ISE RP - "Caesar"

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Kyzer - "I know. I didn't want to say anything but I'm starting to worry the smell might cling to those cushions."

I'm worried it already has.

Drakz - "Fix me a stiff drink and I'll go get wet."


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- 16:58 -


The cold came as a shock but comfort is a luxury I don't deserve at the moment. I'm standing bollock naked in Michael's wet room shower, too numb to shiver, swaying from side to side. I find myself staring at the grouting between the tiles that cover the room in its entirety, that's about as much excitement as I can handle at the moment. The shower-head is launching a myriad of water toward me, bouncing off the top of my head and p*ssing down my chest. The icy touch of spray is bringing a bit of clarity to the moment and I remain standing there, trying to collect myself. My thoughts have been singular for days now and I've been finding it hard to remember what happened all of 5 minutes ago, but like I said the cold is helping. I look down and watch as my d*ck shies away from the world and with my new line of vision I suddenly find myself with my forehead pressed against the wall for support.

I need to get laid, it's been weeks now, not that I'd tell anyone. Keeping up appearances is everything, at least that's what I keep telling myself. The only people I've spoken to, as far back as I care to think right now, have been suppliers of drugs. Whether it's Dr. Kyzer and his seemingly endless supply of prescriptions, my Californian Cannabinoid acquaintance or the fat arsed nurse from the hospital, every conversation has been fuelled by my hunger not to lose myself completely. I don't think I really need to put on a façade for any of them realistically, I think the theatrics are more for my own benefit. Whilst I may look strung out, and whilst I am more strung out than I look, I'm in a much safer place than I would be without the anaesthetising power of modern medicine. Maintaining a world of sedation keeps my more, shall we say, unorthodox mental workings at bay, and that is a relief for everyone whether they know it or not. I'm snapped from my naked trance by a voice from outside the confines of this box.

Kyzer - "Don't go masturbating in there, seamen can block a drain you know!"

I grin to myself but can think of no witty reply, and if it's not witty why bother? My skin tingles, the hairs standing on end and leaving the surface looking like a plucked chicken. I haven't even so much as picked up the soap let alone scrubbed away the dirt but my limp hand is already turning the tap anti-clockwise and the pressure of the water drops right down to nothing, the droplets falling haphazardly from their caves until they stop altogether. I grab the towel and wrap it around my waist, a little prematurely perhaps but I can feel sleep slowly creeping up on me and I don't wish to frighten it off with any sudden movements.


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- 17:14 -


I plod, zombie like, into the corridor and am greeted by the drink I requested. Straight spiced rum on the rocks. Good man.

Kyzer - "I don't know if you did it on purpose or you were just out of it when you supplied your address, but this letter arrived for you this morning."

I look gormlessly at Michael, not even really knowing what he's talking about. Why would a letter for me arrive at a house I've never lived in? He hands me the brown paper envelope and the first thing I spy, written on the reverse is the address. The only word I need to recognise jumps out at me. "Denver." I don't need to absorb any more than that to know exactly what to expect. The drink goes down the hatch, ice cubs and all. I crunch them to slush and my eyes close. Taking a huge breath inward I begin to walk down the corridor and back toward the lounge, opening the letter as I go. I haphazardly drop the envelope to the ground and continue wobbling forward not knowing what I'm about to read.

Kyzer - "Here's me thinking you English had such good etiquette and I watch you do that."

Yet again I give no response. F*ck it. I unfold the letter and flop onto the sofa to begin reading it:

"Dear Mr Cray,

As you are well aware by this stage I am your Mother's first port of call within the Rose Medical Centre. Her care is my number one priority and I would like to make you as aware as I am that her situation is steadily deteriorating. However I feel this information is not necessary as you have now seen for yourself the havoc the disease is reaking on her body.

I know you visited the hospital on Thursday afternoon and promptly left before making contact with either myself or your Mother. I also know you had in your possession a considerable amount of marijuana, an amount so large in fact the possibility of your completing the appropriate jail sentence is somewhat laughable."

What the f*ck is this!? What does this b*tch want from me? How has this letter beaten me back to an address no one should associate with me? My body, still wet with the water from the shower, is tense and I throw myself back to my feet. I read back, aloud, for Michael's sake what I have just read and then continue to read the rest in a similar vein.

"I therefore believe my knowledge of this matter should be enough to bring you to pay us another visit, only this time completing what you set out to do in communicating with your Mother. If I do not hear from you within 1 week I will take my knowledge of both your identity and your illegal manoeuvres to the police and you will be reprimanded immediately."

Kyzer - "Wait, who is this? What is this all about mate? Do you owe someone money? Because I can sort that."

I shoot a look at him and I think the fear in my eyes tells enough of a story for me not to have to respond.

Kyzer - "Okay so it's not money they want from you. What's going on? I can't help unless you tell me."

I don't even bother to read the rest of the letter, instead I attempt to screw it into a ball but I fumble with it and it drops to the carpet.

Drakz - "WH0RE! F*CK! F*CK! F*CKING WH0RE!"

