Post by B-Radimus Prime on Aug 15, 2006 3:00:06 GMT -5
xX Morgan‘s First Entry Xx
xX Any and all illuminations have been enveloped in a mass of darkness, unkindly blinding an anonymous individual stalking through the shadows. Slight huffs of the person‘s inhaling and exhaling are heard alongside the certain sounds of carefully placed footsteps. Apparent struggles take place during the few brief moments of silence until a luminosity pierces its way through the gloom in the form of open window blinds. The small light unveils a small room with bare, white walls and a large bed with a rather rigid-looking mattress. The window, in which the light protrudes, hangs directly over an wooden oak desk with a dark laptop computer placed atop it. Next to this desk is a young man, whose olive-shaped eyes exude an oriental quality. The dark chaos of hair, spiked to perfection on his head, mixes flatteringly with his tanned complexion. His black attire almost fades in with the utter dimness of the room, making only his skin and, slowly narrowing, eyes completely visible. He is Morgan Warner, the younger brother of a deranged woman and one of his predestined opponents at Superbrawl, Meg.
He slowly turns to the left, facing the desk, but more importantly the laptop. It strikes an unbound extent of interest into the half-Asian enigma. He closes in on the desk, taking a seat at it, and pops the laptop’s screen up. The monitor is blank, excluding a small box which is present solely for one purpose; to type in the password which will open up the contents of this laptop. Almost timelessly, Morgan types in a seven letter word, which is too obvious, that uncovers the importance of this machine: the spilling of one heart, honest words typed in krylon blood. The laptop which acts as a diary for the mentally unbalanced, Meg.
Months and months of interrogations given out by her own self to herself, threats and deadly attacks, heart-felt despair and a life of mystification all take the form of small letters typed onto the blinking screen of the laptop; Meg’s life.
The younger brother of the beautiful, raven-haired woman does not waste any time as he begins typing with an uncanny speed on the keyboard, his words and thoughts appearing on the screen:
Aug. 11, 2006
11:32 p.m.
Entry One
Dear Meg‘s Diary,
I know how you are Megan, stubborn and constant, so I wont even begin to ask your forgiveness for stealing your precious Laptop Diary. Just so you know, I didn‘t waste my time filling my mind with your forged thoughts as I doubt, greatly, that anything you have contemplated could hold my attention for more than a few seconds. Besides, I didn‘t have to read any of it. Although we‘ve been divided from eachother for so long, I will know you inside and out forever. Now, onto my first entry in your life.
My inspiration originates from a past which brings terror, horror, and beauty to a triple direct collision; truth, love, and honesty blinded only by deception and perversion. A wretched Demoness who’s dementia and lunacy far surpassed that of the madness which would reside in the minds of her offspring. Numerous predators unleashed with the sole purpose of corrupting youth and innocence. My body awakes, convulsing, morning after morning from memories in my sleep, agitated by countless monsters destroying a young boy. A boy who sees his reflection through shattered mirrors and knows not who he is, but what he is: A victim. My inspiration comes from a reoccurring nightmare which has incarcerated itself in my mind for far too many nights.
It always starts out the same way: a young boy and girl are playing in their backyard where the thick blades of grass are so high they feel as though they’re walking through Jurassic Park, and for them it is perfect as that is where they imagine themselves. The boy follows his older sister as she leads him into a world of make believe she has made up for the two of them, telling the younger boy to be as quite as possible so no dangerous beast of the park will get them. The boy was afraid, truly believing that there were indeed dinosaurs in his backyard on the prowl; however, a part of him knew that should any Tyrannosaurus attack, his older sister would be there to protect him. He knew that she would always watch his back to make sure he was completely safe.
Fortunately, for the both them, there was never any beast or monster; there was no danger at all in the backyard and that is why they liked it so much. They were truly secure, out back, in their imaginary world together. The older of the two must’ve known this because she made sure that her and her younger brother were always there. She would always make up games to distract her brother, and herself, by worlds filled with potential dangers and threats that she knew could never actually do any damage from a reality that had began to terrify her. The reality inside their house…
Morgan takes a few minutes to relax his hands from the quick typing, stretching and popping them back into comfortable settings.
As the young girl was a couple years older than her four-year-old brother, she caught onto hidden messages more easily. She had always found their Mother to be quite irregular at times, but as she got older she realized that there was something truly not right with the woman that had gave birth to both children. All through the night she would hear the woman shouting frantically at nobody, then breaking down into frenzied fits of tears. In the mornings, she would see the average-sized woman with her eyes and face creased in an irritated sleep with emaciated crimson chaotically decorated on her wrists and arms. The woman was ill and she needed help, badly.
