Post by Morbid Angel on Jan 19, 2006 21:52:59 GMT -5
The Death of Ertzibet Bathory!
On this day the Blood Countess Ertzibet Bathory was found dead in her home just outside the German boarder. Apparently since the last argument between Morbid and her was over her constant use of drugs. Morbid is very against Drug use and she knew that but did them anyway.
Morbid and Bathory have been fighting on and off for the last year pissing each other off then leaving. The last conversation was about a week ago when Morbid told Bathory to f*ck off. Bathory tried to act like she didn’t mind going away and not returning.. But you can see the tears well up in her eyes. Morbid was cold as ice and had no compassion. The friendship that he and her had was something entertaining but his feelings for her were the same as anyone else who betrayed him!
Morbid was at home when he got the call. It was 3AM and Morbid could not sleep. He sat in his black leather arm chair and was reading when the phone rang. Morbid looked at the phone and knew something was wrong and quickly picked it up. Vogel was on the other side. He explained to Morbid that Bathory Overdosed with Heroin. Morbid calmly said the word “Alright” and Vogel proceeded to explain the steps that were going to be taken. Bathory and Morbid had both decided long ago that if Morbid was to die Bathory would do the embalming. And if Bathory was to die first them Morbid would do her Embalming. But does it count if they were arguing? People could noticeably see the problems they were having. Bathory getting a big head after minor success with her last book called “Blood, Fire, and Ice”. She would walk around using words that most would not even understand.. Even Morbid Angel had no idea what she was talking about half the time... and he has a medical degree!
Morbid would never walk like he is better than anyone unless he hated you to death! Morbid hates all living creatures and will proceed to be this way until the end of his days!
The Body of the Blood Countess was on its way to Morbid Angel’s Mortuary in Munich Germany.
Morbid prepped the room for the arrival in the early evening. He had his empty blood tank beside him and a embalming pump next to it with various sized scalpels and metal clamps lined on a table ready to go.. Morbid sits in a wooden chair against the wall and looks at the table.
Morbid-“ Death is something that is going to come one day. I view it as the doorway out of this place! Bathory you disgraced yourself and our business! Drugs are a big no no and you did them anyway! I will deal with you later!
Now Eric hardcastle! Aww... a little mad about your head? Or maybe the boss pissing himself after I thrashed his body guards? Doesn’t matter! I stepped into the ring and fucked up Immune! I fucked up those body guards! I fucked up Z Master and I even fucked you Up.. Now that is entertainment! Did you hear that crowd... It was crying for you! I heard it! They love you and just because they do means I must end your life! I have to hurt these ignorant fools! Your propaganda and your Christian ways will not interfere with my way of business! And after I smash your fucking face into the ground... you will look up into the spotlights above and wonder what just happened.. Then I will look over you and you will see your Angel! It is me! The Morbid one! And I will cast you to hell so I can torture you again and again! Think about it.. Being tortured has to be a horrible feeling.. But torturing someone.. That is just wonderful! You are their god! You control their Pain! I have had a lot of pain in my life Hardcastle! Have you ever just sat their and thought back on something that hurt so bad? Thought so deeply that you can almost feel it and you flinch because it was so real? I do Hardcastle.... And you should to. Prepare yourself for this. I am not one of the good ol boys that people talk about. I am the darkness that you only heard stories about. I am the Evil one that you were warned about.. And I am so full of hate that I could burst killing innocent people by the dozens! But what keeps me from going off into a blind rage harming people that have done nothing? Simple.. I want to live another day to hurt more! You Hardcastle will be just another victim in my ever going conquest to.. Well.. Hurt people. The blood Lust! Hardcastle.. When I saw your blood I almost lost it! I knew you were a human.. But one with such soft skin! I barely hit you and you bleed! You act like I crushed your skull! Its not that bad if you sit back and think about it. Well not as much can be said to Immune... Just because I teamed with the man does not mean I am friends with him! He thought he can overshadow Morbid Fucking Angel! No one will ever talk to me like that! Not as long as I have the power to fuck people up! Maybe when I am 60 and no longer able to kick ass! But by then I hope I die so I don’t have to get old and decrepit. But if I do.. I will carry a gun so those c unts will get shot!
Immune. I hope you cannot feel your legs! I hope that you are the next Superman! Because now every time your wife shows you the mirror you will see my face! Every time you close your eyes you will see what I am capable of! I am everything you HATE and everything that needs to die! I just won’t.”
A noise is heard around back. It is most likely the vehicle bringing the body of the Blood Countess Bathory! Morbid runs to the door to answer and the Gurney is pushed in and a clipboard is handed to Morbid Angel. Morbid scribbles his name on the paper and hands it back to the man and almost shoves him out of the room. Morbid locks the door he then picks the body up which was still in the coroner bag and puts it on the table. Morbid unzips the bag and uncovers the one he loves to hate! Ertzibet’s face was pale from the drugs she had been doing.. And well...death. She was wearing a black dress that she was found in.