My lungs feel like they're bleeding I'm shouting so loud. I look around for something to smash to pieces but Michael has seen enough and pushes me back onto the sofa and out of the reach of anything breakable.

Kyzer - "Chill the hell out and explain to me what this is."

He picks the tattered sheet up and waves it at me. I can barely see I'm so angry. If that doctor were within an hours drive of me right now I would be on my way to push my d*ck through her head.

Within seconds Michael has slipped a freshly lit smoke into my mouth and supplied another glass of rum to try and calm my nerves. I try to focus and accept that I can do nothing right now to remedy the situation. This is the first time in years I have been in the passenger's seat while some other sh*t louse drives my life head first into a brick wall. I am the fat controller and no one usually has the gall to challenge that, but this……this……….f*cking woman! This no tail, rat bag, scum sucking dead beat has her finger so far up my ass I can taste the dirt under her nails, and just like a puppet there's nothing I can do about it. She literally has the reins.

Once again the drink is gone in one single movement and I move onto chaining the contents of the smoking staff that hangs from my down-turned mouth.

Drakz - "I need to sleep and get my head straight. Where are those valium? No funny business this time either."

Michael doesn't hesitate, tossing me the container. It hits me in the chest as my reactions are not even close to fast enough to make the catch. I pick it up, unscrew the lid and toss it to the ground. Salvation from my days of insomniatic madness spills out into a small mound of pills in my hand.

Kyzer - "Go easy they're 15 milligrams!"

His voice is static to my ears and I drop the handful. Even in my current state I'm well aware 20mg is enough to put me down for the night, but I don't want to wake up for at least 48 hours and I'd estimate that dose at 75mg, so that shouldn't be a problem.

Kyzer - "If you stop breathing where do you want me to bury you?"

It's a lost cause Michael, I'm not in the mood for jokes. I'm in the mood for killing or sleeping, and seeing as the first option is out of the question right now I'll take the latter, in abundance.

Dr. Phillips, you have angered the beast and I'm coming for you.


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Tuesday 14th February 2012 (Valentines Day)

- 20:45 -


Once again I find myself lurking in the bushes outside of a colleagues place of residence, and once again it is because of my good friend Isaac, or Drakz as most people know him. The real man of the hour. Why is it every time he has a high profile match he takes to invading the privacy of his opponents home life? I can't tell if it's a perversion of his or if it is merely a coincidence. We must look like a pair of idiots, shimmying along the hedgerow, dressed in all black, in this suburban neighbourhood. We're practically in plain sight to the entire street under the yellow glow of the street lights.

Drakz - "What number is this house?"

Kyzer - "I can see as little as you from behind this bush. Why don't you stroll up to the front door and take a look?"

I'm joking of course. If he were to alert the inhabitants of our presence there is no doubt in my mind that the police would be here within minutes, I mean look at this place. White picket fences and everything. I wouldn't be surprised if every woman on this street is peering through a slither in her curtains, watching our every move with her hand inches from the phone. Oh f*ck, he's actually doing it! Drakz leaps the low hedgerow and rolls along the lawn, does he think he's a f*cking commando or something? What am I saying? The guy has camouflage paint smeared on either of his cheeks, of course he believes he's a commando. He could even have a gun for all I know. I really, really hope he doesn't have a gun. He whispers back to me.

Drakz - "76. We're at the wrong house."

God help us. Someone help us.
I take out a bag of coke and dip my car key into it, procuring a small mound on the tip which quickly goes up my nose.

Drakz - "Don't worry though he's just next door."

Drakz crawling on his stomach approaches the fence that separates the garden from that of the neighbours and in a flash has vaulted over it and out of my line of sight. He really is a clown. I keep low and stick to the hedge, following it along until I am in front of number 78. No sign of him. Where has the nut gone? Why am I even here? I need to learn to say no to his foolish suggestions, especially when he withholds information regarding the true nature of what it is we're doing. If I wasn't bumping coke every other minute I'd probably have gone home by now.

I peer into the darkness that consumes the garden before me, looking for any movement that might give away my compadre's position. Suddenly my nerves are shot by a voice that is too close for comfort.

Drakz - "This is the place."

Drakz rises from the other side of the hedge with shrubbery adorning his head. This is just f*cked.

Kyzer - "You frightened the sh*t out of me then."

Drakz - "Sorry brother. Tactical espionage action and all that."

You can tell he's played too many video games throughout the course of his strange little life. At least now we can do what we came here to do, whatever that may be. I offer a key over the hedge to him which he inhales without a second thought.

Kyzer - "Is he in?"

Drakz - "Of course. It's valentines day and the mook is having a wonderfully romantic night in with his baby momma. Remember he's a new man Michael."

We chuckle together, still trying to remain as quiet as possible, before moving toward the front of the house. We both take a look through the closest window and, just as Drakz said, Trace can be seen cooking in his kitchen, chatting away with his senseless woman. Look at them laughing together, it's all so vomit worthy. Valentines Day is a conspiracy set up by florists worldwide. Only the stupid and easily lead buy into it.

Once again I hit another key and then offer one to Drakz. He bangs it down then starts with a series of hand gestures, tapping his face and all sorts of other hocus pocus. I think I might have broken his mind this time.

