Post by jimbobdudley on Apr 26, 2007 15:58:38 GMT -5
A droplet hangs for deer life off a sign. As its body becomes larger, the area connecting it to the surface above is tensely weakening. It suddenly gives way. The drip free falls to the floor. Lights, reflections and all of its surroundings swirl around it. They rush through it. They appear as quickly as they vanish. The drip then makes contact with the floor. It sends little splashes of water around it. It seeps into the puddle and disappears within. Never to be seen again. As the shapes begin to form once more after the drips sudden appearance, we make out more clues to where we are. An alleyway. The floor made of stone as dark as the night. High walls climb either side, scaling up wards to the star filled sky. Clubs, bars and what have you surround it on either side. A shadowed figure is seen stepping into the entrance. A long black coat of some sort swings behind him. He beckons closer. Each foot step becoming louder, and louder. He steps in to a single light in the alleyway. His clothes, features and face have now all become clear as he stands and looks up to the light.
Enter the Possessed Child.
He stands, eyes bloodshot, his skin wrinkled with worry. A beer bottle is caught in his hand. His fingers wrapped around it like he is trying to strangle it. The Child looks down at the night and attempts to take a long drink out of the bottle. It's empty. The Child gives it a dirty, disappointing look, and throws it to the floor in rage. It miraculously does not break and instead rolls off into the shadows of the wall.
The Possessed Child breathes in heavily and swaggers over to a nearby wall. He uses his back as a buffer against it and slides down to the cold floor.
What's become of me?
This is referring to his recent match against Useless. The amount of the Childs anger showed was unusual for us. It went beyond all limits. Useless was mauled limb by limb and at the end Child look emotionless to his actions.
I knew I needed a wake up, but this has gone far beyond my belief...do I even know who I'am anymore?
He stares to the puddles in the ground, looking deep into the reflection. He stares at with blank eyes, as if its the first time he's seen himself. He reaches into his coat and pulls out the barbed wire bat for which he caries, along with his walking stick, as protection. The sharp razor blades coming off the wire glisten in the lights reflection.
It's calling out to me...
He places the barbed wire on his now naked wrist. He looks to the wrist. His face determined as he looks to give that deadly swipe. He tightens his grip.
Hey, what the f*ck do you think your doing?
Out of the shadows steps The High Horror. Its obvious from his facial expressions that he is somewhat angered by the Possessed Childs state. A small pinch of fear seems to enter him when he sees the position of the barbed wire.
Hey, Possessed...thingy...I'm not one for counseling at this stage of time, but I seriously believe you should reconsider what I think your going to do.
The Possessed Child turns his attention to the tall figure of the High Horror. Despite the overall size difference, it still seems the Possessed Child is acting like 7" 3'.
What would you know, Horror? How would you know to think yourself as a total stranger? A man you can't even trust?
The sluriness of the words that roll in the Possessed Child's mouth give some insight to the Horror.
Oh I know oh so well how your feeling.
The Horror slides down the same wall as the Possessed Child, who looks on in confusion. The Child, unsteadily, puts the barbed wire bat down as he looks to see the Horror pull out a picture.
Xana...she was the jewel in my crown. I remember holding her in my arms. Just a bundle of skin and bones who didn't know what the Hell was happening...and she was mine. Love couldn't describe it. It was my shining moment...until she was taken away from me.
A lone tear rolls down the cheek of the Horror as the memories roll in.
When she went, my life went with her. I couldn't go through a day without thinking of her. I had to drink to forget the pain and suffering. The wife couldn't see my pain though...the bitch... So, yeah Child. I do know what it's like to not know yourself. I do know the pain your going through. I didn't go emo and nearly slit my wrist though. What I also know is that the PPV is coming soon and your leaning against a wall pissed out of your skull. We're in a tag team match. Can you remember that? Probably can't, but hey. Right, we got Useless. You mauled him in a match, remember? If you leave me the pieces, that'll give me something to do. Now, Lydia Frost. Now, she's a women. And according the rule book, we're meant to be good to the lady. In this case we'll give it a exception. Cos' we all know rules are meant to be broken, eh?
