Post by Murdoc on Dec 30, 2013 22:44:04 GMT -5
A man on the edge, with no options left to him ...
... will do ANYTHING to keep control.
Murdoc’s raspy voice sounding out, the first time anyone has heard him speak for several months. The strength and conviction is still there, as potent and as virulent as ever. Mask still covering his features, he sits on the top turnbuckle in an empty PCW arena. There hasn’t been a single person here since the end of Trauma 146, that memorable moment where Skylar Marshall rid himself of all his problems and FIRED the entire PCW roster.
Well ... MOST of his problems.
The lights are out, not even the ring lights are on ... but it’s the unmistakable voice of one Murdoc that narrates from the void.
Skylar Marshall, you have made the biggest mistake of your pathetic business career. Do you -really- think that removing every single member of the roster is going to get things under control? Let’s face it: you have eliminated EVERY SINGLE OBSTACLE that you could have placed between yourself ... and ME. EVERY CHANCE YOU HAD of stopping me, Skylar ... and you took them out FOR me. I suppose I should thank you. Skylar, I know you’re not afraid of the dark. I know you’re not. But you should be. Better yet, you should be afraid of what is IN the dark.
You’re not afraid of letting go. You showed that this past week. But you SHOULD be afraid. You should be afraid that it was already GONE, out of your hands. You’re not afraid of starting over, of starting again. We ALL saw that. But you should be. You should be afraid of getting burned again. Over and over and OVER again.
Skylar, you should be afraid. You should be nervous. Because Skylar, the asylum that I have created ... the madness that WE have brought to you ... now houses only THREE inmates. Myself. Eira. AND YOU. And we don’t much like you. In fact, we have a great deal of pent-up frustration to purge from our systems. But you’ve already considered this. All week, you’ve had nothing but time. Time to think on what comes next. And you KNOW what comes next. You think setting myself and Eira against each other is going to save you, Skylar Marshall?!
The sound of footsteps in the ring, from somewhere inside the pregnant belly of darkness, betrays Murdoc’s pacing gait. The anger is rising within, though the image is somewhat lacking.
YOU’VE DONE THIS BEFORE, SKYLAR. And that precisely is what got you into this whole mess. You’re revisiting past mistakes, you delude yourself into believing you are powerful enough to do the same thing with a different outcome. Maybe you belong here with us. Inside this Pure Class Asylum. You must be absolutely INSANE to think that you can do this AGAIN and have something different happen. You’re delusional, Skylar. But don’t worry, because you’re in very good company.
I’m insane
Eira is insane.
And when it’s all said and done?
You’ll have your own room to spend the rest of your days, screaming about Law and Order when it’s already gone. Maybe you’ll get lucky enough to bunk next to me, where I can whisper the most horrible things into your ear as you descend farther and farther into the maelstrom that awaits you. And the best thing you can do is let go, Skylar. Just let go. Don’t be afraid anymore, because it’s going to happen whether you do or don’t. It will just be easier for YOU to let go.
... let go ...
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... let go.
How do you let go of a part of your life that has shaped, defined ... and molded you into the person you are?
It’s all too easy to spout rhetoric and expect people to listen. But it’s another animal ENTIRELY to listen to your own advice. For we as men and women are always the hardest to convince. There has to be a reason that this path was taken. There has to be a reason for it all to have started somewhere. How now will you turn everything around and ... just let it go?
The building stands before him in the distance, nestled among the early morning fog. Rising from the ground like a gravestone from the earth. A monument to those lost souls, lost in their own minds.
Is that my fate?
To be forgotten amongst the babbling and the raving, the eerie silence and the roving eyes on the other side of the glass?
My fate ...
My fate is already sealed.
I am already there. In a madness that I have created for my end of days. They will find out. They will know how my life has ended and I will be called Mad. I will be called insane. I will be called delusional. And no one will try to understand. No one will take the time to really consider where I have gone. Where I have come from and where I have gone. The only person that will truly attempt to understand ...
.... is the one I do this for. She is the one that I turn towards, in order to shield her from the insanity that I have begun. I fear that all of it will be in vain, and will only end in my timely death.
I cannot let go. I must finish what I have started. I am but a man, a man who chose his own fate those many years ago. For whatever reason that may have been, I simply cannot allow myself to leave this last thread unfinished. I will see it through to the end. And I will fail. I will die. But I will die a MAN. I will not be taken in the middle of the night like a simpering coward. This is the greatest honor that I can give myself with the time I have left. I can die as I lived.
... I can die as a man.
And when the time comes, I won’t just let go.
I will fight. Like a man.
Skylar and I are in the same boat, destined for the same place.
He’s just lucky enough to be getting there so soon.
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