Post by Devilkiller on Feb 23, 2014 14:43:32 GMT -5
I'm Fine Part 2
Bella: Logan! Why the f*ck would you do that?
Devilkiller is laying back in his tan leather chair, his eyes closed listening to his girlfriends rant. One hand he is using to stroke his beard, the other one holding a joint. He decided that he could at least try it, see if it helps his emotions calm down a bit. Let's just say he is very calm now.
Bella: Your 5 year old son is in the other room! Would you want him to smoke pot!?
Devilkiller: If it calms him? Yes.
Devilkillers voice is eerily calm, just barely pronouncing the words and doing so in a volume just a little louder then whispering. His girlfriend is definitely not pleased.
Bella: YOU WOULDN'T CARE? What the f*ck is wrong with you?
Devilkiller: Right now what's wrong is your not making me something for my munchees.
Bella's cap, if she had one, is now blown off, the balls Devilkiller had to say that to her doesn't sit very well with his once called princess.
Bella: You want something to eat? Go fix it yourself you- you f*cking-
Devilkiller: I am not f*cking right now, that would be awesome, but I'm not. We can do that too, if you just take off your clothes.
Bella shakes her head and looks down, tears welling in her eyes.
Bella: You don't do this kind of crazy sh*t to people you love when you're high. You just..
She sits on the couch, her elbows on her knees and she looks around at the smiling Devilkiller portraits and family portraits with her, how they seem so far away.
Bella: What's wrong? I'm being serious for a minute, last week the same thing happened. You blew up, for no apparent reason, I just want to help baby.
Devilkiller's face turns from calm to almost pure hatred, going blood red.
Devilkiller: You want me to tell you what's wrong? What's wrong is these past few months, what's wrong is my life. I'm what, 23? I have had my brother murdered found out I had a kid have been to court over said kid, punched my best friend in the face, was forced to walk away from something I loved, f*cked up my back when I was still wrestling backyard, been to jail, burned my best friends car, and yet you ask me what the hell is wrong? It's not because I didn't get sh*t for valentines day, it's because of my sick and twisted life. So to answer the question at hand, I'm fine.
Bella is taken back, not sure how to respond to what was just said. she stares blankly at the floor, seemingly interested in the white and black patterned floor. She slowly looks up and ask Devilkiller-
Bella: All I ask is you don't do it around Carter.
Devilkiller: Alright fine..
Bella: Sorry.
Devilkiller: Yeah, okay.
Devilkiller stands up, still seemingly calm and steps out side into the balcony. He overlooks the parked cars below his glorious 1000 sq ft apartment, and takes a long drag of the joint. He leans on the white rail that is to protect those from falling off, pondering things in life. He throws the butt of the joint off, taking a deep breath. It's 12 in the morning and he has a match tomorrow. Why couldn't he just sleep?
Mainly because he still feels. He looks back at the door of his apartment, the girl he loves sitting in there probably still pissed at him, and then there's the murderer of his brother still out there. The man who sent the photos of the scene before the police could take pictures of the scene to his home.
Devilkiller, in Devilkiller fashion, hops the 2 story rail, and keeps himself from falling by hanging on by one hand, then softly falling to the ground, landing on his feet. He walks to the 65 Cherry red Mustang Fastback with the black stripe down the side and sits inside. The red and black leather cool to the touch, and the custom red steering wheel is as well. Devilkiller turns the key and starts the 484 engine in it. He had to alter the engine holder to have it fit, but ever since his car can now go a top speed of 187, which is what he wanted anyway. He cheeks the glovebox and pulls out the .40 caliber he has in there. He examines the stainless steel, admiring it. He puts a bullet in the chamber and examines it one more time before pulling out of the driveway and out into the cold dark road.
*to himself muttering* DK: Where am I going why the F*CK- am I just now doing this? I'm gonna find that man, and slice his f*cking throat.
As Devilkiller is now speeding at the speed of 95 mph down his desolate 2 lane highway, his gun in one hand and driving with the other, he is seeking revenge.
*thinking* But can I?? I mean, can I really pull the trigger? Sh*t, I don't want my life wasted, but my brothers was, so f*ck it.
On the CD player he puts on Puddle of Mudd's Psycho, and turns it up almost all the way, almost busting the speakers, and keeps his eyes on the road, simply driving. Of course, he has no idea where the hell to start, so he decides his brothers house, which is about 20 miles away from his apartment, or a 30 minute drive if he keeps up the speed of 90 mph, is a good place to start.
