"Violence Is My Middle Name"

[Maz]

[MESSIAH OF VIOLENCE]

02:15 PM -- PORTLAND, OREGON
BACK OF ANOTHER LIQUOR STORE ... YAY!



“Row, row, row your boat...”

Outback of a local town liquor store in Portland, there was a very narrow alley being shown. A ‘watery’ like voice was heard, singing what was a classic nursery rhyme. Masaru it was as the scene opened. He was on his knees with a large rectangular plastic container. Inside was filled half-way up with water as he had a miniature canoe boat with his Owl, named Olly riding it as the direction of the water pushed the boat forth.

“...Gently down the stream ... Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily...”

He continued as he watched on, smiling and clapping. His eerily-pitched voice was scary more than anything as it was very off-key and watery.

“..Life is but a ... dream!”

With a smile at the end, Masaru clapped as he watched on, seeing the Owl sit perched on the boat, seemingly “enjoying” the ride. Masaru slowly raised up onto his feet, standing as from behind, his “sort-of” Manager surprised him with a tap on the shoulder. Masaru with a wide-eyed shocked look.

“..T-Tony??” Maz said, stuttering as he was quite the shocked one at this point.

“Is that the sound of “Glad to see you!” or “Shocked to see you?” ... Because it should be the one that consists of being glad to see me. I hate that my job consists of trying to keep up with your wandering ass. Really need to think of implementing a GPS chip into your skin...” Tony said as he pointed to Masaru.

Tony took a few steps to the side as he seen his client paying him literally no mind at all. Tony’s eyes lit up as he seen what was capturing Maz’s attention at the moment as Maz carried that smile on his face still.

“What in the hell? No, this is illegal!” Tony had begun freaking out. “Yo, having an Owl is illegal man. I know you aren’t a man ... or woman who does research but damnit, Owls are prohibited as pets in the US man. This is jail time!”

Maz turned his attention from the Owl to his so-called Manager as he chuckled, taking what was said as funny.

“You think ... You think I give a damn about going to jail? I will murder every single soul inside of a cell. I gives no fucks about going to jail if it comes to it. Olly is mines. MINES!”

It really took Tony a good minute to respond as he had to re-collect himself. He tried to work a comeback comment but nothing was coming to. He tilted his head, trying to gaze into Maz’s eyes but Maz’s attention went right back to the Owl.

“I don’t even want to know how you got the Owl, Maz. I really don’t because I know it’s a fucked up idea, well unthought of, but we really must return this wherever you took it from. Plus shit, they’re pretty much signs of bad luck and ... death!”

His response caused Maz to laugh out loud.

“Harbinger of Death. Yes, I know. It’s why we make such a wonderful duo. We both love giving out doses of bad luck to many. We love putting folks in their resting place. Its such a thing of beauty, don’t you understand?”

Tony immediately shook his head.

“No. No the hell I don’t understand!” With a stern voice, he continued. “You really need help, man. I’m trying to look out for you. It’s hard to get you anything. People know who you are and they want no part of you near them.”

Maz seemed to care nothing of it, shrugging his shoulders.

“That’s fine. I need nothing from you or whomever you’re trying to set me up with. All I want is Mason’s head on a stake and I’m fine. After that, whoever me and my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Aurora get to face with those Duos Titles. Dominance, Tony. That’s all I want and after that...”

Maz gets close up into Tony’s face.

“...They can have it!”

He backs away, a smile appearing on his face, as he shrugged his shoulders once more.

“...Until then, it’s the ‘Mazzy’s Horror Picture Show’. After I get what I want, I will leave this Earth...for good. I won’t be anyone’s hassle anymore. You won’t have to worry about tracking me anymore. It will be back to simpler times for you.”

Tony tried hard to decipher that as his left hand went up to scratch his head, thinking.

“Nah...It doesn’t work like that! You not just going to let go like that. Mason and those Duos titles aren’t the end of your list. You got a shitload of things left to do.”

Masaru let off a sick laugh, shaking his head.

“You don’t tell me what I have and don’t have, Tony. THAT’S MY DECISION! Fact is, my blood filter is near full. After Daniels and whomever else, it’s going to be at full capacity.”

Tony just sighed.

“You know the only reason why Mason wanted to hurt you right? I’ve read up on my history. I saw on Youtube, a clip of what you did to Mason. That barbwire to his head, ripping all of his hair out, scarring him completely. I would probably want to kill you too!”