Drakz - "You got that?"

What is wrong with him?

Kyzer - "Got what?"

He repeats the same set of gestures as before only this time talking me through them.

Drakz - "We……move…….on our 3 o'clock………stay on me…….soldier."

I don't think what he signed with his flail of limbs actually means anything in any armed regiment around the world, not even the Welsh ones.

Kyzer - "Do you mean let's go round the right side of the house."

He rolls his eyes at me.

Drakz - "Yes."

We stay low and move around the corner into the darkness and I finally feel a little more safe from prying eyes. As we shuffle along I continue dipping the key into my goodie bag, thrusting the white treats up into my bloodstream, steadying my nerve. Drakz unexpectedly stops in front of me and I run into the back of him spilling some of the coke.

Kyzer - "A$$ hole."

He turns with his finger pressed against his lips. Now that gesture I understand. It's pretty universal. I whisper trying to get some information from him.

Kyzer - "So why are we actually here?"

He points upward and I rise to take a swift glance through the new window we have reached. It's dark inside, save the glow of a night-light plugged into the wall, but I can tell we're looking into a child's bedroom, Trace Demon's child's bedroom. Please don't tell me he's going rogue and kidnapping this baby. Not that I have an ethical problem with it, it's more I can't be bothered having to look after another f*cking kid.

Kyzer - "Abduction?"

Drakz laughs and has to cover his mouth until he regains his composure.

Drakz - "Nice idea but no. I know how much you love being a Father but it's not for me thanks."

I give him a boot that knocks him to the ground and we both try to control our sn!ggering. After all of this bull sh*t it seems a shame to get caught. Drakz dusts himself off and pulls a video tape out from inside his jacket. A video tape………………who the hell uses VHS any more? It might help if I vocalise my thoughts.

Kyzer - "Who the hell uses VHS any more?"

Drakz - "Me. It's just got more mystique around it."

Mystique? I think he's reading into it a little too much personally.

Kyzer - "Regardless, what's it for?"

Drakz - "Trace."

Kyzer - "And what if, and this is just an if of course, what if he doesn't have a VHS player, much like most of America."

Dumbass.

Drakz - "He'll find one. Trust me."

I don't know what he's talking about but another bump of cocaine helps me think outside the box, that or the fact that he's now halfway through the bedroom window. Why the bedroom is on the ground floor I'm not sure but he's clearly done his research. I'm baffled as to how he opened the window though.

He's in.

I stand up and watch as he tip toes like a Looney Toon across the floor and toward what looks like a cot, I couldn't say for sure in this light. I squint trying to force my eyes to adjust to the poor visibility and they do, just in time to see Drakz lift the blanket out of the cot. He said this wasn't abduction! I stick my head through the open window.

Kyzer - "What the f*ck are you doing? I thought you said we weren't taking the kid?"

He turns and stares at me, all the kidding is over, his eyes tell me that much. After a wave of his hand he mouths "Get out" and I dip back to the outside to continue surveillance from the garden. I see what he's doing now as he carefully places the video tape into the crib, next to the sleeping youth, and replaces the blanket covering them both up. Without warning the baby rolls over and Drakz freezes, his teeth clenched, every muscle in his body tense. If he's not careful he'll get cramp and won't be able to get back out of there. Luckily it seems the baby is still engrossed in his dreams of strangling his Father and Drakz makes a break for the window, clumsily diving back out onto the grass. I help him to his feet and smash another key up his nasal passage. He pats me on the back and steadily closes the window.

Kyzer - "How did you know the window would be open?"

Drakz - "Recognisance my friend. A good soldier doesn't need to go in blind."

He's lost it. Totally crackers.

Drakz - "Didn't you know I used to be a Navy Seal?"

What? I genuinely didn't know that.

Kyzer - "No?"

Drakz - "Me neither. But after this performance I'm starting to think that's where some of my lost years were spent."

Kyzer - "I'm not so sure."

Drakz is now stood up straight, hands on his hips just staring up into the night sky. I can never be certain with him but I'm pretty convinced he thinks this is all a movie or something. This is the first time he's had any proper drugs in a while but I didn't expect this. Perhaps all of the prescriptions have created some unearthly cocktail in his bloodstream and the coke has just been a catalyst. Either way he seems to be having fun.

Drakz - "Right let's get back to the car. You look like you could use a smoke."

Indeed I could. Indeed I could.


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Tuesday 20th September 2011

- 13:04 -


And so I'm back in Denver, a lot more rested than last time despite being a lot more panicked. I slept for over 24 hours on Michael's sofa but unfortunately awoke remembering I had a sh*t storm to attend to. I'm driving a different vehicle this time, of course. I'm not foolish enough to be caught in Colorado driving the same wagon, that could at any point be reported as ferrying narcotics. One has to remain a step ahead of every other maggot, especially when moving through time zones.

I pull into the hospital car park in the auto mobile of Michael Kyzer. He protested my driving his car cross country, uninsured, but I claimed I'd never seen him drive it and continued to feed him excuse after excuse until, before he knew it, I was sat in the car talking to him through the window, revving the engine before steadily leaving his voice behind me.

