Post by Eternity on Sept 22, 2013 14:42:51 GMT
The defiant and determined words of Kathleen Conway still resounded in your ears. You hoped against hope that she was right. That this was all coming to an end. It had gone on far too long already. Tiffany didn't ask for any of this and she certainly didn't deserve any of this either. There was no rhyme or reason to Eternity's actions. They were just cruel and vindictive and you had a hard time understanding why she did the things she did.
Part of you was glad you didn't know. You didn't want to know. You didn't want to get inside that head because you feared that once you did, you'd never get out. She'd never let you escape. Still you hoped and prayed Tiffany would make it out of her Hell soon. As you watched the heart-warming scene of a mother and her young daughter embrace, bound by a simple promise, it warmed your heart and brought a smile to your lips. You rooted for Kathy now more than ever, you didn't want to see that little girl let down by a broken promise from her mother. She deserved to keep her innocence a little longer, you had lost yours too soon.
It had jaded you.
It had kept you alone.
It was why you were where you are now.
Zoned out in front of the television on a Saturday night.
A half eaten pizza in your lap, just counting the hours down to the next Pay Per View of your favourite wrestling organization.
Purple smoke blurred the edges of the screen, and the picture and sound started to distort as you watched, a cold horror gripping your soul as a spine-tingling laughter chilled your blood. You sat forward, alerted by your fear, feeling as helpless as your sense of dread was irrational.
Domino: Pwomiss?
AWWW....HOW PWECIOUS!
HahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The scene of Kathy and Domino's embrace were consumed by the flames of Tiffany's Hell, which is where you found yourself again as the flames and smoke dissipated. A small dark room with a single purple light. A room you had become very familiar with over the past few months, more familiar than you ever really wanted to, but you still didn't know where it was. You only wished you did.
Hi honey.
I'm so glad you're home.
I've missed you.
Where have you been?
Chloe and I were just about to have a makeover.
You can watch if you want.
I thought you'd like it.
You see Tiffany tied to a black leather office swivel chair, a situation only slightly better than seeing her chained to the wall by her neck as you had seen her a few times over the last free months. With me, you had learned to take whatever precious little mercy I offered.
You saw me stood behind Tiffany, playing with her hair as if it were all some demented hair appointment at her stylist's.
You know Kathy, my favourite Chinese philosopher had an ancient proverb I think you'll enjoy. He said "Before seeking revenge, you must first be prepared to dig two graves." Turns out Sir Roger Moore was not only one hell of a Bond, but also a very wise man. Never knew he was Chinese though...
You see me shrug.
Oh well, guess it really is true what they say. You really do learn something new everyday. Isn't that right Jessie? Lately you learned that Izzy has one hell of a swing and isn't afraid to use your head in lieu of a real baseball. Does it make you mad or are you still going to be that cute, slightly ditzy blonde geek all the boys have a crush on? Whether you realise it or not, sweetie, I couldn't have asked for a better partner than the feisty Italian Chica, not because I think she can help me outwrestle you, no. I don't need her help for that. Izzy may not be my true blue friend, that's fine, I don't need her to be.
What I need her for is her SEXual ability this Sunday. Apparently it really is legendary...at least according to Bertie.
You see me put a finger to my lips.
Sssssh about that though, apparently, we're not supposed to tell Hannah about that. It might hurt her poor little feelings and we don't want that do we? I mean I've already got somebody's sister mad at me, I don't want another because then it'd just get boring. And if there's one thing I hate, if there's one thing I can't stand, it's being bored. When I'm bored, people get hurt. So please don't bore me Jessie, don't bore me. Kathy bored me once. Now look at her. Luckily being boring doesn't run in her family though, because her little sister has been so much fun...
Haven't you?
Tiffany says nothing. You see me shrug.
Don't mind her, she gets a little shy sometimes. See Jessica, its so easy to get caught up in the infantile giggles produced by an acronym like SEX, I could tell you how much fun its going to be, or how much the first time is going to hurt, or how you won't enjoy it as much as I will when I tear you open like a virginal hymen and get immense pleasure out of watching you bleed, but quite frankly that'd be boring too. So instead I'm going to tell you why I like this match so much. I like it because I like the letter X. It's my favourite letter of the alphabet and my favourite episode of Sesame street was brought to me by the letter X. My favourite file is an X-File, because David Duchovny is so hot, and my favourite boyfriends, well they're all X-Men too, not because they have cool mutant powers or anything, but because they were so boring they didn't think foreplay should ever involve their genitals and my bread knife. I used to see a lot of exes all over my schoolwork too. Big red exes. The teachers were never very pleased, but to me they were like streaks of blood, and they upset me too because they reminded me so much of the last time I saw my daddy. 'X' has such a beautiful connotation to it, don't you think?
