Beginning Of The Hunt

[Dreamscape]

”You wouldn’t believe me if I told you all that me and my pack have witnessed in our years. Most infidels can’t grasp the truth that this world truly holds the unthinkable. The world you people live in is a lie. You have not truly been blessed to see it as it truly is like we have.

I pity you all for it. It’s a shame to watch you all walk around as if there is nothing the matter with you...But we sense it. We smell the stench of your ignorance. The fragrance of your ignorance has became unbearable and the time has come that we cleanse you of your ignorance. It is our mission to do so. We have been instructed by mother Marinette Bois Sech to seek those who have yet to open their eyes to the world their almighty lord and savior has truly cursed them with.

We are the wolves of the night. We are the wolves who hunt. We are the wolves who bare a hunger like no other for the flesh...The flesh of the infidels of the world..”

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Inside of a small strange voodoo shop in the french court of New Orleans, LA a young lady is seen looking around the shop in awe of everything he lays her eye on as if she has just stepped into a brand new world. Continuing to make her way down the hall she stops as she sees a small white cotton doll. Her eyes widen a bit not believing her eyes. She brushes her sandy blonde hair to behind her ears trying her best to get a look.

Candice Lewis

No way!

She reaches up and takes the doll off of it’s shelf holding it in the palm of her hand. Not as big as she might of thought that it would be but still amazed to see a real life voodoo doll in her hands for the first time.

Candice Lewis

This can’t be real. This really can’t be…

A large figure steps from around the corner with dreads tied to the back but with some still laying across his chest. Standing there in a orange v-neck, gold chains and gold rolex watch he flashes as sinister yet welcoming warm smile towards the woman.

Marshall Byron Stevenson

That’s because it isn’t. It’s merely just a little doll...A play thing.

The man known as Prince Baron around these parts speaks out with his deep voice with as strong of an accent as if he has just stepped off a boat and entered the U.S.. His presence startles the young woman and she laughs shaking her head for even getting scared.

Candice Lewis

Holy...Haha, sorry I didn’t see you standing there. So it’s not a voodoo doll?

Baron chuckles as he gently takes the doll out of her hand. He looks down at it for a moment and begins to make his way towards the counter. 

Marshall Byron Stevenson

Follow me, miss.

The woman follows Baron to the desk still in awe of the house. Walking behind the desk Baron looks down at the doll for a moment before placing it on the desk.

Marshall Byron Stevenson

The thing about these dolls is that people often assume that if you just place a piece of a possession of the person you wish to control that would be it. But unfortunately that is only the first step…

Marshall quickly takes a strand of hair from the woman’s head without giving warning. She yelps in pain holding her head but Baron pays it no mind as he wraps the strand of hair around the neck of the doll. 

Marshall Byron Stevenson

It simply takes the blessing from Marinette Bois Sech herself.

Baron rises the doll up in the air holding it’s small arms as he looks up to as does she.

Marshall Byron Stevenson

Atemis, Bondye fanm Marinette Bois Sech , tanpri tradui lavi sou figi sa a! Konekte kouran an nan nanm ak fè m ' kontwòl nan ou!

Candice Lewis

Oh wow, what does all that mean?

Baron once again ignores her as he pulls out a small pin and slides the sharp edge gently over the dolls arm. As he does so he woman reaches over to her right arm feeling a small tingle.

Candice Lewis

Hey, what the?

Marshall slowly looks up to her as he continues to play with the pin.

Marshall Byron Stevenson

Ou se m ' kounye a…

Before he could do anything else to the woman, the front entrance door opens as two hispanic males dressed in tailored suits walk in. Marshall looks over to the door and growls a little in annoyance. The two men begin to make their way over to the desk as they see Marshall standing there with the customer.

Martino Cacho

Get out of my sight gringa. Me y mi amigo have business to discuss.

Martino Cacho, a messenger for the infamous Reyes Cartel of the southern region of the United States. He often only came around these parts to see the three notorious witch doctors of New Orleans that claimed to be werewolves. He didn’t believe in many of the stories he has heard of the men or the ones that they tell him. He didn’t believe in all the whole voodoo culture. But his bosses back in Mexico sure did. They believed these men had power and it would be wise to work alongside of them rather than against them if they wanted to get anything done here in this particular region.

