Joe Michaels walks calmly though the damaged old graveyard. his straight
black hair ruffed by the winds of a incoming storm. lightning flashes in
the sky it causes Joe to jump dispite having seen it the
entire way here. His white wifebeater smells of gas and beer. his tan
shorts have a small amount of piss droplets soaking into the materal from
his recent drunken attack on his wife's rosebush.
the graveyard is a few miles from his house, this has caused him many
nightmares, he somehow drove in his drunken haze without crashing (again).
his hazel eyes shine in the lightning as he spots the
grave he has been searching for, Joe stumbles towards the grave of his dead
son, his foot becomes intangled with a root from one of the many trees that
grow in Rosedale Cemetery in New Jersey,
he begins to fall forward, in his drunken state his reactions are slowed
and this stops his hands from protecting his face from the ground. his face
rams hard into the ground, strangely it is warm and wet.
Joe swears and wipes the liquid from his pudgy face, his hands welcome the
warm liquid, he hadn't noticed how cold he was getting. it was a November
night, of course it is cold, he is suddenly very
angry at himself for allowing himself to leave wearing nothing built for
cold. he shakes his head in a attempt to get rid of these thoughts,
his Fifteen year old son, stares at himself in the mirror his dyed green hair in a nice 50s hairstyle. his black tuxedo fitting nicely over the curves of his body, Joe has investigated over the years. Joe stares at his Eldest son with a look of lust and anger, Joe stumbles over to his son. his son attempts to push off his drunken father, Joe shoves his son into the wall, "WH-WHY YO-YOU LITTLE FU-FUCKER!" his drunken state damping his english skills, Joe sounds like a young child attempting to read. Steve would of found this funny, if he didn't know what was coming next, Joe cocks his fist back before ramming it squarely into Steve's nose, blood begins streaming down his face, Steve attempts to block the next punch, his attempts are feeble. dispite being sober, Steve is no match for his father's pure brute force. Steve tries to make a run for it, he gets away from his father and then in the middle of the small attic. Joe swings a chair at his only son, Steve is sent flying into the small window facing the driveway. Steve doesn't go completly out of the window, instead he hangs there, needle like glass pircing his back, Steve attempts to scream out in pain, but his nose is still bleeding and his mouth has become full of blood. Steve cannot breath. his right nostrel bleeding profusely and the other clogged with blood, Steve attempts to spit the blood out, but as soon as he makes a dent, his mouth is already filled beyond that point, Steve cannot help but think about how he wont be attending his 50s themed dance, with his head sticking out of a window on the top floor of a two story house, he drowned in his own blood. But like most drunks Joe doesn't blame himself for what happened, instead he blames Steve, Steve a nice good kid who would of gone on to be a Police Officer
Joe finally arrives at his son's Grave, on a small humble tombstone it says
Steve William Michaels June 3rd-1980 to September 1st-1995
Loving son GrEaT FuCk ToO Joe laughs as he remembers when he added that last little bit of love to his dead son. he was on a three week drinking binge. Joe drinks everyday, but for small amounts of time he stops, like when he is on the toilet and asleep, but during a binge he doesn't stop. he gets around the not drinking when he is asleep by not sleeping, this causes him to become insanely violent, he was on a binge with he killed Steve. Joe got out of going to prison for murder by saying that Steve slipped, and slipping the sheriff, a few hundred bills. Joe has never worked a day in his life due to the fact that his father sued a famous Screenwriter for stealing his idea and won millions of dollers, of course his father had no such idea. Joe sits by his son's tombstone and leans against it, Joe drifts off in a drunken sleep. suddenly a drop of rain causes Joe to jerk out of his beer induced sleep, a flash of lightning reveals that what Joe had assumed to be rain, appears to really be a blood. Joe jumps, well tries to, Joe almost screams, suddenly a voice fills the air "This is God. we are very mad at you!, you have been keeping your blood inside your veins, how selfish!" the voice is horrible it sounds like two voices and overlapping and copying the other Joe suddenly registers a quick movemeant and then a great pain begins assault him, its attack is coming from his hand. Joe lifts his arm attempting to see what is causing the pain. his hand has been severed by a very sharp object, Joe leaps to his feet to try to find his attacker, blood flowing from his wrist. Joe spots though his drunken haze, a man in a strange red suit holding axe, Joe slips on the now slick ground. Joe again registers a quick movemeant. with a wet thump, Joe's severed foot hits the ground. Joe screams. his attacter moves closer and as he does so, Joe begins to notice how much it seems that the axe is attached to his attacker, it almost seems that the attacker has no hand and instead has a large very sharp axe, Joe screams again his mangled ankle rams into the ground. "Alright, We are going to hell, who's coming with Us?" the voice is even scarier. Joe bowels lose control and the stench of feces begins to fill the area. Joe's attacker reachs down with talon like hands and grabs Joe by the head and begins to ram it into the tombstone. after the always lovely crack of a skull. Joe's attacker, climbs ontop of the blood splattered tombstone and shouts at the top of it's unhuman lungs, "We are Carnage!"