It represents the true nature of everything in this world, of every finality you will ever face. It rings of something that once was and is no more, and soon Jess, you will have an even greater appreciation of the letter as I hammer home why it represents so much more than a simple butchering of the word 'extreme'. In this match, it means anything goes, and unfortunately for you Jess, that means Izzy and I get to practice our baseball swings again, just don't fall asleep on us again. That's no fun. After we've had our fun, then you can take all the time you want to take a nap. In fact the zebra will tell you when its time for you to go night-night, by throwing up an 'X' and calling for the nice doctors and nurses to come down and tuck you in and carry you away to the land of nod personally.
A treatment befitting a Princess even after she is forced to abdicate her throne, chauffered away in her own white chariot with the flashing lights...
You see me dash back and forth quickly going from one side of the room to the other pretending to be an ambulance.
NEE NAW NEE-NAW NEE-NAW!
HER VITALS ARE FALLING!
SHE'S LOST A LOT OF BLOOD!
WE'RE LOSING HER DOCTOR!
DON'T YOU DIE ON ME DAMN IT!
You see me return to playing with Tiffany's hair, casually.
I don't want you to die Jess, at least not while you still have MY crown. A crown Kathy stole from me and practically gave to you months ago because we all know that when it comes right down to it, her husband's pee-pee isn't the only thing she's used to choking on. Tell me Jessie, just how much help do you honestly expect from a woman who has never realised her own dreams to be in helping you sustain yours?
THIS IS MY KINGDOM.
I SHOULD BE PRINCESS NOT YOU!
Daddy always said I was born to be Princess and wherever he is right now, watching over me, he will see it this Sunday. If you can be a Princess Jess, then why can't I? I mean you're just like me. We both like to play dress up. We both like to play games. However, when I do, it's creepy and weird, but when you do it, its so cute and ditzy. I don't get it Jessie, why do people like you and me? We're the same. I followed your advice and got myself a friend, just like you said, and now they hate me even more. Thanks alot! Some friend you turned out to be! Kathy hates me, she blames me. It's all your fault, she should be blaming you. It was your advice that put her in this mess, but nobody ever blames you do they Jessie? For anything.
No, you're too cute and innocent.
It's all Eternity's fault.
Blame it all on Eternity.
Why? What is it about you Jess that makes you so damn special in everybody's eyes? Well everybody except the one person who really matters to you anyway. It must be sad to be you. You have legions of fans, you have the crown, you are everybody's perfect little Princess, everybody except daddy's. Isn't that right Jessie. You have it all, you have the world at your feet and still you don't have the one thing you really want, do you?
Daddy's approval.
My daddy loved me, but then I was an only child, I didn't have to share my love or my face with a sister. Hannah got all the love and attention didn't she? You were just the twin, the extra, the spare part? Daddy had no use for you when he already had the perfect daughter who went on to make something of her life, who went on to have a perfect little life with a perfect little boyfriend in the perfect little job. It was Hannah Reed that went on to do the one thing you've never done that you so desperately want to be able to do one day...
Make daddy proud.
Hey is it true that you and Hannah have your own secret twin language? I have my own special language too, only it freaks people out, but then I guess seeing themselves spontaneously catch fire every time we try to have a nice normal conversation in it tends to do that.
Some people just don't have a head for languages, I guess.
All the costumes and video games have gotten you the world's attention and the geeks look at you as a sex symbol, Jess but your daddy, he still hasn't noticed you has he? He still doesn't care, so you find solace in retreating into a land of fantasy just like I do. Neglect brought you here, just as abandonment brought me, the only difference is when my daddy left me, he didn't have a choice in the matter. Yours always has, and yet he chooses to ignore you. What does that say about you Jessie? The geeks might care whether you win or lose on Sunday, but daddy, he won't. He has no time for your childish fantasies where you dress up and hunt zombies, and that really is sad, especially when you consider that even the COO of this company takes time out of his busy day to indulge you. Maybe he has nothing better to do, or more likely he just feels sorry for you. I can't say I blame him...
