his senses. Jake’s been bruised by the beast, kept his opponent appeased by keeping up with his flame his soul is released, and he’s in for a hellride as his body shifts to his chaosform. Pain had no effect on him in that state, he was euphoric and jacked out of his head on endorphines, leaving him only capable of frame by frame recordings in between the sequences of blackouts while he himself was taking fire.
The declaration of dominance progressed down the narrow corridor and Jake tossed his prey over in section after section while landing one hammerstrike after another. As they where about to reach the front entreance of the bus Jake lunged at the fucker and sent him halfway out the driver section window and got of a couple of well placed hits to his jaw while the kid’s stupid looking face got aquainted with the side-mirror of the large passenger carrier. Jake bet it laughed at his reflection “He knew he did” The kid was tough he’d give that much of a credit to the mug for not passing out on him just yet. Adrenalin certainly does that from time to time, each individual has their own tollerance levels for taking a beating.
It’s closing hour and Jake manages to get a good two-hand grip at the guy’s sweather and pulls off a drag N’ toss that sends the guy flying down the stairs at the front entrance, but before the guy had managed to set his left foot down at the last staircase with the other touching the pavement at the outside Jake swiftly managed to grab the kid’s hood and pulled him back inside so he fell to the stairs landing on his side. It was the perfect opportunity for Jake to introduce him to his trustworthy M.402 bootheel.
“Good night asshole..”