Post by The Anarchist on Mar 8, 2018 6:10:21 GMT -5
Continuation
The stasis vessel of Megan McNamara is gently picked up by a handful of the followers, each one taking extreme care with how they hold her. In lock step with one another as they march. Each step disturbs the floor, making it sound as if the essence of souls was just underneath.
Into the night they went, on the changed order of Seromine. He remained at the property to supervise things. This had to be done correctly. The stars twinkled high in the sky with sort of a bright approval for the ceremony. Megan was not hurt. She was being purified after all!
They all had at one time or another. First came a cleansing of the mind. Think of it as being freed from prison after your time was served. The kind of prison is a matter of interpretation. The next step was the body. The effect of the red powder looked worse than it actually was. The body may move involuntarily, but the soul was gliding through the clouds in route to the pearly gates of heaven.
It wasn’t death. It was rebirth. Approved by GOD himself.
Seromine saved souls before sin could corrode their hearts. When he found those society dared to judge, he offered them a chance for new beginnings. All they had to do was accept him as their LORD AND SAVIOR and they would be taken care of.
He understood these individuals. He came from a life of turmoil himself. The stigmatization from those who thought they were better, because they were free of mental illness. He spent time in a halfway home to work on his “issues” during his teenage years. He turned to drink and prescription drugs while in the early parts of his career. If not for Destiny and his children, he would have committed suicide years ago.
After he ended Tha UnHoly Alliance for good in two-thousand fifteen, and sent his long time tag partner and best friend, Johnny “Loco” Marquez packing for the safety of near-retirement, the former “Anarchist” Jason Willard dropped out of sight. When he returned several months later in two-thousand sixteen, he had reinvented himself as a cult leading preacher named Seromine. The rest, as they say, is history.
Praise Seromine. Praise the Lord.
On his command, Megan is carried over to an awaiting open carriage. The very same one that had been used for one of his ring entrances. Moonlight shimmered through the orange groves, providing an extra layer of ambiance. The elder is placed in a toe-pincher pine coffin laying on the cold earth. The flat lift-off lid stood upright against the carriage. Wood handles numbered six, three on each side. The upholstered interior was cotton blend.
Seromine gestures to Zoe, Bellevue, and Xya. Each woman leans inside of the carriage and comes back out with a burlap satchel.
“Zechariah 13:9. And I will put this third into the fire, and refine them as one refines silver, and test them as gold is tested. They will call upon my name, and I will answer them. I will say, ‘They are my people’; and they will say, ‘The Lord is my God.’”
Zoe removes a small trinket of gold. It is placed next to Megan’s right temple. She partially lifts her Zebra mask, exposing her lips to the naked air. Zoe leans in to gently press them upon the crown of Megan’s head. The mask is pulled back over her face. Seromine continues.
“John 1:1-5. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”
Bellevue removes a bottle of frankincense oil. It is placed next to Megan’s left temple. She partially lifts her Elephant mask, exposing her lips to the naked air. Bellevue leans in to gently press them upon the crown of Megan’s head as well. The mask is pulled back over her face. Seromine has one more passage to speak.
“1 Thessalonians 4:17. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.”
Xya removes a bottle of myrrh oil. It is placed above Megan’s head. She partially lifts her Raccoon mask and leans, but doesn’t kiss Megan’s head. Instead, she gives her the softest of touches on the lips. She pulls the mask down and joins her sisters. Seromine embraces them before reaching into the transport himself.
He retrieves a hammer and nails.
“Brothers and Sisters. Before you is the mother of my wife. Before you is the conspirator of her mistreatment! Of innocence stolen! This woman stood by and let her filthy pedophile of a husband molest MY daughter, the way she allowed him to molest HIS daughter!”
The followers lower their heads as their masked gazes fixate on the wrong doing outsider. Seromine aggressively slams the heavy lid over the top, encapsulating her in total darkness. He requests no help in putting the nails through. It is as cathartic as crucifying Nathan Saniti was.
“She is not worthy of your glory, God! I have decided she will remain in her current state until such a time comes that she should be released!”