The Reyes Cartel rarely used any of their own men for any type of “wet work”. They depended on the locals to do their bidding across the Mexican borders. Made it easier for them to be more undetectable than most cartels who would rely on their own. They would only send their own men if they believed it was needed.

The Wolves, the locals called them have grown such a legend in these parts since arriving to the United States as three young men that wielded the powers of the devil himself. Many believe that unexplained deaths and animal attacks have been at the hands of them, but there has yet to be any evidence to support this claim. Yet, they have neither confirmed or denied the accusation that they have had a hand in these vicious murders. Strangely these deaths will spruce up every night it was close to a full moon...And once the full moon came the death toll was like no other.

The boys didn’t like Martino all that much, but they’ve learned to deal with him over the years. Marshall continue to growl as he stood straight up with his chin held high while they made their way towards him.

Marshall Byron Stevenson

You may leave now, miss.

Candice Lewis

But what about the doll?

Martino shook his head and grabbed the woman by the back of her neck. He tossed her to his bodyguard.

Martino Cacho

He said, get the fuck out of here! Fucking perra blanca!

The guard tosses her out of the store as Marshall continues to look onto Martino. Martino turns back around towards Marshall with a smirk etched across his face.

Martino Cacho

And what was you planning on doing to that poor little chica, Marshall? Make her one of your projects, huh amigo?

Marshall Byron Stevenson

What is it that you seek, pinèz?

Martino looks around the shop as Marshall eyes him and his bodyguard. He crosses his arms knowing that Martino probably just has a job for him and his brothers.

Martino Cacho

Jefe wants something done by you and those two other freak shows. Speaking of, where are they?

??

......Knew I smelt shit in here….

Martino and his bodyguard jumps a little as they hear the voice coming from out of no where. Stepping out into the light with a yellow flannel shirt and jeans with gold chains hanging from his neck and dreads covering his eyes was Miro Brendan Sperling better known in these parts as Lord Bossou. Miro was the youngest of the three but he was just as lethal as the other two even though he came across a bit more light hearted than them. He begins to make his way towards the front counter with Marshall as he looks the bodyguard and Martino down sniffing as he does so like a wolf sniffing out his prey.

Miro Brendan Sperling

What are you afraid of, Cacho? Scared I might bite? Haha...Don’t worry I don’t like Mexican food.

Martino cringes at the sight of Miro. He and Miro have got into a few times….More than a few. Miro hops up on the counter staring at Martino through his dreads.

Martino Cacho

Ugh...I’m not afraid of anything, certainly not either of you perros. Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. Jefe wants something done by you boys, specifically you. Someone has been feeding the enemy and we know exactly who. He doesn’t take too kindly to those who betray him, and he certainly doesn’t mind sending a message through you three to those who ever think of turning their backs on him. As always you all will paid handsomely because the old man likes you three, for whatever reason. I think you three are full of shit and putting up and act. But that’s just me.

Miro Brendan Sperling

Full of shit? No my boy, we are nothing like you.

Marquise Barlowe Saxon

And never will we ever be. We aren’t weak. We don’t praise demigods like your precious Jesus Christ and his whore of a mother who spreads her legs for God almighty.

Marquis leaning up against a wall near the entrance with a joint in hand. He lights it and stares Martino down who looks back at him in shock as he exhales the smoke.

Marquise Barlowe Saxon

We give all praise to the one and only Goddess who bares gifts to her most loyal pack, Marinette Bois Sech. The Goddess who actually answers our prayers. Can you say the same about your God, Martino? Can you? No, no you can not. Because your God is a selfish being.

Martino Cacho

Watch your mouth boy. I am not having this religious discussion with you again. Just because you three worship some devil--

Marquise Barlowe Saxon

Devil? The holy Marinette is in no such way a devil, fool.

Marquise steps up annoyed by Cacho’s words. Marshall holds up his hand as Miro looks on laughing. 

Marshall Byron Stevenson

Calm yourself Kalfou. Just give us the details and leave, Cacho. Or we will make you and your puny guard here our sacrifice this night.

The three men smirk as they would love to give someone as disrespectful as Martino up for sacrifice. Cacho grunts shaking his head as he reaches into his pockets. He slams down a piece of paper on the counter and turns to leave.