It is pretty pathetic when you really stop and think about it.
But hey the people love you for it, they call you cute, they call me crazy, still I guess sometimes there really is no accounting for taste is there? So I ask again, what makes us so different Jessie? Is it your beautiful golden hair? Because I can fix that...
You see me grab a handful of Tiffany's beautiful blonde hair and yank it out from her scalp by the root. Tiffany screams.
SHE'S ALIVE! SHE'S ALIVE!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I bet you're so glad to hear that, aren't you Kathy? Go ahead, breath your sigh of relief, it may well be your last.
What is it Jessie?
You see me open my palm to the camera and reveal strands of Tiffany's hair. You see me bring my palm up to my lips and blow the hair away before I spin the chair around and you finally see Tiffany's face, painted up to look like a cat, with black whiskers on the white make up. Like a child would go for when given the opportunity to have their face-painted.
You see me pull out a pair of scissors and bring the edge up to Tiffany's quivering, watery eye as she recoils, seeong the blade. You hear my voice drop to a whisper as you see me lean in real close to Tiffany's ear.
What do you think it is Chloe? What do you think it is that makes Jessie so much more special than me? Is it her eyes? Because we can fix that too, can't we? Yes we can!
You see me thrust the scissors and Tiffany lets out another scream, as the blades stop just short of her beautiful blue pupil.
On second thought, no! I want you to see the two people who have shown more concern for your well being over the last few months than anybody else suffer this weekend. I want you to fully appreciate how deeply it hurts your big sister who is just trying to save you and you can't do that without your depth perception. I want you to see that your sister hasn't escaped my world like she thinks she has. She's only plunged herself deeper into it. She's now just as driven by her obsessions as the doctors used to tell me I was. She wants to hurt me, she wants to take pleasure in my pain and suffering.
I guess we are mirror images after all.
Only nobody calls her crazy for her obsessions. They call her crazy for many other things, but not her obsessions. What is it about your sister that makes people root for her? It can't be her talent in the ring, because she loses more than she ever wins. It must be something else then? Is it her chest? She's too well endowed, right? Not like you and me? It is the problem, isn't it? Don't worry though...
You see me lower the scissors and hold it over Tiffany's breast, her shirt is open part way and you can see her bra.
Because I can fix that too.
What about her smile? It must be her smile right? But you're not smiling Chloe? Why aren't you smiling? Haven't I treated you well enough? I've fed you, I washed you, and you're still so ungrateful. Show me your smile Chloe? Go on, it's such a pretty smile. I'm sure Kathy would love to see it, she probably misses it soooo much...
Tiffany offers a half-hearted, obviously forced smile.
Hey! Wait a minute! You're supposed to be a Cheshire cat, aren't you? You need to do better than that, everybody knows cats from Cheshire are known for there grins, there's even a simile about it! I think for the full effect though, you're going to need something a little more permanent. Something to let the world know that you're still smiling. That you're always smiling. It'll be good for your future interviews, after all I will need you to interview me after I become the brand new Diamond's Champion this Sunday...
Tiffany: Go to hell...
Ooooh how feisty! No wonder Spike Kane liked you. He tends to go for the girlies with a temper. What happened between you too anyway? He seems like my kind of guy, cute, has adamantium claws and can throw fireballs to burn people's faces, what's not to like about that? Can I have his number?
Tiffany: Drop dead...
Oh I'm sensing unresolved issues! My psychiatrist tried to tell me about those. All the time actually. Till I got bored. Then he stopped and started choking. Strange little fellow he was...hmmm...now where was I? Oh yes, we were going to fix your smile weren't we?
You see me raise the pair of scissors to the edge of Tiffany's lips, and then quickly draw a small gash across her cheek. You flinch Tiffany screams and starts sobbing whilst cradling her cheek.
Tiffany: Why don't you just kill me? It is what you want, isn't it? It is the ultimate height of your obsession with death, isn't it? You want to know what it feels like to take a life, don't you? The same way the lives of your parents were taken from you...
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!
Tiffany: Do you honestly think your parents are proud of you? Of what you've become? You disgust them. You disgust me!
LALALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU! MOMMY AND DADDY LOVE ME! MOMMY AND DADDY ARE PROUD OF ME!
