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(The screen is black. Dark. In the background is a faint rustling, but there is never a clear picture)It's too bad your mother isn't here anymore, Jay.
(The voice slithers from the darkness like a demon in search of prey. In true Kindred fashion, the is still black and will stay that way.)
It's too bad that you can't waste our time with another tear-jerking tale about how she'd always ask you when you'd be back everytime you left.
(It makes you focus on the message.)
And what were the answers again, Jay?
(The meaning)
"Eight"?
(The content)
"Five"?
(Every single word)
"I ain't going nowhere, mom. I ain't going nowhere but up?"
(And that is scarier than any clever little vignette could ever even dream to be)
But it's just like you said.
(So listen closely)
Momma ain't here to stop you anymore. But what would the answer be this time, Jay?
(Listen to the nightmare as its voice rips through your very being like a pandemic)
What would the answer be when little ol'momma rang the dinner bell, stopped churning that butter and singing those old gospel hymnals just long enough to ask you when you'd be home this time, Jay?
(Because in San Antonio, Texas, that is precisely what it will do to Jay Devereaux)
"Why not basketball?"
"Why not football?"
"Why not something where my baby could grow up and be a big CEO one day?"
Such loving concern in her voice, Jay. Maybe you should have listened because your big shot here in the WWA is going to be very short lived.
Oh, I'm afraid that you aren't stepping in the ring with EVD, Armaan, or Damian Thorne, like you had hoped.
Oh no.
Not at all.
You are stepping in the ring with a living, breathing nightmare, Jay. The kind that would have you waking up in your sleep hollaring for ol'Momma.
I'm the *beep*ing boogeyman, Jay. Your own personal ferryman to Hell.
So if you were hoping that you'd get a crack at Armaan, EVD, or Thorne, then I hate to be the one that disappoints you.
Because you aren't getting off that easy. I'm going to use you to send a message to someone very special. Someone I know will be watching. Someone that we have unfinished business with.
Kash.
But you should feel honored, Jay. You are the sacrificial lamb. The vessel of pure blood that must be spilt.
He is watching, Jay. He is watching and I have a message for Him. And I will paint that message for Him drops of your crimson life.
So please, don't feel unimportant in the greater scheme of things, Jay. There always has to be that first victim. That one trigger that sets everything else off.
That one spark in the midst of a pool of gasoline.
That is you, Jay. That is your part. That is your role.
And it will be appreciated and understood by Him. As Kash sits in whatever corner of the universe He has been hiding from us in, He will understand.
He will know our intentions. And He will sh*beep*it himself in fear.
So, in a way, you were right, Jay. You aren't going anywhere but up. Only you are going up to that giant wasteland in Heaven.
That is what Momma would want.
So what would you say if she asked you when you'd be back this time, Jay?
Let me answer that for you...
"never."
(there is a brief, demonic chuckle.)
(End)