Post by Alexis Caffrey on Feb 23, 2014 4:12:32 GMT
How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not crazy?
Seriously, I’m kinda getting sick and tired of this little game of stupidity?
So here it is ladies and gentlemen, and psycho crazy girls who think that we are so alike when in reality we are complete and total opposites…
I ALEXIS CAFFREY…AM…NOT…CRAZY!
The angered young lady stamps her feet on the sidewalk in front of the Las Vegas Hotel where we were staying, owned by me.
I’M NOT! I’M NOT! I’M NOT!
With a pouty look on her face she stomps over to a bench along the curb and has a seat as I position myself a few steps back, nearly getting hit by an oncoming car, but manage to move just in time. As we focus in, her head tilts slowly to the side as she looks down at the bench, slowly dragging her fingers along the grated metal surface.
I mean, come on now, I don’t talk to imaginary friends or see things that aren’t there. I don’t paint things on my face that look stupid. I’m your normal every day girl who likes to be the best at everything she does.
I’m not like…like…like Alice or Eternity or any of these strange people, I’m me.
She looks up with a bit of anger in her eyes that would scare any on-looker.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME! I’M NOT LIKE ANY OF YOU!
She sighs as she hangs her head, the same pouty look returning to her face.
Why can’t people just accept that about me? So what if I go off on little tangents and ramble on incoherently at times? If that makes me crazy then there’s not a sane person on this planet. You know what else I’m not? I’m not a seductress, or an adventurer, or a clown, or someone trapped inside my own imagination. I’m the girlfriend of the Man of Steel Champion who has set out onmyowntoaccomplishmyowngoalsandidon’tknowwhythat’ssohardforeveryonetoFREAKINGUNDERSTAND!
She takes a deep breath before looking up at the camera, a serious gaze coming from her eyes, and a tone of which to pay attention to coming from her lips.
I’m being serious here because I want you to understand something as clearly as possible. Eternity, you can sit there and spin around until your eyes roll in the back of your head. You can talk as if you know what’s happened to me in my life, and my mother, but you don’t have a damn clue. Your idiocies and the stupidity that rambles from your lips means nothing in this world because they are nothing but lies. That said, I need to spread some truth to this world before it is overtaken by the nastiness of your lies and your half-truths.
She leaps up and takes the camera from my hand and stands next to me, pointing it at the two of us, causing me to just smile into the lens.
Do you see this guy right here? Him; with his beautiful blonde hair, and his really pretty face? He’s MINE! He loves me and cares for me in ways a certain opponent of mine WISHES she was loved. There’s no dependency issue here and it makes me sick that you people would even think that. This is mutually beneficial and worth it on both ends of the spectrum.
I simply nod in agreement as she continues on.
I would do anything for him as he has proven he would do anything for me. If that means I get a black eye, or knocked out, I’m willing to do that because when a person is in love, they do all kinds of crazy stuff. It comes with the territory and it is something that I had a feeling would happen and have willingly accepted.
She hands me back the camera and jumps with both feet to in front of the same bench where she sits on the ground with her legs intertwined. She folds her hands in her lap as she innocently looks around before fixating her eyes back on the camera with a cute little grin on her face.
Eternity, you silly little girl with your bright colored hair and your pretty face paint, you don’t really think we’re so alike do you? I actually think you’re kind of jealous. I think you want what I have to be honest. I think you want the love that I possess so fondly. I think you wish you had a mother who would do anything within her power to make sure you succeeded, like I did. You wish that you had the sanity that I have.
She puts her palms on the ground and quickly springs to her feet with that quirky little smile we’ve all come to know and love.
The sorry situation for you Eternity is that you can’t have it. You can’t have any of it.
You can’t have my mother.
You can’t be raised like me.
You can’t have my sanity level.
AND…
YOU CAN’T HAVE MY BOYFRIEND!
They’re all mine.
MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!
You know what else you can’t have my pink-haired nemesis…a victory over me. I won’t allow it.
You think you’ll win our match, the problem there is…you were thinking.
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“HELP!”