The boy was completely oblivious to any of this, unfortunately for him, because his mother’s ‘illness’ would bring an Armageddon to his life. The day it would all start began as every day did. The two children were in the backyard playing, running from imaginary dangers and from out of nowhere came the mother and an unknown man who would later be declared a Monster. The man was rugged, with a receding hairline and bright blue eyes that scared the young boy. He reached out to the children and took the girl in his arms, swinging her over his back as she screamed out for help.
The young boy, too frightened to do anything, just sat there helplessly and watched his sister being taken away. Her last words coming out as a screaming warning: “Bubby, Mommy is very sick! Be careful!” He wasn’t too sure what his younger sister meant as she cried, kicked and screamed at the buff man taking her away, but he got the message that his Mother was not a person he was supposed to trust.
A single tear forms in the puffy eyes of Morgan, bleeding nostalgia, and trailing down his tanned cheek. He blinks away anymore tears that threaten to descend from his bloodshot orbs before continuing his story.
Many days went by before the young boy lost all hope in ever seeing his older sister again. He mainly dwelled in her room, breathing in the remains of her scent and just praying that she would return to wherever it was the man had taken her. As for the man, he had made himself a permanent stay in the house and the young boy didn‘t like that one bit. The man was scary, always giving the young boy awkward stares and making suggestive comments which the boy was too immature to comprehend. His possessive glares pretty much had the young boy knowing that this man was also not someone to be trusted. He would find this out much too soon, as the man would turn himself into the monster that would destroy the young boy’s life.
After hitting his eighth birthday, the young boy would find himself waking with the vulgar weight of a repulsive Monster with putrid breath upon him; a clouded memory and blank recollections of previous events blinding him from the unbearable soreness that struck itself through his entirety. A massive torrent of tears would immediately break from the hazed eyes of the young boy and a vile stench which would have him heaving for many moments until he finally lost any contents from within. He would lay there, gasping for breath, in his own blood and vomit under the Monster which undoubtedly mistreated him in the worst of ways.
The boy would wake like this for many days and years to come; violated, broken, and destroyed. Not only was the monster corrupting him, but his Mother and many other older strangers that he had never seen before. All of them burning his youth like wildfires, the reasons for igniting were never to be explained. He would try to fight most of the time, but his efforts were futile much to his dismay. He was unwillingly becoming the whore for these sickening creatures, much too weak and fragile to ever get away. His life lost meaning before it could ever have the chance to gain any kind of significance. He would live his life this way, tortured and fading away, until he was fifteen years old when he was told he was no longer appealing. He would have been relieved, however, he didn’t know how to feel anymore.
He lost touch with reality as his mind discovered what had actually happened to him and how truly wrong it was. He felt so dirty and vile that he locked himself in his room for the rest of time, only stepping out when he was sure no one was around to get food and water. He cut off all contact with the human world, leaving himself completely and solely alone to drown in his own pity. He wasted away many years of his life, until the day when he saw her again. She was grown up with a couple of new improvements to her body, but he would recognize her from anywhere. She was playing all kinds of different roles, acting and pretending to be someone else and he really hated it. The only time she seemed herself was when she exploited the death of a supposed loved one.
The woman, his sister, was someone he began to hate as he grew older. He never understood why she had to leave or why she never came back for him. She deserted him when he needed her the most and he was determined to get her back. Instead of deserting her when he found out she could definitely use his help, he actually went to help her by bailing her out of jail. The two have yet to really speak to eachother about anything important and have a growing hatred for one another building deep inside for one or more reasons, and soon enough they will meet face to face to unleash their animosity.
The computer screen fades to black as Morgan presses a small X at the top. The younger sibling of Meg just stares blankly at the vacant screen before conversing with himself, angrily.
“That was the rather boring, pathetic, and repulsive life of your younger brother; Meg. You know, when I was younger and while I was being treated the way I was by that Monster, I had only one thought running through my mind. It should have been you. It should have been you that woke up with a perverted old man laying on you with alcohol breath. It should have been you that was passed on from person to person, feeling disgusting and ashamed. It should have been your life that was ruined, Meg.”
