Fake Reflection

“Name?” Dan asked behind his bullet proof booth just inside the gate. “Ivan Moody.” the man told him as Dan scanned his list of expected people. “Drive forward. You’ll be met at the door.” he said pushing a button to open the gate. Ivan drove down the long drive, and parked in front of the door, halfway around a circle drive. Matt and JB stood at the top of the stairs leading to the front door, waiting as five men exited the vehicle. “Afternoon, guys.” Matt greeted opening the door as they walked up the four steps. Zacky and Jimmy awaited them in the entryway, and the Berrys followed them in, closing the door behind them. “I’m Zacky Vengeance,” Zack started, introducing himself, “That’s The Rev,” he said motioning to Jimmy with his head, Jimmy not really acknowledging them, “Follow us. Shadz and Gates are waiting.” he finished leading them into the house.

They walked strait ahead down a hall on the right side of the stair case, stopping at the closed door at the end. Jimmy opened the door, and stepped aside, so the five could enter. “Have a seat gentlemen.” Shadz said with a smile, motioning to the five chairs placed in front of his desk. Ivan and his men sat in the chairs, and he took in his surroundings. The Berrys took a seat in the chairs that sat behind a table on the left of Shadz desk, various papers laid out. Gates stood, emotionless next to Shadows, who was sitting behind his desk. Zack took a seat in a chair behind a table on the other side of Shadz desk. There was nothing, but a laptop sitting on it. There were five small boxes stacked together on the floor next to him. Jimmy stood behind a table next to Zack. A camera was set up on a tripod, and there was some kind of device sitting next to a laptop on his table. “What is all this?” Ivan asked. “Procedure.” Shadz stated simply. Ivan nodded, already irritated by the ordeal. “Shall we get started then,” Shadz said opening his laptop on his desk, “Do you have a name for yourselves?” he asked glancing at Ivan. “Five Finger Death Punch.” he said. Shadz smirked as he typed it in. “I like that.” he said.

Ivan let a smile come out. He didn’t really care what he liked. This was fucking pointless to him. “And you’re in charge?” Shadz asked. Ivan nodded. “Is Ivan Moody your real name?” he questioned. “No.” Ivan said, not hinting at what it was. “What is it?” Shadz questioned looking up from his laptop. “None of your business.” Ivan said. “Well then I guess we’re done here,” Shadz said closing his laptop, “You can leave, and don’t even think about doing business in my country.” he stated low, crossing his arms over his chest. “Your country?” Ivan asked with mocked amusement. “That’s what I said, so I suggest you show me some fucking respect.” Shadz warned. “Or what?” Ivan challenged, leaning close to Shadz desk. Shadows smirked, and leaned forward as well. Before Ivan knew what was happening, Shadz slammed his face down onto his desk. Ivan pulled back, and cradled his bleeding nose. “Or I’ll fucking show you how.” Shadz hissed.

“Now,” Shadz started leaning back in his chair, “Would you like to continue?” he asked cocking a brow. Ivan nodded, rage bubbling in his veins. Shadz reached to his right, and grabbed a box of tissues, and tossed them at Ivan’s feet. “Clean yourself up, and try not to get blood all over my shit.” Shadz said opening his laptop again. Ivan reached down, and grabbed the box. “Real name?” Shadz questioned again. “Ivan Greening.” he stated as he pulled out some tissue to clean the blood. He thought all of this was bullshit, but no one would even consider doing business with them until they were officiated by Avenged Sevenfold. Ivan had a problem with authority, and didn’t particularly like playing by someone else rules. “And your second?” Shadz asked. Ivan motioned to the man sitting to his right as he continued to clean the blood coming from his nose. Shadz looked to the man, “Zoltan Bathory.” he spoke up, more compliant than Ivan. “Real name?” Shadz asked as he typed the name into his computer. Zoltan nodded. “I can’t hear the rocks rolling around in your head.” Shadz stated not looking at the man. “Yes sir.” he said quickly. “You?” Shadz asked the man sitting on the other side of Zoltan. “Jeremy Spencer.” he said. Shadz looked at the man sitting on Ivan’s left once he was done typing the name in, “Jason Hook.” he said immediately. “Chr-” Shadz raised his hand cutting off the man sitting next to Jason. “Did I look at you?” Shadz asked sternly. “Sorry sir.” the man said looking down.

