Post by Natasha Walker on Feb 24, 2018 1:14:53 GMT
Maxine, wake up It’s been so long.
Wake up.
WAKE UP!
Max jerked awake in the confines of the Pack holdings Dean asleep next to her curled up but she couldn’t mistake the man on the corner, dressed in a white suit with red shirt and black tie, hair swept hack and a Devilish smile on his face.
“Hello Maxine, you’re looking well.”
Max blinked and tilted her head before Armitage Whatley her former tutor and apparently very much alive waved his hand.
“I know, I’m dead, but thankfully your head and a small incantation cast before you broke me as you did keeps me bound to you. But I have to say you exceed my expectations, serving such power do you plan to betray them as well? Or have you finally found a line you won’t stoop to?“
Max growled and stood u of bed to pour herself a drink and spoke to him with a snappy tone.
“Fuck off Whatley, these people are my family.”
Armitage chuckled.
“The latter then, good, I’m glad You are doing well.”
Max blinked
“What?”
Armitage seemed to appear in front of her in between blinks though he never touched her speaking with that cool sardonic smile.
“You played your part in my ascension spectacularly Maxine; You gave into your anger, your hate and you broke me. Just like I hoped you would and now here you are a beast of Pestilence among a Pack of Wolves…My shadow in the warp.”
Max frowned and moved he hand catching him by the throat and given the look of surprise on his face he wasn’t expecting that as she lifted him up and glowered at him with defiant words.
“I am not your soldier any more, not your slave, I am free you don’t have anything over me anymore Whately.”
He gasped and choked even as he clawed at her hand trying to kick at her but legs going through her body even as he held him aloft before dropping him.
“You serve me not the other way around, are we understood?”
Whatley nodded cowering into the comer even as the shadows seemed to grab at him and pull him into nothing as his mouth let loose silent screams and Max turned her back on him to find Dean staring at her head cocked to one side.
Max blinked and asked gently.
“Did you…see that?”
Dean nodded mutely before he asked gently.
“Who was he?”
Max shook her head.
“He taught me to wrestle, to fight he taught me to be strong.”
Dean nodded again and offered his hand to her.
“And you broke his back, I know that story; You handled that well Maxine.”
Max tilted her head and bit her lip.
“You were going to help. Weren’t you?”
Dean managed a chuckle.
“You seemed to have it handled.”
He leant forwards and stole a quick kiss.
“And you are hot when you’re angry.”
That garnered a chuckle form Max and she sat on the bed and chuckled to sit down.
“Thanks Dean, you know just the right things to say”
We fade in a fire, Max walking behind it as the camera pas up to watch ash being spat into the sky as Max clenches a fist and smirks.
“It would seem fate is not without a sense of humour putting myself and Astrid in the same match up, we might never actually meet depending on how the cards fall, Either way a new hunt begins and my task is to Vanguard my Pack mate, My Cub and my pride Brooklyn against all comers.”
She smirks.
“Remember when said I was the gate keeper? Now that is a very literal term, Whoever wins will have a chance to face Brooklyn and I have made it my life’s mission to ensure that only the worthy will even get close anything else will be laid as a trophy at her feet.”
She chuckles.
“Already some of you are shouting at how unfair this is how I shouldn’t be here, how I am not worthy myself and that my interests do not concern the Diamonds championship. I will merely answer with the simple fact that despite losing the Sheildmaiden championship I have still laid waste to all who stood before me and they have felt the cold, wasting touch of the Arms of the abyss.”
A sort of derision as she look into the fire.
“It doesn’t matter who you are, where you are from, what promise you show, what hopes you have or your legendary backing you being, in my eyes you are simply meat to a grinder waiting to be fed into hungry jaws lambs lead to the slaughter at the behest of paying fan s abying for your blood as I make Sacrifice after Sacrifice and the blood flows and the Wolves Howl.”
She chuckles darkly and rolls her neck with a sickening crack hands on her chin and the top of her head. The popping of air and the sinews echoing against the cool night as she once again couches a bit to stare opposite the fire straight into the camera.
“Do you hear me sheep? I know who you are I simply don’t care for me this is defence more than it is attack, I get to hurt you as –long- as I’m allowed and then they serve up another corpse until we are counties Bodies like sheep in a lullaby that only my lady herself could dream.”
Max chuckles and rubs her hands together even as she sifts ash form between her hand and onto the floor.
“So whilst Victory is a nice, pleasant and hopeful dream, that’s all it is little sheep, all it is a dream of what may be…Like everything else it wall all fall apart and all that will remain will be the nightmare the haunts your every waking moment.”
Max chuckles.
“You see hope is the greatest torture all it does is prolong your suffering, so rest your laurels and do me a favour.”
A small chuckle
“Go back to sleep, rest and let the dark continue on its path, let it sooth you guide and ferry you on it’s way. Let us be greater than good and darker than evil let us hunt little sheep That’s all ask.”
She nods and stand finally dusting her hands off.
“Or I will do my worst to all of you, and the nightmares will continue until morale improves.”
She smirks.