Morbid looked at her and saw the needle marks on her arms and a look of disgust came across his face! Morbid put his hand on the top of her head and started to speak
Morbid-“ you f*cking bitch! You know how I felt about drugs and you just had to be miss fucking priss! Now look at your self! Not such a high and mighty bitch now are you! YOU THINK YOUR BETTER THAN ME! WELL YOUR F*CKING WRONG!”
Morbid starts to punch Bathorys dead body! Morbid starts to hit her in the chest with all his might! Then Morbid grabs her by her hair.
Morbid-“ I always wanted to do this!”
Morbid starts to beat her face! Then Morbid spins out of control and gabs a broom stick from the corner and starts to wack her in the mid-section with it!
Morbid-“ AHHHHH! AHHHH!!!!”
The broom stick breaks and Morbid throws the broken stick across the room then stomps around looking for something else to hit her with. He kicks over a medical stand and sees a small pointed bone splitter and grabs it off the floor and runs back over to the table jumping on top of Bathory and starts to stab her in the chest!
Morbid-“ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Morbid stabbed her 30 some-odd times before he threw the splitter and fell backwards off the table landing on his back! Morbid was tired and sort of still angry and a bit confused. Morbid sits there for a few seconds before jumping up and starts to kick her in the side of the head!
Morbid-“ Fucking Bitch!”
Morbid stops that and falls back into the chair and looks at her. Moments go by and Morbid sits there breathing heavy looking at the only person he has ever trusted oozing from multiple chest puncture and a crushed nose. She was starting to bruise. Morbid put his head in his hands. His knuckles were bloody from punching her, Morbid runs his hands through his hair and stands up again.
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ do you feel better now?”
Morbid-“ Don’t talk to me”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ you know she is scheduled for an Open casket tomorrow.”
Morbid-“ shit!”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ Just wondering, how do you plan on fixing that nose?”
Morbid says not a word and leaves the room heading up stairs. Morbid goes into the kitchen and fixes himself a cup of tea and takes a seat.
Then the scene fades to a blood red!
(OOC- its been a week to remember so I am trying to find time to work on my roleplay. I will have part two up before the deadline but I am posting this in case Hardcastle wants to do more he will have something to work off of. )
On this day the Blood Countess Ertzibet Bathory was found dead in her home just outside the German boarder. Apparently since the last argument between Morbid and her was over her constant use of drugs. Morbid is very against Drug use and she knew that but did them anyway.
Morbid and Bathory have been fighting on and off for the last year pissing each other off then leaving. The last conversation was about a week ago when Morbid told Bathory to f*ck off. Bathory tried to act like she didn’t mind going away and not returning.. But you can see the tears well up in her eyes. Morbid was cold as ice and had no compassion. The friendship that he and her had was something entertaining but his feelings for her were the same as anyone else who betrayed him!
Morbid was at home when he got the call. It was 3AM and Morbid could not sleep. He sat in his black leather arm chair and was reading when the phone rang. Morbid looked at the phone and knew something was wrong and quickly picked it up. Vogel was on the other side. He explained to Morbid that Bathory Overdosed with Heroin. Morbid calmly said the word “Alright” and Vogel proceeded to explain the steps that were going to be taken. Bathory and Morbid had both decided long ago that if Morbid was to die Bathory would do the embalming. And if Bathory was to die first them Morbid would do her Embalming. But does it count if they were arguing? People could noticeably see the problems they were having. Bathory getting a big head after minor success with her last book called “Blood, Fire, and Ice”. She would walk around using words that most would not even understand.. Even Morbid Angel had no idea what she was talking about half the time... and he has a medical degree!
Morbid would never walk like he is better than anyone unless he hated you to death! Morbid hates all living creatures and will proceed to be this way until the end of his days!
The Body of the Blood Countess was on its way to Morbid Angel’s Mortuary in Munich Germany.
Morbid prepped the room for the arrival in the early evening. He had his empty blood tank beside him and a embalming pump next to it with various sized scalpels and metal clamps lined on a table ready to go.. Morbid sits in a wooden chair against the wall and looks at the table.
Morbid-“ Death is something that is going to come one day. I view it as the doorway out of this place! Bathory you disgraced yourself and our business! Drugs are a big no no and you did them anyway! I will deal with you later!