Shadz went back to typing Jason into his computer before finally looking at the last man. “Chris Kael.” he said quietly. Shadz finished putting all the names in. “Are you the only one using an alias?” Shadz asked looking to Ivan. He nodded, and Shadz narrowed his eyes at him. He could already tell this guy was going to be a problem. “Alright, here’s how it’s gonna work,” Shadz started, leaning back in his chair, “Vengeance has five boxes laid out, you’re going to put all weapons you have in them-” “What the fuck for?” Ivan interrupted him. Shadz looked at the man with warning, “Don’t interrupt me again,” he said low before continuing, “We need to know who owns what, and then he will do some ballistics tests on them to be ran through data bases. Our legal counsel has a copy of the rules that you will each need to sign once you’ve given Vengeance your weapons.” Shadz stated. “This is fucking bullshit!” Ivan declaired standing from his chair, “Rules? Ballistics tests-” he started, “There will be fingerprinting and DNA testing done as well.” Shadz interrupted him, oddly calm with a smirk. “No fucking way.” Ivan hissed, “Who the fuck do you think-” Shadz cut him off again. “I’m the motherfucker in charge,” Shadz stated, standing as well, and placing his hands on his desk, “And I suggest if you don’t want me to end you right fucking now,” he said low leaning into Ivan’s face, “You sit the fuck down, and shut the fuck up.” he hissed, glaring at him, “And who the fuck put you in charge?” Ivan asked low. “I took out Metallica motherfucker,” Shadz lied seeing slight fear flash in some of the men‘s eyes, “You have a problem with how I do things, then take us out,” Shadz paused and smirked wickedly at the man, “I dare you.” he whispered.

Ivan returned Shadows’ glare before looking to the stone cold face of Gates standing next to him. Jimmy’s wicked smirk was a little unsettling to him as he looked to his direction. Ivan knew it was probably smarter to swallow his pride, and play by their rules….for now. “My apologies.” Ivan said backing off, and taking his seat. Shadz sat back down, but kept his eyes on Ivan. “Once you’ve signed the rules,” Shadz started getting back to what they were doing, “The Rev will take your picture, and scan both of your hands,” he said as Jimmy turned on the device next to his laptop, “Then you will go to the infirmary, where Christ will draw some blood for a DNA sample.” Shadz explained. “E-excuse me sir,” Chris spoke up nervously raising his hand. Shadz gave him an amused look to continue, “What’s all this for?” he asked, “To protect the innocent.” Shadz told him simply. Chris looked at him confused, and Shadz let out a slightly frustrated sigh. “We’re looking at your crimes, and any crimes unsolved,” he started to explain further, “Your petty stuff I could care less about. It’s the pedophiles, and the psychopaths I’m trying to keep out,” he said, “I don’t need another Disturbed on my hands.” he finished at a mumble. “How do you do that?” Chris questioned further. Jimmy let out a whistle, and pointed down at himself when they looked at him. “Any other questions?” Shadz asked looking at the five men in front of him as they shook their heads. “Good,” he muttered, “Lets get started then, I’m a very busy man.” he said leaning back in his chair, and crossing his arms.

Shadz sat and watched as the men placed their guns and knives in the boxes on Zacky’s table. He wasn’t to concerned about the other four, but he kept his eyes trained on Ivan. It was obvious he had a problem playing by someone else rules. He didn’t seem dangerous, or psychotic, just defiant. Shadz didn’t really see him as a threat, but more as a troublemaker he was going to have to put into check. “So what happens if you find something?” Ivan asked as Jimmy scanned his hands, “You going to turn us in?” he asked. “Why would I do that?” Shadz asked seriously, “It’s not like the justice system is reliable, and as long as your not a serial killer, or harming children, I don’t give a fuck.” he stated. “And if I am?” Ivan challenged him. Shadz glared at him. This guy was testing his last nerve. “Then you won’t make it out of this house alive.” Shadz said low.

Zacky finished typing in all the serial numbers, and gun descriptions into his computer. Stacking the boxes on top of each other, he left the office to the basement where he could shoot them. They were looking at the markings left on the bullets after being fired. Jimmy would then be able to see if he could match them with any unsolved crimes. The last picture was taken, and Shadz stood from his desk. “This way gentlemen.” he said leading them to the door. They went down a hall to the right of Shadows office that lead to the infirmary. Johnny, and Cam were waiting for them. “This is Christ,” Shadz started, “He’ll be drawing your blood, and this is Cam. He’ll get you marked once Christ is done.” he told them. “Marked?” Ivan asked. “A tattoo. A symbol that connects you all to the gang.” Shadz said showing them the deathbat on his stomach. Ivan nodded, and hopped up onto a bed for Johnny. Shadz left them there in the infirmary. “Keep an eye on him.” he whispered to Brian before leaving.

Notes

Defiant one, that Ivan is (insert Yoda's voice)