Post by Lantlas on Feb 2, 2006 16:54:57 GMT -5
::It feels like blood is dripping off of my face. Why would it be on my face when my heart is obviously what is bleeding? The stabbing feeling refuses to go away as I plunge onward through the rainy night, searching for that small beacon of light. I know it exists around here, how can the one thing that's carried me on through the darkest of times not exist anymore?::
::A window, with a light shining through. Of course! It is the right house, I'd know it anywhere! I run up to the window, longing to see the girl I love for the first time in weeks. I'm down on my knees beneath the window sill. I want to surprise her. She always said spontaneous was sexy. I lift my eyes ever so slowly, and see not what I expected.::
::I see my beautiful red-headed princess, but she is not alone. Her head is against the shoulder of a man, whom I do not know. His shirt is off, and she has the hair which can only mean one thing. That son of a bitch. Goddammit, why did this happen to me again?::
::I punch my hand through the window. I know it busted my arm in all crazy kinds of blood, but I care not. The first girl that did this to me got away with it, and I refuse to sit in intense and self-loathing pain while she rides another guy's jock like Seabiscuit with my ring on her finger. They jump up with a look of shock, and she knows she's been caught. The man's face goes white, and he tries to run, but I kick the dresser stool in front of him, and he spills to the ground. I look back at this two-timing whore, letting her know I'll deal with her in a minute. She fears water, so she won't go out in the rain.::
::I drag this guy out into the kitchen, and put his face to a butcher knife. I give him once chance to live, asking him what in the hell he was thinking by fucking another guy's woman. His tense, shivering body suddenly stops. He looks up at me with a rather surprised look.::
::"She never said she had someone. If she had, I never would've done this."::
::I let the poor guy down, and he sprinted out of the house like a bat out of hell. With a new hatred in my heart, I stormed back to the room where I knew she would be. Instead, I found an empty room with the broken window lifted, and something shiny laying by the window. I moved closer, and saw it was the engagement ring I'd given her only a month previous.::
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"...despite all of their games I look forward to a great match at Mass Destruction and we will finally get to answer the question of who the better team really is...."
::Lantlas suddenly springs to his feet, breaking out of a haunting flashback/nightmare. His face is white, and sweat drips everywhere. He stands up, concealed within the walls of his hidden office, and pulls out a drawer in his desk. He reaches in and grabs ahold of a picture. Staring at it a long time, he finally puts it back in the drawer and shuts it, his face contorting his emotion.::
Lantlas- She never gave the ring back.
::Lantlas kicks the desk, then grabs his shin.::
Lantlas- That was stupid. Leg against metal, the metal always wins.
::As Lantlas hobbles towards the door, obviously needing to escape from everything once more, his door suddenly flies open in front of him. Someone spears him to the ground and begins slapping the shit out of his face.::
Lantlas- Devon?
::The girl smacks him across the face one more time, and drags her nails across his cheek, causing four red streaks of blood to rise from his face. Lantlas finally pushes the vicious girl off him.::
Lantlas- What the hell is the matter with you?
Devon- I know what you've been thinking about, don't even try to hide it. Before you fall into that wallowing state of misery again, I thought I'd beat the shit out of you to remind you just who the fuck you are.
Lantlas- What are you talking about?
Devon- I know it's been one year to this day since that two-timing whore broke you down. I also know how you get when this kind of shit happens. You turn into yourself, you don't talk, and you conceal yourself from the outside world. We all expected that in a place where we all knew you, but this is different. You're in a place where you've been here all of two weeks. You start down that trail here, and they'll eat you alive.
Lantlas- What do you suggest I do instead, huh?
Devon- Take that energy, all that heartbreak and pain lodged deep within your soul, and unleash it. Don't focus on how you're feeling, just let out on whatever fool is dumb enough to get in your way.
::Lantlas gets to his feet, and without a word, returns to the corner of his office and closes the curtain.::
::I may never find all the answers, I may never understand why. I may never prove what I know to be true, but I know that I still have to try.::
::The scene changes to a few hours later, and Lantlas has returned to his comfort zone, deep within the trees and away from civilization. He sits with his back against a tree, looking out over the town.::
Lantlas- Safe in the light that surrounds me, free of the fear and the pain. My questioning mind has helped me to find the meaning in my life again. Terry was real, I finally feel a peace with the girl in my dreams. And now that I'm here, it's perfectly clear I found out what all this means.