Morgan falls to the ground, uncontrollable sobs forcing their way out from the depths of his broken body. His words, for once, are completely honest
“I imagined it so many times; you taking my place-dying inside, bleeding and being ripped apart night after night. And I would be off in a completely different world, content with the boundaries being young had to offer. I wanted you to be the one suffering, desperately praying for a demise of yourself. You should‘ve been the one trying to fight off all the hands reaching out, fondling you in areas that would freeze your body and mind completely. You deserved to be in my position for leaving me to be the f*ck toy for all the sick bastards our insane Mother gave me to. I will always blame you for this Megan. You left me and never even tried to come back for me. You‘re just as bad as our mother, in my eyes. And when we meet at Superbrawl, I will give you the chance to know how I felt. I‘ll bring onto you a mass of devastation thickly fused with every tear that cascaded from my eyes while an immense pain pounded into me with a rapid pace; with all the blood spilled from my anatomy after the tearing and slicing of sensitive skin from raw infiltrations; and all the filling of my stomach lost from self-disgust and excruciating sudden pains, that I would have my face smashed in to smell my own vile garbage. It‘s your turn to know what it all felt like Meg, I hope you‘re not ready…because I never was.
And as far as the third member in our match is concerned; Yukio, who the hell do you think you are stepping in with the two of us? You have no business getting involved with a family affair that you don‘t belong to. I‘ve seen you a few times in the back, and although I agree with you about the way a couple of simple minded fools are running this place, I‘ll have to kill you off from this equation so that I can go through with destroying my sister, like I was destroyed before. You‘ll be stepping into a war between brother and sister which is something you couldn‘t possibly feel good about. There‘s not secret that Meg and I hate eachother, but if you‘re standing in our way of tearing eachother apart then you will become a preview of the chaos and misanthropy the two of us are holding in for one another. This is between Megan and I and it doesn‘t concern you at all. You‘ll be crushed by our forces combined and you will not be walking out of Superbrawl with the Mega…Morgalicious Title. I‘ve already given it a new name for it‘s future holder.”
The half Asian man, still on the ground, finds his way up and glances over to the laptop diary of his older sister. He closes the screen down and takes it with his hands and tosses it against the wall, smiling at the loud crack it makes as it smacks against the plaster and falls, breaking in half. The scene fades to black at the fractured screen of the computer xX
OOC: I would really like to thank Kyzer for giving me a chance to post my Superbrawl.
xX Any and all illuminations have been enveloped in a mass of darkness, unkindly blinding an anonymous individual stalking through the shadows. Slight huffs of the person‘s inhaling and exhaling are heard alongside the certain sounds of carefully placed footsteps. Apparent struggles take place during the few brief moments of silence until a luminosity pierces its way through the gloom in the form of open window blinds. The small light unveils a small room with bare, white walls and a large bed with a rather rigid-looking mattress. The window, in which the light protrudes, hangs directly over an wooden oak desk with a dark laptop computer placed atop it. Next to this desk is a young man, whose olive-shaped eyes exude an oriental quality. The dark chaos of hair, spiked to perfection on his head, mixes flatteringly with his tanned complexion. His black attire almost fades in with the utter dimness of the room, making only his skin and, slowly narrowing, eyes completely visible. He is Morgan Warner, the younger brother of a deranged woman and one of his predestined opponents at Superbrawl, Meg.
He slowly turns to the left, facing the desk, but more importantly the laptop. It strikes an unbound extent of interest into the half-Asian enigma. He closes in on the desk, taking a seat at it, and pops the laptop’s screen up. The monitor is blank, excluding a small box which is present solely for one purpose; to type in the password which will open up the contents of this laptop. Almost timelessly, Morgan types in a seven letter word, which is too obvious, that uncovers the importance of this machine: the spilling of one heart, honest words typed in krylon blood. The laptop which acts as a diary for the mentally unbalanced, Meg.
Months and months of interrogations given out by her own self to herself, threats and deadly attacks, heart-felt despair and a life of mystification all take the form of small letters typed onto the blinking screen of the laptop; Meg’s life.
The younger brother of the beautiful, raven-haired woman does not waste any time as he begins typing with an uncanny speed on the keyboard, his words and thoughts appearing on the screen:
Aug. 11, 2006
11:32 p.m.
Entry One
Dear Meg‘s Diary,
I know how you are Megan, stubborn and constant, so I wont even begin to ask your forgiveness for stealing your precious Laptop Diary. Just so you know, I didn‘t waste my time filling my mind with your forged thoughts as I doubt, greatly, that anything you have contemplated could hold my attention for more than a few seconds. Besides, I didn‘t have to read any of it. Although we‘ve been divided from eachother for so long, I will know you inside and out forever. Now, onto my first entry in your life.
