Post by The Anarchist on Jul 30, 2016 22:03:33 GMT -5
OOC: I was so embarrassed by the first attempt when I wrote it, that I decided to try again with a clearer mind. To anyone who read the prior, I apologize. It was an awful effort with a terrible decision. Hopefully this provides a more entertaining read.
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Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.
--Matthew 25:41
This little light of mine
I’m going to let it shine
Oh, this little light of mine
I’m going to let it shine…
Let it shine.
Let it shine.
Let it shine.
Prologue
There is not much that needs to be said. But let’s pretend, shall we?. The sham awards...I’m sorry, the ICEY’S are now a thing of the past. Razor Blade mercifully took a beating at the hands of Madman Murdoc and PCW have themselves a new Underground champion.
Ok. Look. I don’t really give a shit about the previous show. I won a few awards, which becomes something for dust to accumulate on. The ones I lost, the sad saps have themselves a shiny prop to rest their hat on. Perhaps whatever second hand store everyone is near could just receive the damn things. I don’t know, I don’t care and I rather not waste my time covering it for another fucking minute.
What I do care about...is you, Andy D. I don’t mean you personally, but rather...that title of yours you’ve been holding for me. I should thank you for doing that favor, because for several weeks it has provided you the feeling of being a champion. Wait. Didn’t you dethrone another pretender...albeit one of political office? Maybe there are a trove of emails on him as well from that can uncover a giant PCW scandal…
Hey Wryght? Richard Nixon spoke from the other side. He says you ARE a crook.
Back to you Andrew. You hurt my feelings by throwing your gift in the trash. The apples were rather delicious, and I thought you might like the cores. It was the thought that counts. Thought. That. Counts. Since Grimm and myself sent you and Justin Kaard spiraling into defeat, that has been on my mind. Constantly. The thought of the referee counting the one, two, three on you as I’m announced as the NEW International Champion…
I’ll give you your due. You are someone who I expect a fight from. I’m well aware of your resume and know victory will not come easy.
But victory will come, and you will become the former champion. Or so the voice in my head tells me.
Present
“Run!”
The demand came from Seromine himself as he watched the same unknown female last seen two Traumas ago leaving a present for Andy D. She had a habit of looking over her shoulder that night as well, and with good reason. Following the events of that evening, his followers abducted her from the building and transported immediately back to Labyrinth Grove. For three weeks they held her on grounds and under his strict order, took care of her like he did them.
Until today.
“Run little rabbit!”
Those three words came from Destiny as she camouflaged herself not only behind her Rattlesnake mask, but through the green leaves which sprouted from the orange trees in the grove itself. Both leaders watched from unknown spots in the maze. Consumed with having a front row to the sheer terror that permeated the woman. She found herself at a fork in the grove, right or left? They both looked the same, but did either truly lead to her safety?
“Gonna get you.”
Her head spun around, strawberry blonde locks highlighted by a blood orange sun beating down on her brow. The sky itself was a mixture of ugly grays and purples, an unusual sight for daytime in the realm. As has always been the case though with Labyrinth Grove and neighboring Absinthe, looks could be very deceiving.
“Gonna get you!”
“Gonna get you!”
“We’re gonna get you!”
She had not one more second to spare as anxiety tightly clenched her chest. She would respond to the voices if not for the fact her mouth had been sewn shut to prevent any such disturbance from ruining their fun. Making a last second decision she blazed to the right, hoping that the path was correct and not thinking about anything else than getting the hell out of there. What she was unable to see was there were other presences lurking throughout, only glimpsed in a “blink-and-you’ll-miss-them moment” as robes and masks fluttered through the crevices between the trees. The winding path took her in an arch, but at LAST! She could see the exit of her hell and the welcoming to freedom.
Laughter now greeted rather that taunting warnings. Branches crackled and oranges hit the ground with a thud, indicating movement was about everywhere she was. Yet she couldn’t find them. She continued making that final push as the outside world got closer and closer to accept her…
Al…
most…
THERE!
And that moment of hope ended just as fast as it arrived. She exited the maze alright, and what stared right back at her was the point in which she STARTED! In despair and desperation she fell to to her knees, pounding the living earth below her, sobbing her eyes out. She was likely telling herself this couldn’t be happening. After all. She did EXACTLY what he asked. What they told her. From behind and to the side came sixteen feet. Seromine, Destiny and the followers circled around the fallen woman. The leader crouched down directly in front of her, the eyes of his Owl mask gazing with burning anger. His hand locked just under her jaw, popping her eyes wide as he lifted her head up so that she could see him. Ever so slightly, he shook his head while the others began to stroke her hair as if she were a pet or stray animal.