You see me drop the scissors and put my fingers in my ears.
Tiffany: No, they're not. They're ashamed of you and I can't say I blame them!
You see me then back up a few steps and lower my head, before quickly raising it and tipping over Tiffany and the chair onto its back. You see me then grab the pair of scissors from the floor and loom over a prone Tiffany. holding the scissors to her throat.
You think you're so smart, don't you? You think you know everything. Like all those doctors who tried to pump me full of drugs and tell me I was crazy for missing mommy and daddy as much as I did. As much as I still do. But you know nothing about me. Just like them. Nobody knows anything about me. They all laugh at me, they mock me, they call me a clown...they just don't understand...
Tiffany: Then help me understand. I want to understand. I'm your friend, we can be friends can't we? Friends need to know each other's names. What's your name?
Eternity.
Tiffany: That's not what I mean. What's your real name?
I...I...don't remember...
Tiffany's face drops as she starts to feel sympathy for her captor.
MuhuhuhuhuHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Tiffany seems shocked and confused by my sudden change in mood.
The look on your face, oh I've seen it on so many faces. Just when they think they're on the verge of a breakthrough, just when they think they are starting to understand me. But they can't. They never will. Nobody ever will. I don't have friends, I don't need friends, all I have is myself, that's all I need. Because at least when I'm on my own, nobody can leave me ever again...now, we have to make the sides match don't we? Yes we do...
You see me reach out and forcibly turn Tiffany's head to the unscarred cheek side and then bring the scissors up to the edge of her lips and draw a quick slash as Tiffany's harrowing scream cuts the air. You see me then hold her by the chin and force her to look in my eyes. A terrified, bleeding kitty cat, just like you feared her big sister would be come Sunday.
You asked me why I don't just kill you? There's no fun in that. There's no fun when the game's over, just ask Jessica, I'm sure she understands. The real fun is in playing the game, and I haven't finished playing with big sister Kay, yet. But the end is coming...for both of you, and for Jessica. For all you have all endured. Everything ends. Everything dies. After all you can't spell endurance without end, can you?
The end is coming.
Of all things.
And it all starts with the end of your family and friends.
It all starts with the end of Jessica Reed and Kathleen Conway.
HehehehehahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The scene ends as it began, covered in purple smoke and with a piercing laughter that left you feeling a little colder inside.
Part of you was glad you didn't know. You didn't want to know. You didn't want to get inside that head because you feared that once you did, you'd never get out. She'd never let you escape. Still you hoped and prayed Tiffany would make it out of her Hell soon. As you watched the heart-warming scene of a mother and her young daughter embrace, bound by a simple promise, it warmed your heart and brought a smile to your lips. You rooted for Kathy now more than ever, you didn't want to see that little girl let down by a broken promise from her mother. She deserved to keep her innocence a little longer, you had lost yours too soon.
It had jaded you.
It had kept you alone.
It was why you were where you are now.
Zoned out in front of the television on a Saturday night.
A half eaten pizza in your lap, just counting the hours down to the next Pay Per View of your favourite wrestling organization.
Purple smoke blurred the edges of the screen, and the picture and sound started to distort as you watched, a cold horror gripping your soul as a spine-tingling laughter chilled your blood. You sat forward, alerted by your fear, feeling as helpless as your sense of dread was irrational.
Domino: Pwomiss?
AWWW....HOW PWECIOUS!
HahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The scene of Kathy and Domino's embrace were consumed by the flames of Tiffany's Hell, which is where you found yourself again as the flames and smoke dissipated. A small dark room with a single purple light. A room you had become very familiar with over the past few months, more familiar than you ever really wanted to, but you still didn't know where it was. You only wished you did.
Hi honey.
I'm so glad you're home.
I've missed you.
Where have you been?
Chloe and I were just about to have a makeover.
You can watch if you want.
I thought you'd like it.
You see Tiffany tied to a black leather office swivel chair, a situation only slightly better than seeing her chained to the wall by her neck as you had seen her a few times over the last free months. With me, you had learned to take whatever precious little mercy I offered.
You saw me stood behind Tiffany, playing with her hair as if it were all some demented hair appointment at her stylist's.
