Ucw: The Story Of The Man, Part Three (7) Man swerved a number of times to avoid the occasional oncoming traffic; luckily the road that the chase was on was fairly deserted. Although he had never driven a bike before he was doing a good job trying to catch up with the other speedsters. The road was new, only just made. Man sped up the bike and was soon side by side with his stolen car. The wind felt like a barrier and his clothes rippled like water in the air. The stealer actually tried to ram into the bike several times but its flexibility was no match for The Man’s new vehicle. The other two had cornered the stolen car into the side barrier. Sparks flew off the car as paint scraped off fastly off the side of the speedster. The Man looked back at the other two who nodded back at him; they knew what he wanted to do. His right leg travelled up the side of the bike and as he was about to be rammed he jumped high into the air. The bike toppled over and by complete luck The Man had managed to grab the top of the car. He manoeuvred himself across the top of the car ready for his attack. He moved over to the left side of the car only barely keeping grip. With his powerful left fist he smashed the window and grabbed hold of the steering wheel. The car span out of control and collided with a fatal blow on the side barrier. The car lifted up and flew over the barrier landing on the grass outside the road, upside down. Ben and Mosh quickly parked up on the road and ran to the blazing car. Ben dragged out Man and Mosh ran to the stealer, dragging him out as well. Both men were completely unconscious; Man had been thrown from the impact high into the air and landed fairly irregularly. The stealer’s head had bounced on the steering wheel basically shattering his skull. Soon after the bodies had been dragged out of the way the car exploded into flame. The large sound woke Man up, miraculously he managed to survive. “Tony, I thought you were dead” Man shook his head and ran to his broken car. “This one’s dead!” shouted Mosh who was on the other side of the car. “I don’t care about him, find that cell phone” the other two weren’t going to disobey their friend, anyway he sounded evil. They looked around the black car, once was proud because of its flashy style and sports gears. Now demoralized because of its current state. Man crawled onto the top of the car that was now the bottom. He could see his cell phone but there was one problem. It had been shattered into many pieces, completely useless. “Shit, fuck bollocks, ARGH” he screamed loudly. Now they had no way to go. He almost broke into a cry, feeling as if all his hope were over. Then from nowhere another ring could be heard. The three chased around for the source. A simple cell phone was neatly taped onto the side barrier with a paper sign that flattered around in the wind; it said “Mr. Sayers” he sprinted quickly over to it and ripped it from it’s gentle seal. His hands were shaking as fast as they possibly could, so Ben instead answered the phone. “Who is it?” “Ah Mr Hulland, tut tut, this phone was meant for Mr. Sayers” “I give you to him” he handed the phone over to The Man who slowly held it up to his ear “what do you want?” “Well Mr. Sayers as you have no way of finding out where I am, I thought that I would be nice for a change and tell you” “go on” “look just by the forest area, through the woods is my house, in my house is my, and your whore of a wife” “don’t call her that!” “Well she is isn’t she? I’ll get into it when you come over ciao” Man looked over to the forest, it probably was a trap but he had to go anyway, he had nowhere else to go. He walked over to his remain of a car and picked up his shotgun which was somehow unharmed by the blast. The other two friends followed unarmed, as they were no sadistic enough to have one. Man was determined to have his family back; on pain of death he was going to make sure that they would survive this ordeal. The three had almost made it, and only in two days. But what really bugged The Man was, why did Jason give them so much time? Maybe he underestimated the group. 6 AM For an hour and a half the group had been trotting through the trees and woodland. Arrows carved into the bark of certain trees were the only things that directed them. These woods never seemed to end; they had been running non-stop since the phone call started. They brought the phone with them in case they got lost, and now they were. Man tapped the buttons on the phone and attempted to connect with Jason once more. After 2 rings the madman had answered “Jason! We need to know where we are going!” the only voice that Man could hear was the gurgling voice of his young child Rebecca. “Rebecca, your okay?” then suddenly she started to cry, a hideous cry that turned into an even more hideous laugh, it was Jason “you like that