Post by Brooklyn on Nov 4, 2024 1:22:12 GMT
The scene opens in a darkened locker room somewhere within the bowels of the Fort Worth arena. A single, dim light flickers, casting an ominous glow on Brooklyn Madrox as she stares straight into the camera, her expression one of pure, unfiltered fury. She wears a twisted smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, a dark, feral energy emanating from her. Her fists are clenched, and as she lifts her head, her gaze sharpens, locking onto the camera. The air is thick with tension, a storm just barely restrained.
{ Brooklyn clenches her fists, her knuckles turning white as she fights to keep herself from losing control. There’s a rawness to her voice, a tremor that hints at just how close she is to the edge. }
“You thought you’d tear down everyone I cared about, huh? Figured you’d tear through April, decimate my allies, and stand tall at the end of it all. Well, you managed to, in fact, down each of them one by one, grinding your way through the women I considered my Most Trusted, the title you once held. You think that’s some kind of victory? That you’ve broken us down to dust? But Dean, this game was never about you. This game is about Rowan. You hurt her, left her broken, and for what? For some twisted notion of vengeance? Some sick, hollow justification? You made me a promise once. Do you remember that?"
{ Brooklyn pauses, as if waiting for an answer, though her expression tells the audience she expects none. Her eyes narrow, and she continues in a low, dangerous tone. }
“You promised to protect the Pack. You promised to be a brother to me. And when you put Rowan in that hospital bed, something snapped inside of me. That little spark of happiness, snuffed out ... and for what?
Doesn't matter.
That void you created cried out for something - anything, and sure enough something dark and twisted reached in and took hold. A little something that you helped create. But here’s the thing, Dean. Unlike you, I won’t betray what I was made for. You unleashed this monster, and now it’s coming for you.
The Big Bad Wolf.
I am every nightmare you thought you’d never have. Let me tell you something, Dean. You might have gotten to them, broke their will and spirits - but you’ll never break me. Because I'm not that the same little girl who used to follow in your shadow, who thought you were something special. No… that girl’s dead. She died the moment you touched Rowan.”
{ She takes a step forward, her voice gaining intensity, the anger building with each word. }
“I trusted you. We trusted you. You were family. But you couldn’t handle that, could you? You couldn’t bear to see us happy, to see the Pack thriving without you at the center of it all. And when you realized that, you went for the one thing you thought would break us. You put Rowan in the hospital. And it wasn’t enough for you, was it? No, you had to twist the knife deeper and tear apart everything we’d built.”
{ Brooklyn’s eyes are wild, a dangerous glint in them. She runs her fingers through her hair, her breathing heavy, as if she’s on the verge of breaking. }
“I’m coming for you, Dean. I’m coming for blood.”
Part Two: The Last House on the Left
The scene cuts to Centralia, Pennsylvania. The once-abandoned ghost town is now a haunting place with cracked, smoke-filled streets, echoes of its fiery past whispering through the wind. Brooklyn stands on a hillside overlooking the remnants of the old Pack compound, the memories of what once was floating through her mind. Her eyes take in the crumbling structure, the smoke-filled air blending with the mist around her, giving the scene an otherworldly feel.
She wanders through the area, her footsteps careful, her expression strangely soft and distant as she recalls the good times with Rowan and, yes, even Dean. The compound may be gone, but the memories linger like ghosts.
{ Brooklyn pauses, crouching beside a fallen beam, brushing her fingers across it as if touching a relic from another lifetime. Her voice is quiet, almost reverent. }
“Remember, Rowan? You used to tell us that fire purifies… that strength comes from the ashes of what we leave behind. This place, this forgotten town—it was our home because it was wild and fierce, and no one else dared to live here. But it was more than that… It was our kingdom. And Dean… Dean was supposed to be one of us.”
She reaches what used to be the heart of the compound—a crumbling building with walls half-collapsed, overgrown with vines that seem to cling to its ruins like ghosts of their own. For a moment, she imagines Dean, younger and wide-eyed, standing by her side, hanging onto Rowan’s every word. The memories claw at her mind, tearing down her defenses, whispering warnings she refuses to heed.
“Back then, we believed in each other. We fought for each other. The Pack was a family, Dean. You and I… we were bound by blood. By loyalty. You would never have hurt her then… but now?”
A soft whisper seems to float from the shadows, a gentle murmur of Rowan’s voice, urging her forward. Brooklyn clenches her fists, her body trembling as she fights to hold back tears.
