Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 1:32:11 GMT
I'm alive in here
So alive in here
Pulling down a little peace
I'm open wide in here
Smoulderize in here
Saving grace and killing me
You say this only makes me incomplete
I'm cancelled out and rendered obsolete
Tell the mad chameleon he's not welcome anymore
I know what I'm looking for.
Nero watched silently from his chair in the gym. Wearing a pair of gym shorts and sneakers after a workout, his long hair tied back to reveal his handsome face. The hulking mass of humanity he refers to simply as bodyguard stands behind against the wall, his follower the young girl named Jade sits with Amber comparing tattoo’s. Nero looks at his new tag team partner Tank Amond, he studies him closely trying to understand.
Tank is a large man, much different looking now he’s dropped the facepaint. Same height as Nero but a bit bulkier and physically stronger. Tank works a heavy bag, his strikes hitting the outside with a heavy thud each time. His movements are slow and clumsy but with a tremendous amount of power and some bad intentions. Nero is looking so close that he doesn’t even hear his older brother come up next to him.
“Studying your partner?”
Nero’s eyes dart to the side but he doesn’t move his head. A smirk comes across his lips as Angel kneels down. The brothers don’t have much resemblance between them. Angel is a tad shorter. Covered in tattoo’s, long jet black hair. He prefers to wear jeans and leather jackets. Meanwhile Nero has no tattoo’s is blond and tall. He prefers to always look his best in designer clothes. Even his singlet tops are made by Versace.
“I have to know what to expect. I still don’t understand.”
Angel raised an eyebrow and turned to his “little” brother.
“Understand?.....what is there to understand?”
Nero scoffs and shakes his head. Beads of sweat roll down his back and face as he breathes in deeply, the sound of flesh and bone hitting the bag still in the distance.
“You trained Amber, and you also led her to your bed, and to be honest I look at her and see a female version of you….which is understandable considering you’ve always wanted to fuck yourself…”
Angel doesn’t seem shocked or angered at Nero’s words that are spit with the venom of a hated enemy rather than a loving brother. Instead Angel tries not to laugh and pats his brother on the shoulder, Nero looks uneasy being in such close proximity to Angel.
“We need new blood, Tank has all the raw materials of a future champion and I want to help mold him into what he is destined to become. He can also help me with my aspirations.”
“Ahh I see, and what about me dear brother?”
Angel seems confused by the question, Nero gets to his feet and faces him.
“Why have I been brought into the fold. What is it you want from me?. And more importantly what do you believe you can give me?.”
“A sense of family….”
After a few moments Nero bursts out with laughter, a full bellied laugh that doubles him over.
“A sense of family?.......i’ll be here when you decide to give me a straight answer Angel…..”
Nero turns and walks over to Tank, he yells out to his new partner and the two start talking as Angel frowns and shakes his head.
Somewhere close
Somewhere safe
Somewhere I know
I know I'll never live in chains
The one is now aware
So stay away from me
I'm just too young to care
I can see in here
And I can feel in here
Comatose with common sense
I take my time in here
Somebody get me out of here
What am I so against
“Hugs and stitches?....”
Nero sniggers.
“Terrible name, terrible team. I’m not even sure why you still have contracts. I guess IWF likes to keep you around to clean toilets or something. But the main problem you have is that you will be facing myself and Tank Amond in our first official match as a tag team.”
“Bad news for you….”
“Great news for us….”
“See boys, Tank may have had an up and down career in IWF but my brother is right about him having the raw materials to be a champion. And it is up to us to teach him, to guide him. And the best way I’ve found to teach someone is to show them first hand. So me being his partner is perfect.”
Nero smiles and folds his arms.
“I don’t know what else to say about you two. You never seem to mentally turn up to matches and you’re both so inept it shocks me. So this week the world will be awed in the power of ragnarok. You will fall before us and cry tears of blood and beg for your lives….”
“But mercy is a thing not freely given…..and how appropriate is it that one of your names is “suffering”…..”
Nero smiles and folds his arms.
Why Nathan?
Nero is startled awake, he swallows hard and gets to his feet, his eyes sunken in his head from lack of sleep. He moves through the apartment to the kitchen, he flicks the light switch and grabs a bottle of whisky pouring a shot and downing it quick. Nero closes his eyes and breathes deep.
“What is happening to me?.....”
“….Regret….”
Nero is startled by the voice, his head spins and his eyebrows raise.
“How did you get in here?”
Well howdy there pardner.