Martino Cacho
Just get it done negro perros. Adios.

The three of them watch Cacho storm out and chuckle as he does so. Marshall picks up the piece of paper and reads the names. He grins slightly. 

Marshall Byron Stevenson

Let us prepare.

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Later That Night

The light of a campfire lights up the abandoned apartment complex that was noticeably damaged from Hurricane Katrina years ago and left alone afterwards. Chanting is heard echoing through the alleyways. Getting closer the three men are seen dancing around a fire shirtless. 

Marshall Byron Stevenson

Guide us this night, Marinette! Speak unto us! Give us your blessing as we prepare to give you the ultimate sacrifice!

Marquise Barlowe Saxon

We give you the most praise, goddess! We are forever in your debt! We are your loyal wolves who roam this Earth in your absence. Give us the strength to give back unto you!

Miro Brendan Sperling

See through us. Breathe through us. We are ultimately yours!

They all drop to their knees with their arms stretched out as their eyes begin to roll to the back of their head a female voice begins to echo ever so softly through their ears.

Marinette Bois Sech

My werewolves. My beloved werewolves. You have made me happy. You have pleased me and you have not disappointed me yet. It is time I give back unto you as you have done for me. Slaughter these men. Gather up their blood and bathe in it. Bathe in their blood and consume their strength. Consume their knowledge. Consume their souls as they are rightfully yours. It is your time now my sons. Feast! FEAST!

Focusing on the shadows the three are heard howling to the moon in the background...Looking back into their direction around the fire they have disappeared with their pants left behind….

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[REC]

The scene fades in with camera focused on a campfire in the middle of the woods. Past the flicker of the flames is nothing but pitch black within the forest. Footsteps are heard in the background, but it seems to be more than just one set. The silence begins to grow more onto the viewers as they only sound they hear is the random footsteps and the flickering from the campfire. Growling is heard from inside the dark forest suddenly. Doesn’t seem to be to loud but the footsteps begin to slow down as the growling begins to grow louder….and louder….and louder. The camera pans around hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever it is but no luck.

Silence takes place once again as the growling has come to a stop. Minutes go by of nothing but….silence. The footsteps begin to start up again but now a bit more fast paced as barking is heard echoing inside the forest. The barking continues and begins get just as loud as the growls were as once before until….It comes to a halt as does the footsteps. The camera pans to the left and a pair of red glowing eyes are seen staring back. The camera pans over to the right and sees another pair of red glowing eyes staring back to the camera. The growls are heard once again...this time as clear as day.

Miro Brendan Sperling

Why are you so afraid?

The camera quickly pans back to the left as Miro Brendan Sperling is seen dressed in black fitted jeans, boots and long sleeve shirt as his black diamond chains that hang from his neck shine from the fire’s light. He stares into the camera past his short dreads.

Miro Brendan Sperling

Hmm? I’ve asked you a question, I expect you to answer it. And…

He holds up his index finger. 

Miro Brendan Sperling

Answer truthfully. Do you think you are capable of doing that?

Miro begins to get closer to the camera.

Marshall Byron Stevenson

None of them can answer that truthfully. They’re all afraid the truth. Isn’t that right?

Panning back to the right Marshall Byron Stevenson is now seen making his way over to the camera in the matching outfit as Miro with his long thigh dreads tied back. 

Marshall Byron Stevenson

We have yet to enter the building and we can…

He sniffs and looks into the camera with disgust.

Marshall Byron Stevenson

Smell the stench of your fear. The stench of your puny faith...Your useless hope that someone or something will come save you from your fate that has already been etched in stone. Do you want to know the truth boys and girls?

Both men now stand in front of the fire next to each other staring into the camera. Both have yet to blink once.

Miro Brendan Sperling

There’s nothing coming. There’s no one coming. There will be no saving for any of you as the hunt begins. January Seventeenth. January Seventeenth marks the date the hunt begins, Frontier Grappling Arts. 

Marshall Byron Stevenson

You all shall be sacrificed to the goddess of all. And you all should feel ever so grateful for such an honor to be so. Many are not as privileged to carry this honor. Many of those who do not understand the truth of this world do no appreciate this prize the goddess has gifted them with. But we will show you how.

