by dinoman666 » Mon Apr 27, 2009 8:24 pm
"You know not my true purpose, Demon," hissed the Nightmare. "I do not just serve my own kind. But that is irrelevant now. I am on my own now, and you do not have any authority over me. Not anymore!"
Elsewhere, a traveling carnival was camped out for the night, everyone sound asleep in their tents. The carnival was made up of a bunch of supernatural "freaks" who traveled around to simply make money and survive. A single van was parked nearby, with a bald man with a strong Jersey accent talking with a larger, older man. "I'm not taking it out until I get paid," the bald man said. "This thing was a b***h to track down after it ran out of state." The older man, who leaned on a short, hook-handled cane, nodded, obviously exasperated. "Fine, fine." He pulled out a wad of dollar bills, handing them to the other man, who sifted through them greedily, a grin on his face. He absently walked past his compatriot, saying, "It's your headache now, bud." "Of course..." The older man lifted his cane, the sharp tip of the hook, digging into the back of the other man, who collapsed without a sound. Picking up his money, the man shouted quietly, "Quinn! Help me get our new attraction out, then dispose of this body." Quinn, a tall, skinny man with long, silver hair covering all of his head except the top, stepped out of the shadows. "Sure thing, Cap."
"Heroes have morals. Villains have work ethic."
-Megatron