There I was cheering him on, my man, taking on Spike Kane and Bob Pooler. There had been a strange sign in the crowd that started freaking Mike out to the point that he called me over closer to him as he stood in the corner. Once he got in and things got a little hectic, I moved to the other side of the ring and cheered him on. All of a sudden I felt a pair of arms from behind me grab me and try to pull me over the barricade. Thankfully fans were helpful and tried to stop him as I screamed out to Mike who came running to my aide. He knocked the guy away, and I could tell it was a guy by the grip and the two of us chased whoever it was out of the arena.
It couldn’t be seen on television, but it was more visible to Mike in the back as I sat there on the bench in the locker room staring into space. I felt like I was five again with the angry hotel manager pounding on the door. I was scared out of my mind. I pulled my legs up and tucked my knees under my chin and just sat there silently. He kissed me and went for a shower, closing the door behind him. I heard the shower start, and I turned to the bags and started packing them for us to leave. The sound of the water running cloaked the sound of the door to the locker room opening and a few moments later a hand wrapped around my face and covered my mouth preventing me from making any sort of loud noise. I screamed but it was muffled by a leather glove as I was lifted by another and carried away.
We got to the parking lot and they set me down as I started kicking and all of a sudden a strong smell came across my face and moments later everything went black.
**A Little Bit Later**
Slowly I could hear two separate sets of footsteps walking around me as I started to come to. I managed to keep my eyes shut as I listened to them talk. It was a man and a woman. Even slower were my eyes to adjust to the light as it was bright, and I could tell by the heat that it was shined right on me. Slowly I opened my eyes to see nothing but darkness beyond the bright glimmer of the light shining above me. I slowly moved my head from side to side and was startled as the woman, a hefty girl with blonde and brunette hair style with way too much make up and a huge smile over her bright red lips had her hands on the arms of the chair I was tied to and was directly in my face.
Such a pretty little girl. He sure has changed his taste in women hasn’t he?
As my eyes got a little more acclimated to the bright light, I saw a man, he looked Mexican or of Mexican descent. He moved closer, the light glimmering off his glasses before his medium length black hair fell in front of his face. He gave me a look over before moving the light from over me. The woman freaked out, pushing him in the chest.
What the hell did you do that for? She can see us now.
It means nothing. She saw you clear as day in her face anyway. She’s not going to be able to tell anyone. He let my woman die and now he is the cause of his own dying. First, we have some fun.
He reared back and smacked be across the face. I wanted to cry. I wanted to allow all those old feelings of being the little girl under the bed come rushing back, but at the same time, I couldn’t. I had to be strong. I had to show this guy that I wasn’t afraid of him on the outside, despite the fact that I was terrified on the inside.
You are quite different indeed. The one he let die was fair skinned and blonde. Your hair is dark and your skin has a different shade to it.
Yeah, just wait til he finds you, your skin will have a different shade too. It’ll be red.
He smacked me again and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
Who told you to talk? You’re nothing more than common street trash, just like the other. What was her name? Raven? She tried to scream as I stripped her of her clothing, of her dignity, but it was too late. The poison had taken effect. With you little girl, it will be much quicker, but not until he can bear witness.
My bottom lip was quivering. I wanted nothing more than to scream and cry right there. As I tried my best to stay strong I felt the tear trickle down my cheek. The hefty, rather ugly, woman leaned in again with a look of concern.
What’s wrong little girl? Are you afraid? There’s no hero for you. There’s no one to rescue you from this tragic ending. As you take your last breath, know that it was all his fault. He doesn’t love you, just as he didn’t love her. He’ll let you die, just as he did her.
Enough!
He sounded displeased with her as she backed away. He took a phone from the counter in what was becoming a dank little shack as my eyes came into full focus. He then took another device, a voice scrambler of sorts and held it to the phone after dialing a number. I could tell by the conversation it was Mike, and waited for a moment to yell. As I waited I got hotter and turned my head to see a window that was too high for anyone to see in but was perfect for me to see out. As I strained my eyes I saw dirt and hills. I knew I was in the Nevada desert and had to think of how to communicate that.
Listen here you brainless piece of shit. I have your girlfriend and I’m not letting her go until we meet face to face. I’ll tell you when and where.
As he stopped for a response, I started screaming.
DESSSSSSSSSERT! MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE! DESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSERT!
This time a fist hit me across the face that nearly knocked me out again from the woman.
Stupid girl. SHUT UP!