Maz just laughed loudly, shaking his head in the process.

“You can get that glass too. If you think what happened to Mason a while back was the worst, you haven’t seen anything yet. Watch what I do to that poor waste of humanity at Awakening. He will be awakened alright...He will be christened again.”

A facepalm came from Tony who just remained speechless, choosing rather to be quiet it seemed as his client’s mind grew darker and darker.

“It’ll be a show for all blood-enthusiasts. I give the people what they want. I give them what they need. A Mason Daniels home-made bobble head made from yours truly. I give the folks what they ask for, excitement on every level. Daniels will not like it in that birdcage of glass, I can promise you that.”

Maz glared at the container of water where the Owl remained, seemingly in the calmest state of peace. Maz smiled.

“He’s been the greatest treasure since I “found” him. He’s a reason to my calm. He shadows me. He looks out for me when no one else does. He’s everything! You don’t understand because you have no one who has your back...”

Tony was very quick to cut Maz off before he went any further.

“Actually, I have a wife and you know that. You should also know she isn’t illegal. What you have is a native Owl to whomever you stole it from and therefore it is illegal. Difference!”

Masaru shook his head as he held it down slightly.

“But does she hoot for you?

Tony gave Maz a stern look.

“Don’t go that route, man. I can’t fathom what I’ll do. Look, just watch yourself out there. I gotta go!”

Tony threw a salute to Maz as he turned and walked off. Maz watched as he exited the room before returning his attention back to the Owl.

“No one is taking you anywhere, Olly. I won’t let them. You hear me? I won’t let them!” Maz said as he admired, smiling.

The scene later transcended to a slow fade as all had become a black screen.

BYE-BYE BIRDY
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Standing along an open area within Portland’s own, Forest Park, Masaru was seen as the cameras zoomed in a bit to get a better look. A black flask with chrome trimming was seen in his left hand as dark shades covered his eyes. There was his newest friend, Olly the Owl that sat perched up on his right shoulder, catching a decent view. Birds of all were flocking around Masaru as he stood somewhat still. The birds, pecking at the ground, trying to find that lucky worm or whatever that would make a good ‘snack’ for them. His lips had spread out wide as he formed a smile.Smiling for whatever reason had led to him raising both his arms out, holding them wide. Olly slightly repositioned himself on the right shoulder as Maz remained holding onto his flask in the left hand.

“It’s time to set you free, Mason...”

Only one of his arms had come down. The right one. His left arm remained up, albeit slightly lowered as his elbows bent, allowing for him to bring the flask close to his mouth. Using his right hand quickly, he twisted the top off before taking a swig. Stumbling back after that quick shot, he shook his head immediately feeling the effect of whatever was in there. He cleared his throat as he tried to continue where he left off..

“You’ve been a pointless thorn in my side for ‘oh-so’ long and your time has surely expired. It’s been fun. It’s been real. It’s time for you to go bye-bye, my mohawk-headed friend. You’ve grown stale, even in some cases, molded.”

Masaru smirked as he slowly shook his head.

“Why couldn’t you have stayed in your lane, Mason. You just had to fucking find your way into getting entangled into my web. You could’ve came back, let bygones be bygones and focus on doing what it is you do, which is being a complete sack of waste, two-hundred and twenty pounds worth. But I get it, you see. I understand your reasonings for coming back that goes beyond just gaining repayment for the damage that was done onto you. You were out. Unemployed. No one wanted you. There were no longer such thing as ‘Masoniacs’ that listened to all your blabbath of complete and utter bullshit. There was no offers until Phoenix once again rose beyond the ashes and roe back to prominence. This was the only place that accepted you Mason. This is the only company who could deal with your bullshit.”

“..But with everything, there comes a time when things must be put to an end.”

He once again tipped his head back as he got in another quick shot that jolted him, another stuttering backstep.

“I really was looking forward to putting both you and Rowyn onto the shelves for good, but thanks to you Mason, you make the process of elimination that much easier for me. Rowyn never saw it coming and just like those who are nearsighted, great things always come from out of nowhere. Their awareness fails them and for Rowyn, it’s taken him out of this situation, but I’m perfectly fine with this. I’m perfectly fine with disposing you through the foundation of glass and watching you get crushed to smithereens. My beautiful friend Olly would love to see that.”