Lantlas- Those who I've let close always come around and stab me right in the heart at the most crucial of times. It's imperative to not allow this to happen again. None of you will be able to stop me from the destruction among you I'm going to pursue. Tony Brass, my most worthy of all enemies this week, it disgraces me to see what you're doing. You have a woman who loves you, yet because you're frustrated with other things, you end up violently pushing her away. It makes me even madder to know that you're the guys they always seem to go back to, or run to when you're just not good enough for them. Well I've had it! Brass, you get encouragement from all those loser friends wasting their lives failing at attempting to be cool. I know you're there simply to feel better about yourself, but hey, we can all set the standards low if we need to. It appears that you do it in your everyday life. I mean come on, your partner is Byrdman. A guy who gets his kicks out of dropping chocolate on people. Don't feign ignorance with me, Brass. I know you were in on it too, and I have to say, that's the best you could come up with? It's gonna take more than chocolate and feathers to keep me from destroying all of you.
::Lantlas stands up, the moonlight shining off the four scars on his face.::
Lantlas- There are those who don't believe in me. Hell, what am I saying, most of these people here have no expectations out of me, despite the impact I've already made. I watch the betting lines, and I see the odds are heavily in favor of Chrissy and Maddog retaining. What does that show me, besides people will be losing a lot of money? That most people haven't been paying attention. They see the gold around the waist of those two nimrods and think "well, they have the gold. They must be the best." They see a team like Sinn and myself, and don't even understand what the German word for invincible means. Then they look at the duration of time that we've spent here, and think "these two can't possibly win the tag titles in their third match here!" Why bother paying attention to the fact that the blue-haired freak has single-handedly decimated every single one of the competitors in this match. I suppose that would require paying attention, and I've noticed this place has plenty of poster children for ADD. Much like I did when all of you bet against me in my debut match, I will return the favor by proving you wrong yet again, and at my feet will lay Brass Section, Byrdman, Snakebite, Sharkboy, Kotex, and Redbull.
::Lantlas pulls out his katana, and stares at the blade between his eyes.::
Lantlas- To think a blade like this almost killed a man at my hand. Those who've been the constant cause of my struggle through this life, sometimes I wish I could introduce each one of them to my friend here. Out of all the competition here, it seems like Tony Brass is the only one who even gives a damn. The rest of them, I wouldn't even waste my blade with their pathetic existence. His excuse for the loss, however, is of course Majesky tagging himself in and inevitably getting his ass kicked. Relax Brass, that would've happened to you eventually anyway. Just because you're a bit harder to break down than Sharkboy doesn't mean it wasn't bound to happen anyway. I'm much tougher to deal with when you don't have a scapegoat to blame your loss on.
Lantlas- In the meantime, stop talking like you're some gangsta. Just because you and your friend Sean took English classes out of "50 Cent's Explainin' Da English Language, Yo" doesn't mean you have to make us all want to stab ourselves in the eardrums for ever hearing such a blasphemization of words. You want someone to "holla" at you? I'd rather just take you on a trip down the Elven Path and show you just how much "holla-in" I really do. Then again, the screams would be coming from you. Once you've been through the Elvish Tale, you'd be a changed person. Never would you say such ridiculous things, further masking the talent that you actually have, unlike the rest of the competition in this match. The way you speak to me reflects on how you think of me, and if you're speaking to me like some half-witted gangsta fucktard, I'd just as soon slice out your tongue and feed it to Sharkboy.
Lantlas- Don't think I didn't hear those ridiculously testosterone-induced things you said about your girl, either. Always stressing on you about nothing? Maybe she's trying to tell you something, genius. Women don't just freak out over nothing. Maybe you should be paying more attention to her than some pre-recorded game you can watch any fucking time you want. And then, ooh, the ego. She would be selling herself on the street if it weren't for you. Why are you men so fucking stupid? If it weren't for you, she'd probably be with someone who treats her a helluva lot better than you do and actually pays attention to her instead of giving her excuses about supporting her to why he doesn't. So because she cares about you and actually wants you in her life, you shove her down. What a man you are. I should take this blade and go Lorena Bobbit on you just for being such an asshole.
::Lantlas hits a down-swoop with the sword just to emphasize the point.::
Lantlas- I'll show your girl what kind of man you really are when I treat you just like you treat her. I had enough on my mind without remembering what idiots most men are, and now I'm afraid I must beat you to a bloody pulp for this fault. These tag team championships mean nothing, but one more stop on the Elven Path for all of you means everything right now. Anything to get these nightmares out of my head, or at least be distracted long enough to forget I'm having them. A ride on the Elvish Tale, all six of you, is your fate, and sadly me beating the bejeezus out of you is merely me trying to distract myself from the inner-workings of my mind. Imagine what I could do if I really hated you.
::The scene ends.::