I could faintly hear Mike calling for me through the phone before the man hung up.
Stupid little girl. You don’t think there’s a reason I didn’t gag you? I knew you would give away the location, I was planning on it.
I was scared. I didn’t know what this man had planned for Mike. I didn’t want to be the reason he got hurt. All of a sudden the man brought me over a glass with some water.
Drink.
Bite me.
He threw the water in my face, shocking my nerves with the ice cold feeling. I gasped for air as he went on.
I didn’t honestly intend for this. I don’t want to hurt you, but I have to prove a point. My point is that she was better off with me than him. HE LET HER DIE DAMN IT!
I caught my breath and asked what the hell he was talking about.
Who the hell are you? What in God’s name are you talking about?
Your boyfriend let the love of my life die. He could have done something more. He could have let her free from the life he lived but he didn’t. The only thing he let free is her soul from this life and now, through you, he will PAY!
He took the glass and threw it across the room, shattering it on the dark, stained, wooden wall. Something caught his ear as a smile came over his face.
I hear them coming. They’re coming for you.
He turned to the woman.
Get ready.
She grabbed some guns from a closet and handed them to him and took a few herself. The two of them put ski masks on and headed to the door, cracking it just enough so they can see. I sat and listened as the sirens got louder and could hear multiple cars pulling up outside. I didn’t dare say anything as the two were holding guns and I feared for my life, quivering in my shoes.
”WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! YOU ARE SURROUNDED! WE WILL ENTER WITH FORCE AND SHOOT TO KILL!
I saw the man nod to the girl and both reached out and shot at the police outside. The sounds of the guns going off was an immediate signal and I leaned to the side, tipping the chair, breaking the raggedy old piece of furniture into pieces allowing me to crawl to the counter and hide underneath it. There was a shower of gun fire as the two fired off some more shots with retaliations headed their way. They snuck around, dodging some of the bullets, making their way to a set of stairs before vanishing beneath the floor. I waited for the coast to be clear, but it wasn’t yet as I heard officers yelling.
THEY’RE OVER HERE!
Another set of gunfire emerged as I curled up into the tiniest little ball I could, tucking my head behind my legs. I heard the sounds of footsteps running around the side of the building before hearing the door open. As I looked up I saw the bright rays of the sun peering in. My heart was pounding a mile a minute before I saw Mike walk in the doorway and as he called my name I climbed out from my spot and bolted into his arms. He hugged me for what seemed to be forever and I didn’t want him to let go. The only place I felt safe that moment and I was there. He led me out to the officers, my face bruised from the shots I took and a cut over my left eyebrow, presumably from my fall. I was checked out by the EMTs before Detective Bradley walked over.
Were there only two miss?
I nodded and he nodded back.
The assailants have been shot and killed, would you like to I.D. them?
Mike and I both nodded as we were led to the bodies. When Mike looked down I could feel his blood boiling. The police removed the mask as I looked up at Mike. His eyes nearly fell out of his head as he could do nothing but stare as the scene fades.
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We see Alexis in front of a computer with a set of black frame glasses on. We had just survived the ordeal above and rather than reflect on it, she wanted to get right back to business. She says nothing is wrong, I say she’s distracting herself. Regardless, she has me holding this damn camera as she reads something off the screen.
Why is it that some people can overcome childhood tragedies while other can’t Eternity? Take for instance a white male born to an absentee father and a teenage alcoholic mother who was also a prostitute. The mother would go on with her prostitution, passing the boy from care giver to care giver, handing him off from one institution to another, even going to the lengths of trying to sell her son for a pitcher of beer.
On the other hand you have a nine year old boy in a poor South African village whose father was killed and as he was put under the care of a new guardian, grew up during Apartheid and then ended it.
She looks over from the screen and smiles waving me in to get closer.
Do you see the difference Eternity? Do you know who these people are? No? Let me show you silly.
She takes the camera from my hand and aims it at the screen showing a split picture. On the left is a picture of famed serial killer Charles Manson, and on the right is a picture of the recently deceased Nelson Mandela. Alexis hands back the camera as she leans back in the chair, kicking her feet up on the desk.
Both of these two had horrible childhoods, similar, according to you, to me and you. According to you, they’d be the same. Judging by the pictures and the outcomes, they’re not even close to the same. I mean, for one, Nelson Mandela is black, duh.