“You sad, pathetic excuse. I am the maker of these groves. This land. This realm breathes the energy of US! We control everything. What you see is what we allow you to see. A living dream that I can shift to anything I like. But. To your credit, you followed my order. You RAN! You ran, ran, ran RAN!! like the fucking hamster you are.”
“Kill her my love...sacrifice her!”
Seromine’s grasp began to relax, but not completely uncoil. His head creaked up towards his wife as she eagerly awaited the word.
Rest in Peace, Becks! Love of Andy D! Andy the enemy! The International Champion! Death to both!
The followers hissed around, those strokes now becoming pulls of hair as they rip out roots from her scalp. It wasn’t actually Becks, that’s just the name Seromine gave her. Destiny lunges in and digs her black polished nails into the woman’s cheeks, slowly dragging them down as blood trickled out of the wounds. The searing pain is evident by way of expression from whoever the victim is, but she’s unable to protect herself. Destiny picks herself back up, smearing the blood across her mask. Seromine throws the woman to the ground, standing back up and towering over the body. Destiny wraps her arms around him, barely able to contain herself. The other six are stoic while they patiently wait for the command.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye. Thank you for being such a good little captive trespasser. Destiny if you would be so kind...”
Destiny takes hold of her husbands hands as both bow their heads down. Their followers go hand in hand, forming a prayer circle around them and the fallen woman. To ensure she doesn’t make a move, all eight place a foot down on her.
“On this day, in the month of July, in the year two-thousand sixteen, we sacrifice the soul of who we named Becks to Our Mother’s sacred ground. May it nourish her appetite and allow for seasonal growth.”
In the name of Seromine, our Lord. In the name of Bellevue, our Priestess. We offer this body as a token of our everlasting thanks to them.
The followers were not allowed to use the names Jason or Destiny when they spoke. Yes, they knew that was their names, but they were put on strict order to address them as Seromine and Bellevue when matters came up. A violation of such was punishable by death. Oddly enough, their part in the ceremony was the most calm and human they had sounded. It was as if they were allowed to be...well...human for a fleeting moment.
“We accept your gift, children. By the hands of eight, her fate has now been sealed! May peace come to the wretched sinner where Nature puts her.”
And like that the prayer was over. Seromine gave a nod. Bellevue made a slash motion across her throat and like a mob, the followers pounced and picked her up high in the air, carrying her away through the grove to dispose of her elsewhere. Death was not in question as she would likely find herself burned at the stake like Joan of Arc, and then scattered in the trees themselves. Hand in hand went the married evil, heading home in a different direction where their own children awaited...without any idea of what just happened.
–---------
Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.
--Matthew 25:41
This little light of mine
I’m going to let it shine
Oh, this little light of mine
I’m going to let it shine…
Let it shine.
Let it shine.
Let it shine.
Prologue
There is not much that needs to be said. But let’s pretend, shall we?. The sham awards...I’m sorry, the ICEY’S are now a thing of the past. Razor Blade mercifully took a beating at the hands of Madman Murdoc and PCW have themselves a new Underground champion.
Ok. Look. I don’t really give a shit about the previous show. I won a few awards, which becomes something for dust to accumulate on. The ones I lost, the sad saps have themselves a shiny prop to rest their hat on. Perhaps whatever second hand store everyone is near could just receive the damn things. I don’t know, I don’t care and I rather not waste my time covering it for another fucking minute.
What I do care about...is you, Andy D. I don’t mean you personally, but rather...that title of yours you’ve been holding for me. I should thank you for doing that favor, because for several weeks it has provided you the feeling of being a champion. Wait. Didn’t you dethrone another pretender...albeit one of political office? Maybe there are a trove of emails on him as well from that can uncover a giant PCW scandal…
Hey Wryght? Richard Nixon spoke from the other side. He says you ARE a crook.
Back to you Andrew. You hurt my feelings by throwing your gift in the trash. The apples were rather delicious, and I thought you might like the cores. It was the thought that counts. Thought. That. Counts. Since Grimm and myself sent you and Justin Kaard spiraling into defeat, that has been on my mind. Constantly. The thought of the referee counting the one, two, three on you as I’m announced as the NEW International Champion…
I’ll give you your due. You are someone who I expect a fight from. I’m well aware of your resume and know victory will not come easy.
But victory will come, and you will become the former champion. Or so the voice in my head tells me.
Present
“Run!”
The demand came from Seromine himself as he watched the same unknown female last seen two Traumas ago leaving a present for Andy D. She had a habit of looking over her shoulder that night as well, and with good reason. Following the events of that evening, his followers abducted her from the building and transported immediately back to Labyrinth Grove. For three weeks they held her on grounds and under his strict order, took care of her like he did them.
Until today.
“Run little rabbit!”
