A young woman in business casual attire stepped onto one of the eighty subway stations in Los Angeles. A blonde, probably in her late twenties, carrying a slim, black briefcase. A long day at the office led to the sun beginning to set as she stepped into the shuttle which, as fate would have it, was nearly empty. Aside from three very notable passengers.
An absolutely immense man in green coveralls with his head lowered and his massive hands buried over his bald cranium. It looked as though something was concealing his face.
Another giant of a man who looked like some sort filthy trucker. His eyes stared completely forward and he didn't budge in the slightest when the shuttle's doors slid open. He sat slouched over and his long, stringy dark hair rested along his shoulders.
Finally a man with a straw hat pulled low over his face. He hands were folded just below his waist and his head slightly lifted when the new passenger suddenly got on board.
If her home wasn't so far away and the shuttle wasn't already in motion she would have strongly considered departing. These were possibly the last three people you wanted to be stuck in a subway with. She decided to sit as far away as possible and keep her eyes firmly away from them. Things were silent other than the sound the of the shuttle progressing forward. The woman decided to open her briefcase and look over some notes but when she lifted her head she found the man in the straw hat sitting right beside her. Head still lowered and the brim of his hat still concealing his face. A gasp escaped her chest and she even jumped a little from the sudden sight.
Bray Wyatt: I've got quite a while before I reach my destination and my friends aren't much for social graces.
Wyatt's "family" members were still in the same positions. Almost like statues.
Bray Wyatt: It would help things move along a bit quicker if I had some conversation.
His head rose and a smile appeared on his bearded face. His own unique version of southern charm. The woman didn't say a word as this was becoming way too tense for her liking.
Bray Wyatt: Last week I had a run in with someone. A man. Things got a bit violent. But ultimately I was left standing tall and he was lost in a daze at my feet. It was the outcome I had suspected.
He chuckled to himself and the uncomfortable passenger gave a polite smile to the stranger but continued to avoid eye contact.
Bray Wyatt: I tried to warn him. I told him to go and read some pages out of the bible to try and find some good graces. But he just kept right along clutching his little rabbit foot to his heart. I couldn't deter him or his thoughts.
He laughed once more and folded one leg over the other, throwing his arms over the seats his back pressed against.
Bray Wyatt: Ya ever met someone like that? Someone who just didn't have enough sense to know when he was staring down something way bigger than him? A lot of hard headed people in this world. But that just means we gotta teach 'em right? Educate 'em. And I do believe I gave that man a proper education that night.
Often times when Wyatt spoke it was as if were in some kind of daze or trance. His eyes were wide and his smile was a mile long.
Bray Wyatt: Ya see, I am an accuser, seducer and a destroyer. I can be regarded as both good and evil.
He turned his sight back to the woman and his smile faded while his voice became tense and dropped almost to a near whisper.
Bray Wyatt: What do you know of Samael?
The woman held her briefcase close to her chest and leaned backwards although she was caught between Bray and the corner of the subway car they were in. The smile returned to his face.
Bray Wyatt: No need to fret. I just got a little sidetracked is all. Now, ya see, the man I mentioned earlier? They call him a champion. He calls himself a savoir. Personally, I don't believe it. I don't believe any man should be held in a higher esteem than any other. But they tell me if I were to..engage with this man once more that there is a possibility that I could a champion as well! The champion of what, pray tell? My cohorts and I are already wolves among sheep. We don't need a title, a shiny beacon, to be held over our heads! But if it is there desire for us to be held in such a regard than who are we to refuse such an offer?!
Bray brought himself to his feet and stretched his arms out wide, like an eagle ready to take flight.
Bray Wyatt: They call it the Path To Glory! Interesting choice of words! Glory. I have already blazed my own path and it would seem that the trail burns further and straight through that "Lucky Man"! The path that I've been down is a treacherous one. One were cowardly men dare not wander. I have seen him stuff, man. Some dark, menacing things. Some things that would keep you awake at night! Things that don't need to be hidden any longer!
He spun to face the bewildered and still silent woman, displaying uncharacteristic agility for a man of his girth.
Bray Wyatt: I will show that lucky man what real glory entails. I WILL SHOW THEM ALL! They may not be all to handle it. They may not be able to comprehend what they will see. I was once like them. Blind. I see everything now and let me tell you..it is amazing..
Bray, as he was wont to do, broke out into song and began to serenade the passenger. In a low voice, he corrupted the tune about peace into his own design.
Bray Wyatt: I see skies of blue.
Red roses too.
I see them bloom.
For me and for you.
And I think to myself.
What a wonderful world..
The female passenger at this point realized the kind of company she was keeping and was silently praying for her destination to come.
Bray Wyatt: There is another you see. A rival of sorts to that lucky man. They have been sort of at each others throats. Trying to claim supremacy over the other. Trading their victories and their prestige. Neither really gaining much of an advantage. The other man is sort of..a little wounded bird.
He held out his palms as if he had a winged creature within them.
Bray Wyatt: He can't fly as high as he used to. He can't reach those heights anymore. Poor little birdy's got himself a busted wing. Survivin' on worms and insects just crawlin' on the ground. He probably thinks this is his time to find his own path to glory. ..He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know what it's truly like to be free. Not like me. But I can give 'em a taste. Gotta be better than the bugs he's been dinin' on lately.
The man shrouded in mystique gave his head a few shakes.
Bray Wyatt: Ain't nothin' sadder than a bird that can't soar. Nothin. Even sadder that he can't possibly comprehend what is in store for him. A bird that can't fly can't do much hiding either and he's gonna want to hide. Not many people wanna stare into the unknown and that little birdy is one of those people.
The eerie and destructive leader of the Wyatt Family must have found some amusement in this scenario because he started to laugh again.
Bray Wyatt: Birds and rabbits, man! I gotta deal with the whole animal kingdom! ..But they're all just sheep in disguise. ..Sheep that I have to lead to the slaughter. Both of 'em. The rabbit didn't give me a whole lot of trouble and I don't imagine the bird is going to be any more of a threat. As if, I could be threatened! ME! The Eater Of Worlds! What can they possibly hope to do against me?! Other than tremble! Other than run! RUN!
Almost as if one cue the subway was brought to a halt as the woman's destination had arrived. Without a second thought she fled the car. Bray folded his arms behind his back.
Bray Wyatt: ..Wasn't much for socializing, was she? Tis a shame, my sons. Tis a shame.
The woman turned to look back and when she did she saw Erick Rowan standing with his palms against the glass and his face, covered in his expressionless sheep mask, pressed against it as well. She didn't look back a second time and hurried on her way.
