Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2018 19:01:20 GMT
"Ah, fuck!"
The form that hit the deck wore bruneet hair and olive green wrestling gear, having anrrowly missed a boot to Pan's face she had found herself eating Beat drop before she could recover as Pan got up with a gigglee and Amber Cooke, her unfortunate victim and currently somewhat student rolled out the ring whilst holding her face and Pan ran over to the rope as Amber kept walking.
"Amber!"
The woman looked back with a glare that said it all as Pan smiled softly and said gently.
"Don't be so agressive, know the right time to strike remember it's a dance as much as it's a battle sweetie, you got the tools I'll give you that."
Amber managed a smirk and flipped off Pan even as she wandered off, Pandora sighing to stroke the top rope and felt herself tremblingm excitment anger frustration it was back like a fresh new drug.
Tears she'd amangedto hold back welledup asshe fell backwards into her familiar home, arms spreading as she didn;t even feel the impact of the canvas.
She was was back in the silence, legs crossed in a field eyes closed and whispering gently.
"I know you can hear me, Abbadon. Follow the light and you will find your way home."
The darkness started to rise and Pan kept her eyes close even as she spoke gently more.
"You don't scare me."
Time seemed to skip and scratch like a record Pandora fell in on Pandroa ever cycling as the voices screamed and a wound in her reality opened In one vision her SPike an Astrid were stood togtehr hugging as a kitten tugged on her ankle.
In another She stood in fornt of stone looking at the name as she felt her jaw tighten.
Micheal Patrick "Spike" Kane.
1979 -20XX
The numbers chop and change counting randomly 17, 16 , 05, 22 , 59 , 18 , 13 - In sme splaces he is already dead, in otehrs he is yet to die.
Time skips again.
She kisses Fiona.
She kisses Helena.
She kisses Astrid.
She kisses Spike.
She kisses Rowan.
She rescues Warren.
She kills Warren.
She kisses Warren.
She has a child.
She is never born.
She is bathed in the fire of the Abyss.
She is shoving Rowan's head into the flames as she laughs.
And then it stops and there is blackness.
"All will be well, wake up Pandora"
Pandora opens her eyes and takes a breath looking up at the ceiling no time having passed at all she rocks her weight back onto her shoulders and flings her self back up to her feet.
"Follow the light, and you will find your way home."
She takes a deep betah and looks about looking at the lights and the ceiling about her.
"I am home. I am the light."
Pan rolled under he ropes to go find Spike and Astrid, there was no worrying about the past or future.
There was only the now.
No more hiding.
The form that hit the deck wore bruneet hair and olive green wrestling gear, having anrrowly missed a boot to Pan's face she had found herself eating Beat drop before she could recover as Pan got up with a gigglee and Amber Cooke, her unfortunate victim and currently somewhat student rolled out the ring whilst holding her face and Pan ran over to the rope as Amber kept walking.
"Amber!"
The woman looked back with a glare that said it all as Pan smiled softly and said gently.
"Don't be so agressive, know the right time to strike remember it's a dance as much as it's a battle sweetie, you got the tools I'll give you that."
Amber managed a smirk and flipped off Pan even as she wandered off, Pandora sighing to stroke the top rope and felt herself tremblingm excitment anger frustration it was back like a fresh new drug.
Tears she'd amangedto hold back welledup asshe fell backwards into her familiar home, arms spreading as she didn;t even feel the impact of the canvas.
She was was back in the silence, legs crossed in a field eyes closed and whispering gently.
"I know you can hear me, Abbadon. Follow the light and you will find your way home."
The darkness started to rise and Pan kept her eyes close even as she spoke gently more.
"You don't scare me."
Time seemed to skip and scratch like a record Pandora fell in on Pandroa ever cycling as the voices screamed and a wound in her reality opened In one vision her SPike an Astrid were stood togtehr hugging as a kitten tugged on her ankle.
In another She stood in fornt of stone looking at the name as she felt her jaw tighten.
Micheal Patrick "Spike" Kane.
1979 -20XX
The numbers chop and change counting randomly 17, 16 , 05, 22 , 59 , 18 , 13 - In sme splaces he is already dead, in otehrs he is yet to die.
Time skips again.
She kisses Fiona.
She kisses Helena.
She kisses Astrid.
She kisses Spike.
She kisses Rowan.
She rescues Warren.
She kills Warren.
She kisses Warren.
She has a child.
She is never born.
She is bathed in the fire of the Abyss.
She is shoving Rowan's head into the flames as she laughs.
And then it stops and there is blackness.
"All will be well, wake up Pandora"
Pandora opens her eyes and takes a breath looking up at the ceiling no time having passed at all she rocks her weight back onto her shoulders and flings her self back up to her feet.
"Follow the light, and you will find your way home."
She takes a deep betah and looks about looking at the lights and the ceiling about her.
"I am home. I am the light."
Pan rolled under he ropes to go find Spike and Astrid, there was no worrying about the past or future.
There was only the now.
No more hiding.
Well howdy there pardner.