Post by Rated R on Apr 3, 2009 12:49:03 GMT -5
The lights would usually light up the night sky, hundreds of neon lights, flashing red and yellow. Symbols of a corrupt culture, doomed humanity. Each building in this city is a symbol of a time honoured tradition – gambling, sex, drugs and rock n’ Roll.
Self Destruction.
But from here, hundreds of feet above the city, a spot that not even the sins of corruption can reach naturally the lights look like small dots of colour, the people that drive this sinful culture nonexistent. This rooftop that I stand upon stands over the rest of the city, allowing me a sense of freedom that is un-findable amongst the doomed souls that litter the streets I must walk.
I stand on the edge of the world, and lean over. If I just let myself go, plummet to the earth below, then I would be rid of the sinners, the malcontents, the underserving.
Just one week away from what promises to be the most bloody match of my career, I find myself facing Kurt Burton, my allies former partner. Burton is nothing if not a footnote in the history that I am forging. But one should not underestimate their enemy, let alone when there are dozens more waiting in the shadows, waiting to swallow you into the abyss.
The Annointed. They feel they are holier than the heavens and hells themselves. They want to bring order, or rather disorder, into my company. But that is not something that I can allow. They may be legends of this company, but a legend is something told from one person to another. Information becomes distorted, facts are exaggerated.
And then there’s Blaze. He doesn’t know when to quit, when to lay down. He’s a dying animal just waiting to be put out of its misery. He thinks he can find three men to stand by his side, he’ll be lucky if he can find one. I have no need to fear him, because he is nothing but an tragic hero. He could be great, but it is his own fateful flaw that stops him. His pride. Yukio Blaze is a sinner, and shall be stopped.
I take a step back, and breath in the night air, smooth and pure – a rarity in this world. If I fell then who would be left to punish the sinners, to ensure order is kept in this business. No, not this business, my business.
My phone rings in my pocket. I take one look behind me, to the specs of light that lies below, and bring the phone to my ear.
Back to normality.
Self Destruction.
But from here, hundreds of feet above the city, a spot that not even the sins of corruption can reach naturally the lights look like small dots of colour, the people that drive this sinful culture nonexistent. This rooftop that I stand upon stands over the rest of the city, allowing me a sense of freedom that is un-findable amongst the doomed souls that litter the streets I must walk.
I stand on the edge of the world, and lean over. If I just let myself go, plummet to the earth below, then I would be rid of the sinners, the malcontents, the underserving.
Just one week away from what promises to be the most bloody match of my career, I find myself facing Kurt Burton, my allies former partner. Burton is nothing if not a footnote in the history that I am forging. But one should not underestimate their enemy, let alone when there are dozens more waiting in the shadows, waiting to swallow you into the abyss.
The Annointed. They feel they are holier than the heavens and hells themselves. They want to bring order, or rather disorder, into my company. But that is not something that I can allow. They may be legends of this company, but a legend is something told from one person to another. Information becomes distorted, facts are exaggerated.
And then there’s Blaze. He doesn’t know when to quit, when to lay down. He’s a dying animal just waiting to be put out of its misery. He thinks he can find three men to stand by his side, he’ll be lucky if he can find one. I have no need to fear him, because he is nothing but an tragic hero. He could be great, but it is his own fateful flaw that stops him. His pride. Yukio Blaze is a sinner, and shall be stopped.
I take a step back, and breath in the night air, smooth and pure – a rarity in this world. If I fell then who would be left to punish the sinners, to ensure order is kept in this business. No, not this business, my business.
My phone rings in my pocket. I take one look behind me, to the specs of light that lies below, and bring the phone to my ear.
Back to normality.