“Rowan… I can still hear you. Your strength, your fire. It’s what kept us together, even when everything else fell apart. But Dean… he forgot that. He forgot what we stand for.”
As she stands there, lost in thought, a bitter wind stirs, lifting tendrils of her hair. The ruins seem to shift, morphing into something darker, a vision of betrayal. A flash of Dean’s face, sneering, taunting her in her moment of weakness.
“I won’t let you take anything else from me, Dean. This place… it may be haunted, but these ghosts? They’re my strength. They remind me of why I’m doing this. Why I need to end you. We were a family once. We laughed here. We fought here. Right here was where we swore that we’d be together forever, the three of us. Pack for life.”
{ She stands, looking around at the empty space, the echoes of laughter and whispered secrets haunting her mind. Her gaze hardens as the memories twist from comforting to painful. }
“You told me you’d never leave. That I’d always have a home here, no matter what. And for a while, I believed it. I believed in you. But you changed, didn’t you? I should’ve seen it sooner.”
{ Brooklyn clenches her fists, her face twisting with grief and anger. She paces, as if haunted by the specters of her past selves, each memory a knife twisted in her heart. The silence around her is thick, almost suffocating. She lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. }
“I thought I was the one who was broken, that I was the weak link. But now I see it clearly. You were always the one with cracks under the surface, hiding behind that smug smile of yours.”
{ Brooklyn pauses, staring at the ground as if the answers lie buried beneath the scorched earth. Her voice becomes a low, dark murmur, tinged with a twisted sense of purpose. }
“You took everything from me, Dean. But you didn’t kill me. You only showed me what I needed to become. A monster… a true predator.”
{ In the silence, the memories fade, leaving her alone once again with the smoldering fires beneath her feet. She closes her eyes, whispering a final farewell to the ghosts of her past, before turning and walking away from the ruins, her resolve hardened, her gaze cold and unyielding.}
The camera cuts back to Brooklyn, back in the Fort Worth arena. Brooklyn stands before the camera once more. But this time, there’s no hesitation, no hint of the girl she once was. She’s become something else, something ruthless, a predator with nothing left to lose. The atmosphere charged with tension. Her eyes are wide, wild with an intensity that can only come from someone who has truly lost everything. She’s breathing heavily, each breath like fuel to a smoldering fire within her.
Brooklyn Madrox: “So here we are, Dean. The Big Bad Wolf at your door. You tore apart my family, my friends, and you laughed while you did it. But let me tell you something: I’m not that scared little girl anymore. I don’t look up to you. I don’t need you. I am the thing that haunts your dreams, Dean.
The ghost of every single betrayal you’ve ever made.
You made a grave mistake, Dean. You didn’t just hurt us—you unleashed something in me that you’re not ready for. You took everything I loved and turned it to ash. You broke the family. You’re standing in the way of what’s left of the Pack.”
{ She lets out a bitter laugh, her eyes cold, devoid of any sympathy. }
“You remember Centralia, don’t you? Our home? I went back there. Walked those streets. Felt the ashes of what we once built crumble beneath my feet. And it reminded me of something. We were a family once. But you turned your back on that. On us. You chose this path. You chose to betray us. And now, you get to live with the consequences.
And I don’t think you understand what that means. You think you’re unstoppable because you beat them all, one by one. But you don’t know what it’s like to face me now. Not after what you’ve done. I’m not just here to win, Dean. I’m here to rip you apart, piece by piece, and bring the remains to Rowan as a gift.”
{ Brooklyn steps closer to the camera, her face twisted with rage and a strange, unsettling determination. Her voice drops to a whisper, dripping with venom, as if every word is a knife aimed straight at his heart.}
“This isn’t just a match, Dean. This isn’t some little revenge tour you can prance around in. This is a reckoning. I am here to end you. To make sure you never lay a hand on anyone I care about ever again. I’m going to give you a taste of the pain you’ve caused. A reminder that the Pack? We don’t forgive. We don’t forget.
You’re going to wish you’d never crossed me, that you’d never touched Rowan. But it’s too late now, isn’t it? You can’t go back. You’ve crossed the line, and now you’re going to pay the price.”
{ She takes a slow, deliberate breath, her voice trembling. She takes a step closer to the camera, her face inches away, her expression one of pure, unbridled fury.}
“I’m the monster under your bed. I’m the nightmare you can’t wake up from.
You wanted this, Dean. You wanted me at my worst, at my most broken. And now you have it. But be careful what you wish for… because when all is said and done, when you’re lying broken and beaten, remember this: I’m not just here to win. I’m here to destroy you.