My stomach is churning like a cement mixer, something I've not encountered in years, nerves don't usually have a reason to surface when you're me. I f*ck without a care, I fight without a care and what else is there to get worried about? I am now stepping into the abyss though. An unknown territory. The passengers' seat. Whatever happens in the next hour or so is completely out of my control and I don't like it one bit. I stop the vehicle and proceed to knock back a few Alprazolam, that's Xanex to the layman, to steady my nerves. I don't want to appear shook in any sense of the word. This Doctor isn't to know for a second that she has the upper hand. I am the emperor. At all times I am the emperor.

As I enter the hospital reception come waiting room, I can't help but begin to wonder how Dr. Phillips even recognised me when I was here last time. She has never seen me, only heard my voice over the phone, and my Mother hasn't laid eyes on me, to my knowledge, for 21 years now. I should have been a shadow but somehow she knew it was me. Running on auto pilot behind my glazed eyes I suddenly realise I am merely a few feet from the ward's double doors and some kind of plan of action needs to be mustered up………………….

…………………………….

……………..

F*ck it, I'm going to wing it.

I burst through the double doors, this time wanting to cause a scene but not a single one of the living corpses inside so much as bats an eyelid and no doctors seem to be around this end of the ward. Perfect, I think. Time to address the shrivelled sack of bones in the bed marked "Cray". Little Isaac is right here Mother dear. You haven't got a f*cking clue though. I grab a white coat that is hung on the back of a nearby chair and throw it on, picking up the clipboard that sits at the foot of the bed.

Drakz - "Mrs Cray?"

Her dopey grey eyes roll up to meet mine and her slack jowls weigh down on her face making her mouth hang naturally in a downwards arc. Miserable b*tch. At least die smiling. Her lips part and I half expect a cloud of dust to fart out of the orifice, but instead a raspy voice emits.

Margaret Cray - "Doctor?"

Drakz - "Yes it's me Dr. Phillips. You remember me don't you?"

I can tell she has no idea, even if I had seen her every day I doubt her expression would differ.

Margaret Cray - "Erm……"

Drakz - "Dr. Phillips. I am the only doctor that has dealt with you since you arrived here with us."

Finally I think she chooses to save face by simply agreeing.

Margaret Cray - "Of course. Dr. Phittins, do you think I'm stupid?"

Don't make me slap you woman.

Drakz - "It's Phillips. Dr. Phillips. I am the ONLY doctor to have administered any form of treatment to you, I am solely responsible for your care. Any problems you have are my problems and I want you to alert me at any point if you think I could do something that would better suit your needs."

I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this but it seems to be going off without a hitch thus far.

Margaret Cray - "Have you rung my son yet?"

Haha, this is gold. If only Michael could be a fly on the wall with me right now. He'd relish in this moment.

Drakz - "Many times Mrs Cray, don't worry I'm sure he will visit you here soon."

I f*cking doubt it you old crow. Unless……Does this count as a visit? I'm assuming someone else's identity, so I guess someone is visiting her, I'm not sure if it counts as me though.

Margaret Cray - "I'm cold and my bed is all damp."

I feel as if she ignored me saying the same thing as a wee bairn so I return the favour. I've been playing with a plastic tub in my trouser pocket for some time and only now do I recall what's inside it. My Doxepin pills, and it's pretty full. I smile. Oh I smile.

Drakz - "It's time for your medication Mrs Cray."

Margaret Cray - "Please call me Madge."

Drakz - "It's time for your medication……………………..Madge."

Urgh that made me shiver.

Margaret Cray - "I'm too warm."

I ignore her ramblings and continue to push on. I'm pretty good at this improv stuff.

Drakz - "I'm afraid we've had to up the dose dramatically. I know you're more than capable of getting them down you though, you're so much more co-operative than some of our patients."

She liked that.

Margaret Cray - "Have you called my son yet?"

She's crackers. Never mind I'll just pour them into her gob. I pop off the lid and tell her to open wide. She does with unbelievable trust and I begin to pour the tablets inside her. I pause for a moment to allow her to take some water and swallow them but it's going to demand more than that.

Drakz - "Now for the other type."

Damn that was vague. The other type? Not very medical but she hasn't picked me up on it. Maybe all doctors suck as much as this?

Margaret Cray - "You haven't even given me the first lot yet."

This couldn't be going any better, she doesn't even remember eating the first batch of meds. Down the hatch then I suppose. She takes another load and again swallows them all down. It takes approximately 15mg per kilogram of body weight to overdose on these antidepressants and I'd say she's had more than her share judging by how bedraggled she is.

Drakz - "That wasn't so bad was it?"

Sh*t here comes a doctor, a female one at that. It must be Phillips. Time to get the guns blazing I guess. I remove the white coat and toss it back onto the chair I picked it up from and turn to head in the direction of the practitioner, however I turn back just to get one more line in.

Drakz - "Remember my name's Dr. Phillips you dumb b*tch."

The look on her face is a picture and I wink at her before marching toward the approaching quack. Offence is the greatest form of defence.

