Post by Angel Blake on Mar 13, 2014 13:49:47 GMT
A low whimper escaped her lips, brushing past her dyed red hair which stuck to her tear stain face as she curled up against the wall.
”Whore.”
I growled at her, she shrank back even more as my hand came down heavy across her face…
What a disgusting little creature, so much like Alice Pleasant that it made me sick to my stomach to even look at her, weak, diseased, putrid…
”Worthless.”
She thought she could free my brother from, unleash the heart that lay buried within.
”Bitch.”
There is no heart, no soul, there is only emptiness, blackness, there is only the hole our father dug within us and the means by which we fill it.
”You are nothing to him.”
My hand found her face again but she kept quiet like a good girl, she took her medicine like she should.
”He doesn’t love you.”
Alice Pleasant has weaseled her way into my family and thinks she has a place here, there is no place for the weak among us.
Renee knows, Renee sees her weakness for what it is, losing herself in her little fantasy, she’s trying to take my brother with her.
She’s trying to take my brother from me.
”You can’t have him.”
Nero belongs to me…
Just like Amber…
No one will take them from me…
Not Alice…
Not the boy…
”Do you understand?”
She nodded at me, scared that I’d strike her again, her fear feeds me as I bring my hand across her face once more.
I had to make her understand her place in this world, no one is above me, no one is beyond my control, all she sees, all she is, all of it belongs to me…
Under my control.
”Little thing.”
I grasped her face in my hands, so scared, so alone, so little. Her heart beat out of her chest as she prayed for me to stop but there is no end to her nightmare called life, no, this whore would go back to her street corner and I would go home to my Amber…
My daughter…
Her body shook in my hands, I could feel the stress from earlier melting away.
”So pitiful.”
I released her, I could feel his eyes on me now, I turned to see the well dressed boy with the short black hair watching me.
”You. Do you like this?”
I grabbed the woman off the floor and threw her hard across the room.
”DO YOU LIKE TO WATCH!?”
She tried to scream but my hand quickly muffled her cries as the other came down in a closed fist.
”DO I REMIND YOU OF HIM!?”
I raised my fist again and then I felt the cold clutch of death on my wrist.
“Yes…”
I looked down and saw my mother, in the mirror I saw my father leaning over her and myself as a boy holding his arm…
“Father, what are you doing?
I looked again to the bloody, beaten mess before me and pulled back, I reached quickly into my black jacket and removed the envelope full of money, dropping it at her feet.
”For your services.”
Quickly I left, breathing a sigh of relief once I felt the cold air upon my flesh…
The stars shone bright tonight and I couldn’t help but imagine being back home looking up at them with Amber and Hayleigh…
But my thoughts were interrupted by the watchful eye of the boy before me.
“Father…”
”NO!”
I yelled in anger and swung for the boy, his body flew backward up against the black door of my car as my hand stung with the feeling of his cold flesh.
”I. Am. Not. Him.”
He tried to move but I was fierce, I gripped him tight by the throat and slammed him hard against the glass of my car door window, shattering it.
”I! AM! NOT! HIM!”
He gasped, struggled and then his last breath passed and the boy lay dead in my hands…
I dropped to my knees, my knuckles oozing blood as the image of the boy before me faded into nothing and I was left alone on the concrete.
As I boy I had witnessed many atrocities, as a man I have caused many more and through it all I have never doubted why I did the things I do…
I am not my father, he was a weak man he punished us for his own failures…
I punish those not strong enough to rise up and take their future…
The boy was weak…
He needed to die…
So that I may live and see my dream come to fruition…
I rise.
”You all see me as the villain…”
“As the devil…”
“You take my actions for evil incarnate…”
“What you do not understand is I do the things I do to protect you, to save you, to liberate you from the hum drum lives you’ve been living and show you a different way.”
“I am a Savior…”
“A liberator…”
“A hero…”
“I am your God, the one true God whose only mission in life has been to give you the sweet relief from the chains that hold you down.”