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After the 30 minute drive Devilkiller finds the home of his deceased brother, at 1: 28 AM and he is keeping time, making sure he doesn't miss anything. He walks up the sidewalk leading to the house, and approaches the yellow police tape and steps over it, making sure he doesn't leave too many new footprints. He checks the door, which to his surprise is locked, so he gets out his key chain and finds his screw driver and and slowly starts removing the door handle. His brother wasn't the smartest man.
After he takes it off he slowly opens up the door to the grotesque reality he had faced before only in photos and dreams.
Blood still spatters the walls, the sickening message still written in blood still up there, and the bloody chair is still right there in the living room. Devilkiller puts his sleeve to his nose to keep from puking his guts up. The smell is horrid, like someone sh*tted a skunk. His head is now feeling light, it probably didn't help he smoked a joint earlier, but he powers through the buzz and searches the house. His flight leaves in a few hours and here he is searching through an already police searched house. Call it unorthodox.
Devilkiller lifts the bloody chair, looks under the couch, the bar, the table, the brown cabinets, he starts to lose hope in the murderer, the one that sent him the specific message. Maybe he gave up and didn't leave a clue for Devilkiller.
Devilkiller sighs in disgust at the room, his brothers final resting place. The off-white walls stained, the floor stained, the kitchen has a pile of dishes, it's exactly how his brother lived. He takes a deep breath to keep standing, and closes his eyes tightly. He can barely feel anything, his finger tips numb, and his body not responding to commands. He wants to turn away, to walk out, but his body will not let him. He suddenly sits down in the chair where his brother died. He screams to his body "NO! NOT THIS!" And his body just laughs at his feeble attempts. He leans back and feels the sorrow and pain his brother did.
Then all of a sudden a pair of hands come over his mouth, freezing hands, and they hold tightly. He tries to scream but is muffled. He tries to kick but his body is still paralyzed, not listening to his commands. Then a voice sounds through the dark of the house-
Voice: You think you can find peace at your brothers death? You have figured out the meaning of life. See, when I was 8, my brother was ripped away from me, taken to jail, do you remember how that happened?
Devilkiller can't even speak much less think. He tries to remember the voice but it's little to no use. He is dead in the water, the same spot as his brother.
Voice: Of course you don't. Then again, it's been around 20 years. Are you sure you have no idea?
Devilkiller nods no, and is astounded by the fact he can move. If only he can grab his gun..
Voice: I didn't think so. Well, I stayed at the same place he was every day. Of course the police shot him, so it was in the open so it's weird to get the same closure you do. I was easy on you, this time. See my brother was running through downtown Trenton, away from a certain place that's find to you. You say you don't know but by the next time we talk you will. Since his death I have plotted revenge. I wanted you dead. It was your fault he's dead anyway. It doesn't matter now anyway. I sat where he died in the middle of the sidewalk everyday from the time I was 8-26, a year ago. It's hard to get to talk to him and love him the same way you are in the comfort of home. Hm, well it's sad it happened this way hm? You dying with no idea on who caused it? Such a shame, but sometimes the good die young.
The man places the edge of a knife to Devilkiller's neck. The coldness sends a chill down to Devilkiller's core, and he can't do anything about it. He has his hand on his gun but he can't move, or his done for. He's done for anyway.
Voice: *Laughing* You think I would kill you so easily? You are really funny. Oh wow, this is great. No I just did this so you won't reach for your gun, yeah I know you had one. Now, I'm going to tell you, keep your family close to your side. You have no idea where or how I am going to strike next. I would especially tell your girlfriend sorry for tonight, who knows about tomorrow? Consider me Death. If you want to talk, simply drive somewhere that's desolate, I'll follow you.
And with that, the blade leaves Devilkiller's neck and as soon as it does he jumps up and draws his gun, but only sees a figure run out the black back door. Devilkiller follows and looks and sees him sitting on the wooden fence. The man waves and jumps off the other side. Devilkiller shoots 4 shots through the fence, trying to hit the spot the assailant landed, but doesn't hear a groan or a body hit the ground, so he goes back into the house and out front to where his car is.
DK: Motherf*cker. He tried to kill me! That sick bastard, he says he's gonna kill my girlfriend, I'd like to see him try, I'll kill him first I promise him this.
And the man, Death we will call him for now, hears this and takes mental note of this, and accepts Devilkiller's challenge.
Devilkiller gets home at 4:02AM, and his flight leaves at 9 AM. So for the next 4 hours he decides to try to sleep. He walks into his apartment and into his dull bedroom. Bella is laying in bed already, still sleeping, and Devilkiller slides in bed beside her and puts his arm around her and softly kisses her cheek, before laying his head on the pillow and falling asleep.
