Schmeid vs Jarome Owens

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Singles Match
Schmeid vs Jarome Owens

Deadline: 4-15-14 at Midnight CST


Story: Schmeid has been on a terror streak in the past several weeks. As we find out more about the demented Schmeid, things just keep getting darker and darker for the masked monster. This week, he goes up against Jarome Owens. Does Jarome Owens stand any bit of a chance against a monster who's virtually unstoppable? Or can Owens find SOME way to put down the mortifying beast?

[schmied]

Phase Three
Later Winter 2008

Snow covered the mountains as a violent breeze blew throughout the cold winter's night. We'd set our camps up towards the highest parts of the Mountain Blanc. Our base prepared for the war that night..the secret start to my master's war. We parked ourselves ready to invade and conquer a small Italian town: FOR GERMANY. The brisk winds blew and chilled my bare body, but I'd prepared for all conditions. Most of my training prepared me to fight mostly naked, with only my face covered. I spent most of my days huddled in my sleeping bag, amping myself for a brutal battle. My fuher wanted to conquer the slow wars, make sure we'd taken Europe by storm. And he knew he'd do it through my determination of the torturing cold conditions. As we approached a small cottage within the Italian mountain range; I saw smoke pouring from a small chimney ahead: TARGET ACQUIRED. My target had no idea the war started tonight, but it was time to forget about my past and move into the future. As I walked up, my infantry team lead stopped me.

"Is it safe to start this...now."

"FUCK IT!" I yelled violently at him. I pushed the small brigade line forward and I immediately charged slowly and swiftly through the snow. My body felt like it slowly died inside, but I continued to charge, wanting to barge down the fucking door. I continued to run with all my might. Time slowly passed, my body continued to burn: but pain had succumbed to my will. I didn't care how I did it; I would get into the house. As I went towards the door, I immediately whipped out my backpack: the hammer. As I hit the door, and I immediately swung back my trusty hammer and I began to mold the future. I entered the house...FORCEFULLY. No one couldn't tell me otherwise. As I started looking back towards the troops to prepare to take over the cabinet for the night...I'd learned that my plans would go otherwise.

*SLINK! *

The silver blade sat right at my throat. I played innocent for a moment. The war began, but I didn't know who I fought. He remained faceless. He pierced his cold, plastic-like face against mine. He believed he controlled me. He exuberated confidence as he stood tall next to me. He didn't whisper, but commanded me.

"YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS BEFORE THIS BLADE MEETS YOUR JUGLAR. If I were you, I'd choose your next moves carefully, otherwise, you'll end up dead."

I laughed at him almost hysterically. How dare he assume my strength! "You honestly think you could down me? I've taken down almost a fleet of Nazi delusional soldiers over the past year to get to this point; to earn my freedom for a stupid cause. What makes you think I wouldn't just snap your neck? Look at me, I'd a monster."

"Somehow, I feel your just...lost...like our spirits have something in common. Why else would I have not slit your throat quite yet? I mean..."

The man immediately flipped me down and looked at me dead in the eyes. His face expressionless and white. Obviously a mask covered his face. But you could immediately feel his passion. You could tell he'd tracked me and my clan for the last few years. You knew he wanted us dead in cold blood. But how? How did he know. He immediately withdrew his sword and placed it back in his sheath. He bowed for a moment before he spoke. "I just let you see my face...something few people live to tell the tale. And worse..."

He immediately removed his face. His long, blonde hair waived throughout the air. You sensed he didn't give a shit any more about his identity. For some reason he...trusted me. But again I questioned how within my mind. But I listened for a moment.

"No one's seen my hideous face since...that day. Look," as he said placing the mask back on his face, "I understand why you wear the mask, you don't have to take it off. But honestly, I know more about you than you know about me...take a look around."

As I looked around the house, I saw papers lined all across the quaint log cabin. Stringed together he had almost every location down to its tee. Fire light glowed on the walls as headlines from news papers citing the camps taking and abducting people. My eyes flashed...the past...started to come back to me. I started to see a hospital lining covered in fuzz. I saw the green lights on the EKG as the flashed to dead. I remember...seizing. As the memories continued to hit me quickly, I blacked out for a moment, almost..suppressing them. As they started to hide themselves in my mind, I immediately got back up and charged. I felt a new sense of energy rolling through my body. I grabbed the masked man and hung him against the wall near his fire place. The warmth felt good as I dethawed my cold body from the frigid night's air. I grabbed the man and started to slowly choke him with each passing second. My anger swelled in me...I..JUST...CANNOT...REMEMBER!

"How in the FUCK did you know all these things about me?! NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT...."

"Yes, I know your patient number," as the masked man slowly explained gasping for air with each passing minute, "I know your project name, I don't know your past, but I know enough about your problems with the camp. I've tracked it for a year after hearing the trouble they've caused the Italian way of life. Newsflash: I'm a hero, I go around taking hits and no one misses a Nazi camp in this day in age. I've watched purchasing history, records, etc. And I hoped to run into you guys here. Obviously, I didn't expect they'd let you out of your cage, especially after you CONTINOUSLY demand they free you to find your family."

I take a deep breath and set him down on the ground, against my better judgment. I knew my captors didn't have planned for me to change their future. They wanted the muscle to die. I knew they planned on making me a martyr by the end of this stupid war, but the brain washing got to me. The years of drugs continued to hit me. But the moment I saw the news articles, my mind flashed back...but to where. I had an origin, but I still knew not where it traced. They'd suppressed my memories. And I wanted to kill them. I looked to the masked man, for some reason, while I'd not wanted to kill him, my instincts told me...to trust him? From my background, trust didn't come easily. But for some odd reason, I knew fate brought us together.

"What's your name?" I blurted out hatefully.

"Valencio: Italy's best hitman."

"Stupid name, but you make a point. I don't know why I honestly trust you for any moment with my life, but I've wanted a way out from this lifestyle. They tortured me, drugged me, and then forced me to call them master. Yet, I never had any purpose. But the moment I saw those articles, my mind immediately brought back some of my past."

"Interesting...they must've thought you had a weak mind, especially with you succumbing to their will so easily the first time with the past. All I know is they drugged you pretty bad, tortured you when you screamed your family's names, and beat you within an inch of your life. They obviously had some serious intelligence on you all these years. But they have it locked down."

"Yes, I could lead you back to base...if they haven't buried it with my files."

Valencio nodded. He sensed what I sensed. I smiled at him grabbing my hammer, knowing they'd slowly come back for me. I'd gone missing for the last hour or so. With all the flash backs, memories, and no bloodshed, we knew the war immediately started to come to our house. We only had two people, but with our skills, I knew we could take them down. The solders immediately prepared their guns...it was time to go to war.

{To Be Continued}

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