Eighteen Victims, One Slam, and the Empty Hand. [BoB RP]
Oct 11, 2024 23:37:46 GMT -5
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Post by Gavin Drake on Oct 11, 2024 23:37:46 GMT -5
‘There are nineteen people in the Battle of Britain. Nineteen.’
A voice growled from the darkness, and then Gavin Drake stepped from the shadows. He wrapped black tape around his fists and wrists, slowly winding it through his knuckles. His eyes narrowed, and he frowned before he lifted his hand to flex his fingers slowly.
‘But I only care about one: David Slam the Third.’
He smiled, a cold nasty smile.
‘Your old man won’t be there to save you, Davey. Your bloody sister? She won’t be there to save you either. You see I turned my back on you because you were a fucking anchor, mate. You and your old man were holding me down! You were dragging me down into the bloody gutter with you, yeah? But I had enough during the Revolution didn’t I?’
Drake nodded, and he threw a few hard punches into the bag. It swayed and creaked from chains on the ceiling, and he fired off a few more as he circled around it.
‘But you couldn’t take a bloody hint could you? You came back, you crept in here like a coward, and you tried to play games, yeah? And then you tried to make us all think you had changed, that you were different!’
Drake paused, and he fired off a few hard shots.
‘Well, after all that has passed between us? What did you do when you finally showed your bloody face, Davey? You fucking dodged me didn’t you, mate? You went everywhere but after me, and I don’t fucking blame you.
You went and hid behind your sister like the little bloody cunt you are! Well, Kasper can’t save you anymore than your old man. And you may have manipulated Blood into giving you a shot at the Commonwealth title after the Battle of Britain? But mate? There won’t be anything left of you for that, mate.’
Gavin Drake paused, and someone grabbed the bag as he nodded at them. He raked his fingers through his beard, and he paced slowly. He grabbed a black towel from the bench, and wiped his face off before he stared into the shadows. A mirror in the darkness showed figures, distorted and warped as Drake looked back to the camera.
‘You see Davey, I realized something else. I thought the Empire was my family, I thought you were my family, I thought Spike Kane was my family. But as I saw you scurrying like a fucking roach through the trash of WUK? I knew you weren’t.
I only have one family. Only one.’
Drake scowled, eyes narrowed as he looked at his hand.
‘I am the Empty Hand, Slam. And the Empty Hand?’
His hand balled into a fist, and he looked up with an evil smile.
‘Takes.’
A shrug.
‘You have your father back, and I? Well, I have mine.’
The light went down, darkness rushing into fill the void.
‘See you soon.’
A voice growled from the darkness, and then Gavin Drake stepped from the shadows. He wrapped black tape around his fists and wrists, slowly winding it through his knuckles. His eyes narrowed, and he frowned before he lifted his hand to flex his fingers slowly.
‘But I only care about one: David Slam the Third.’
He smiled, a cold nasty smile.
‘Your old man won’t be there to save you, Davey. Your bloody sister? She won’t be there to save you either. You see I turned my back on you because you were a fucking anchor, mate. You and your old man were holding me down! You were dragging me down into the bloody gutter with you, yeah? But I had enough during the Revolution didn’t I?’
Drake nodded, and he threw a few hard punches into the bag. It swayed and creaked from chains on the ceiling, and he fired off a few more as he circled around it.
‘But you couldn’t take a bloody hint could you? You came back, you crept in here like a coward, and you tried to play games, yeah? And then you tried to make us all think you had changed, that you were different!’
Drake paused, and he fired off a few hard shots.
‘Well, after all that has passed between us? What did you do when you finally showed your bloody face, Davey? You fucking dodged me didn’t you, mate? You went everywhere but after me, and I don’t fucking blame you.
You went and hid behind your sister like the little bloody cunt you are! Well, Kasper can’t save you anymore than your old man. And you may have manipulated Blood into giving you a shot at the Commonwealth title after the Battle of Britain? But mate? There won’t be anything left of you for that, mate.’
Gavin Drake paused, and someone grabbed the bag as he nodded at them. He raked his fingers through his beard, and he paced slowly. He grabbed a black towel from the bench, and wiped his face off before he stared into the shadows. A mirror in the darkness showed figures, distorted and warped as Drake looked back to the camera.
‘You see Davey, I realized something else. I thought the Empire was my family, I thought you were my family, I thought Spike Kane was my family. But as I saw you scurrying like a fucking roach through the trash of WUK? I knew you weren’t.
I only have one family. Only one.’
Drake scowled, eyes narrowed as he looked at his hand.
‘I am the Empty Hand, Slam. And the Empty Hand?’
His hand balled into a fist, and he looked up with an evil smile.
‘Takes.’
A shrug.
‘You have your father back, and I? Well, I have mine.’
The light went down, darkness rushing into fill the void.
‘See you soon.’