-- 8:00 AM--
Devilkiller slowly comes to, waking from a deep sleep, and realizes he has to catch a flight. Bella is already awake, and she's just looking at Devilkiller.
Bella: Logan listen, I'm sorry about-
Devilkiller: Don't be. I am sorry for last night. It was something I shouldn't do with my son around and I'm sorry angel. Just know I wasn't mad at you, just myself.
Bella smiles at this and gives him a kiss on the cheek. She then rolls out of bed starts changing for the day. Devilkiller does the same, changing into an Attila t-shirt and into a pair of holey/worn spotted jeans. After this he grabs his bag from the closet and puts in his change of clothes for after the show, and smiles at some of the pictures he has still in his bag. One with Penny Shannon, she wasn't necessarily smiling, but wasn't mad either, then there was one of him setting up the ring, and he doesn't even remember where it came from, probably some of his friends. Then there was one of him holding the National title while in the Gorilla position. He smiles, realizing the event was Psycho Circus and he was about to defend the title in a hardcore match. He then lays the photos on top of all his gear and zips up the Adidas bag and slings it over his shoulder, starting to walk out of the bedroom.
Devilkiller: Carter! Time to wake up! We got to get to the show!
Devilkiller puts his bag by the door beside Bella's blue bag. He walks into the kitchen and grabs a smores pop tart from the top cabinet and eats one, and leaves the other for Carter. When Carter emerges he has on his Shawn Malakai shirt and khaki cargo pants. He looks like a kid who tried to dress to impress but forgot he likes wrestling. Carter takes the pop tart and grabs his bag and walks straight out to the car. Guess he was still sleepy.
Devilkiller eats his and drinks a half a glass of milk and finishes getting ready with brushing his teeth, his hair, and looks over his throat. A thin, pencil thin red line is on the edge of his neck, where the knife was jammed onto it. He rubs his hands over it and feels how it's raised up a little more then the rest of his skin. He shrugs it off and puts on Neosporin and walks out of his home to his car, with Bella close behind.
Devilkiller: Alright we have 15 minutes to the airport. Everyone buckle up.
Bella: We all are babe.
Devilkiller then pulls out of the driveway and drives to the airport. When on the flight he sits beside his girlfriend, he's inbetween her and the window, with Carter on the other side. Devilkiller kisses Bella on the cheek when she ask a question he wasn't expecting.
Bella: where did you drive too last night?
Devilkiller takes a moment to answer, thinking about both parties involved, and decides to answer truthfully.
Devilkiller: I went to my brothers home and looked for any clues, and came face to face with his killer. Apparently he knows me but I have no f*cking clue who he is.
Bella looks shocked and appalled at this, and asks in a concerned voice-
Bella: Well what happened? Are you okay?
Devilkiller: I'm fine, I just really don't want to think about it, I have to get ready to be hardcore here in about 8 hours, but thank you for being worried
Devilkiller smiles at Bella and she lays her head on his shoulder and his head on hers. He kisses her head one last time before they both fall asleep.
--Arena, 6:45 PM--
*Devilkiller is in a red tinted room, his head covered by the hood on his jacket, and his head in his hands. He looks up at the camera, a small smile on his face as he begins his promo*
DK: A warrior is more then a man that kills, a warrior is more then a man who protects his family and honor. A warrior is a man who defends the weak and stands beside the brave. A warrior is a man that fears no evil, who is the shadow in the valley of death. A warrior is stronger and more powerful then all else.
Tonight I face a returning man in a Hardcore match, a match that can alter careers and change lives, and honestly, I don't plan on changing too much. You call yourself the dream, well dreams aren't reality, not when you are toe to toe with me. In the ring, in the hardcore match, it's nightmares that are the reality.
Davey man, I don't really want to be the one that burst your bubble about our match but this isn't one where we chain wrestle and mat wrestle. This is one where I dismantle you limb by limb by using any weapon known to man, and I will, I have more than one point to prove in my match you.
When we step into the ring it's going to be a blood bath. More than one person doesn't believe me and more than one person doesn't think I can be hardcore.
But I am, and as a returning face gets into the ring with me tonight, it warms my heart to know I can get practice in before I face another returning face, and it's gonna not only show you and him, but the world that I can be sadistic and unworldly, and we will see who is left standing after tonight, and after SuperBrawl.
*Devilkiller then stands up and flips his black hood off showing his red black and white face paint, and punches a mirror on the opposite wall, cracking the glass into many shards, before walking out.*
OOC: I feel this isn't my best work, so I am sorry in advance for lack of, but for SuperBrawl I plan an elaborate RP. Thanks for reading guys.
