Post by Supreme Machine on Sept 21, 2021 9:48:38 GMT -5
Path of Destruction Chapter 1: “Masters of Macabre pt.2”
A large, sharp dressed man walks briskly down a sidewalk. Long black hair tied to a neat ponytail, face hidden behind a pair of shades and a surgical mask. A phone rings in his pocket and he picks it up. “Hello? Yes, this is Dr. Rivers. You sure? Alright, I’ll be right there.”
The man pockets the phone and lets out a deep sigh, hailing a cab as he does. Ever since his primary patient had escaped from the asylum he was committed to, Dr. Rivers had been wracking his brain, going crazy trying to figure out where the beast was and what he was after. The words left as hints didn’t seem to fit anything. Duke. Savage. Masters of Macabre.
Deep in thought, the doctor arrived at a nearby Police Precinct. He was rushed into a room with several detectives pouring over what looks like Security footage. The lead investigator turns to greet him. “Dr. Rivers I presume? I am detective Pryce. This is my colleague, Detective Walsh.”
The doctor nodded to both men and spoke up. “Let’s cut to the chase. I was told on the phone that you might have something on my escaped patient?” His voice was nervous, borderline shaking. The image he saw from the padded cell the beast had fled from haunted his dreams. A dead orderly lying in a pool of blood and a message painted in said blood.
“Yes. We had two officers end up dead two nights ago. Took us this long to get the security footage on them. This is what we saw.” Detective Pryce sounded agitated, and now Dr. Rivers understood why. He quietly nodded and the men turned to look at the nearby screen that began showing grainy black and white footage.
“Officers Fury and Page responded to a breaking and entering call in a rundown district of the city. When they arrived at the scene, they saw a shop with it’s door ripped open from the hinges” Detective Walsh explained as the events unfolded on the screen. Two officers are seen coming into the view through an opening, flashlights circling around the storefloor.
“Both officers were considered top of the line. Used to dealing with the riffraff that populate the rougher parts of the town. But they weren’t ready for this.” Det. Pryce narrated with a somber voice as on the screen we see one of the officers suddenly fire their weapon, and then a massive frame move rapidly across the floor, shoving the smaller, female officer into the wall with brutal force. The male officer unloaded his gun on the assailant, but that seemed to have no effect as the attacker merely turned, closed the distance between them in moments and lifted the male officer up into the air by the throat. As the doctor stared at the footage in horror, we saw the officers legs kick in the air as he desperately struggled, landing blow after blow on the head of the attacker, but it was all for naught. Finally the trashing ceased and the attacker threw the officers body to the ground like a ragdoll. He then stalked to the female officer, glancing down on her and placing something on her hand, before lifting his leg and stomping down on her chest with full force. After that, the assailant turned to look right at the camera and cocked his head from side to side, disappearing into the night afterwards.
“Officer Page was strangled to death. Officer Fury died of a massive blunt force trauma to the chest.” Detective Walsh clarified in a nigh-robotic tone. As if he himself was refusing to believe it.
“How do you know this was my patient?” Dr. Rivers inquired. He couldn’t deny the fact that it looked a lot like the man he knew as Supreme Machine, but the image was grainy and dark. He couldn’t be sure. He didn’t want to be sure. Because if it was him, this was all on his conscience.
“You saw him lean down before ending Officer Fury. From her hand we found this.” Detective Pryce showed an old dictation machine. On the label was written a message that chilled the blood in the veins of Dr. Rivers.
“For the good doctor: Analyze this…”
The detectives saw the look on Rivers’ face and nodded to each other, the lead investigator placing the machine down and pressing play. “We’ve listened to this several times. And we’re hoping you might be able to figure this out better than we did”
*click*
We hear heavy breathing and then a deep, gravely voice speaks out in a booming voice. A voice devoid of any emotion. Flat and monotone. As if emanating from a speech synthesizer, albeit without any digitized effects. It is a human voice, but it feels distinctly inhuman.
“Masters of Macabre is drawing near… the first blood has been drawn. Inside a larger war a smaller one rages hotter than ever before. We see it and we relish in it.
Duke. Proud of his deeds, his accomplishments. A big fish in a small pond. Seeing us as just another challenger. Just another obstacle to overcome.
Failing to see the forest from the trees. Who, and what he is doesn’t matter. We have traversed the bloodiest paths, the most brutal environments for well over a decade… and during that time we have seen it all. We see beyond the surface. Beyond the good looks and the arrogant demeanour.
And what do we see? We see a coddled prodigy. One not so different from what we once were. One about to be torn down piece by piece by the harsh realities of the world. From your small pond you do not see yourself or us as what we truly are. You see a monster to slay. And you see a white knight galloping to slay the monster.
We see a predator and the prey. This is not XWF Duke. This is not your small pond on the side of the road. OCW is a different beast. And the OCW you knew ceased to exist the moment we stepped back through the doors. We represent something OCW has never seen before or since our time here. Anything you’ve done prior, anyone you’ve beat prior Masters of Macabre is completely irrelevant.
