The Bad Apple

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“My whole life I’d been called a ‘bad apple‘.”

“When I was a kid in school, the teachers always said I was poisoning my peers when I defied their authority.”

“As a young thug I was called a mother fuckin’ disease on the streets because the drugs I was slingin’ kept ruining good people.”

“And now that I’m covered in all that sweet sticky viscera… I’m startin’ to think they were fuckin’ right.”

“Because Arcadia is one big barrel filled to the brim with sweet, crisp, corruptible, little apples in every last corner. Deliciously vulnerable minds just waitin’, beggin’ for some outside influence.”

“When I get given the chance to spread my sickness? I take it.”

“The more apples I turn to mush the closer to heaven become.”

“At Lambs to the Slaughter, I drove that needle deep into Foley’s neck and injected him full of evil for my own sick fuckin’ enjoyment. I watched the innocence leave his eyes, I saw his heart filled with poison, and I was elated.”

“Arcadia’s shiniest red apple, the paragon of love, friendship, and understanding left with an infection in his soul, a stain on his morality.”

“The permanent reminder than no one is safe from the sickness I bring.”

“Because deep beneath that cheesy fuckin’ smile and positive attitude is a core so black and rotten it’d make you sick. One bite into his flesh would leave you with a mouthful of blight and decay that’d make you fuckin’ vomit. His heart, his soul, left dripping with inky blackness all of Arcadia would call evil.”

“I took this man, this saint, and I ruined him. My corruption plunged Felix into the abyss and it held his head under until he drowned.”

“I killed him.”

“And yet Ezekiel Graves thinks he has what it takes to purify me in his holy fire.”

“But you don’t, Zekey.”

“No one does.”

“I want you to reach your hand deep into the barrel and try to pluck me out, to purify Arcadia with your bare fuckin’ hands.”

“But we both know you can’t.”

“With every rotten apple you toss aside another will take its place.”

“Your skin stained with the putrid filth that was once happiness, innocence.”

“At Ring of Dreams I’m giving Arcadia a look at the future. A big, disgusting bite of depravity.”

“As the pulp drains down your face, I want you to know.”

“I’m a lesson that Foley couldn’t teach.”

“A disease you can’t cure.”

“A sin you can’t fuckin forgive.”

“I’m the bad apple, I’m the man who spoiled the whole damn barrel for no reason other than the fact that I could.”

“The world title is going around my waist, everyone in Arcadia forced to feast on my corruption as two broken men lay at my feet.”

“Take a big bite, let the taste of Hatchet fill your mouths.”

“Swallow my rot.”

“Because eventually…”

“No matter how pure.”

“No matter how righteous.”

“Everybody gets downed by the clown.”