Post by Rated R on Oct 7, 2007 9:49:44 GMT -5
I have never been one for anything mushy, emotions just are not my thing. There is only one thing that is guaranteed in this life, you live and then you die, it’s as simple as that.
I never knew my parents; they were apparently killed accidently in a fire when I was young. The Disciples took me in, raised me, and I turned my back on them as well. I also had a brother; the Disciple’s never told me that, I had to find out on my own. Now I am here, for the first time.
Trace: Hey bro, sorry I have not been here before now, I could never find the right time
The wind is howling, and the clouds are rolling in. It won’t be long until the rain starts. Most likely torrential downpours, so I can’t be long. Can’t believe where we are, I never thought that I would come to a place like this. The grass is dying, and mounds of dirt surround me, some filled in and some left open, like someone has left a grave just for me.
Trace: I really don’t know what I am meant to say, I haven’t said a word to you my whole life.
A man walks behind me, wearing a scruffy trench coat, which is brown and covered in dirt, obviously this guy has never heard of a washing machine.
Trace: I’m a wrestler now, and I'm going to win gold once again, there’s some tough opposition but I will just have to try my hardest.
A drop of rain lands on my head, knew I wasn’t lucky enough to get out of here without something going wrong. I look up to see the sky; it’s gone completely black, as if it is angry at something. It looks like the sky is going to fall, as if it will drop from above me along with the hopes and dreams of so many people, destroy everything, the good and the bad, the live and the dead.
? : Friend of yours
I turn around the see the trench coated man.
Trace: Yeah, my brother.
He nods, and explains that looks after the place, and that he has to close up. As I leave I turn around and watch as the gates close. I stare at the grave that belongs to my brother, and decide that I will win this match for him, and then I will tear the Disciples down from the inside out.
I never knew my parents; they were apparently killed accidently in a fire when I was young. The Disciples took me in, raised me, and I turned my back on them as well. I also had a brother; the Disciple’s never told me that, I had to find out on my own. Now I am here, for the first time.
Trace: Hey bro, sorry I have not been here before now, I could never find the right time
The wind is howling, and the clouds are rolling in. It won’t be long until the rain starts. Most likely torrential downpours, so I can’t be long. Can’t believe where we are, I never thought that I would come to a place like this. The grass is dying, and mounds of dirt surround me, some filled in and some left open, like someone has left a grave just for me.
Trace: I really don’t know what I am meant to say, I haven’t said a word to you my whole life.
A man walks behind me, wearing a scruffy trench coat, which is brown and covered in dirt, obviously this guy has never heard of a washing machine.
Trace: I’m a wrestler now, and I'm going to win gold once again, there’s some tough opposition but I will just have to try my hardest.
A drop of rain lands on my head, knew I wasn’t lucky enough to get out of here without something going wrong. I look up to see the sky; it’s gone completely black, as if it is angry at something. It looks like the sky is going to fall, as if it will drop from above me along with the hopes and dreams of so many people, destroy everything, the good and the bad, the live and the dead.
? : Friend of yours
I turn around the see the trench coated man.
Trace: Yeah, my brother.
He nods, and explains that looks after the place, and that he has to close up. As I leave I turn around and watch as the gates close. I stare at the grave that belongs to my brother, and decide that I will win this match for him, and then I will tear the Disciples down from the inside out.