She jumps out of the chair and moves in front of the desk, sitting on its edge.
These two grew up in bad circumstances just like you and I, and like the two of us Eternity, they’re completely different.
What it equates down to is the simple fact of their surroundings.
Out of the two, you are clearly the Charles Manson with your strange behavior and vicious behavior against the other women of this division. You, like him have never grown morally and therefore frolic about doing as you please, and blaming it on the fact that your childhood was unstable to say the least.
Any guess who I am?
Nelson Mandela.
You see, like him, though I grew up in rough times, I had a support system. My mother may have done what was necessary to let us live, but unlike you, at least my mother loved me and that’s what makes us different Eternity. That’s what makes me not crazy like you, just quirky. The support I had was un-wavering. My mother backed everything I did, and gave me the best means she could to get to where I wanted to be and now here I am providing for her because it’s the right thing to do.
She tilts her head to the side and shakes her head.
Eternity, it all comes down to the jealousy factor again.
You wish that I was more like you so that you wouldn’t be looked upon as weird or strange. You wish that I was your mirror image so that the others wouldn’t look away as you passed by. Just because you had a crappy childhood as did I, doesn’t mean we are similar. We couldn’t be farther apart.
Silly, my mommy loved me. She fed me and brushed my hair and braided it, got me ready for school, kept me safe and all the other things a mommy is supposed to do. Yours didn’t. Your support system was a miserable failure and that’s why you enjoy it when you mess with people’s mindstothepointwheretheywanttobeatthesnotoutofyouonlytoendupbeinghurtBY…YOU!
I won’t let you get in my head. Your knowledge of my past doesn’t mean that you have insight. The fact that you read a Wikipedia page means nothing. While you sit there and stare at mirrors, I have higher aspirations. After all, I already know what I look like. I want to see what I look like with a championship. Step one after skipping down to the ring is beating you. At the end of our match, I can say one word as I stare at my handy dandy notebook with a list of things to do in side…
CHECK!
She tilts her head the other way and lets that cute smile flash before your eyes as she bats her eyelashes with the scene fading.
Seriously, I’m kinda getting sick and tired of this little game of stupidity?
So here it is ladies and gentlemen, and psycho crazy girls who think that we are so alike when in reality we are complete and total opposites…
I ALEXIS CAFFREY…AM…NOT…CRAZY!
The angered young lady stamps her feet on the sidewalk in front of the Las Vegas Hotel where we were staying, owned by me.
I’M NOT! I’M NOT! I’M NOT!
With a pouty look on her face she stomps over to a bench along the curb and has a seat as I position myself a few steps back, nearly getting hit by an oncoming car, but manage to move just in time. As we focus in, her head tilts slowly to the side as she looks down at the bench, slowly dragging her fingers along the grated metal surface.
I mean, come on now, I don’t talk to imaginary friends or see things that aren’t there. I don’t paint things on my face that look stupid. I’m your normal every day girl who likes to be the best at everything she does.
I’m not like…like…like Alice or Eternity or any of these strange people, I’m me.
She looks up with a bit of anger in her eyes that would scare any on-looker.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME! I’M NOT LIKE ANY OF YOU!
She sighs as she hangs her head, the same pouty look returning to her face.
Why can’t people just accept that about me? So what if I go off on little tangents and ramble on incoherently at times? If that makes me crazy then there’s not a sane person on this planet. You know what else I’m not? I’m not a seductress, or an adventurer, or a clown, or someone trapped inside my own imagination. I’m the girlfriend of the Man of Steel Champion who has set out onmyowntoaccomplishmyowngoalsandidon’tknowwhythat’ssohardforeveryonetoFREAKINGUNDERSTAND!
She takes a deep breath before looking up at the camera, a serious gaze coming from her eyes, and a tone of which to pay attention to coming from her lips.
I’m being serious here because I want you to understand something as clearly as possible. Eternity, you can sit there and spin around until your eyes roll in the back of your head. You can talk as if you know what’s happened to me in my life, and my mother, but you don’t have a damn clue. Your idiocies and the stupidity that rambles from your lips means nothing in this world because they are nothing but lies. That said, I need to spread some truth to this world before it is overtaken by the nastiness of your lies and your half-truths.