Drakz - "Finally I get to lay my eyes on you. You of the hooker mouth and wayward tears for your dead wh*re of a Mother. You of the incessant phone calls and answer phone messages. You of the blackmail and threatening language."

Why have I suddenly taken on the role of a bard?

Drakz - "Well here I stand. At your mercy? I think not? Because you demanded it? Again I think not."

What on earth am I doing?

Drakz - "Of my own accord? Abso-f*cking-lutely."

There are few languages, if any other than English, that allow for expletives to be dropped in the middle of existing words so readily.

The young lady stares in shock, lost for words, allowing me to continue to berate her.

Drakz - "I am surprised you take the form of a young woman and not that of the serpent on this day. The venom that surely lies beneath that pale skin must be crying out for my life. Crying out that…….."

My eyes have been scanning her up and down and it is only now that I read the name badge that is pinned to her lapel. It doesn't matter what it says, all that matters is that it doesn't say Dr. Phillips, that is enough to stop me in my flamboyantly Shakespearian tracks. I spin on my heel and make a swift beeline for the doors, leaving the poor young doctor to attempt to decipher a word of what was just spewed in her direction. The butterflies in my guts begin to fight each other again.


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- 13:40 -

I'm in the staff toilets, not that I'm a member of staff, but after that performance I think I should be regardless of my credentials. I crush a couple more Xanex under my credit card on the surface surrounding the sinks and then swiftly rack up a single slug of a line that, with the aid of George Washington, hits my blood stream at lighting pace. These things are child's play, they last for less time than cocaine, and that's saying something. Once again my nerve is restored and the underlying sense of anxiety that was starting to consume me fades into the background.

? - "You came then."

A female voice comes from inside one of the toilet cubicles. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who it belongs to.

Drakz - "Phillips?"

The air resonates with the echo of her laugh, bouncing around the tiled room.

Dr. Phillips - "It's Vicki."

Drakz - "Not to me it isn't."

The door swings open and a surprisingly attractive young girl emerges, she genuinely can't be much older than 25 which by my book means this is literally her first year ever outside of the educational system. That alone gives me a boner.

Dr. Phillips - "Have you seen your Mother?"

Drakz - "I'm not here for her."

Dr. Phillips - "For me then?"

Drakz - "Don't get your hopes up. What the f*ck do you want? What is with the threats of talking to the police about me? In fact forget that question for now. How the hell do you know I was here? Are people watching me?"

She laughs again and I squint my eyes, staring over my shoulder in the mirror at her.

Dr. Phillips - "Who doesn't know what the great Drakz looks like?"

I don't like the edge of sarcasm in her voice. I could just drown her in the toilet bowl………….hmmmm better not. One murder is enough for today.

Drakz - "So you know more than you've been letting on then? Well aren't you a clever girl?"

Dr. Phillips - "I just wanted to see you in person, you've been off my television for much too long."

Is this some crazily well organised ploy by Michael to get me back in the ring? Come on now lad, you're getting a little too paranoid with that idea.
She takes a few more steps towards me and like some seedy old man smells my neck. Jesus. Does she just want to bang me? That is starting to seem like a silly question.

Dr. Phillips - "As soon as I found out your Mother was in here I made sure I was put in charge of her care. I needed to meet you."

I'm finding it hard not to laugh out loud, this is the stuff of dreams. Why didn't I just fold weeks ago and come here? I've been dreaming of p*ssy night in, night out.

How on earth she put two and two together is beyond me though, I wasn't even aware old Margaret was alive, so her being able to piece me into that picture is impressive for any stalker, and I've known a few damn good ones in my time. I don't care enough to ask though.

Drakz - "So what do we do now? I'm here, you got what you wanted."

Dr. Phillips - "Well……."[/color]

She cocks an eyebrow and BOOM the anxiety is gone as this entire charade all boils down to sex once again, and like I already said I f*ck without a care. She catches another whiff of my neck and I grab a handful of her hair pulling her down onto her knees. Even as an addict I'm still a hell of a lot stronger than she is.

I don't wish to bore or begrudge you with the details but in the space of 10 minutes she is a dribbling wreck with both her and my spit covering her face, smearing her mascara down her cheeks. I am once again the driver. I am the emperor. I was always the f*cking emperor.

In between gasps for air she laughs, she really is some twisted out little freak. This off the cuff meeting couldn't have gone any better, and Michael was trying to tell me not to drive his car. He'll kick himself when he hears about this.

I hold the back of her head, her nose crushed against my pelvis, choking and gagging. This can't be fun for her, but that's the whole point. I stop her, but most importantly me. She gets no prize, no giant teddy bear or cruise in the Camen Islands. What I'm trying to say in a round about way is she doesn't deserve my seed. I bend double to whisper in her ear.

Drakz - "Don't f*ck with the Antichrist."

I pull out of her mouth and push her onto her back. She smiles up at me, looking a real state, thinking she's won. There are no winners, only Drakz.

Dr. Phillips - "What the f*ck!!!!"