You know Kathy, my favourite Chinese philosopher had an ancient proverb I think you'll enjoy. He said "Before seeking revenge, you must first be prepared to dig two graves." Turns out Sir Roger Moore was not only one hell of a Bond, but also a very wise man. Never knew he was Chinese though...
You see me shrug.
Oh well, guess it really is true what they say. You really do learn something new everyday. Isn't that right Jessie? Lately you learned that Izzy has one hell of a swing and isn't afraid to use your head in lieu of a real baseball. Does it make you mad or are you still going to be that cute, slightly ditzy blonde geek all the boys have a crush on? Whether you realise it or not, sweetie, I couldn't have asked for a better partner than the feisty Italian Chica, not because I think she can help me outwrestle you, no. I don't need her help for that. Izzy may not be my true blue friend, that's fine, I don't need her to be.
What I need her for is her SEXual ability this Sunday. Apparently it really is legendary...at least according to Bertie.
You see me put a finger to my lips.
Sssssh about that though, apparently, we're not supposed to tell Hannah about that. It might hurt her poor little feelings and we don't want that do we? I mean I've already got somebody's sister mad at me, I don't want another because then it'd just get boring. And if there's one thing I hate, if there's one thing I can't stand, it's being bored. When I'm bored, people get hurt. So please don't bore me Jessie, don't bore me. Kathy bored me once. Now look at her. Luckily being boring doesn't run in her family though, because her little sister has been so much fun...
Haven't you?
Tiffany says nothing. You see me shrug.
Don't mind her, she gets a little shy sometimes. See Jessica, its so easy to get caught up in the infantile giggles produced by an acronym like SEX, I could tell you how much fun its going to be, or how much the first time is going to hurt, or how you won't enjoy it as much as I will when I tear you open like a virginal hymen and get immense pleasure out of watching you bleed, but quite frankly that'd be boring too. So instead I'm going to tell you why I like this match so much. I like it because I like the letter X. It's my favourite letter of the alphabet and my favourite episode of Sesame street was brought to me by the letter X. My favourite file is an X-File, because David Duchovny is so hot, and my favourite boyfriends, well they're all X-Men too, not because they have cool mutant powers or anything, but because they were so boring they didn't think foreplay should ever involve their genitals and my bread knife. I used to see a lot of exes all over my schoolwork too. Big red exes. The teachers were never very pleased, but to me they were like streaks of blood, and they upset me too because they reminded me so much of the last time I saw my daddy. 'X' has such a beautiful connotation to it, don't you think?
It represents the true nature of everything in this world, of every finality you will ever face. It rings of something that once was and is no more, and soon Jess, you will have an even greater appreciation of the letter as I hammer home why it represents so much more than a simple butchering of the word 'extreme'. In this match, it means anything goes, and unfortunately for you Jess, that means Izzy and I get to practice our baseball swings again, just don't fall asleep on us again. That's no fun. After we've had our fun, then you can take all the time you want to take a nap. In fact the zebra will tell you when its time for you to go night-night, by throwing up an 'X' and calling for the nice doctors and nurses to come down and tuck you in and carry you away to the land of nod personally.
A treatment befitting a Princess even after she is forced to abdicate her throne, chauffered away in her own white chariot with the flashing lights...
You see me dash back and forth quickly going from one side of the room to the other pretending to be an ambulance.
NEE NAW NEE-NAW NEE-NAW!
HER VITALS ARE FALLING!
SHE'S LOST A LOT OF BLOOD!
WE'RE LOSING HER DOCTOR!
DON'T YOU DIE ON ME DAMN IT!
You see me return to playing with Tiffany's hair, casually.
I don't want you to die Jess, at least not while you still have MY crown. A crown Kathy stole from me and practically gave to you months ago because we all know that when it comes right down to it, her husband's pee-pee isn't the only thing she's used to choking on. Tell me Jessie, just how much help do you honestly expect from a woman who has never realised her own dreams to be in helping you sustain yours?
THIS IS MY KINGDOM.
I SHOULD BE PRINCESS NOT YOU!
Daddy always said I was born to be Princess and wherever he is right now, watching over me, he will see it this Sunday. If you can be a Princess Jess, then why can't I? I mean you're just like me. We both like to play dress up. We both like to play games. However, when I do, it's creepy and weird, but when you do it, its so cute and ditzy. I don't get it Jessie, why do people like you and me? We're the same. I followed your advice and got myself a friend, just like you said, and now they hate me even more. Thanks alot! Some friend you turned out to be! Kathy hates me, she blames me. It's all your fault, she should be blaming you. It was your advice that put her in this mess, but nobody ever blames you do they Jessie? For anything.