Mr. Sayers, I just gave your little girl a little boo boo on the arm” “get your hands of her you little prick” “oh, I don’t think your in such a position to tell me what to do Mr. Sayers because you see, I’m here with your family with a knife, your in the middle of the woods with two shots of a shotgun left” “just tell me where you are, so I can kill you” “well that’s a very good proposition for me hmm let me think, okay, you see the tree with the squirrel on it? Go exactly north from that, then after a little while you’ll be face to mask with me, looking forward to it” the line disconnected and The Man looked around for a squirrel. Just like Jason said, there was a squirrel on a tree but how did he know? He decided not to think about it, he knew were to go, he just had to get there. 9 AM Finally the house was in sight, another 3 hours of walking had finally paid off. The house was directly in the middle of the wood. Alienated away from any other means of civilisation. All three men had put their bodies to the limit. Man turned around to both of them, but to his dismay only Ben stood in front of him. “Where the hell is Richard” Ben looked around and to his amazement Man was right, Mosh wasn’t there. “I don’t knew he was a little behind but… I’m so tired, I mustn’t have noticed him getting lost” Man shouted his name aloud several times but to no response. “This may sound cold, but we can’t look for him” Ben’s eyes widened at first but when his friends words sunk in he realised that he was right. “Okay, you go in, I’ll wait out here just in case Richard comes along” Man just nodded and looked at the alone house. It was like any old house, looked like it belonged in the city, not in the wooded areas of New Jersey. All the lights were out and the sun began to rise, just like Man’s hatred to Jason, the mass murderer and his brother-in-law. He walked slowly to the front door that was slightly open already. He grabbed the door tightly, breathed deep and walked in. the house was just like any regular house, the furniture was clean, the house smelled of fresh breakfast, several coats were hung up like normal, shoes in perfect order on a rack the main door. He could see stairs leading up to the second level of the house and decided to take a slow walk up. There were various pictures on the wall of Amy, young and old. Pictures of their parents. It said below it “our real parents” what did this mean? Soon he was up the stairs and was presented with 4 doors. One of them said yet again “Mr. Sayers” he gripped his shotgun even tighter in his hand. He opened up the door and darkness consumed him. The whole study room was black, there was no light switch but he could make out some of the room. A single black chair was visible; an outline of a person was visible. “JASON, WHERE ARE MY FAMILY” “oh there here but first why don’t we have a little chat” “talk with this” he raised his shotgun and squeezed the trigger slightly “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” “why not? Why shouldn’t I end this right now” “because I have a bomb, strapped to your wife’s back and therefore triggered to my heartbeat, so if I go boom, so does she along with your family, I don’t know why you care for Amy so much, she is just the average slut” “why’d you keep calling her that, she isn’t” “oh yes she is, remember about 2 years ago, when she was raped over and over again, I bet she secretly loved it, calling out for more, wanting and craving it” “NO!!” “I bet she was tired of your sexual positions so she just let anyone around the place to show her some more, I bet she absolutely loved it, never had better, or maybe…” “You should shut the fuck up!” “Or maybe, your daughter isn’t your daughter, you ever think about that” “what?” “Well the possibility is there isn’t it, your beloved baby girl may not be yours” “ even so, I’m still her father, no matter what the genes say” “oh cut out all that crap Sayers, I’ve had enough playing all these stupid games, Amy is a fucking slut and that’s final, she destroyed me, she gave me this mask and then burnt it into my face, she is the reason why I never had friends” “you know, I’m glad she did it, I’m glad she ruined your life because your just a sick freak with no mind or soul” “I guess that is true, I tell you what, as you came all this way to see me, if you tell me how much you love my sister, I’ll let her and your family go free” “really?” “Really really” “okay, if that’s what you want, I love her more than my own life, because simply she is my life” “tell me about how good she is in bed go on” Man raged in anger but he had to comply “she is great, always looking on how to make one session most pleasurable to the other person” “now, just to have some fun, how much do you love her…” “I told you” “no, no how much do you love her breasts” “what kind of question is that you fucking