Seromine motions for her to be taken away. Without saying anything further, he walks further into the citrus maze, leaving them to take care of the rest of the details.
He has music to go face.
PRESENT
“Forgive me, dear wife, for I have sinned.”
Seromine lowers his head after making this request. He had been home for a matter of mere minutes and was already fraught with guilt. Destiny lowers her center of gravity so that she is eye level with him. Confused by the request asked of her, she gently lifts his head so she can study his face. Her fingers find their way to his left cheek, moving in a loving up-and-down motion.
“What happened?”
“In the groves...”
“Go on.”
“Your mother. She’s under the spell now.”
“I thought we talked about this, Jason.”
“I thought you would be happy about it!” he replies as he faces down the one woman firing squad.
“Are you kidding?!” Destiny yells in a quick burst of anger. “When did you decide this?”
“After you decided to forgive her for what she did wrong!”
“YES! I did forgive my mom for what happened. SHE wasn’t at fault. The bastard that WAS, is rotting away in the ground where he belongs!”
Destiny pauses where she now stood. Her tongue massages the inside of her mouth. Her eyes were seeing darker shades of red. Maybe a flash of white over that bomb, but definitely red. She turns her back to him. Her fingers comb through her brown hair while she massages her head.
He sighs. "The process can be reversed. She won’t remember anything that happened.”
“What?”
Seromine looks at her and proceeds to explain step by step what to do. It sounds far fetched, but she accepts it as truth. Besides, if he lied to her, she’d kill him. So he wouldn’t dare make something up. The information presented seems to calm the waters some. He also tells her where she will be.
“I’ll handle it. And because we are always open and honest with each other, forgiving her wasn’t easy. I felt everything you felt and then some. Had I not found the strength to do that, well, it’s no longer important.”
“Am I forgiven?”
“Fuck no! You said you were sorry. I accept the apology. You told me how to fix the matter, and I will. Now, if I find out you were lying to me, I’ll be purchasing a certain signature shovel from Hangtown to bury you with!”
“That...actually would be more preferable to your wrath or, you know, being fed to that guy. Anyone who can make someone forcibly eat their own beard is one to avoid...”
“Poor Loki” she thought to herself. “Come on. Let’s go to bed. We have things to do tomorrow. You know where the couch is.”
"Why would I sleep on that?”
“Because you’re an idiot.” she replies by quoting the movie Heathers. “But I still love you.”
She gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Always remember, we are in this together."
A smile manages to find its way across his face. There was more than one meaning behind her words...
Her
Time is up, Brenna.
Trauma was now in the rear view mirror. Seromine stood triumphant over the BIG DOG. As if there would be any doubt. The outcome was sealed the second the match was put on the card. Still, Razor Blade had his moments and one hell of a punch that was still being felt days later. Now gears could shift to one of the biggest thorns in Seromine’s side.
Even if she has decided to become the newest poster child for the side of milk cartons.
Some may think this match has been brewing since November, but no. It actually goes further back. In a time when Seromine was hunting the likes of the sacrificial Kelli Starr, and the BIGGEST sinner known to pro wrestling, Nathan Saniti. A trickster who is still owed a receipt for his last act of desperation.
Only when time came to pay the piper then as well, Brenna must have found the ghost of Robert Stack, because her disappearance became an unsolved mystery. Which is a shame. Brenna Gordon is a hell of a talent in the ring. Despite her poor decision making and company kept.
But Seromine was going to walk into Mass Destruction with ‘destruction’ on his mind. He wasn’t deaf. He heard the rumors that her going missing this time was due to something created by his order. Regardless of what the mockingbirds had to say, he was going to be in South Carolina. Someone was going to pay for what happened to him after losing the World Title to Kyle Shane.
Someone.
Assuming she wouldn’t make the bell, her name would join the list of others Seromine had sent on their way out. Kelli Starr. Andy D. Nathan Saniti. Whitey Ford. All once mighty names on the PCW roster. Worthy adversaries. But, well, you know how it goes…
There was still the work of GOD to be done.
It wouldn’t be stopped until they felt like it.
At Mass Destruction, there was only one thing Seromine felt like doing.
