Post by Revvie® on Nov 5, 2010 15:09:57 GMT -5
Till Truth Do Us Part.
Arc I: Act III
Jason had not returned home. I wondered if that truly mattered at all anymore. The room was littered with photos of us. They laid strewn out in, a mostly, chaotic creature. My shirt looked crude and the stains on my pants did them no justice as well. There had to be a smell about me but I could not sense it. My hair was greasy, I had not bathed in what seemed like months. I could sense Jason’s embrace but he was not present. The T.V. went to static. My attention was at the photo in hand.
It had been a photo of us a few years back. Jason was smiling while kissing me on the cheek. My smile had grown too, an intense look of joy had overtaken my face.
….The camera clicked and Jason seem to pay it any mind. He continued to plant kisses upon my neck until the lady grunted. We both giggled, smiled, and relayed our gratitude before departing.
It was midday in Vegas. We had spent most of that day just touring. But we could not wait till our first real night in Vegas, it was sure to be something we would not forget.
Jason was putting his face on for the night, it was a little boring so I had decided to turn on the T.V. He had been went up to the room early while I was still sight seeing. When it came on I realized he had left a D.V.D. in player. I could never have been prepared for what I had seen. On the screen, as if frozen in time, was a much younger Jason. He had about his person a costume of priest, white collar and all. His body was bloody and beaten as if he had been a victim of the inquisition. It was a beautiful in a way. The way he dangled upon the cross and his body seem to be sinking into itself. Upon his head was a crown of barbs, it was all so chaotic. It just couldn’t be Jason.
“What the hell are you doing?” His voice cracked the silence with a breathe of fire. We had only been dating three months. It was the first and what I had hoped would be the last time Jason had struck me but it was clear it definitely wasn’t the first time he had struck a man.
Jason’s hand came across my face hard. “Listen to me this once,” his was firm now but had lost its previous temperament. I was to fearful of him to say anything so I just listened. “I’m sure this wont make any sense to you but I have a past, one that I would rather like to let be just that.” Jason’s eyes lowered to the ground and he rested his body on bed. “What all we do is not necessarily the person we are, this is something along those lines.”
[/right]Arc I: Act III
Jason had not returned home. I wondered if that truly mattered at all anymore. The room was littered with photos of us. They laid strewn out in, a mostly, chaotic creature. My shirt looked crude and the stains on my pants did them no justice as well. There had to be a smell about me but I could not sense it. My hair was greasy, I had not bathed in what seemed like months. I could sense Jason’s embrace but he was not present. The T.V. went to static. My attention was at the photo in hand.
It had been a photo of us a few years back. Jason was smiling while kissing me on the cheek. My smile had grown too, an intense look of joy had overtaken my face.
I remember how he was….
….The camera clicked and Jason seem to pay it any mind. He continued to plant kisses upon my neck until the lady grunted. We both giggled, smiled, and relayed our gratitude before departing.
It was midday in Vegas. We had spent most of that day just touring. But we could not wait till our first real night in Vegas, it was sure to be something we would not forget.
Jason was putting his face on for the night, it was a little boring so I had decided to turn on the T.V. He had been went up to the room early while I was still sight seeing. When it came on I realized he had left a D.V.D. in player. I could never have been prepared for what I had seen. On the screen, as if frozen in time, was a much younger Jason. He had about his person a costume of priest, white collar and all. His body was bloody and beaten as if he had been a victim of the inquisition. It was a beautiful in a way. The way he dangled upon the cross and his body seem to be sinking into itself. Upon his head was a crown of barbs, it was all so chaotic. It just couldn’t be Jason.
“What the hell are you doing?” His voice cracked the silence with a breathe of fire. We had only been dating three months. It was the first and what I had hoped would be the last time Jason had struck me but it was clear it definitely wasn’t the first time he had struck a man.
Jason’s hand came across my face hard. “Listen to me this once,” his was firm now but had lost its previous temperament. I was to fearful of him to say anything so I just listened. “I’m sure this wont make any sense to you but I have a past, one that I would rather like to let be just that.” Jason’s eyes lowered to the ground and he rested his body on bed. “What all we do is not necessarily the person we are, this is something along those lines.”
It was dropped and the rest of the night went great….
He had lied to me that night, this was the person Jason was. I latched onto the remote and hit play.
Kyzer laughs through his blood and signals to the rafters of the arena. From the roof of the building a structure begins to be lowered. A steel cross, held by chains, makes its way down to the ring and and lays flat. Kyzer drags Rev to his feet and throws him onto the cross. He then rolls out of the ring and goes under it where he grabs a reel of barbed wire. He throws it into the ring and then grabs a steel chair and throws that in as well. Kyzer enters the ring again and Rev is getting up. Kyzer smashes him with a chair and then goes about tying him to the cross with the barber wire. He wraps it around Rev's arms and then his legs so that he can't move without slashing himself.
Hayden: I guess this is the stigmatic surprise folks. I can't believe my eyes
Crystal: Kyzer acts of violence!
Kyzer then signals again and the chains lose their slack. The cross stands up and Rev screams in pain as the barbs dig into him. Kyzer then places a circle of barbed wire on Rev's head crowning him. He pulls the crown down so that it digs into his forehead causing even more blood to pour from Reverend Shadow. The ref decides he has seen enough and calls for the bell. “Coma White” echoes around the SuperBrawl arena and the main event is over.
“I,m sorry.” I could hear the echo of his voice but he still was not there. Our home was, and had been, empty. He wasn’t real. The man who took such a beating and still had time to reinvent his life in a lie is a man I would not want to be opposite of. His cold and dead eyes that seem to be all the more frequent. Whether it was in person or on the T.V.
He was no longer a man of reason or maybe he just wasn’t a man at all. Jason was inhuman and it scared me. I grabbed my remote and restarted the match. Then it all just faded.
“Can I interest you in a deal of sorts.”
Lucifer
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