pervert” “BOOM BOOM MR SAYERS DON’T TEMPT ME” “okay… they are fine” “more, tell me more about them” “there are just great, yeah! Not too big and not too small, perfect in my eyes” “really now” “ yes really” “I can’t believe you told me all that! I managed to do the same trick on Amy as well” “oh yeah, and what did she say” “first of all, she only loved you for your money, the sex was completely shit, and of course, you have no breasts” “you know what Jason, if that is true I don’t mind” “I’m sorry? Didn’t you just hear me?” “Yes I did, I don’t mind because she is still with me, I don’t mind whether she hates my guts or not as long as I can look at her sweet face every time I wake up in the morning” “wow what a heart-warming speech, what a sensitive side, you have totally changed my opinion about my sister” “yeah, good then” “actually no I was lying to you, I still hate her and I always will” “that picture on the stairs, is that yours and Amy parents?” “Yes, our real parents, after Amy, called Sarah back then, burnt my face into this mask my parents deserted her, then she was given foster parents” “her name was Sarah?” “Yes, when she was deserted she was obtained by an orphanage and they had no official confirmation of her name so the foster parents gave her the name that they were going to give to the child that they miscarried, her real name is Sarah” “well I fell in love with Amy and that’s what I will continue to call her that” “that’s your decision but Sarah or Amy, whatever that bitch is called must pay for her past sins” “what do you mean?” “Ask me another question, that’s a touchy subject for me” “well answer me one thing Jason, how’d you know what would happen to us on our journey before we even knew it” “that’s a good question and I’ll tell you absolutely everything, I knew that you would trace my phone call, otherwise I would never would have phoned, all the people that you encountered on the way here were all paid by me, the police officer, the diner worker and the homeless stealer, all paid to direct you here” “but your just a madman” “yes a madman who thinks about what he is doing and can think very well on how to lure someone into this trap” “why’d you give us so much time” “maybe I underestimated you” “bullshit” “well you are clever aren’t you, I gave you so much time in case you stupid wrestlers, even with all my help, didn’t get here in time” “one more question” “shoot” “why all the trouble to help us if you really want to settle the score with Amy” “Sarah you mean” her name is Amy and you didn’t answer my question” “you really want to know?” “Yes” “get down on your hands and knees to plead for my answer” he did so, he had no choice “please tell me” “okay, as you were so nice in telling me, I’ll tell you” “go on” “at the present moment I am not in front of you” “what? I don’t understand” “I’m speaking to you via, microphone, I’m actually at your estate” “what?” “The tracker was correct, look at the table” Man looked forward, the man was actually a well-crafted wax doll, there was a small table beside the doll. It was the hook for some kind of cordless telephone. “So that’s how you did it” “yes simply through the wonders of cordless telephone, the reason I went into so much trouble to get you here is so that you couldn’t stop me doing what needs to be done” “you tricked me” “yes a very clever illusion, I’m not just a madman Mr. Sayers, I’m not stupid, there is no bomb, I wouldn’t just tell you where I am now would I” “very clever Jason but you forgot one thing” “what’s that?” “You gave me a week to find you, and now I know where you are” “yes I have, but good look finding your way out of that forest” the phone disconnected. Man swallowed hard and ran fast downstairs to Ben. “Are they okay?” Man replied quickly, time was of the complete essence “their not here, there home” a new problem had arisen now, they needed to get out of the forest that took them almost 3 hours to get into. It was going to be harder to get out than it was getting in. Date: July 14th 1998 location: Sayers estate 6 PM She seemed to always cry when she needed to be strong. Jason hadn’t stopped staring at her ever since he caught Tony out. Rebecca hadn’t stopped crying ever since Jason had cut her arm. It was the final day that Jason promised not to kill them for and as Tony had fallen for Jason’s trap all hope had been lost. Amy prayed to god so many times for her husband to die with her, she didn’t want to go to heaven alone. She prayed that they would survive but secretly she knew that she deserved her death. Rachael looked like a complete mess; she shouldn’t have been involved in this catastrophe. They hadn’t been able to have much sleep, as they needed to know whether Jason had phone Tony again. All of them were gagged, their ability to speak taken away. Also there hands were tied so no escape