his Fifteen year old son, stares at himself in the mirror his dyed green hair in a nice 50s hairstyle. his black tuxedo fitting nicely over the curves of his body, Joe has investigated over the years. Joe stares at his Eldest son with a look of lust and anger, Joe stumbles over to his son. his son attempts to push off his drunken father, Joe shoves his son into the wall, "WH-WHY YO-YOU LITTLE FU-FUCKER!" his drunken state damping his english skills, Joe sounds like a young child attempting to read. Steve would of found this funny, if he didn't know what was coming next, Joe cocks his fist back before ramming it squarely into Steve's nose, blood begins streaming down his face, Steve attempts to block the next punch, his attempts are feeble. dispite being sober, Steve is no match for his father's pure brute force. Steve tries to make a run for it, he gets away from his father and then in the middle of the small attic. Joe swings a chair at his only son, Steve is sent flying into the small window facing the driveway. Steve doesn't go completly out of the window, instead he hangs there, needle like glass pircing his back, Steve attempts to scream out in pain, but his nose is still bleeding and his mouth has become full of blood. Steve cannot breath. his right nostrel bleeding profusely and the other clogged with blood, Steve attempts to spit the blood out, but as soon as he makes a dent, his mouth is already filled beyond that point, Steve cannot help but think about how he wont be attending his 50s themed dance, with his head sticking out of a window on the top floor of a two story house, he drowned in his own blood. But like most drunks Joe doesn't blame himself for what happened, instead he blames Steve, Steve a nice good kid who would of gone on to be a Police Officer
Joe finally arrives at his son's Grave, on a small humble tombstone it says
Steve William Michaels June 3rd-1980 to September 1st-1995
Loving son GrEaT FuCk ToO Joe laughs as he remembers when he added that last little bit of love to his dead son. he was on a three week drinking binge. Joe drinks everyday, but for small amounts of time he stops, like when he is on the toilet and asleep, but during a binge he doesn't stop. he gets around the not drinking when he is asleep by not sleeping, this causes him to become insanely violent, he was on a binge with he killed Steve. Joe got out of going to prison for murder by saying that Steve slipped, and slipping the sheriff, a few hundred bills. Joe has never worked a day in his life due to the fact that his father sued a famous Screenwriter for stealing his idea and won millions of dollers, of course his father had no such idea. Joe sits by his son's tombstone and leans against it, Joe drifts off in a drunken sleep. suddenly a drop of rain causes Joe to jerk out of his beer induced sleep, a flash of lightning reveals that what Joe had assumed to be rain, appears to really be a blood. Joe jumps, well tries to, Joe almost screams, suddenly a voice fills the air "This is God. we are very mad at you!, you have been keeping your blood inside your veins, how selfish!" the voice is horrible it sounds like two voices and overlapping and copying the other Joe suddenly registers a quick movemeant and then a great pain begins assault him, its attack is coming from his hand. Joe lifts his arm attempting to see what is causing the pain. his hand has been severed by a very sharp object, Joe leaps to his feet to try to find his attacker, blood flowing from his wrist. Joe spots though his drunken haze, a man in a strange red suit holding axe, Joe slips on the now slick ground. Joe again registers a quick movemeant. with a wet thump, Joe's severed foot hits the ground. Joe screams. his attacter moves closer and as he does so, Joe begins to notice how much it seems that the axe is attached to his attacker, it almost seems that the attacker has no hand and instead has a large very sharp axe, Joe screams again his mangled ankle rams into the ground. "Alright, We are going to hell, who's coming with Us?" the voice is even scarier. Joe bowels lose control and the stench of feces begins to fill the area. Joe's attacker reachs down with talon like hands and grabs Joe by the head and begins to ram it into the tombstone. after the always lovely crack of a skull. Joe's attacker, climbs ontop of the blood splattered tombstone and shouts at the top of it's unhuman lungs, "We are Carnage!"