Now Eric hardcastle! Aww... a little mad about your head? Or maybe the boss pissing himself after I thrashed his body guards? Doesn’t matter! I stepped into the ring and fucked up Immune! I fucked up those body guards! I fucked up Z Master and I even fucked you Up.. Now that is entertainment! Did you hear that crowd... It was crying for you! I heard it! They love you and just because they do means I must end your life! I have to hurt these ignorant fools! Your propaganda and your Christian ways will not interfere with my way of business! And after I smash your fucking face into the ground... you will look up into the spotlights above and wonder what just happened.. Then I will look over you and you will see your Angel! It is me! The Morbid one! And I will cast you to hell so I can torture you again and again! Think about it.. Being tortured has to be a horrible feeling.. But torturing someone.. That is just wonderful! You are their god! You control their Pain! I have had a lot of pain in my life Hardcastle! Have you ever just sat their and thought back on something that hurt so bad? Thought so deeply that you can almost feel it and you flinch because it was so real? I do Hardcastle.... And you should to. Prepare yourself for this. I am not one of the good ol boys that people talk about. I am the darkness that you only heard stories about. I am the Evil one that you were warned about.. And I am so full of hate that I could burst killing innocent people by the dozens! But what keeps me from going off into a blind rage harming people that have done nothing? Simple.. I want to live another day to hurt more! You Hardcastle will be just another victim in my ever going conquest to.. Well.. Hurt people. The blood Lust! Hardcastle.. When I saw your blood I almost lost it! I knew you were a human.. But one with such soft skin! I barely hit you and you bleed! You act like I crushed your skull! Its not that bad if you sit back and think about it. Well not as much can be said to Immune... Just because I teamed with the man does not mean I am friends with him! He thought he can overshadow Morbid Fucking Angel! No one will ever talk to me like that! Not as long as I have the power to fuck people up! Maybe when I am 60 and no longer able to kick ass! But by then I hope I die so I don’t have to get old and decrepit. But if I do.. I will carry a gun so those c unts will get shot!
Immune. I hope you cannot feel your legs! I hope that you are the next Superman! Because now every time your wife shows you the mirror you will see my face! Every time you close your eyes you will see what I am capable of! I am everything you HATE and everything that needs to die! I just won’t.”
A noise is heard around back. It is most likely the vehicle bringing the body of the Blood Countess Bathory! Morbid runs to the door to answer and the Gurney is pushed in and a clipboard is handed to Morbid Angel. Morbid scribbles his name on the paper and hands it back to the man and almost shoves him out of the room. Morbid locks the door he then picks the body up which was still in the coroner bag and puts it on the table. Morbid unzips the bag and uncovers the one he loves to hate! Ertzibet’s face was pale from the drugs she had been doing.. And well...death. She was wearing a black dress that she was found in.
Morbid looked at her and saw the needle marks on her arms and a look of disgust came across his face! Morbid put his hand on the top of her head and started to speak
Morbid-“ you f*cking bitch! You know how I felt about drugs and you just had to be miss fucking priss! Now look at your self! Not such a high and mighty bitch now are you! YOU THINK YOUR BETTER THAN ME! WELL YOUR F*CKING WRONG!”
Morbid starts to punch Bathorys dead body! Morbid starts to hit her in the chest with all his might! Then Morbid grabs her by her hair.
Morbid-“ I always wanted to do this!”
Morbid starts to beat her face! Then Morbid spins out of control and gabs a broom stick from the corner and starts to wack her in the mid-section with it!
Morbid-“ AHHHHH! AHHHH!!!!”
The broom stick breaks and Morbid throws the broken stick across the room then stomps around looking for something else to hit her with. He kicks over a medical stand and sees a small pointed bone splitter and grabs it off the floor and runs back over to the table jumping on top of Bathory and starts to stab her in the chest!
Morbid-“ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Morbid stabbed her 30 some-odd times before he threw the splitter and fell backwards off the table landing on his back! Morbid was tired and sort of still angry and a bit confused. Morbid sits there for a few seconds before jumping up and starts to kick her in the side of the head!
Morbid-“ Fucking Bitch!”
Morbid stops that and falls back into the chair and looks at her. Moments go by and Morbid sits there breathing heavy looking at the only person he has ever trusted oozing from multiple chest puncture and a crushed nose. She was starting to bruise. Morbid put his head in his hands. His knuckles were bloody from punching her, Morbid runs his hands through his hair and stands up again.
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ do you feel better now?”
Morbid-“ Don’t talk to me”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ you know she is scheduled for an Open casket tomorrow.”
Morbid-“ shit!”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ Just wondering, how do you plan on fixing that nose?”
Morbid says not a word and leaves the room heading up stairs. Morbid goes into the kitchen and fixes himself a cup of tea and takes a seat.
Then the scene fades to a blood red!
(OOC- its been a week to remember so I am trying to find time to work on my roleplay. I will have part two up before the deadline but I am posting this in case Hardcastle wants to do more he will have something to work off of. )