could be made with being killed. Jason stood up; it was the first time he did this for a little while. “Sarah, Sarah, it’s time for us to chat little sister” he reached down and moved the gag away from her delicate lips and mouth “my name is AMY!” Jason just laughed as he grabbed the throat of Amy and lifted her high into the air. Then he dragged her into the kitchen, too make sure that the Rachael didn’t try to escape he punched her hard in the stomach rendering her unconscious. Then he sat down and slammed a knife onto the table almost ordering her to reply to him if he spoke “so Sarah..” “It’s Amy, I won’t talk if you don’t call me that” “okay Amy, something has been bothering me, that little kid in there, Rebecca, who’s is she?” “Amy frowned “Tony’s of course” “well I took the liberty to check it out, I didn’t slice her arm for no reason y’know” “and the test proved my theory right?” “I’m afraid not, Rebecca is not Tony’s, fun while it lasted eh?” the news rocked Amy harshly, Tony did not know this and neither did she “so the guys who raped me, one of them is the father” “yes, and although I hate your guts, no one rapes my sister, so I killed them all” “no… no you… monster” “oh thank you sister, and another question why did you burn my face into a mask” “I don’t remember I was only 3 years old, it was an accident” “an accident my ass” “Jason, please do me one favour” “what, you dirty slut” “let my children go, kill me by all means but not my kids” “how about… no” “please there are not involved in this” “oh yes they are, are they not your children” “yes they are” “well then, you know my answer” “please…” “I tell you what, tell me how much you love Tony, and I’ll let them go” “I’ll do anything” “so…” “I love him too much to describe to a monster, you possibly can’t comprehend a tenth on how much I love him” “okay, tell me now, how good is he in bed?” “Will you let them go if I tell you” a flood of tears cascaded down the delicate skin of Amy “he is the best I’ve ever had, he looks for what others want instead for himself, he is so sensual and …” “and what?” “He satisfies my every sexual erge” “now tell me about his penis” “what? That is just sick, I’m not going to talk about his cock” “if you don’t the others die, so… does it satisfy you?” “Yes, yes it does” “hahahaha, I can’t believe you fell for that, so did your husband, did you know what he said?” “Go on” he said that he didn’t love you, you were a complete shitstreak in bed and yours tits were completely lop sided” “so what?” “What do you mean?” “As long as he is with me, I don’t care” Jason showed his anger out on Amy, smacking her around the mouth. Then she spoke as if she had won “he never said that did he?” “No he didn’t” “you can kill as many people as you want, but you can’t eliminate love” Jason smacked her again but harder, breaking her tender lip into a bleeding frenzy. “Why do you love him, why can’t you love me as a brother” Amy’s face said it all, maybe that’s all he wanted was a sister “is that what you want” “I don’t know anymore” his sick and moulded face looked confused “no I don’t want a sister, I want her dead” “so do it then, just spare my husband and children” “I’ve had enough of your talking, I’m gonna make you shut up” he walked over to her slowly. Her big blue innocent eyes made it hard for him but he grabbed his knife and made a quick slice over her throat. Blood seeped out and her innocent eyes became watery and mad. As he walked away he said his last line “don’t worry, that won’t kill you, I just disrupted your voice box so your annoying voice doesn’t affect me anymore”. She on the floor thinking that she was about to die but Jason was right, she couldn’t speak but she could still breath. She could just stay alive long enough to protect her family. As Jason walked back to the other two Rachael had awoken “what did you do to my mum?” she screamed violently “nothing, I just shut her up, oh, I guess that I’m your uncle then” “no, your just mad” “hahaha I know” “where are you going now?” “To set something up, as your father is a no show, your all dead” “no, please no” Jason just looked at her directly with his devilish eye. She knew that he was going to do it no matter what she said. “Now she’ll be mine” he thought to himself, as Jason had instructed to him he had hidden in the woods close to the house. Jason had promised that Mosh would have Amy if he did exactly as he said. Deserting Tony was only one of the things that Jason demanded and he was fully obliged to do it. Although he thought this, he was completely unaware that Jason had other agendas. He was blinded by unrequinted love. However it was stuck in his mind that in the end Amy would love him and that they would live happily ever after. A fairly farfetched dream but he was determined to make it a reality, even if it did mean a degree of murder. But