Miro smirks and licks his lips.

Miro Brendan Sperling
Kevin Wolfe.

Marshall Byron Stevenson

Brett Owens.

Miro Brendan Sperling

You shall set an example for those who do not believe. Those whose ignorance clouds their sense of judgement. You will set an example come this day.

Marshall lets out a slight chuckle. 

Marshall Byron Stevenson

Go ahead boys. Go right on ahead, feel special. You should. because we will treat you as so. You may think walking into this battle with myself and Lord Bossou will be merely just a simple tag team match but no. There….There you stand incorrect. This is not a tag team match this is simply your death. That is what you are stepping into, boys. And there is no heaven waiting for you in the afterlife. There is no heaven ladies and gentlemen, there is only purgatory. And I...Prince Baron am the master of purgatory.

Both men begin to laugh as they turn towards the fire. Marshall begins to circle the fire pit as Miro kneels down staring into the fire. 

Miro Brendan Sperling

Your hopes. Your dreams. You lifelong goals. You might as well forget about all of that. Stop wasting your time clamoring for acceptance in this world. Searching for love amongst the crowd. You will not live long enough to grasp it. Don’t you see? Don’t you see that you fate has been sealed already?

He laughs a bit as he hangs his head low. 

Miro Brendan Sperling

I pity you all sometimes. Watching and listening to how clueless you all truly are to the simple fact that the world as you know it is not real. You’re lying to yourself each and every day. Kevin...Brett….You have worked so hard to reach this point but you have yet to realize this world has nothing to give to you but heartache. The heartache is the only true feeling you will experience on this world that will make you normal as you walk around this earth with your eyes closed to the truth. Your happiness is nothing more than imaginative. It’s not real. Because life as you know it is not real. I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen each and every bit that you can’t see and I pity you for it. I feel awful that you all cannot see what me and my brothers see. That instead of showing you, we must take you away from this life. It’s really not as bad as it seems….Really. Sometimes it’s better not to know than to know. Knowledge can sometimes be a gift but it can also be a curse. Am I cursed for knowing what I know? Seeing what I’ve seen? No, I am blessed. Blessed by the goddess Marinette Bois Sech. Me and my brothers are fortunate enough to be apart of her pack. We are thankful for her opening our eyes to the world and we are more than willing to give back onto her as she has given back to us.

Miro stands up to his feet slowly and begins to make his way towards forest. As he gets further and further away he begins to fade into the blackness of it forest as if the darkness as consumed him whole. Marshall reaches into his pocket and takes out a small tube filled with white sand. He pours the sand into this hand and throws it into the fire causing it to ablaze. 

Marshall Byron Stevenson

There will be no where you can run. No where you can hide. We will seek you out. The hunt is upon us ladies and gentlemen. Do not be afraid, this is only fate. Fate is apart of life, you cannot escape it. Just like you can’t escape us. We are now here and there’s nothing you people can do about it. Let out your tears. Complain, scream to the top of your lungs. Pray...Beg that we leave this place. No one will answer. No one will care. Because this is your fate….And you can not escape it.

Marshall turns away from the fire and heads back in the direction he came from. He too begins to disappear into the darkness leaving nothing but the sounds of the fire and silence. After a minute goes by loud howls are heard echoing from the forest as the camera pans up onto the full moon and the scene fades away.

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”Many want to ignore the fact that there’s much more out there than just the simple life that they live. I too find myself wanting to ignore the life that I live but unfortunately that doesn’t always work for me. I can’t escape the truth. I am apart of this truth. Each and every second, minute, hour, day and year that goes by I come closer and closer to this truth. I have escaped the lie and I wish not to ever turn back to it.

They say the 'Devil Is A Lie'….That….That is a truth that needs no explaining. The people around here say that we worship the Devil. But we do no such thing. Lucifer is everyone’s worst enemy. Unlike most he can not trick us with his deep blue eyes. Our goddess has made sure of that….But the lie is still there. Even in the words that I myself speak there is a lie. We all lie...So does that mean there’s a little bit of the devil inside of us all too?

Some questions must stay unanswered. But that doesn’t mean that they will never go unrevealed."