I begin to urinate all over her, and you have to know I made sure she remained dressed the whole time. Her smart work clothes are now drenched in p*ss as she writhes around on the floor trying to drag herself to her feet, needless to say the wet floor isn't letting her up and the shower continues. I have broken her and she bursts into tears, wailing like a dying animal. The hunted becomes the hunter and I stand over my kill thinking how good her head would look, mounted on my wall. I counter her crocodile tears by laughing and swinging my d*ck in circles. All I've wanted to do this whole time is laugh and finally I can allow myself this simple pleasure.

Zipping up my trousers I let her in on a secret.

Drakz - "I'd get yourself cleaned up and go and check on Margaret Cray. Your career and, if you don't hurry, quite possibly your life depend on it."

I step over the sloppy mess of a woman that I have created, she looks new born. Half way out of the door I realise this could actually be my crowning moment, sh*t I need to think of something sharp to say. Something she won't forget for the rest of her life. I look back over my shoulder and lay it on her.

Drakz - "Send my regards to your Mother."

Was that too far? F*ck it I just peed on her, a little verbal abuse regarding her dead parent isn't going to make things any worse.

I set off down the corridor heading for the car park with a grin on my face. Subconsciously a number of decisions have been made here today. I need to get back to Michael's and tell him the good news while we smoke ourselves into oblivion.

Dr. Phillips you have lost.


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Tuesday 14th February 2012 (After the events that took place on WFWF Loaded)

- 01:40 -


It's late for the average person but for us it's never late. Without a designated sleeping pattern early and late mean very little, especially when the outside world isn't involved. I find myself in good spirits and good company, relaxing with the very man, who only a few hours ago, took me to the limit……..again. David Brennan, my new brother and drinking buddy. Michael's absence whilst noted isn't an issue really. He was incapacitated at the end of the show by a dose of tetracaine administered by some homeless guy. I'm not entirely sure why he had such lethal amounts of the stuff in his possession, but I assume he was using it to treat a severe fungal infection or his flea bites. Either way medicating a man into vulnerability is a rapist's game. So whilst Michael is getting himself together, as per usual, me and David are knocking back the hooches.
We're making our way through a bottle of whiskey, picking each other's brains and sharing opinions. He's usually a man of few words, but give him a drink or 5 and he opens up a little.

David Brennan - "Every time I get closer you know. It's not going to be long before I beat your sorry ass."

I agree, genuinely I do. Shrugging I hold out my glass, motioning for a top up. David reaches for the bottle of 'Woodford Reserve' and continues talking as he pours.

David Brennan - "I want you to know I appreciate the way you fight me though. You don't pull your punches like a b*tch."

Drakz - "You certainly don't. My ears are still ringing from that low blow you f*cking Nazi."

We both laugh and I flop my hair over my eyes, make a Nazi salute and start speaking in a German accent.

Drakz - "We must exterminate zi gonads."

Nazi's are such idiots.

People who accuse David of being one are also idiots.

David Brennan - "I wasn't going out like that again, what can I say?"
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Drakz - "It's fine, I would probably have done the same in all honesty."

David passes me my refilled tumbler and after taking it I drop a couple of ice cubes into the glass from the metal tub sitting on the table next to me. We've even gone as far as buying the little metal tongs to pick up the individual ice-cubes with. Flamboyancy is expected.

The secret lair is looking better than ever. We recently kitted it out with all of the necessities, from televisions to taxidermy and everything in between, which is quite a lot really when you consider how different the two are.

Drakz - "So seeing as I pushed you down the Pay Per View card how are you feeling about your match? You've got to believe it's going to be an easy win, no?"

David Brennan - "No. You can't go assuming things like that brother. It would be my undoing if I underestimated either of my opponents. Triple threat means always watching your back."

Drakz - "David, you're facing a girl and a nobody. It's a predetermined outcome on anyone's watch. You're a machine my friend, this is going to be a walk in the park for you."

David smiles, I think deep down he agrees with me but he's not yet arrogant enough to admit it. If he spends enough time around me and Michael though that will soon change. Does it count as arrogance if you're aware you're doing it?

David Brennan - "What about you?"[/color]

I was expecting him to say more than that, maybe he's offering me the soapbox. He must know I've got a sh*t load to get off my chest regarding Waste Demon.

Drakz - "You know you've just opened a real can of worms here David, I'm going to be talking for a long time."

He doesn't even vocalise his response, just simply gestures with his hand for me to continue.

Drakz - "To call it a 'rivalry' like the media seem to be doing now is a little rich. I don't care enough about Trace for this to be a war, not yet anyway. I do however feel I'm ultimately responsible for eradicating this loud mouthed fool from the ranks, and what better way to break his spirit than to swipe the International Title out from under his nose. It's going to crush him, losing yet another high profile match. Granted he's managed to struggle his way to the final of the tournament but when it really counts he's going to fall flat on his arse, as he always does."

Brennan finishes yet another drink and is quick to top up his glass. Realising we're in this for the long haul I open the cigar case next to me and place a blunt in my mouth which David lights, what a gentleman. Puffing away I continue my rant, well aware that the introduction of marijuana is only going to lengthen proceedings.