Those three words came from Destiny as she camouflaged herself not only behind her Rattlesnake mask, but through the green leaves which sprouted from the orange trees in the grove itself. Both leaders watched from unknown spots in the maze. Consumed with having a front row to the sheer terror that permeated the woman. She found herself at a fork in the grove, right or left? They both looked the same, but did either truly lead to her safety?
“Gonna get you.”
Her head spun around, strawberry blonde locks highlighted by a blood orange sun beating down on her brow. The sky itself was a mixture of ugly grays and purples, an unusual sight for daytime in the realm. As has always been the case though with Labyrinth Grove and neighboring Absinthe, looks could be very deceiving.
“Gonna get you!”
“Gonna get you!”
“We’re gonna get you!”
She had not one more second to spare as anxiety tightly clenched her chest. She would respond to the voices if not for the fact her mouth had been sewn shut to prevent any such disturbance from ruining their fun. Making a last second decision she blazed to the right, hoping that the path was correct and not thinking about anything else than getting the hell out of there. What she was unable to see was there were other presences lurking throughout, only glimpsed in a “blink-and-you’ll-miss-them moment” as robes and masks fluttered through the crevices between the trees. The winding path took her in an arch, but at LAST! She could see the exit of her hell and the welcoming to freedom.
Laughter now greeted rather that taunting warnings. Branches crackled and oranges hit the ground with a thud, indicating movement was about everywhere she was. Yet she couldn’t find them. She continued making that final push as the outside world got closer and closer to accept her…
Al…
most…
THERE!
And that moment of hope ended just as fast as it arrived. She exited the maze alright, and what stared right back at her was the point in which she STARTED! In despair and desperation she fell to to her knees, pounding the living earth below her, sobbing her eyes out. She was likely telling herself this couldn’t be happening. After all. She did EXACTLY what he asked. What they told her. From behind and to the side came sixteen feet. Seromine, Destiny and the followers circled around the fallen woman. The leader crouched down directly in front of her, the eyes of his Owl mask gazing with burning anger. His hand locked just under her jaw, popping her eyes wide as he lifted her head up so that she could see him. Ever so slightly, he shook his head while the others began to stroke her hair as if she were a pet or stray animal.
“You sad, pathetic excuse. I am the maker of these groves. This land. This realm breathes the energy of US! We control everything. What you see is what we allow you to see. A living dream that I can shift to anything I like. But. To your credit, you followed my order. You RAN! You ran, ran, ran RAN!! like the fucking hamster you are.”
“Kill her my love...sacrifice her!”
Seromine’s grasp began to relax, but not completely uncoil. His head creaked up towards his wife as she eagerly awaited the word.
Rest in Peace, Becks! Love of Andy D! Andy the enemy! The International Champion! Death to both!
The followers hissed around, those strokes now becoming pulls of hair as they rip out roots from her scalp. It wasn’t actually Becks, that’s just the name Seromine gave her. Destiny lunges in and digs her black polished nails into the woman’s cheeks, slowly dragging them down as blood trickled out of the wounds. The searing pain is evident by way of expression from whoever the victim is, but she’s unable to protect herself. Destiny picks herself back up, smearing the blood across her mask. Seromine throws the woman to the ground, standing back up and towering over the body. Destiny wraps her arms around him, barely able to contain herself. The other six are stoic while they patiently wait for the command.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye. Thank you for being such a good little captive trespasser. Destiny if you would be so kind...”
Destiny takes hold of her husbands hands as both bow their heads down. Their followers go hand in hand, forming a prayer circle around them and the fallen woman. To ensure she doesn’t make a move, all eight place a foot down on her.
“On this day, in the month of July, in the year two-thousand sixteen, we sacrifice the soul of who we named Becks to Our Mother’s sacred ground. May it nourish her appetite and allow for seasonal growth.”
In the name of Seromine, our Lord. In the name of Bellevue, our Priestess. We offer this body as a token of our everlasting thanks to them.
The followers were not allowed to use the names Jason or Destiny when they spoke. Yes, they knew that was their names, but they were put on strict order to address them as Seromine and Bellevue when matters came up. A violation of such was punishable by death. Oddly enough, their part in the ceremony was the most calm and human they had sounded. It was as if they were allowed to be...well...human for a fleeting moment.
“We accept your gift, children. By the hands of eight, her fate has now been sealed! May peace come to the wretched sinner where Nature puts her.”
And like that the prayer was over. Seromine gave a nod. Bellevue made a slash motion across her throat and like a mob, the followers pounced and picked her up high in the air, carrying her away through the grove to dispose of her elsewhere. Death was not in question as she would likely find herself burned at the stake like Joan of Arc, and then scattered in the trees themselves. Hand in hand went the married evil, heading home in a different direction where their own children awaited...without any idea of what just happened.