Consider it done.
The stasis vessel of Megan McNamara is gently picked up by a handful of the followers, each one taking extreme care with how they hold her. In lock step with one another as they march. Each step disturbs the floor, making it sound as if the essence of souls was just underneath.
Into the night they went, on the changed order of Seromine. He remained at the property to supervise things. This had to be done correctly. The stars twinkled high in the sky with sort of a bright approval for the ceremony. Megan was not hurt. She was being purified after all!
They all had at one time or another. First came a cleansing of the mind. Think of it as being freed from prison after your time was served. The kind of prison is a matter of interpretation. The next step was the body. The effect of the red powder looked worse than it actually was. The body may move involuntarily, but the soul was gliding through the clouds in route to the pearly gates of heaven.
It wasn’t death. It was rebirth. Approved by GOD himself.
Seromine saved souls before sin could corrode their hearts. When he found those society dared to judge, he offered them a chance for new beginnings. All they had to do was accept him as their LORD AND SAVIOR and they would be taken care of.
He understood these individuals. He came from a life of turmoil himself. The stigmatization from those who thought they were better, because they were free of mental illness. He spent time in a halfway home to work on his “issues” during his teenage years. He turned to drink and prescription drugs while in the early parts of his career. If not for Destiny and his children, he would have committed suicide years ago.
After he ended Tha UnHoly Alliance for good in two-thousand fifteen, and sent his long time tag partner and best friend, Johnny “Loco” Marquez packing for the safety of near-retirement, the former “Anarchist” Jason Willard dropped out of sight. When he returned several months later in two-thousand sixteen, he had reinvented himself as a cult leading preacher named Seromine. The rest, as they say, is history.
Praise Seromine. Praise the Lord.
On his command, Megan is carried over to an awaiting open carriage. The very same one that had been used for one of his ring entrances. Moonlight shimmered through the orange groves, providing an extra layer of ambiance. The elder is placed in a toe-pincher pine coffin laying on the cold earth. The flat lift-off lid stood upright against the carriage. Wood handles numbered six, three on each side. The upholstered interior was cotton blend.
Seromine gestures to Zoe, Bellevue, and Xya. Each woman leans inside of the carriage and comes back out with a burlap satchel.
“Zechariah 13:9. And I will put this third into the fire, and refine them as one refines silver, and test them as gold is tested. They will call upon my name, and I will answer them. I will say, ‘They are my people’; and they will say, ‘The Lord is my God.’”
Zoe removes a small trinket of gold. It is placed next to Megan’s right temple. She partially lifts her Zebra mask, exposing her lips to the naked air. Zoe leans in to gently press them upon the crown of Megan’s head. The mask is pulled back over her face. Seromine continues.
“John 1:1-5. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”
Bellevue removes a bottle of frankincense oil. It is placed next to Megan’s left temple. She partially lifts her Elephant mask, exposing her lips to the naked air. Bellevue leans in to gently press them upon the crown of Megan’s head as well. The mask is pulled back over her face. Seromine has one more passage to speak.
“1 Thessalonians 4:17. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.”
Xya removes a bottle of myrrh oil. It is placed above Megan’s head. She partially lifts her Raccoon mask and leans, but doesn’t kiss Megan’s head. Instead, she gives her the softest of touches on the lips. She pulls the mask down and joins her sisters. Seromine embraces them before reaching into the transport himself.
He retrieves a hammer and nails.
“Brothers and Sisters. Before you is the mother of my wife. Before you is the conspirator of her mistreatment! Of innocence stolen! This woman stood by and let her filthy pedophile of a husband molest MY daughter, the way she allowed him to molest HIS daughter!”
The followers lower their heads as their masked gazes fixate on the wrong doing outsider. Seromine aggressively slams the heavy lid over the top, encapsulating her in total darkness. He requests no help in putting the nails through. It is as cathartic as crucifying Nathan Saniti was.
“She is not worthy of your glory, God! I have decided she will remain in her current state until such a time comes that she should be released!”
Seromine motions for her to be taken away. Without saying anything further, he walks further into the citrus maze, leaving them to take care of the rest of the details.