No, you're too cute and innocent.
It's all Eternity's fault.
Blame it all on Eternity.
Why? What is it about you Jess that makes you so damn special in everybody's eyes? Well everybody except the one person who really matters to you anyway. It must be sad to be you. You have legions of fans, you have the crown, you are everybody's perfect little Princess, everybody except daddy's. Isn't that right Jessie. You have it all, you have the world at your feet and still you don't have the one thing you really want, do you?
Daddy's approval.
My daddy loved me, but then I was an only child, I didn't have to share my love or my face with a sister. Hannah got all the love and attention didn't she? You were just the twin, the extra, the spare part? Daddy had no use for you when he already had the perfect daughter who went on to make something of her life, who went on to have a perfect little life with a perfect little boyfriend in the perfect little job. It was Hannah Reed that went on to do the one thing you've never done that you so desperately want to be able to do one day...
Make daddy proud.
Hey is it true that you and Hannah have your own secret twin language? I have my own special language too, only it freaks people out, but then I guess seeing themselves spontaneously catch fire every time we try to have a nice normal conversation in it tends to do that.
Some people just don't have a head for languages, I guess.
All the costumes and video games have gotten you the world's attention and the geeks look at you as a sex symbol, Jess but your daddy, he still hasn't noticed you has he? He still doesn't care, so you find solace in retreating into a land of fantasy just like I do. Neglect brought you here, just as abandonment brought me, the only difference is when my daddy left me, he didn't have a choice in the matter. Yours always has, and yet he chooses to ignore you. What does that say about you Jessie? The geeks might care whether you win or lose on Sunday, but daddy, he won't. He has no time for your childish fantasies where you dress up and hunt zombies, and that really is sad, especially when you consider that even the COO of this company takes time out of his busy day to indulge you. Maybe he has nothing better to do, or more likely he just feels sorry for you. I can't say I blame him...
It is pretty pathetic when you really stop and think about it.
But hey the people love you for it, they call you cute, they call me crazy, still I guess sometimes there really is no accounting for taste is there? So I ask again, what makes us so different Jessie? Is it your beautiful golden hair? Because I can fix that...
You see me grab a handful of Tiffany's beautiful blonde hair and yank it out from her scalp by the root. Tiffany screams.
SHE'S ALIVE! SHE'S ALIVE!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I bet you're so glad to hear that, aren't you Kathy? Go ahead, breath your sigh of relief, it may well be your last.
What is it Jessie?
You see me open my palm to the camera and reveal strands of Tiffany's hair. You see me bring my palm up to my lips and blow the hair away before I spin the chair around and you finally see Tiffany's face, painted up to look like a cat, with black whiskers on the white make up. Like a child would go for when given the opportunity to have their face-painted.
You see me pull out a pair of scissors and bring the edge up to Tiffany's quivering, watery eye as she recoils, seeong the blade. You hear my voice drop to a whisper as you see me lean in real close to Tiffany's ear.
What do you think it is Chloe? What do you think it is that makes Jessie so much more special than me? Is it her eyes? Because we can fix that too, can't we? Yes we can!
You see me thrust the scissors and Tiffany lets out another scream, as the blades stop just short of her beautiful blue pupil.
On second thought, no! I want you to see the two people who have shown more concern for your well being over the last few months than anybody else suffer this weekend. I want you to fully appreciate how deeply it hurts your big sister who is just trying to save you and you can't do that without your depth perception. I want you to see that your sister hasn't escaped my world like she thinks she has. She's only plunged herself deeper into it. She's now just as driven by her obsessions as the doctors used to tell me I was. She wants to hurt me, she wants to take pleasure in my pain and suffering.
I guess we are mirror images after all.
Only nobody calls her crazy for her obsessions. They call her crazy for many other things, but not her obsessions. What is it about your sister that makes people root for her? It can't be her talent in the ring, because she loses more than she ever wins. It must be something else then? Is it her chest? She's too well endowed, right? Not like you and me? It is the problem, isn't it? Don't worry though...
You see me lower the scissors and hold it over Tiffany's breast, her shirt is open part way and you can see her bra.