“See you in Mexico ladies. I will be waiting”
Fade out.
Wake up.
WAKE UP!
Max jerked awake in the confines of the Pack holdings Dean asleep next to her curled up but she couldn’t mistake the man on the corner, dressed in a white suit with red shirt and black tie, hair swept hack and a Devilish smile on his face.
“Hello Maxine, you’re looking well.”
Max blinked and tilted her head before Armitage Whatley her former tutor and apparently very much alive waved his hand.
“I know, I’m dead, but thankfully your head and a small incantation cast before you broke me as you did keeps me bound to you. But I have to say you exceed my expectations, serving such power do you plan to betray them as well? Or have you finally found a line you won’t stoop to?“
Max growled and stood u of bed to pour herself a drink and spoke to him with a snappy tone.
“Fuck off Whatley, these people are my family.”
Armitage chuckled.
“The latter then, good, I’m glad You are doing well.”
Max blinked
“What?”
Armitage seemed to appear in front of her in between blinks though he never touched her speaking with that cool sardonic smile.
“You played your part in my ascension spectacularly Maxine; You gave into your anger, your hate and you broke me. Just like I hoped you would and now here you are a beast of Pestilence among a Pack of Wolves…My shadow in the warp.”
Max frowned and moved he hand catching him by the throat and given the look of surprise on his face he wasn’t expecting that as she lifted him up and glowered at him with defiant words.
“I am not your soldier any more, not your slave, I am free you don’t have anything over me anymore Whately.”
He gasped and choked even as he clawed at her hand trying to kick at her but legs going through her body even as he held him aloft before dropping him.
“You serve me not the other way around, are we understood?”
Whatley nodded cowering into the comer even as the shadows seemed to grab at him and pull him into nothing as his mouth let loose silent screams and Max turned her back on him to find Dean staring at her head cocked to one side.
Max blinked and asked gently.
“Did you…see that?”
Dean nodded mutely before he asked gently.
“Who was he?”
Max shook her head.
“He taught me to wrestle, to fight he taught me to be strong.”
Dean nodded again and offered his hand to her.
“And you broke his back, I know that story; You handled that well Maxine.”
Max tilted her head and bit her lip.
“You were going to help. Weren’t you?”
Dean managed a chuckle.
“You seemed to have it handled.”
He leant forwards and stole a quick kiss.
“And you are hot when you’re angry.”
That garnered a chuckle form Max and she sat on the bed and chuckled to sit down.
“Thanks Dean, you know just the right things to say”
We fade in a fire, Max walking behind it as the camera pas up to watch ash being spat into the sky as Max clenches a fist and smirks.
“It would seem fate is not without a sense of humour putting myself and Astrid in the same match up, we might never actually meet depending on how the cards fall, Either way a new hunt begins and my task is to Vanguard my Pack mate, My Cub and my pride Brooklyn against all comers.”
She smirks.
“Remember when said I was the gate keeper? Now that is a very literal term, Whoever wins will have a chance to face Brooklyn and I have made it my life’s mission to ensure that only the worthy will even get close anything else will be laid as a trophy at her feet.”
She chuckles.
“Already some of you are shouting at how unfair this is how I shouldn’t be here, how I am not worthy myself and that my interests do not concern the Diamonds championship. I will merely answer with the simple fact that despite losing the Sheildmaiden championship I have still laid waste to all who stood before me and they have felt the cold, wasting touch of the Arms of the abyss.”
A sort of derision as she look into the fire.
“It doesn’t matter who you are, where you are from, what promise you show, what hopes you have or your legendary backing you being, in my eyes you are simply meat to a grinder waiting to be fed into hungry jaws lambs lead to the slaughter at the behest of paying fan s abying for your blood as I make Sacrifice after Sacrifice and the blood flows and the Wolves Howl.”
She chuckles darkly and rolls her neck with a sickening crack hands on her chin and the top of her head. The popping of air and the sinews echoing against the cool night as she once again couches a bit to stare opposite the fire straight into the camera.
“Do you hear me sheep? I know who you are I simply don’t care for me this is defence more than it is attack, I get to hurt you as –long- as I’m allowed and then they serve up another corpse until we are counties Bodies like sheep in a lullaby that only my lady herself could dream.”
Max chuckles and rubs her hands together even as she sifts ash form between her hand and onto the floor.
“So whilst Victory is a nice, pleasant and hopeful dream, that’s all it is little sheep, all it is a dream of what may be…Like everything else it wall all fall apart and all that will remain will be the nightmare the haunts your every waking moment.”
Max chuckles.
“You see hope is the greatest torture all it does is prolong your suffering, so rest your laurels and do me a favour.”
A small chuckle
“Go back to sleep, rest and let the dark continue on its path, let it sooth you guide and ferry you on it’s way. Let us be greater than good and darker than evil let us hunt little sheep That’s all ask.”
She nods and stand finally dusting her hands off.
“Or I will do my worst to all of you, and the nightmares will continue until morale improves.”
She smirks.
“See you in Mexico ladies. I will be waiting”
Fade out.
Well howdy there pardner.