He has music to go face.
PRESENT
“Forgive me, dear wife, for I have sinned.”
Seromine lowers his head after making this request. He had been home for a matter of mere minutes and was already fraught with guilt. Destiny lowers her center of gravity so that she is eye level with him. Confused by the request asked of her, she gently lifts his head so she can study his face. Her fingers find their way to his left cheek, moving in a loving up-and-down motion.
“What happened?”
“In the groves...”
“Go on.”
“Your mother. She’s under the spell now.”
“I thought we talked about this, Jason.”
“I thought you would be happy about it!” he replies as he faces down the one woman firing squad.
“Are you kidding?!” Destiny yells in a quick burst of anger. “When did you decide this?”
“After you decided to forgive her for what she did wrong!”
“YES! I did forgive my mom for what happened. SHE wasn’t at fault. The bastard that WAS, is rotting away in the ground where he belongs!”
Destiny pauses where she now stood. Her tongue massages the inside of her mouth. Her eyes were seeing darker shades of red. Maybe a flash of white over that bomb, but definitely red. She turns her back to him. Her fingers comb through her brown hair while she massages her head.
He sighs. "The process can be reversed. She won’t remember anything that happened.”
“What?”
Seromine looks at her and proceeds to explain step by step what to do. It sounds far fetched, but she accepts it as truth. Besides, if he lied to her, she’d kill him. So he wouldn’t dare make something up. The information presented seems to calm the waters some. He also tells her where she will be.
“I’ll handle it. And because we are always open and honest with each other, forgiving her wasn’t easy. I felt everything you felt and then some. Had I not found the strength to do that, well, it’s no longer important.”
“Am I forgiven?”
“Fuck no! You said you were sorry. I accept the apology. You told me how to fix the matter, and I will. Now, if I find out you were lying to me, I’ll be purchasing a certain signature shovel from Hangtown to bury you with!”
“That...actually would be more preferable to your wrath or, you know, being fed to that guy. Anyone who can make someone forcibly eat their own beard is one to avoid...”
“Poor Loki” she thought to herself. “Come on. Let’s go to bed. We have things to do tomorrow. You know where the couch is.”
"Why would I sleep on that?”
“Because you’re an idiot.” she replies by quoting the movie Heathers. “But I still love you.”
She gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Always remember, we are in this together."
A smile manages to find its way across his face. There was more than one meaning behind her words...
Her
Time is up, Brenna.
Trauma was now in the rear view mirror. Seromine stood triumphant over the BIG DOG. As if there would be any doubt. The outcome was sealed the second the match was put on the card. Still, Razor Blade had his moments and one hell of a punch that was still being felt days later. Now gears could shift to one of the biggest thorns in Seromine’s side.
Even if she has decided to become the newest poster child for the side of milk cartons.
Some may think this match has been brewing since November, but no. It actually goes further back. In a time when Seromine was hunting the likes of the sacrificial Kelli Starr, and the BIGGEST sinner known to pro wrestling, Nathan Saniti. A trickster who is still owed a receipt for his last act of desperation.
Only when time came to pay the piper then as well, Brenna must have found the ghost of Robert Stack, because her disappearance became an unsolved mystery. Which is a shame. Brenna Gordon is a hell of a talent in the ring. Despite her poor decision making and company kept.
But Seromine was going to walk into Mass Destruction with ‘destruction’ on his mind. He wasn’t deaf. He heard the rumors that her going missing this time was due to something created by his order. Regardless of what the mockingbirds had to say, he was going to be in South Carolina. Someone was going to pay for what happened to him after losing the World Title to Kyle Shane.
Someone.
Assuming she wouldn’t make the bell, her name would join the list of others Seromine had sent on their way out. Kelli Starr. Andy D. Nathan Saniti. Whitey Ford. All once mighty names on the PCW roster. Worthy adversaries. But, well, you know how it goes…
There was still the work of GOD to be done.
It wouldn’t be stopped until they felt like it.
At Mass Destruction, there was only one thing Seromine felt like doing.
Consider it done.