Because I can fix that too.
What about her smile? It must be her smile right? But you're not smiling Chloe? Why aren't you smiling? Haven't I treated you well enough? I've fed you, I washed you, and you're still so ungrateful. Show me your smile Chloe? Go on, it's such a pretty smile. I'm sure Kathy would love to see it, she probably misses it soooo much...
Tiffany offers a half-hearted, obviously forced smile.
Hey! Wait a minute! You're supposed to be a Cheshire cat, aren't you? You need to do better than that, everybody knows cats from Cheshire are known for there grins, there's even a simile about it! I think for the full effect though, you're going to need something a little more permanent. Something to let the world know that you're still smiling. That you're always smiling. It'll be good for your future interviews, after all I will need you to interview me after I become the brand new Diamond's Champion this Sunday...
Tiffany: Go to hell...
Ooooh how feisty! No wonder Spike Kane liked you. He tends to go for the girlies with a temper. What happened between you too anyway? He seems like my kind of guy, cute, has adamantium claws and can throw fireballs to burn people's faces, what's not to like about that? Can I have his number?
Tiffany: Drop dead...
Oh I'm sensing unresolved issues! My psychiatrist tried to tell me about those. All the time actually. Till I got bored. Then he stopped and started choking. Strange little fellow he was...hmmm...now where was I? Oh yes, we were going to fix your smile weren't we?
You see me raise the pair of scissors to the edge of Tiffany's lips, and then quickly draw a small gash across her cheek. You flinch Tiffany screams and starts sobbing whilst cradling her cheek.
Tiffany: Why don't you just kill me? It is what you want, isn't it? It is the ultimate height of your obsession with death, isn't it? You want to know what it feels like to take a life, don't you? The same way the lives of your parents were taken from you...
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!
Tiffany: Do you honestly think your parents are proud of you? Of what you've become? You disgust them. You disgust me!
LALALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU! MOMMY AND DADDY LOVE ME! MOMMY AND DADDY ARE PROUD OF ME!
You see me drop the scissors and put my fingers in my ears.
Tiffany: No, they're not. They're ashamed of you and I can't say I blame them!
You see me then back up a few steps and lower my head, before quickly raising it and tipping over Tiffany and the chair onto its back. You see me then grab the pair of scissors from the floor and loom over a prone Tiffany. holding the scissors to her throat.
You think you're so smart, don't you? You think you know everything. Like all those doctors who tried to pump me full of drugs and tell me I was crazy for missing mommy and daddy as much as I did. As much as I still do. But you know nothing about me. Just like them. Nobody knows anything about me. They all laugh at me, they mock me, they call me a clown...they just don't understand...
Tiffany: Then help me understand. I want to understand. I'm your friend, we can be friends can't we? Friends need to know each other's names. What's your name?
Eternity.
Tiffany: That's not what I mean. What's your real name?
I...I...don't remember...
Tiffany's face drops as she starts to feel sympathy for her captor.
MuhuhuhuhuHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Tiffany seems shocked and confused by my sudden change in mood.
The look on your face, oh I've seen it on so many faces. Just when they think they're on the verge of a breakthrough, just when they think they are starting to understand me. But they can't. They never will. Nobody ever will. I don't have friends, I don't need friends, all I have is myself, that's all I need. Because at least when I'm on my own, nobody can leave me ever again...now, we have to make the sides match don't we? Yes we do...
You see me reach out and forcibly turn Tiffany's head to the unscarred cheek side and then bring the scissors up to the edge of her lips and draw a quick slash as Tiffany's harrowing scream cuts the air. You see me then hold her by the chin and force her to look in my eyes. A terrified, bleeding kitty cat, just like you feared her big sister would be come Sunday.
You asked me why I don't just kill you? There's no fun in that. There's no fun when the game's over, just ask Jessica, I'm sure she understands. The real fun is in playing the game, and I haven't finished playing with big sister Kay, yet. But the end is coming...for both of you, and for Jessica. For all you have all endured. Everything ends. Everything dies. After all you can't spell endurance without end, can you?
The end is coming.
Of all things.
And it all starts with the end of your family and friends.
It all starts with the end of Jessica Reed and Kathleen Conway.
HehehehehahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The scene ends as it began, covered in purple smoke and with a piercing laughter that left you feeling a little colder inside.
Well howdy there pardner.