It's too late for you to run. I’ll show you what true darkness looks like.”
{ Brooklyn’s lips curl into a sinister smile, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction. She holds up her hand, fingers splayed as if she’s already feeling Dean’s blood between them. }
“I’m gonna be the one to finally put you down.”
The screen fades to black, her words lingering in the air, a promise of the darkness to come.
Part One: The Grudge
Brooklyn Madrox: “You’re here, Dean. You made it all the way to the end of this little ‘Revenge Tour.’ One by one, you went through them all. Each and everyone in the Murder, breaking them down, humiliating them, showing us all the monster that lurks beneath that hollow shell of yours. But, you know, I’m glad it’s come to this because, Dean, I’ve been waiting for this day since you first laid your hands on Rowan. Since you broke the one bond in this world that actually mattered. I always told you, didn’t I? I warned you that this was a game you didn’t want to play.”{ Brooklyn clenches her fists, her knuckles turning white as she fights to keep herself from losing control. There’s a rawness to her voice, a tremor that hints at just how close she is to the edge. }
“You thought you’d tear down everyone I cared about, huh? Figured you’d tear through April, decimate my allies, and stand tall at the end of it all. Well, you managed to, in fact, down each of them one by one, grinding your way through the women I considered my Most Trusted, the title you once held. You think that’s some kind of victory? That you’ve broken us down to dust? But Dean, this game was never about you. This game is about Rowan. You hurt her, left her broken, and for what? For some twisted notion of vengeance? Some sick, hollow justification? You made me a promise once. Do you remember that?"
{ Brooklyn pauses, as if waiting for an answer, though her expression tells the audience she expects none. Her eyes narrow, and she continues in a low, dangerous tone. }
“You promised to protect the Pack. You promised to be a brother to me. And when you put Rowan in that hospital bed, something snapped inside of me. That little spark of happiness, snuffed out ... and for what?
Doesn't matter.
That void you created cried out for something - anything, and sure enough something dark and twisted reached in and took hold. A little something that you helped create. But here’s the thing, Dean. Unlike you, I won’t betray what I was made for. You unleashed this monster, and now it’s coming for you.
The Big Bad Wolf.
I am every nightmare you thought you’d never have. Let me tell you something, Dean. You might have gotten to them, broke their will and spirits - but you’ll never break me. Because I'm not that the same little girl who used to follow in your shadow, who thought you were something special. No… that girl’s dead. She died the moment you touched Rowan.”
{ She takes a step forward, her voice gaining intensity, the anger building with each word. }
“I trusted you. We trusted you. You were family. But you couldn’t handle that, could you? You couldn’t bear to see us happy, to see the Pack thriving without you at the center of it all. And when you realized that, you went for the one thing you thought would break us. You put Rowan in the hospital. And it wasn’t enough for you, was it? No, you had to twist the knife deeper and tear apart everything we’d built.”
{ Brooklyn’s eyes are wild, a dangerous glint in them. She runs her fingers through her hair, her breathing heavy, as if she’s on the verge of breaking. }
“I’m coming for you, Dean. I’m coming for blood.”
{ Her words hang heavy in the air as the scene cuts to black, leaving only the soft, menacing echo of her last words. }
Part Two: The Last House on the Left
She wanders through the area, her footsteps careful, her expression strangely soft and distant as she recalls the good times with Rowan and, yes, even Dean. The compound may be gone, but the memories linger like ghosts.
{ Brooklyn pauses, crouching beside a fallen beam, brushing her fingers across it as if touching a relic from another lifetime. Her voice is quiet, almost reverent. }
“Remember, Rowan? You used to tell us that fire purifies… that strength comes from the ashes of what we leave behind. This place, this forgotten town—it was our home because it was wild and fierce, and no one else dared to live here. But it was more than that… It was our kingdom. And Dean… Dean was supposed to be one of us.”
She reaches what used to be the heart of the compound—a crumbling building with walls half-collapsed, overgrown with vines that seem to cling to its ruins like ghosts of their own. For a moment, she imagines Dean, younger and wide-eyed, standing by her side, hanging onto Rowan’s every word. The memories claw at her mind, tearing down her defenses, whispering warnings she refuses to heed.
“Back then, we believed in each other. We fought for each other. The Pack was a family, Dean. You and I… we were bound by blood. By loyalty. You would never have hurt her then… but now?”
A soft whisper seems to float from the shadows, a gentle murmur of Rowan’s voice, urging her forward. Brooklyn clenches her fists, her body trembling as she fights to hold back tears.
