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 Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 8:23 pm
Backstage, a lone male could be seen weaving and waving through the halls, slipping past busy crew members working making sure the show ran as smoothly as possible to avoid the wrath of the GM. Marshall Lee looked determined, face stoic and concentrated, moving as if he knew exactly where he was going. His fist slowly began to clench up tightly as he drew closer and closer to his destination. Marshall was on a mission. A rescue mission to be exact.
Turning a corner, he stared straight down the hall, one that lead down a few steps, at the one, lonely door. The boiler room. Right into the devil's den. He knew that's where he would find Dani and Alexander. And where those two were lurking, Dallas had to be held there as well.
Narrowing his eyes, Marshall took a deep breath, prepared to met the two men that have terrorized his family. Was he nervous? Oh yeah. Scared? Definitely. What sane man wouldn't be? It wouldn't be wise to go in empty handed, especially when there was two of them and only one of him. Which is why...
He lifted his shirt up slightly, revealing a lead pipe stuffed into the waistband of his pants. Wasn't wise to walk around with a pipe twirling around in your hand. Would bring up suspicion, most likely alert the officials of what was about to go down. And that would only distract him from what he was trying to do. Not like they have been much help in locating his sister.
Pulling the piece of lead out, he tapped it against the wall slightly to test how hard the metal was before gripping it tightly until his knuckles turned white. Here goes nothing.
Moving down the steps, Marshall turned the knob to the door and pulled, revealing a dim lit room, barely enough light for him to see. As he stepped in, his eyes took on an eerie, inhuman like glow as the darkness of the room enveloped him. The room was massive, filled with twist and turns, pipes and knobs poking out from every direction. A few ceiling lamps hung here and there, but were not enough to light up the whole room. One wrong turn into a dark corner and he could run right into one (or both) of those creeps.
First things first, he needed to find where they were keeping Dallas, and he definitely needed to be alert. This was their turf, their territory. And he was trespassing.
Something caught his attention though. Somewhere, within the labyrinth that was the dark boiler room, Marshall heard a whimper. It was quiet and hurt, a woman's voice. Her voice. His glowing eyes quickly snapped in the direction he thought he heard the voice.
"Dallas?" he mumbled out to himself, all while cautiously making his way forward, after hearing the voice again, this time, a soft little sob. He gripped the pipe in his hand, trying to be as discreet as possible, his boots making the faintest of noise as they stepped down onto the floor.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 3:22 pm
"M-M-Marshall?" A muffled mumble called out from the darkness. It was scared and filled with pain, as if begging for help. Whatever source the voice came from, it needed Marshall from the sound of it. It needed someone, anyone.
"M-Marsh...all... ple-ease..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 5:50 pm
Marshall quickly paused in his path, perking up as soon as he heard the voice call out to him. His heart pounded in his chest, noticing the how scared the voice sounded. Dallas?" He had forgotten about the dangers lurking in the darkness with him. He was so close to finding Dallas. He needed to find her, she needed him. "Dallas! Where are you?" He wasn't being discreet anymore, but he was clutching the pipe he held in his hand tightly, just in case. His eyes scanned through the darkness, trying to find his way through the maze that was the boiler room.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 5:57 pm
"M-M-Marshall!... Pl-please help... I... I c-can'...t..."
The strained, agonizing tone echoed through the boiler room like a haunting choir, the sound ricocheting off the pipes and walls, distorting the direction of the source. But as Marshall rounded a corner, he might just see what he was looking for. A dimly lit area, with a weakened figure propped up against the wall. In the darkness, it was unclear who or what it was. However, with another croaking, "M-Marshall...!", it was clear that it was the source of the voice.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 7:06 pm
Marshall looked around rather desperately, trying to locate the direction of the voice, feeling himself becoming lost with each step he took. It was rather disorienting and nerve racking, not knowing where he was going to end up or who was going to turn up. It wasn't until he turned a corner that he saw something up ahead, where the light dimly rained down. He squinted, trying to figure out what exactly that thing was up against the wall. He heard his name being called out again, this time, hearing it from a few feet ahead, from the weak looking figure.