Drakz - "The guy infuriates me with little or no effort on his part. He just talks so much sh*t, and I don't even mean calling me out or thinking he can beat me. I'm referring to his day to day garbage. He keeps waffling on about destiny and how everything is already planned out before him. He's merely riding out the path that was written in the wind years ago. It's nothing more than poetic clap trap, which I wouldn't mind if he was trying to be profound, but he's not. He genuinely believes everything he says. There is no destiny. There is no fate. Everything a man does, he does of his own accord. Every word he speaks, every action he undertakes is all off of his or her own back. This means he alone is ultimately responsible for being such a d*ck. What's worse is that I know once I've beaten him he'll come out with some line about how the fates had something else planned for him, how he wasn't supposed to win the match, when in actuality all that occurred is I kicked the life out of him."

And breathe, smoke, sip. Continue.

Drakz - "Another statement of absolute ignorance he has made recently is that 'Fear breeds weakness' therefore he feels none. The poor boy fails to realise fear is what keeps a man alive. Fear is our natural defence. An instinctual emotion that keeps us out of danger is hardly something you should be proud to be lacking. It is this absence of fear that has brought him into the ring with me. He should really have turned the other way and laid down for Hutton or Mak, avoiding the beating of a life time and perhaps getting a few more years out of his lacklustre career. Unfortunately for his girl friend and child though he has swaggered into the lion's den, whistling as he goes, unbeknownst to the fact that he walked past huge warning signs on the way in."

David laughs a little, sipping from his beverage. This Woodford bourbon is pretty damn good and as much as David claims he's just a slave to the alcohol I know he is appreciating the quality of this tipple as much as I am.

David Brennan - "He seems to have got you pretty riled up. I thought you said you didn't care? You're starting to sound like you care."

Drakz - "Don't be fooled by the smoke and mirrors my friend, I'm a f*cking good actor when I want my audience to be enthralled."

David Brennan - "Touche."

Choking back a series of lung filling tokes of the blunt I hold it out, offering it to David but he declines.

Drakz - "Sorry I forget."

David Brennan - "It's fine, I'm starting to realise you do that a lot."

Heh. Should I be embarrassed by my faulted mind? It is after all my only flaw.

Drakz - "I seem to remember things that anger and offend me with much more frequency than that which brings me pleasure. It's a shame really. For instance a man recently has claimed to be clean as a whistle. Kicked the habit. Straightened his life out."

David Brennan - "Are you back on Trace Demon again?"

How did you guess.

Drakz - "Sorry. One track mind right now."

David Brennan - "Please, I'm enjoying listening to your verbal diarrhoea."

The ember burns hot on my joint and I dismiss the quick break from my rambling, getting right back on course with the burning stick hanging from the corner of my mouth.

Drakz - "Like I was saying, Mr Demon, if that is his real name, seems to have turned a new leaf and is enjoying the straight and narrow of family life however I do question how off the rails he really was. He might be able to fool the average bums but when you start rolling with the big boys you have to know we're going to do our research. I'm interested as to what these pills were that he used to be so addicted to? It can't be Ecstasy because that has sucked since the 90s and I doubt it's Valium because he'd of just slept for a few years. As far as I'm aware, and I consider myself an authority on the subject, the only pill like drugs with any kind of addictive temperaments would have to be prescribed medication, and be it Lithium, Atomoxetine, Risperidone, Haloperidol, Tramadol, Methylmorphine or anything else for that matter I'm a perfect example of how a balance can be maintained, despite said addiction. The roller-coaster ride Trace continues to bang on about is nothing more than embellished horse sh*t, either that or he has a disposition toward being a prima donna about the whole thing. Hyperbole is an ugly characteristic David, please remember that."

I'm surprised he's even still listening. I can feel the calming warmth of the weed taking my mind further down the path of incessant criticism of Trace Demon's persona, it seems I've needed to do this for a while though so I might as well let my mouth wander. David seems to be enjoying himself. He's got a drink of course he's enjoying himself. I must make sure I keep swigging my own, don't want to fall behind now do I. Downing the contents of my glass I find it restored before I've even had chance to ask David for the bottle. This is what makes a good drinking partner, someone who is always keeping an eye on your glass.

Drakz - "As for the name the dullard uses, I can't think of anything more fitting to describe the man and I don't mean the demon part of it either. Trace. A copy. A carbon copy of our good friend Michael. It seems whilst the dust was settling, after we left the WFWF, there were a number of people who had taken note of what we did, the attention we had steered towards ourselves and the company, and wanted to replicate that. They wanted so much to be as outlandish and untoward as we had been that they were willing to lie even to themselves. Convincing themselves that they were something they were not. The topic of our conversation, Trace, falls into this category. He is a part of the flock that longed to have been the first. That followed the lingering sound the pied piper had played but were too late to follow him. If he had shown his colours when I was around I would happily have thrust my hand up his arse and worked him like a puppet had he so desired, however it was not to be. Let's call it fate."[/color]

We both break into unrelenting laughter. The stream of my subconscious is starting to reach its peak, as is our bottle of whiskey, however it always pays to be prepared and just as David pours the remaining drops into his glass I reach under my leather arm chair and produce another bottle, slamming it down on the table. David fixes his eyes on it, then up to me and smiles. He knows as well as I do that the night is far from over just yet.