She leaps up and takes the camera from my hand and stands next to me, pointing it at the two of us, causing me to just smile into the lens.
Do you see this guy right here? Him; with his beautiful blonde hair, and his really pretty face? He’s MINE! He loves me and cares for me in ways a certain opponent of mine WISHES she was loved. There’s no dependency issue here and it makes me sick that you people would even think that. This is mutually beneficial and worth it on both ends of the spectrum.
I simply nod in agreement as she continues on.
I would do anything for him as he has proven he would do anything for me. If that means I get a black eye, or knocked out, I’m willing to do that because when a person is in love, they do all kinds of crazy stuff. It comes with the territory and it is something that I had a feeling would happen and have willingly accepted.
She hands me back the camera and jumps with both feet to in front of the same bench where she sits on the ground with her legs intertwined. She folds her hands in her lap as she innocently looks around before fixating her eyes back on the camera with a cute little grin on her face.
Eternity, you silly little girl with your bright colored hair and your pretty face paint, you don’t really think we’re so alike do you? I actually think you’re kind of jealous. I think you want what I have to be honest. I think you want the love that I possess so fondly. I think you wish you had a mother who would do anything within her power to make sure you succeeded, like I did. You wish that you had the sanity that I have.
She puts her palms on the ground and quickly springs to her feet with that quirky little smile we’ve all come to know and love.
The sorry situation for you Eternity is that you can’t have it. You can’t have any of it.
You can’t have my mother.
You can’t be raised like me.
You can’t have my sanity level.
AND…
YOU CAN’T HAVE MY BOYFRIEND!
They’re all mine.
MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!
You know what else you can’t have my pink-haired nemesis…a victory over me. I won’t allow it.
You think you’ll win our match, the problem there is…you were thinking.
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“HELP!”
There I was cheering him on, my man, taking on Spike Kane and Bob Pooler. There had been a strange sign in the crowd that started freaking Mike out to the point that he called me over closer to him as he stood in the corner. Once he got in and things got a little hectic, I moved to the other side of the ring and cheered him on. All of a sudden I felt a pair of arms from behind me grab me and try to pull me over the barricade. Thankfully fans were helpful and tried to stop him as I screamed out to Mike who came running to my aide. He knocked the guy away, and I could tell it was a guy by the grip and the two of us chased whoever it was out of the arena.
It couldn’t be seen on television, but it was more visible to Mike in the back as I sat there on the bench in the locker room staring into space. I felt like I was five again with the angry hotel manager pounding on the door. I was scared out of my mind. I pulled my legs up and tucked my knees under my chin and just sat there silently. He kissed me and went for a shower, closing the door behind him. I heard the shower start, and I turned to the bags and started packing them for us to leave. The sound of the water running cloaked the sound of the door to the locker room opening and a few moments later a hand wrapped around my face and covered my mouth preventing me from making any sort of loud noise. I screamed but it was muffled by a leather glove as I was lifted by another and carried away.
We got to the parking lot and they set me down as I started kicking and all of a sudden a strong smell came across my face and moments later everything went black.
**A Little Bit Later**
Slowly I could hear two separate sets of footsteps walking around me as I started to come to. I managed to keep my eyes shut as I listened to them talk. It was a man and a woman. Even slower were my eyes to adjust to the light as it was bright, and I could tell by the heat that it was shined right on me. Slowly I opened my eyes to see nothing but darkness beyond the bright glimmer of the light shining above me. I slowly moved my head from side to side and was startled as the woman, a hefty girl with blonde and brunette hair style with way too much make up and a huge smile over her bright red lips had her hands on the arms of the chair I was tied to and was directly in my face.
Such a pretty little girl. He sure has changed his taste in women hasn’t he?
As my eyes got a little more acclimated to the bright light, I saw a man, he looked Mexican or of Mexican descent. He moved closer, the light glimmering off his glasses before his medium length black hair fell in front of his face. He gave me a look over before moving the light from over me. The woman freaked out, pushing him in the chest.
What the hell did you do that for? She can see us now.
It means nothing. She saw you clear as day in her face anyway. She’s not going to be able to tell anyone. He let my woman die and now he is the cause of his own dying. First, we have some fun.