"Oh s**t, Dallas!" Marshall hurried to what he thought was his sister, kneeling down while placing the pipe down on the ground beside him. Bad mistake. "Dallas, Dallas, are you okay? C'mon, talk to me. I'm getting you out of here, it's okay. I'm here, I'm here." He would reach towards what he thought would be her face, trying to get her to look at him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 12:03 am
Marshall's hands would wrap around the figure's face and pull it up towards him. But, perhaps to his dismay, he wouldn't be looking at Dallas.
He'd be looking at dummy, with white face paint and black marks all over its face, much like Dani's facial features. A wide smile was painted on it, as if to taunt the former TV Champion even more.
Upon the discovery, a sinister chuckle echoed through the halls, followed by a high pitched scream. "MARSHALL!" The voice cried out again, this time from Marshall's left. There was very little light to guide his way towards the voice this time, only the occasional red light used to light up the various control boxes around the pipes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 6:20 pm
Not his sister, not Dallas. Marshall stared at the dummy, with it's face painted in black and white, in surprise before shoving it away from him angrily. He had been tricked, his hope was raised and crushed before his very eyes. Letting out a frustrated growl, he grabbed the pipe again before rising to his feet. However, a laugh was heard through the halls, causing his blood to run cold, freezing him on the stop.
Someone was near, someone was watching him.
It was then that a loud scream, his name, rang through the boiler room, ricocheting against the metal walls and pipes. "Dallas!?" It had to be her. It just had to be. The scream seemed to jump start his heart, adrenaline flowing through his veins as he rushed to his left, where he thought he heard the scream come from.
The boiler room was very dim, but there was some light guiding his path. With the metal pipe in his hand, Marshall reached out to keep his other against the wall to feel his way forward. His heart was pounding and his senses were at an all time high. He began to mumble out to himself, knowing he was being played with. Dani and Alexander, they were toying with him. "You can't get me," Marshall said out loud, "Not today, not today, you can't, you can't get me. Give her back."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 10:06 pm
As Marshall progressed down the hall, another scream echoed through the dark chasm, bouncing off the pipes and walls. The pain and torment was clear in the high-pitched tone; it practically begged for help. It begged for a savior.
But as Marshall would get closer and closer... something would flash out of the shadows, attempting jump and kick the man right in the face!
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:30 pm
As another scream rang through the boiler room, one that was just as agonized as the previous ones, if not more, Marshall quickly speed up. His adrenaline was pumping, visibly fidgety and on edge. Dallas was hurt and she needed him, she needed her big brother to come rescue her. Just as he thought he was getting closer, something collided with Marshall's face! The man grunted out in pain as he stumbled backwards, falling on his a**. The metal pipe he was holding feel from his grip, causing a clatter against the floor.
At first, he thought he had walked right into a wall, but that 'wall' felt oddly like a boot covered foot. Marshall grabbed at his face, momentarily stunned.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:21 pm
After the kick landed, the sound of a quiet thud echoed around the room immediately. Before Marshall could react, the figure would attempt to jump down onto Lee and mount him, trying to throw fists plummeting down onto his skull!
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 11:16 am
There was a faint thud echo throughout the room, making Marshall wonder what the hell was going on. Then again, messing with these two whack jobs and wondering into their playground, he really shouldn't have been so surprised. He attempted to get up, but a heavy weight was set on him, forcing him back to the ground while recieving several blows to the head! He was pinned to the ground, struggling to squirm away from whoever it was attacking him, as well as desperately trying to sheild himself from the hits.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 10:25 am
The flying fists seemed to land at a non-stop rate; whatever had jumped Marshall clearly had some built up rage they needed to get out. After a dozen blows were dealt, the figure finally tried to get up off of Lee, only to try sending some brutal kicks to the man's midsection instead!
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 10:20 pm
After what seemed to be hours of nonstop punching, the blows finally ceased and the figure pulled themselves off of Marshall. The vampire tried to pick himself up, but was put back down with several kicks to his midsection. Marshall heaved, grunting out loud with each kick delivered. This little rescue mission was not going as he had hoped.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 7:12 pm
After sending the former TV Champion back to the ground with the kicks, the figure attempted to grab him by the hair and yank him forcibly to his feet! If successful, the assailant would try to bounce Marshall's head against the pipes on the wall!
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