He looks over his shoulder, glaring at his friend ‘Hoot!” in confident fashion it seemed. Maz smiling, loved the timing of it. He rose up his flask towards the Owl. The Owl’s head immediately turned the opposite way indicating he was a “Straight-Edged” bird. Maz chuckled lightly while shrugging slightly to himself.

“More for me then...”

Another swig is taken and by this time, you could see the effects from the ‘punching power’ the contents inside that flask had. His feet crossed one another which led to him falling on his ass hard on the grassy area. The birds that were all around had quickly flew away in a quick manner. Olly the Owl had taken off at the time of the downfall which led to Maz immediately sitting upright, head swiveling side to side to see where his friend went.

“Olly! ... OLLY!!! Where are you my friend?”

A nonchalant “Hoot!” was heard to which Maz turned in that direction to look up into the trees. There was the Owl, sitting on the tree limb, watching from above. Maz immediately started laughing as he seemed to enjoy the abuse the drink was giving him. He took another swig, this time a second or two longer before removing the flask from his mouth. He shook it and to his dismay, he was shocked. It was empty it seemed as he carelessly tossed it to the side before laying back down on the grass, smiling with joy.

“Ma-Ma-Ma-Mason...I fear for you, child. I hate to bring you..y-o..yo-..you to your end. I hate to br-b-br-break you into miniature little pieces. I hate to uh...emb-b-barass you, but you deserve it! I tried so, so hard to not plant my fist into your punchable face but you kept egging me on Daniels and you know how I am to those who try to “play” with me. I hate playing games.”

“I can’t fe-ee-eel my face wh-when I’m w-with youuu...b-but I lo-lo-love it! Oh, I love it! I’m going to enjoy taking all those weapons available and seeing how many shapes I can beat your skull into. A Square, a Triangle, a Rectangle, an Octagon or any other Parallelogram shape..for fun. There will be no one to save you, Mason. THIS IS MY WORLD! I ONLY LET YOU LIVE IN IT...as bait.”

A sadistic kind of laughter came from Maz as he gazed at the clouds.

“I know you better than you know yourself, Mason. I know what you like. I know what interests you and disinterests you. You love Violence. You love being in violent types of matches, but you aren’t good with it. This scenario will be like all the others for you, Mason. In case you didn’t know, my name is MASARU INOUE. VIOLENCE IS MY MIDDLE FUCKING NAME! THIS IS MY SHIT. THIS IS MY PLAYGROUND. YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU ARE IN FOR!”

The loudness of his voice scared the surrounding birds as they flew off from sight. Maz rose up, going back to his upright position as he pounded his fist into the grass. He slowly got up off the ground, stumbling all over. He brushed himself off as he looked up into the tree. Olly was still sitting there, playing watchguard.

“Come...Come back to me Olly!”

Masaru patted the padding on his right shoulder on his coat to which was Olly’s spot. Maz walked close over to the tree, standing a little under the limb, waiting for his friend to rejoin him.

“Come...Sit back where you belong! Right now Olly!”

Olly made his way onto Maz’s shoulder, grabbing a firm hold with his claws. The Owl hooted once more as it pleased Maz, making him smile.

“You really are a good friend Olly! You listen to me, you obey the orders given. You watch out for me. That’s a friend, indeed!”

Maz slowly and carefully walked back up the slight hill as he stood on the dirt path that was the walkway as Maz looked around.

“It’s going to be a festival of blood Mason. I’m looking forward to placing your head right beside the others I’ve put on wooden stakes. You SHOULD’VE been there already from the last time but this time, I PROMISE I will make you my newest collection. I’ll even style your Mohawk back to top form. A lot of Mousse to keep it stiffy. Might can even form the edge of your ‘hawk as a knife sharpener and sharpen my Katana...from time to time. A lot of plans you see after I finish you.”

The Owl goes to hoot once more as it causes Maz to smile.

“You right, Olly! It’s time to go home. We’ve had our fun for the day. There’s more to be had soon! Sweet dreams, Mason. You better pray to your GOD for some Super Powers because I swear to you, this will not be a pretty aftersight. Believe me!”

Maz playfully kicked up some of the dirt and rocks along the pathway as he walked off with much confidence running through his body. His friend Olly, the Owl remained perched, not moving as his owner had kicked up dirt in the air. The scene had later faded as Maz had disappeared from sight soon after as he seemingly headed for the exit at the park.