He reared back and smacked be across the face. I wanted to cry. I wanted to allow all those old feelings of being the little girl under the bed come rushing back, but at the same time, I couldn’t. I had to be strong. I had to show this guy that I wasn’t afraid of him on the outside, despite the fact that I was terrified on the inside.
You are quite different indeed. The one he let die was fair skinned and blonde. Your hair is dark and your skin has a different shade to it.
Yeah, just wait til he finds you, your skin will have a different shade too. It’ll be red.
He smacked me again and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
Who told you to talk? You’re nothing more than common street trash, just like the other. What was her name? Raven? She tried to scream as I stripped her of her clothing, of her dignity, but it was too late. The poison had taken effect. With you little girl, it will be much quicker, but not until he can bear witness.
My bottom lip was quivering. I wanted nothing more than to scream and cry right there. As I tried my best to stay strong I felt the tear trickle down my cheek. The hefty, rather ugly, woman leaned in again with a look of concern.
What’s wrong little girl? Are you afraid? There’s no hero for you. There’s no one to rescue you from this tragic ending. As you take your last breath, know that it was all his fault. He doesn’t love you, just as he didn’t love her. He’ll let you die, just as he did her.
Enough!
He sounded displeased with her as she backed away. He took a phone from the counter in what was becoming a dank little shack as my eyes came into full focus. He then took another device, a voice scrambler of sorts and held it to the phone after dialing a number. I could tell by the conversation it was Mike, and waited for a moment to yell. As I waited I got hotter and turned my head to see a window that was too high for anyone to see in but was perfect for me to see out. As I strained my eyes I saw dirt and hills. I knew I was in the Nevada desert and had to think of how to communicate that.
Listen here you brainless piece of shit. I have your girlfriend and I’m not letting her go until we meet face to face. I’ll tell you when and where.
As he stopped for a response, I started screaming.
DESSSSSSSSSERT! MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE! DESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSERT!
This time a fist hit me across the face that nearly knocked me out again from the woman.
Stupid girl. SHUT UP!
I could faintly hear Mike calling for me through the phone before the man hung up.
Stupid little girl. You don’t think there’s a reason I didn’t gag you? I knew you would give away the location, I was planning on it.
I was scared. I didn’t know what this man had planned for Mike. I didn’t want to be the reason he got hurt. All of a sudden the man brought me over a glass with some water.
Drink.
Bite me.
He threw the water in my face, shocking my nerves with the ice cold feeling. I gasped for air as he went on.
I didn’t honestly intend for this. I don’t want to hurt you, but I have to prove a point. My point is that she was better off with me than him. HE LET HER DIE DAMN IT!
I caught my breath and asked what the hell he was talking about.
Who the hell are you? What in God’s name are you talking about?
Your boyfriend let the love of my life die. He could have done something more. He could have let her free from the life he lived but he didn’t. The only thing he let free is her soul from this life and now, through you, he will PAY!
He took the glass and threw it across the room, shattering it on the dark, stained, wooden wall. Something caught his ear as a smile came over his face.
I hear them coming. They’re coming for you.
He turned to the woman.
Get ready.
She grabbed some guns from a closet and handed them to him and took a few herself. The two of them put ski masks on and headed to the door, cracking it just enough so they can see. I sat and listened as the sirens got louder and could hear multiple cars pulling up outside. I didn’t dare say anything as the two were holding guns and I feared for my life, quivering in my shoes.
”WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! YOU ARE SURROUNDED! WE WILL ENTER WITH FORCE AND SHOOT TO KILL!
I saw the man nod to the girl and both reached out and shot at the police outside. The sounds of the guns going off was an immediate signal and I leaned to the side, tipping the chair, breaking the raggedy old piece of furniture into pieces allowing me to crawl to the counter and hide underneath it. There was a shower of gun fire as the two fired off some more shots with retaliations headed their way. They snuck around, dodging some of the bullets, making their way to a set of stairs before vanishing beneath the floor. I waited for the coast to be clear, but it wasn’t yet as I heard officers yelling.
THEY’RE OVER HERE!