hey… he wasn’t doing it; it was Jason who would get in trouble for it. While he and Amy shared the same bed, Jason would have a prison cell. The night began to deep in slowly, the night that would mark happiness for him and his new love. 8 PM The car was running out of fuel, he had been driving a lot recently, going to a lot of new shows and matches. He quickly opened up his miny map and looked to where he was. “New Jersey, hmm, I’ll pay a little visit to Tony, he’ll give me some fuel” he though. Matt had now become one of UCW’s greatly trained wrestlers called “Marsander”. He had all this new fame to thank to Tony who had given him so much considering what happened to his wife. He hadn’t seen the Sayers family for quite some time. He loved to see and joke around with them. Tony hadn’t shown up to work for almost a week now and the thought wouldn’t escape Matt’s mind until he knew Tony was all right. Just then a catchy tune alarmed the eardrums of Matt. It was his phone; he had been sent a text. It read: “Hey Matt, what u up 2? just Kym here. I was just thinking, I have always been a bit of a The Man fan so I wanted 2 ask you sumthin, one time in the near future can I meet him and Amy. It’ll be kool! Be seeing you soon, hot stuff. KYM” He just laughed at the text and looked ahead to the cliff top roof again. He was closer than he realised, in two hours he would be safely in the Sayers estate. As for Kym’s request, he had to think about it. Even though he was almost sure that Tony would like to meet her. Just the subject of Amy’s rape would be a little touchy as Matt was in someway connected to it. Also he had never said anything about it to his newly wife, it may lead to some trouble. The road was almost pitch black as the only image that Matt could paint out in front of him was the small circles that his car’s headlights made in the road. To be honest, he was always a cautious driver. He had listened to the many stories of horrific car crashes from Tony’s training lessons and decided that was not one of the things that he wanted to happen for him. The speed dial stayed steady at 50 MPH on this almost deserted road, he probably realised that most teenagers in the area were probably smoking some heavy pot or something. “Well, this is going to be a long day” he thought in his mind. “Fucking explosives, take so long to do” he almost questioned his own methods. It was almost done, the end of it all. The end of The Man, the end of Amy, the end of himself. What seemed 1000 years of suffering was about to end in one fatal blow. The final explosive was set, in the boiler room. He stood up slowly in triumph and activated the timer, only 30 minutes to go. “What happened to that Rachael girl?” he thought to himself. He had enough time; in his mind he could have a little chat and then time for the big boom. He opened the door and walked into the foyer where Rachael was being held. The dark had always eluded his face almost professionally; he hid it so well that Rachael had never seen it. “Maybe now that adoptive bitch can see what I really am”. He walked in front of her, just behind a beam of light that shined through a roof window. Rachael looked up at the silhouette of his face, just seeing the evil forming. He walked into the light revealing his fucked up appearance. His face was completely swelled up, pieces of white mask dug into the skin and some had melted in. there was not a mouth that she could see, only one gunky eye remained of a once human face. One ear had been cut off; the other was almost bitten off in several places as only small connecting pieces remained. There only was a tuff of hair remaining on his head. There were two small holes in the middle of the head; it was the remains of his nose. The appearance scared the living hell out of Rachael and Jason responded to this in the worst possible way. He slapped her around the face again and again, ripping apart he mouth as it spurted out blood over and over again. “You little bitch”. She looked up at him after he stopped the slapping spree “are you going to rape me”. Jason walked back into the darkness therefore hiding his hideous and sick face “no, one thing I should tell you before you die, I never rape, rape is done by people who don’t have a life, and who want to make another suffer like they think they have before” Rachael didn’t understand what he was saying “and you have a life?” she said sarcastically. Jason sat on a small wooden chair that laid on the other side of the foyer, protected by the darkness “yes, I did have one, and now I’m taking it back” Rachael still hated the Mongoloid but could still see where he was coming from. His life was taken away, but the answer wasn’t to kill countless amounts of people in order to gain it back. 8:14 PM, 16 minutes until detonation
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