My inspiration originates from a past which brings terror, horror, and beauty to a triple direct collision; truth, love, and honesty blinded only by deception and perversion. A wretched Demoness who’s dementia and lunacy far surpassed that of the madness which would reside in the minds of her offspring. Numerous predators unleashed with the sole purpose of corrupting youth and innocence. My body awakes, convulsing, morning after morning from memories in my sleep, agitated by countless monsters destroying a young boy. A boy who sees his reflection through shattered mirrors and knows not who he is, but what he is: A victim. My inspiration comes from a reoccurring nightmare which has incarcerated itself in my mind for far too many nights.
It always starts out the same way: a young boy and girl are playing in their backyard where the thick blades of grass are so high they feel as though they’re walking through Jurassic Park, and for them it is perfect as that is where they imagine themselves. The boy follows his older sister as she leads him into a world of make believe she has made up for the two of them, telling the younger boy to be as quite as possible so no dangerous beast of the park will get them. The boy was afraid, truly believing that there were indeed dinosaurs in his backyard on the prowl; however, a part of him knew that should any Tyrannosaurus attack, his older sister would be there to protect him. He knew that she would always watch his back to make sure he was completely safe.
Fortunately, for the both them, there was never any beast or monster; there was no danger at all in the backyard and that is why they liked it so much. They were truly secure, out back, in their imaginary world together. The older of the two must’ve known this because she made sure that her and her younger brother were always there. She would always make up games to distract her brother, and herself, by worlds filled with potential dangers and threats that she knew could never actually do any damage from a reality that had began to terrify her. The reality inside their house…
Morgan takes a few minutes to relax his hands from the quick typing, stretching and popping them back into comfortable settings.
As the young girl was a couple years older than her four-year-old brother, she caught onto hidden messages more easily. She had always found their Mother to be quite irregular at times, but as she got older she realized that there was something truly not right with the woman that had gave birth to both children. All through the night she would hear the woman shouting frantically at nobody, then breaking down into frenzied fits of tears. In the mornings, she would see the average-sized woman with her eyes and face creased in an irritated sleep with emaciated crimson chaotically decorated on her wrists and arms. The woman was ill and she needed help, badly.
The boy was completely oblivious to any of this, unfortunately for him, because his mother’s ‘illness’ would bring an Armageddon to his life. The day it would all start began as every day did. The two children were in the backyard playing, running from imaginary dangers and from out of nowhere came the mother and an unknown man who would later be declared a Monster. The man was rugged, with a receding hairline and bright blue eyes that scared the young boy. He reached out to the children and took the girl in his arms, swinging her over his back as she screamed out for help.
The young boy, too frightened to do anything, just sat there helplessly and watched his sister being taken away. Her last words coming out as a screaming warning: “Bubby, Mommy is very sick! Be careful!” He wasn’t too sure what his younger sister meant as she cried, kicked and screamed at the buff man taking her away, but he got the message that his Mother was not a person he was supposed to trust.
A single tear forms in the puffy eyes of Morgan, bleeding nostalgia, and trailing down his tanned cheek. He blinks away anymore tears that threaten to descend from his bloodshot orbs before continuing his story.
Many days went by before the young boy lost all hope in ever seeing his older sister again. He mainly dwelled in her room, breathing in the remains of her scent and just praying that she would return to wherever it was the man had taken her. As for the man, he had made himself a permanent stay in the house and the young boy didn‘t like that one bit. The man was scary, always giving the young boy awkward stares and making suggestive comments which the boy was too immature to comprehend. His possessive glares pretty much had the young boy knowing that this man was also not someone to be trusted. He would find this out much too soon, as the man would turn himself into the monster that would destroy the young boy’s life.
After hitting his eighth birthday, the young boy would find himself waking with the vulgar weight of a repulsive Monster with putrid breath upon him; a clouded memory and blank recollections of previous events blinding him from the unbearable soreness that struck itself through his entirety. A massive torrent of tears would immediately break from the hazed eyes of the young boy and a vile stench which would have him heaving for many moments until he finally lost any contents from within. He would lay there, gasping for breath, in his own blood and vomit under the Monster which undoubtedly mistreated him in the worst of ways.