Drakz - "There's more where that came from Davey."

David Brennan - "You're a man after my own heart Isaac. I can call you Isaac can't I?"

Drakz - "Of course. We're family now. Drakz is a name for use by the dilettante not the expert."

David Brennan - "Your language seems to get more vivacious with every drink, most people I've drunk with go the opposite way."

Drakz - "I just have to make more of an effort when I'm intoxicated and it ends up coming out this way. Did you expect any less?"[/color]

David Brennan - "Not really. Answer me a question then Isaac. Why did you even start focusing on Trace?"[/color]

Drakz - "Tonight or in general?"

David Brennan - "Haha, both I think. I'm a little confused as to your real motive. Surely you've been round here before and done bigger things, why are you wasting your time with mid-card wannabes? Surely by this stage in your career even the International Title isn't that big of a deal?"

Drakz - "Because I don't want people questioning me David. I know how uppity everyone in this industry gets if you return from an extended hiatus and step straight back in at the top. People start crying about the fact that they haven't seen you do anything to deserve your position. I don't want to give them that ammunition. I'll happily walk through anyone here even if it means putting certain ideals on hold for the time being. Plus Michael's got the gold at the moment and I don't feel that needs changing. If I ever changed my mind believe me I could walk right into the main event, no questions asked, but right now there's no need for it. I want to get my momentum back and Trace opened his mouth first."[/color]

The joint has been hanging dead from my lips for over 10 minutes now and when I realise this I spit it out and take another nip of Woodford from my glass.

Drakz - "I enjoyed the irony in what he said recently as well. Something along the lines of 'I've gone through life always knowing what to say, always knowing how to handle any situation', yet we still find ourselves here, days away from the Pay Per View with his lines previous to this statement still hanging stagnant over his head. If he always knows what to say I wonder why he chose to refer to me as Michael's bitch? An ignorant man should keep his mouth closed. When I don't know something I tend to admit it, not just spout bollocks in it's place. That single statement alone is why I have continued down this path of conversation all night, boring you with the shortcomings of a washed up superstar. I don't ask for much from a person, but manners cost nothing and before I so much as spoke a word to Trace Demon he decided that he had none. If he wants to talk about destiny I can break his situation down for him in such a way that it is relevant even to him. The only destiny at work here is that as soon as he uttered those initial words about my credibility it was his 'destiny' to man the f*ck up and face me in a ring. That is the only thing that has been definite in his life as of recent. Everything else has just been a bi-product of that."

I pause. Christ all mighty I've been doing a lot of talking.

Drakz - "I tried to warn you. I knew I'd go on and on about all of this. I think it's about time we changed subject, don't you? Besides, I'm running out of tape."

David Brennan - "What do you mean?"

Heh. I rise from my chair and wobble across the room, trying to play it cool but really making a mess of it. I pick up the video camera that has been sat between a number of books on the shelf, recording us the entire time, and kill the filming with a single press of a red button.

David Brennan - "You've been filming us the whole evening? What the f*ck is that?"

Drakz - "This my friend……"

I remove the VHS from the out-dated camera and fan myself with it.

Drakz - "This is a Valentine's present."


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Fear me Trace, fear me and fall to my hand.[/center]

I have read this twice.

I was readying the opening monologue and instantly got the thought, that I don't remember writing this. I really did feel like I was reading something I wrote. It was brilliant. I liked everything about it.

I really liked the opening scene with Drakz and Kyzer. I got a chuckle out of Kyzer refusing to give him the valium. Kyzer lives in Seattle, you don't need to go anywhere to get large quantities of drugs, but I guess I shouldn't expect you to know that. This evolving backstory of Drakz's is great.

It almost seems like you are ripping off a Palahniuk novel. During the scene in the hospice or hospital I thought of Choke.

The scene where we are going around outside Trace's house had me in stitches. I know you sent it to me earlier but I had forgotten all about it honestly. Everything at the end in regards to Trace was also done very well. Good stuff with this.

I did take note of Drakz and Kyzer returning in much different fashions. Drakz talks about gaining momentum and Kyzer is about all grabbing everything as soon as possible. I thought that helps show that Drakz isn't like Kyzer in all regards, despite everyone just thinking of you as my bitch.

And there was one more thing...

Drakz pissed on a hoe. I choked as I read that. I always thought of that as Obo's territory but branching out is a good thing...I guess.

Great rp bro. Very entertaining stuff. I feel like I have greatly influenced your work and that pleases my ego.

I enjoyed every second of this. I would say the opening monologue is my favorite since it's mostly about me (heh) but it kept getting better and better. I love to see the different shades of Drakz. Comical. Crazed. Sadistic. Manipulator. Leverage. (And the obvious of a druggie and drunkard) You achieved so much all in one piece... but now I know I'm going to have to dig even deeper in the coming weeks if I'm going to have a chance to keep up. Great job.

She isn't dead, bare in mind she is already in a hospital where treatment for pretty much anything is on hand.



Not just. Time will tell the whole truth.

Appreciate the honest opinion bro