If you wish to survive that fateful date in London… You must rethink your entire strategy. Your entire approach. This is the big leagues Duke… And we are the gatekeeper. Everywhere we have gone, we have reigned supreme. OCW is no different.
We did not return earlier because we saw nobody worth our time. We returned now because you have the potential to give us the thrill of the hunt, the battle we desire. Because contrary to what you think… We see beyond what you present. We see ourselves. We see what we were.
To become the Hunter… you must first be hunted. To become the Predator, you must first survive. And to be the Apex Predator, you must survive on your own. Before October 10th we will rid you of those who would make you weaker by aiding you. We will tear up your support network and we will break whatever safety harness you are relying on. At Masters of Macabre Duke, you will stand to the greatest test of your short life… alone. Whether you survive, fall or triumph will be down to you and you alone.
Anyone who tries to interfere or manipulate the outcome… will suffer a gruesome fate. Be it Pryce. Be it Page. Be it Fury. Or anyone else. Like chaff before the wind the weak will fall until there is nobody to save you. Nobody to aid you. And you will face your fate alone.
This is not David vs Goliath. This is not a fairytale of a Knight slaying the dragon. This is reality. And whatever you believe you knew of this world shall be shattered at Masters of Macabre. Do not make the mistake of thinking of us as a mere monster. We are not the boogeyman. We are not the mindless brute so many try to paint us as.
We call ourselves Supreme Machine because it captures the essence of what we are. A force forged from pain and blood. Created to impose its will on the weak. Cold. Calculating. Unrelenting. Strike us down and we will rise up. Evade us and we will pursue. There is no escape. No reprieve. There is only the inevitable defeat.
Stay down and live to fight another day. Persist on fighting and we will now hesitate to end you. A prodigy cut down before his prime. The future of this business ended in an instant. You are not ready to hold the Savage title. You are not ready for the realities it entails.
After Masters of Macabre you will know the true extent of the word Savage. And you will never again look at the mirror and see the same face. Masters of Macabre will change you Duke. Permanently. Profoundly. Whether you emerge a better man or a broken husk is up to you…
Survive if you can. We will be waiting...
*click*
A silence falls in the room with the three men. The investigators looked intently at Dr. Rivers. “So. Do you get anything worthwhile out of that?” Det. Welsh asked quietly.
Dr. Rivers scratched his chin thoughtfully before responding. “Atleast we now know Duke is a person. One that he sees as a rival. We also know a date and a location. Now we just need to find him and warn him”
“Warn him of what?” Det. Pryce piped up.
“Of Supreme Machine. He isn’t going to stop until he gets what he is after. And this Duke better be ready when he finds him. Otherwise… It will be macabre”
A large, sharp dressed man walks briskly down a sidewalk. Long black hair tied to a neat ponytail, face hidden behind a pair of shades and a surgical mask. A phone rings in his pocket and he picks it up. “Hello? Yes, this is Dr. Rivers. You sure? Alright, I’ll be right there.”
The man pockets the phone and lets out a deep sigh, hailing a cab as he does. Ever since his primary patient had escaped from the asylum he was committed to, Dr. Rivers had been wracking his brain, going crazy trying to figure out where the beast was and what he was after. The words left as hints didn’t seem to fit anything. Duke. Savage. Masters of Macabre.
Deep in thought, the doctor arrived at a nearby Police Precinct. He was rushed into a room with several detectives pouring over what looks like Security footage. The lead investigator turns to greet him. “Dr. Rivers I presume? I am detective Pryce. This is my colleague, Detective Walsh.”
The doctor nodded to both men and spoke up. “Let’s cut to the chase. I was told on the phone that you might have something on my escaped patient?” His voice was nervous, borderline shaking. The image he saw from the padded cell the beast had fled from haunted his dreams. A dead orderly lying in a pool of blood and a message painted in said blood.
“Yes. We had two officers end up dead two nights ago. Took us this long to get the security footage on them. This is what we saw.” Detective Pryce sounded agitated, and now Dr. Rivers understood why. He quietly nodded and the men turned to look at the nearby screen that began showing grainy black and white footage.
“Officers Fury and Page responded to a breaking and entering call in a rundown district of the city. When they arrived at the scene, they saw a shop with it’s door ripped open from the hinges” Detective Walsh explained as the events unfolded on the screen. Two officers are seen coming into the view through an opening, flashlights circling around the storefloor.
“Both officers were considered top of the line. Used to dealing with the riffraff that populate the rougher parts of the town. But they weren’t ready for this.” Det. Pryce narrated with a somber voice as on the screen we see one of the officers suddenly fire their weapon, and then a massive frame move rapidly across the floor, shoving the smaller, female officer into the wall with brutal force. The male officer unloaded his gun on the assailant, but that seemed to have no effect as the attacker merely turned, closed the distance between them in moments and lifted the male officer up into the air by the throat. As the doctor stared at the footage in horror, we saw the officers legs kick in the air as he desperately struggled, landing blow after blow on the head of the attacker, but it was all for naught. Finally the trashing ceased and the attacker threw the officers body to the ground like a ragdoll. He then stalked to the female officer, glancing down on her and placing something on her hand, before lifting his leg and stomping down on her chest with full force. After that, the assailant turned to look right at the camera and cocked his head from side to side, disappearing into the night afterwards.