The boy would wake like this for many days and years to come; violated, broken, and destroyed. Not only was the monster corrupting him, but his Mother and many other older strangers that he had never seen before. All of them burning his youth like wildfires, the reasons for igniting were never to be explained. He would try to fight most of the time, but his efforts were futile much to his dismay. He was unwillingly becoming the whore for these sickening creatures, much too weak and fragile to ever get away. His life lost meaning before it could ever have the chance to gain any kind of significance. He would live his life this way, tortured and fading away, until he was fifteen years old when he was told he was no longer appealing. He would have been relieved, however, he didn’t know how to feel anymore.
He lost touch with reality as his mind discovered what had actually happened to him and how truly wrong it was. He felt so dirty and vile that he locked himself in his room for the rest of time, only stepping out when he was sure no one was around to get food and water. He cut off all contact with the human world, leaving himself completely and solely alone to drown in his own pity. He wasted away many years of his life, until the day when he saw her again. She was grown up with a couple of new improvements to her body, but he would recognize her from anywhere. She was playing all kinds of different roles, acting and pretending to be someone else and he really hated it. The only time she seemed herself was when she exploited the death of a supposed loved one.
The woman, his sister, was someone he began to hate as he grew older. He never understood why she had to leave or why she never came back for him. She deserted him when he needed her the most and he was determined to get her back. Instead of deserting her when he found out she could definitely use his help, he actually went to help her by bailing her out of jail. The two have yet to really speak to eachother about anything important and have a growing hatred for one another building deep inside for one or more reasons, and soon enough they will meet face to face to unleash their animosity.
The computer screen fades to black as Morgan presses a small X at the top. The younger sibling of Meg just stares blankly at the vacant screen before conversing with himself, angrily.
“That was the rather boring, pathetic, and repulsive life of your younger brother; Meg. You know, when I was younger and while I was being treated the way I was by that Monster, I had only one thought running through my mind. It should have been you. It should have been you that woke up with a perverted old man laying on you with alcohol breath. It should have been you that was passed on from person to person, feeling disgusting and ashamed. It should have been your life that was ruined, Meg.”
Morgan falls to the ground, uncontrollable sobs forcing their way out from the depths of his broken body. His words, for once, are completely honest
“I imagined it so many times; you taking my place-dying inside, bleeding and being ripped apart night after night. And I would be off in a completely different world, content with the boundaries being young had to offer. I wanted you to be the one suffering, desperately praying for a demise of yourself. You should‘ve been the one trying to fight off all the hands reaching out, fondling you in areas that would freeze your body and mind completely. You deserved to be in my position for leaving me to be the f*ck toy for all the sick bastards our insane Mother gave me to. I will always blame you for this Megan. You left me and never even tried to come back for me. You‘re just as bad as our mother, in my eyes. And when we meet at Superbrawl, I will give you the chance to know how I felt. I‘ll bring onto you a mass of devastation thickly fused with every tear that cascaded from my eyes while an immense pain pounded into me with a rapid pace; with all the blood spilled from my anatomy after the tearing and slicing of sensitive skin from raw infiltrations; and all the filling of my stomach lost from self-disgust and excruciating sudden pains, that I would have my face smashed in to smell my own vile garbage. It‘s your turn to know what it all felt like Meg, I hope you‘re not ready…because I never was.
And as far as the third member in our match is concerned; Yukio, who the hell do you think you are stepping in with the two of us? You have no business getting involved with a family affair that you don‘t belong to. I‘ve seen you a few times in the back, and although I agree with you about the way a couple of simple minded fools are running this place, I‘ll have to kill you off from this equation so that I can go through with destroying my sister, like I was destroyed before. You‘ll be stepping into a war between brother and sister which is something you couldn‘t possibly feel good about. There‘s not secret that Meg and I hate eachother, but if you‘re standing in our way of tearing eachother apart then you will become a preview of the chaos and misanthropy the two of us are holding in for one another. This is between Megan and I and it doesn‘t concern you at all. You‘ll be crushed by our forces combined and you will not be walking out of Superbrawl with the Mega…Morgalicious Title. I‘ve already given it a new name for it‘s future holder.”
The half Asian man, still on the ground, finds his way up and glances over to the laptop diary of his older sister. He closes the screen down and takes it with his hands and tosses it against the wall, smiling at the loud crack it makes as it smacks against the plaster and falls, breaking in half. The scene fades to black at the fractured screen of the computer xX
OOC: I would really like to thank Kyzer for giving me a chance to post my Superbrawl.