Another set of gunfire emerged as I curled up into the tiniest little ball I could, tucking my head behind my legs. I heard the sounds of footsteps running around the side of the building before hearing the door open. As I looked up I saw the bright rays of the sun peering in. My heart was pounding a mile a minute before I saw Mike walk in the doorway and as he called my name I climbed out from my spot and bolted into his arms. He hugged me for what seemed to be forever and I didn’t want him to let go. The only place I felt safe that moment and I was there. He led me out to the officers, my face bruised from the shots I took and a cut over my left eyebrow, presumably from my fall. I was checked out by the EMTs before Detective Bradley walked over.
Were there only two miss?
I nodded and he nodded back.
The assailants have been shot and killed, would you like to I.D. them?
Mike and I both nodded as we were led to the bodies. When Mike looked down I could feel his blood boiling. The police removed the mask as I looked up at Mike. His eyes nearly fell out of his head as he could do nothing but stare as the scene fades.
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We see Alexis in front of a computer with a set of black frame glasses on. We had just survived the ordeal above and rather than reflect on it, she wanted to get right back to business. She says nothing is wrong, I say she’s distracting herself. Regardless, she has me holding this damn camera as she reads something off the screen.
Why is it that some people can overcome childhood tragedies while other can’t Eternity? Take for instance a white male born to an absentee father and a teenage alcoholic mother who was also a prostitute. The mother would go on with her prostitution, passing the boy from care giver to care giver, handing him off from one institution to another, even going to the lengths of trying to sell her son for a pitcher of beer.
On the other hand you have a nine year old boy in a poor South African village whose father was killed and as he was put under the care of a new guardian, grew up during Apartheid and then ended it.
She looks over from the screen and smiles waving me in to get closer.
Do you see the difference Eternity? Do you know who these people are? No? Let me show you silly.
She takes the camera from my hand and aims it at the screen showing a split picture. On the left is a picture of famed serial killer Charles Manson, and on the right is a picture of the recently deceased Nelson Mandela. Alexis hands back the camera as she leans back in the chair, kicking her feet up on the desk.
Both of these two had horrible childhoods, similar, according to you, to me and you. According to you, they’d be the same. Judging by the pictures and the outcomes, they’re not even close to the same. I mean, for one, Nelson Mandela is black, duh.
She jumps out of the chair and moves in front of the desk, sitting on its edge.
These two grew up in bad circumstances just like you and I, and like the two of us Eternity, they’re completely different.
What it equates down to is the simple fact of their surroundings.
Out of the two, you are clearly the Charles Manson with your strange behavior and vicious behavior against the other women of this division. You, like him have never grown morally and therefore frolic about doing as you please, and blaming it on the fact that your childhood was unstable to say the least.
Any guess who I am?
Nelson Mandela.
You see, like him, though I grew up in rough times, I had a support system. My mother may have done what was necessary to let us live, but unlike you, at least my mother loved me and that’s what makes us different Eternity. That’s what makes me not crazy like you, just quirky. The support I had was un-wavering. My mother backed everything I did, and gave me the best means she could to get to where I wanted to be and now here I am providing for her because it’s the right thing to do.
She tilts her head to the side and shakes her head.
Eternity, it all comes down to the jealousy factor again.
You wish that I was more like you so that you wouldn’t be looked upon as weird or strange. You wish that I was your mirror image so that the others wouldn’t look away as you passed by. Just because you had a crappy childhood as did I, doesn’t mean we are similar. We couldn’t be farther apart.
Silly, my mommy loved me. She fed me and brushed my hair and braided it, got me ready for school, kept me safe and all the other things a mommy is supposed to do. Yours didn’t. Your support system was a miserable failure and that’s why you enjoy it when you mess with people’s mindstothepointwheretheywanttobeatthesnotoutofyouonlytoendupbeinghurtBY…YOU!
I won’t let you get in my head. Your knowledge of my past doesn’t mean that you have insight. The fact that you read a Wikipedia page means nothing. While you sit there and stare at mirrors, I have higher aspirations. After all, I already know what I look like. I want to see what I look like with a championship. Step one after skipping down to the ring is beating you. At the end of our match, I can say one word as I stare at my handy dandy notebook with a list of things to do in side…
CHECK!
She tilts her head the other way and lets that cute smile flash before your eyes as she bats her eyelashes with the scene fading.
Well howdy there pardner.