“Officer Page was strangled to death. Officer Fury died of a massive blunt force trauma to the chest.” Detective Walsh clarified in a nigh-robotic tone. As if he himself was refusing to believe it.
“How do you know this was my patient?” Dr. Rivers inquired. He couldn’t deny the fact that it looked a lot like the man he knew as Supreme Machine, but the image was grainy and dark. He couldn’t be sure. He didn’t want to be sure. Because if it was him, this was all on his conscience.
“You saw him lean down before ending Officer Fury. From her hand we found this.” Detective Pryce showed an old dictation machine. On the label was written a message that chilled the blood in the veins of Dr. Rivers.
“For the good doctor: Analyze this…”
The detectives saw the look on Rivers’ face and nodded to each other, the lead investigator placing the machine down and pressing play. “We’ve listened to this several times. And we’re hoping you might be able to figure this out better than we did”
*click*
We hear heavy breathing and then a deep, gravely voice speaks out in a booming voice. A voice devoid of any emotion. Flat and monotone. As if emanating from a speech synthesizer, albeit without any digitized effects. It is a human voice, but it feels distinctly inhuman.
“Masters of Macabre is drawing near… the first blood has been drawn. Inside a larger war a smaller one rages hotter than ever before. We see it and we relish in it.
Duke. Proud of his deeds, his accomplishments. A big fish in a small pond. Seeing us as just another challenger. Just another obstacle to overcome.
Failing to see the forest from the trees. Who, and what he is doesn’t matter. We have traversed the bloodiest paths, the most brutal environments for well over a decade… and during that time we have seen it all. We see beyond the surface. Beyond the good looks and the arrogant demeanour.
And what do we see? We see a coddled prodigy. One not so different from what we once were. One about to be torn down piece by piece by the harsh realities of the world. From your small pond you do not see yourself or us as what we truly are. You see a monster to slay. And you see a white knight galloping to slay the monster.
We see a predator and the prey. This is not XWF Duke. This is not your small pond on the side of the road. OCW is a different beast. And the OCW you knew ceased to exist the moment we stepped back through the doors. We represent something OCW has never seen before or since our time here. Anything you’ve done prior, anyone you’ve beat prior Masters of Macabre is completely irrelevant.
If you wish to survive that fateful date in London… You must rethink your entire strategy. Your entire approach. This is the big leagues Duke… And we are the gatekeeper. Everywhere we have gone, we have reigned supreme. OCW is no different.
We did not return earlier because we saw nobody worth our time. We returned now because you have the potential to give us the thrill of the hunt, the battle we desire. Because contrary to what you think… We see beyond what you present. We see ourselves. We see what we were.
To become the Hunter… you must first be hunted. To become the Predator, you must first survive. And to be the Apex Predator, you must survive on your own. Before October 10th we will rid you of those who would make you weaker by aiding you. We will tear up your support network and we will break whatever safety harness you are relying on. At Masters of Macabre Duke, you will stand to the greatest test of your short life… alone. Whether you survive, fall or triumph will be down to you and you alone.
Anyone who tries to interfere or manipulate the outcome… will suffer a gruesome fate. Be it Pryce. Be it Page. Be it Fury. Or anyone else. Like chaff before the wind the weak will fall until there is nobody to save you. Nobody to aid you. And you will face your fate alone.
This is not David vs Goliath. This is not a fairytale of a Knight slaying the dragon. This is reality. And whatever you believe you knew of this world shall be shattered at Masters of Macabre. Do not make the mistake of thinking of us as a mere monster. We are not the boogeyman. We are not the mindless brute so many try to paint us as.
We call ourselves Supreme Machine because it captures the essence of what we are. A force forged from pain and blood. Created to impose its will on the weak. Cold. Calculating. Unrelenting. Strike us down and we will rise up. Evade us and we will pursue. There is no escape. No reprieve. There is only the inevitable defeat.
Stay down and live to fight another day. Persist on fighting and we will now hesitate to end you. A prodigy cut down before his prime. The future of this business ended in an instant. You are not ready to hold the Savage title. You are not ready for the realities it entails.
After Masters of Macabre you will know the true extent of the word Savage. And you will never again look at the mirror and see the same face. Masters of Macabre will change you Duke. Permanently. Profoundly. Whether you emerge a better man or a broken husk is up to you…
Survive if you can. We will be waiting...
*click*
A silence falls in the room with the three men. The investigators looked intently at Dr. Rivers. “So. Do you get anything worthwhile out of that?” Det. Welsh asked quietly.
Dr. Rivers scratched his chin thoughtfully before responding. “Atleast we now know Duke is a person. One that he sees as a rival. We also know a date and a location. Now we just need to find him and warn him”
“Warn him of what?” Det. Pryce piped up.
“Of Supreme Machine. He isn’t going to stop until he gets what he is after. And this Duke better be ready when he finds him. Otherwise… It will be macabre”