“Rowan… I can still hear you. Your strength, your fire. It’s what kept us together, even when everything else fell apart. But Dean… he forgot that. He forgot what we stand for.”
As she stands there, lost in thought, a bitter wind stirs, lifting tendrils of her hair. The ruins seem to shift, morphing into something darker, a vision of betrayal. A flash of Dean’s face, sneering, taunting her in her moment of weakness.
“I won’t let you take anything else from me, Dean. This place… it may be haunted, but these ghosts? They’re my strength. They remind me of why I’m doing this. Why I need to end you. We were a family once. We laughed here. We fought here. Right here was where we swore that we’d be together forever, the three of us. Pack for life.”
{ She stands, looking around at the empty space, the echoes of laughter and whispered secrets haunting her mind. Her gaze hardens as the memories twist from comforting to painful. }
“You told me you’d never leave. That I’d always have a home here, no matter what. And for a while, I believed it. I believed in you. But you changed, didn’t you? I should’ve seen it sooner.”
{ Brooklyn clenches her fists, her face twisting with grief and anger. She paces, as if haunted by the specters of her past selves, each memory a knife twisted in her heart. The silence around her is thick, almost suffocating. She lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. }
“I thought I was the one who was broken, that I was the weak link. But now I see it clearly. You were always the one with cracks under the surface, hiding behind that smug smile of yours.”
{ Brooklyn pauses, staring at the ground as if the answers lie buried beneath the scorched earth. Her voice becomes a low, dark murmur, tinged with a twisted sense of purpose. }
“You took everything from me, Dean. But you didn’t kill me. You only showed me what I needed to become. A monster… a true predator.”
{ In the silence, the memories fade, leaving her alone once again with the smoldering fires beneath her feet. She closes her eyes, whispering a final farewell to the ghosts of her past, before turning and walking away from the ruins, her resolve hardened, her gaze cold and unyielding.}
Part Three: American Psycho
Brooklyn Madrox: “So here we are, Dean. The Big Bad Wolf at your door. You tore apart my family, my friends, and you laughed while you did it. But let me tell you something: I’m not that scared little girl anymore. I don’t look up to you. I don’t need you. I am the thing that haunts your dreams, Dean.
The ghost of every single betrayal you’ve ever made.
You made a grave mistake, Dean. You didn’t just hurt us—you unleashed something in me that you’re not ready for. You took everything I loved and turned it to ash. You broke the family. You’re standing in the way of what’s left of the Pack.”
{ She lets out a bitter laugh, her eyes cold, devoid of any sympathy. }
“You remember Centralia, don’t you? Our home? I went back there. Walked those streets. Felt the ashes of what we once built crumble beneath my feet. And it reminded me of something. We were a family once. But you turned your back on that. On us. You chose this path. You chose to betray us. And now, you get to live with the consequences.
And I don’t think you understand what that means. You think you’re unstoppable because you beat them all, one by one. But you don’t know what it’s like to face me now. Not after what you’ve done. I’m not just here to win, Dean. I’m here to rip you apart, piece by piece, and bring the remains to Rowan as a gift.”
{ Brooklyn steps closer to the camera, her face twisted with rage and a strange, unsettling determination. Her voice drops to a whisper, dripping with venom, as if every word is a knife aimed straight at his heart.}
“This isn’t just a match, Dean. This isn’t some little revenge tour you can prance around in. This is a reckoning. I am here to end you. To make sure you never lay a hand on anyone I care about ever again. I’m going to give you a taste of the pain you’ve caused. A reminder that the Pack? We don’t forgive. We don’t forget.
You’re going to wish you’d never crossed me, that you’d never touched Rowan. But it’s too late now, isn’t it? You can’t go back. You’ve crossed the line, and now you’re going to pay the price.”
{ She takes a slow, deliberate breath, her voice trembling. She takes a step closer to the camera, her face inches away, her expression one of pure, unbridled fury.}
“I’m the monster under your bed. I’m the nightmare you can’t wake up from.
You wanted this, Dean. You wanted me at my worst, at my most broken. And now you have it. But be careful what you wish for… because when all is said and done, when you’re lying broken and beaten, remember this: I’m not just here to win. I’m here to destroy you.
It's too late for you to run. I’ll show you what true darkness looks like.”
{ Brooklyn’s lips curl into a sinister smile, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction. She holds up her hand, fingers splayed as if she’s already feeling Dean’s blood between them. }
“I’m gonna be the one to finally put you down.”
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The screen fades to black, her words lingering in the air, a promise of the darkness to come.
Well howdy there pardner.