*Creed was tired, he’s been out all day working on his campaign and settling various legal disputes. Today he wasn’t taking his limo; instead he drove his classic Mercedes back to his humble abode. He arrived at his mansion’s gate, and opened it as he drove up to the house. He arrived at his porch, and parked his car. He popped the door open, put his cane out, and stepped out of the car. He walked up his mansion’s steps as he came to the front door, he dug his hands into his coat pocket, and felt around for his keys. He grabbed them, unlocked the door, and jingled his keys back in his pocket.*



*Creed was now in the magnificent main hall of his mansion. Under his bandaged face he looked up at the chandelier, glowing with beauty and radiance. He hated that chandelier. Creed grimaced under his bandages, and turned to look away from it. He grabbed the top of his hat, and slowly took it off, he then placed it on the hat rack. Right Under the hat was one of his fake faces, he hated that more then the chandelier. But what he really hated…was Gojinn. It was all Gojinn’s fault…it was because of him Creed had to wear a fake face, it was because of him Creed couldn’t show his face in public, it was because of him Creed couldn’t walk without a cane, and it was because of him that he despised anything that exhibited beauty. Gojinn burned Creed, and that is why Creed despised him.*

*Creed rubbed his forehead, as he made his way down the hall. He stopped in his track, when he saw the mirror on his wall. Creed sighed and stared at his bandaged face for a few good minutes. He took one big gulp, and slowly began to unravel the bandages. He had his eyes closed shut the whole time, and an expression of…fear was on his face. The bandages dropped at his feet, as he slowly opened his eyelids. He saw his true, burnt face.*



*Creed almost vomited at the sight of his own face. He quickly turned away, disgusted at how he looked. Creed noticed a slight tapping noise as he looked around, making sure not to look back in the mirror. He looked at the floor, and noticed he was rapidly tapping his cane. Creed knew why he was doing it, because the pain kicked in as well. He needed his pills. Creed rushed to the living room, his body shaking and throbbing in pain. He walked into the room and had his eyes set on the black leather chair. He sat down in it, and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Next to the seat was a tray, left by one of Creed’s servants for him. On the tray were a glass, a bottle of whine, and a few pills in a cup. Creed snatched the pills as fast as he could, and shoved them down his throat. He clenched his fist, grabbed the remote, and turned the TV on. He just sat in the seat for five minutes, letting the pain killers sink in. Once the pain started to fade, and the high kicked in, he grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it into his glass. The red wine swayed in the glass as Creed brought it toward his lips. He slowly slurped the alcoholic beverage as he flipped through the channels. He stopped on CWnet as he saw the man he hated so much, Gojinn, on TV.*

*Creed almost spit the wine out of his mouth in the anger surging through his body. He watched that fool of a king strut to the podium, like he was really important. Creed hated him, he wanted revenge!*


”Finally, killers will be set free on the streets to hunt each other down and kill one another! Children on the streets will be able to cheer for their favorite psychopaths as they watch the horrific bastards of this world get gutted and torn to pieces, or captured to be turned into hunters! Finally, we’ll live in a world where bloodshed will be witnessed and actually enjoyed! The world will bear witness to anarchy on the streets, but controlled anarchy! The government will finally have the world under their control, just as it should be!”

“People will be safer in a world patrolled not by out of shape fat cops, driving in cars all day, but by conscious-less scum of the world, finally showing some use to the world by brutally massacring those men and women who would kill for pleasure only! Now these sicko's can get pleasure, and serve a purpose! Problems solved!”

*Creed was furious, he couldn’t think straight. If he didn’t hate Gojinn enough, that idiotic bastard just attempted to derail his campaign on National television! The pain, the spite, it all flowed through Creed like his blood. He was so enraged that he shattered the wine glass in his hand. The glass shards were stuck in his palm, as blood spilled from the cuts. Creed didn’t even feel the pain though, and it wasn’t because of the pills, it was because all he could think about was killing Gojinn. All the rage he kept boiling inside of him erupted, as he knocked the tray over, shattering the wine bottle. He slammed the remote on the floor, breaking it apart and yelled a curse at Gojinn. Creed finally calmed himself down, and sat back down in his seat. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, flipped it open, and dialed a number.*

Norman: Mr. Creed? What’s wrong?

Creed: Norman…have you watched CWnet recently?

Norman: No sir, why?

Creed: That sorry excuse for a king…Gojinn…trashed my name on television! I WANT HIM DEAD! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? DEAD!

Norman: Well sir…I hardly doubt you should kill him for…

Creed: NORMAN! You listen to me and listen to me good, you’re a nobody. You’re nothing but a pathetic servant to my regime. You are in no position to suggest anything over my opinion, I already warned you about knowing your place. Now are you going to obey me like a good little kiss up, or will I have to murder you myself?

Norman: *gulps* P…please Sir, I…I’m sorry. I was foolish. Forgive me.
Creed: Quiet! I don’t want to hear you cry and grovel to me! Listen…just kill Gojinn. Get a murderer on him. But make sure nothing leads back to me, understand?

Norman: Y…yes sir. But who do you have in mind?

Creed: Hmm….somebody who can beat him senseless, and put him down for good. The one guy we caught two days ago…the one who gunned down the police station. Vince Tarizo, AKA Violent Vince. Make it happen.

*Creed hung up his cell phone, and threw it at the wall. He changed the channel on the TV…hopefully Gojinn would be dead next time he turned to CWnet.*