Post by Nathan Saniti on Oct 16, 2015 18:38:56 GMT -5
(I apologize for the brevity of this. I simply have not had both time and energy to write at the same time.)
Nathan sat on the bench in his locker room, slowly rocking back and forth, not from anxiety, but from carefully reined frustration. It was all he do to contain the anger trying to explode out of him from the endless caldera of lava-hot hate billowing just below the surface. The demon swimming just below the surface of his skin yearned to be freed.
The audience had gotten a taste of the demon as Nathan let slack the tether that restrained it at Deadly Intentions against Billy "Sadistic" Dillinger. They didn't like it one bit. Nathan had left the land of Give-a-damn behind long ago in his quest to quiet the Phenom's reign of terror. Still... It had failed to make its mark. It churned inside him, agitated from failure. Nathan's skin bowed in places, outlines of the thing within skimming his membrane like a child growing impatient to be born.
Now, all he had was this glorified consolation prize of facing the "disputed" North American and International Champ with Presidential aspiration, "Showtime" Michael Wryght. "Insipid twit of a glory hound," grumbled Nathan aloud, no shortage of venom in his voice. "I can't decide if I want to put forth the effort to defeat him cleanly and expose him for the charlatan that he is, or stick pins in him clean to the hilt like a voodoo doll and dance to the rhythm of his cries as I watch him twitch in agony. Perhaps I should do both and crucify him outside the dressing room of the Brothers' Dillinger for added fun."
The thing inside him ordered him to stand bolt upright. There was a visitor coming, and she would be here soon. He donned his violently colored trousers, but had not yet time enough to put on his shirt before the quick rap preceded the door bursting agape. His back turned to the door, he put on his best face, smiling widely. She wasn't fooled.
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Kelli had met with her distant uncle, the man known as Grigori Rasputin, the very man who had at one time tried to sabotage her relationship with Nathan. He had with him Nathan's sister, Naomi in tow, a woman she had never met, yet she somehow felt completely at ease with instantly. She attributed the lack of surprise for her relative's visit and the unfazing presence of a perfect stranger to her drug-induced stupor.
The woman had laid her hands on Kelli, snapping her briskly back into clear-headedness, and yet the feeling wasn't one of disappointment. She still wasn't sure if it was all real or imagined, but just the memory of the event sent that same shiver throughout her body that she felt with Naomi's sobering touch. It gave her a rush that no drug ever could, but the thought of Nathan's state of being lulled her back to reality. She had been instructed to observe Nathan for a bit to decide for herself. She had done just that at Deadly Intentions. She knew the mystical couple were right. Nathan's seemingly involuntary motion for her during his match had proven that regardless of whatever was in control of his body, Nathan still lay somewhere there underneath, struggling with something else.
She walked briskly down the corridor of the Pure Class Arena, her determined destination in mind. She had to see in person. Up close. Rasputin had warned against her going near Nathan without someone with her because he could be unpredictable. Yet, she steeled her resolve. She would be the one who rescued him this time. And all it would take was a lover's kiss.
This would be easy.
She hoped.
Then again, nothing ever was, when it came to Nathan and their relationship.
The Infiniti Council - Prelude to Infiniti
Nathan sat on the bench in his locker room, slowly rocking back and forth, not from anxiety, but from carefully reined frustration. It was all he do to contain the anger trying to explode out of him from the endless caldera of lava-hot hate billowing just below the surface. The demon swimming just below the surface of his skin yearned to be freed.
The audience had gotten a taste of the demon as Nathan let slack the tether that restrained it at Deadly Intentions against Billy "Sadistic" Dillinger. They didn't like it one bit. Nathan had left the land of Give-a-damn behind long ago in his quest to quiet the Phenom's reign of terror. Still... It had failed to make its mark. It churned inside him, agitated from failure. Nathan's skin bowed in places, outlines of the thing within skimming his membrane like a child growing impatient to be born.
Now, all he had was this glorified consolation prize of facing the "disputed" North American and International Champ with Presidential aspiration, "Showtime" Michael Wryght. "Insipid twit of a glory hound," grumbled Nathan aloud, no shortage of venom in his voice. "I can't decide if I want to put forth the effort to defeat him cleanly and expose him for the charlatan that he is, or stick pins in him clean to the hilt like a voodoo doll and dance to the rhythm of his cries as I watch him twitch in agony. Perhaps I should do both and crucify him outside the dressing room of the Brothers' Dillinger for added fun."
The thing inside him ordered him to stand bolt upright. There was a visitor coming, and she would be here soon. He donned his violently colored trousers, but had not yet time enough to put on his shirt before the quick rap preceded the door bursting agape. His back turned to the door, he put on his best face, smiling widely. She wasn't fooled.
********
Kelli had met with her distant uncle, the man known as Grigori Rasputin, the very man who had at one time tried to sabotage her relationship with Nathan. He had with him Nathan's sister, Naomi in tow, a woman she had never met, yet she somehow felt completely at ease with instantly. She attributed the lack of surprise for her relative's visit and the unfazing presence of a perfect stranger to her drug-induced stupor.
The woman had laid her hands on Kelli, snapping her briskly back into clear-headedness, and yet the feeling wasn't one of disappointment. She still wasn't sure if it was all real or imagined, but just the memory of the event sent that same shiver throughout her body that she felt with Naomi's sobering touch. It gave her a rush that no drug ever could, but the thought of Nathan's state of being lulled her back to reality. She had been instructed to observe Nathan for a bit to decide for herself. She had done just that at Deadly Intentions. She knew the mystical couple were right. Nathan's seemingly involuntary motion for her during his match had proven that regardless of whatever was in control of his body, Nathan still lay somewhere there underneath, struggling with something else.
She walked briskly down the corridor of the Pure Class Arena, her determined destination in mind. She had to see in person. Up close. Rasputin had warned against her going near Nathan without someone with her because he could be unpredictable. Yet, she steeled her resolve. She would be the one who rescued him this time. And all it would take was a lover's kiss.
This would be easy.
She hoped.
Then again, nothing ever was, when it came to Nathan and their relationship.