He rises, convinced he's cured the Possessed Child of his woes.
What's it you say these days again? Child something?
The Child Expects?
Thats it. The Horror does too an' all. Now, off to the hotel. I'm shattered and your pissed.
The Child slowly gets up and walks side by side with Horror out of the dark alleyway. But there is one thing haunting him at the back of his mind...
Was the beer talking about not trusting myself...or was it me?...
Enter the Possessed Child.
He stands, eyes bloodshot, his skin wrinkled with worry. A beer bottle is caught in his hand. His fingers wrapped around it like he is trying to strangle it. The Child looks down at the night and attempts to take a long drink out of the bottle. It's empty. The Child gives it a dirty, disappointing look, and throws it to the floor in rage. It miraculously does not break and instead rolls off into the shadows of the wall.
The Possessed Child breathes in heavily and swaggers over to a nearby wall. He uses his back as a buffer against it and slides down to the cold floor.
What's become of me?
This is referring to his recent match against Useless. The amount of the Childs anger showed was unusual for us. It went beyond all limits. Useless was mauled limb by limb and at the end Child look emotionless to his actions.
I knew I needed a wake up, but this has gone far beyond my belief...do I even know who I'am anymore?
He stares to the puddles in the ground, looking deep into the reflection. He stares at with blank eyes, as if its the first time he's seen himself. He reaches into his coat and pulls out the barbed wire bat for which he caries, along with his walking stick, as protection. The sharp razor blades coming off the wire glisten in the lights reflection.
It's calling out to me...
He places the barbed wire on his now naked wrist. He looks to the wrist. His face determined as he looks to give that deadly swipe. He tightens his grip.
Hey, what the f*ck do you think your doing?
Out of the shadows steps The High Horror. Its obvious from his facial expressions that he is somewhat angered by the Possessed Childs state. A small pinch of fear seems to enter him when he sees the position of the barbed wire.
Hey, Possessed...thingy...I'm not one for counseling at this stage of time, but I seriously believe you should reconsider what I think your going to do.
The Possessed Child turns his attention to the tall figure of the High Horror. Despite the overall size difference, it still seems the Possessed Child is acting like 7" 3'.
What would you know, Horror? How would you know to think yourself as a total stranger? A man you can't even trust?
The sluriness of the words that roll in the Possessed Child's mouth give some insight to the Horror.
Oh I know oh so well how your feeling.
The Horror slides down the same wall as the Possessed Child, who looks on in confusion. The Child, unsteadily, puts the barbed wire bat down as he looks to see the Horror pull out a picture.
Xana...she was the jewel in my crown. I remember holding her in my arms. Just a bundle of skin and bones who didn't know what the Hell was happening...and she was mine. Love couldn't describe it. It was my shining moment...until she was taken away from me.
A lone tear rolls down the cheek of the Horror as the memories roll in.
When she went, my life went with her. I couldn't go through a day without thinking of her. I had to drink to forget the pain and suffering. The wife couldn't see my pain though...the bitch... So, yeah Child. I do know what it's like to not know yourself. I do know the pain your going through. I didn't go emo and nearly slit my wrist though. What I also know is that the PPV is coming soon and your leaning against a wall pissed out of your skull. We're in a tag team match. Can you remember that? Probably can't, but hey. Right, we got Useless. You mauled him in a match, remember? If you leave me the pieces, that'll give me something to do. Now, Lydia Frost. Now, she's a women. And according the rule book, we're meant to be good to the lady. In this case we'll give it a exception. Cos' we all know rules are meant to be broken, eh?
He rises, convinced he's cured the Possessed Child of his woes.
What's it you say these days again? Child something?
The Child Expects?
Thats it. The Horror does too an' all. Now, off to the hotel. I'm shattered and your pissed.
The Child slowly gets up and walks side by side with Horror out of the dark alleyway. But there is one thing haunting him at the back of his mind...
Was the beer talking about not trusting myself...or was it me?...