“Release you from honor…”
“Release you from loyalty…”
“Release your inner brutality…”
“This world is not meant for the week, the jungles are full of predators and prey and all I have strived to do was to make you strong enough to become the predator.”
“You blame me…”
“Deny me…”
“You wish me dead…”
“You need to see me for what I am and accept that the world you know has come to an end, there is no longer room for the weak, the pitiful or the decrepit.”
My blood stains the earth as I stand with my back to you.
”It’s fine…”
“My children…”
“Paint me as the devil if you must…”
“I am unafraid to bare the sins of the ones I serve, it is my charge in life to raise you up with me above all those who would put you down.”
“Through blood…”
“Pain…”
“And torture…”
“I will make each of you stronger than you could have ever imagined possible.”
“Through me…”
“All of you…”
“Will rise…”
“You will no longer live to serve the fans but instead live to serve yourself, better yourself, increase your lot in life so that when you die those around you will worship you as their own personal God.”
“In time…”
“I promise…”
“You will thank me…”
“My reign atop the mountain that is the Imperial Wrestling Federation will be the beginning of this new age, an age where you will either stand with me as brothers and sisters or you will be cast into the fire pits of hell.”
“It’s your choice…”
“My children…”
“Rise or fall…”
“I will not cry or beg, I will not plead or scream, I will only provide you with the opportunity to become one with my greatness, it will be up to you to ascend.”
Each drop echoes like the beat of a drum.
”Will you stand with me…”
“My children?”
“Or will you fall?”
“Will you join all the other failures who have come before you, living out a life of mediocrity in blissful ignorance believing that you actually matter or will you MATTER!?”
“I don’t ask you to roll over…”
“I don’t ask you to die…”
“All I ask…”
“Is for you to seize the opportunity I give, rise up and strike me down as the tyrant you proclaim me to be, take my place and become the white knight of IWF!”
“Become the hero…”
“Be their savior…”
“Take from me that which has always been mine…”
“High Stakes is your chance to stand toe to toe with God and ask the fates how you are to be counted among the greats!”
Drip. Drip. Drip… Drip.
”This match…”
“That championship…”
“Belong to me…”
“You need to realize who and what it is that stands between you and true greatness for my legend will carry on long after I am gone.”
“I will be remembered in your dreams…”
“As well as your nightmares…”
“I am what you aspire to be…”
“To take what is mine, to become IWF Champion you will have to kill me, literally, because that championship has always and will always belong to me, it is mine as surely as you are, it is my child, my love, my destiny.”
Drip.
”Are you man enough…”
Drip.
”To kill a god…”
Drip…
”To put an end to this legacy of brutality…”
DRIP.
”Let me be so kind as to answer the question for, NO. You are but lambs to the slaughter, twenty nine lost souls who have been presented to me as a final blood sacrifice before my ascension to my throne.”
“I thank you…”
“For you sacrifice…”
“And mourn your loss…”
“Amen.”
Drip. Drip. Drip… Drip.
”Whore.”
I growled at her, she shrank back even more as my hand came down heavy across her face…
What a disgusting little creature, so much like Alice Pleasant that it made me sick to my stomach to even look at her, weak, diseased, putrid…
”Worthless.”
She thought she could free my brother from, unleash the heart that lay buried within.
”Bitch.”
There is no heart, no soul, there is only emptiness, blackness, there is only the hole our father dug within us and the means by which we fill it.
”You are nothing to him.”
My hand found her face again but she kept quiet like a good girl, she took her medicine like she should.
”He doesn’t love you.”
Alice Pleasant has weaseled her way into my family and thinks she has a place here, there is no place for the weak among us.
Renee knows, Renee sees her weakness for what it is, losing herself in her little fantasy, she’s trying to take my brother with her.
She’s trying to take my brother from me.
”You can’t have him.”
Nero belongs to me…
Just like Amber…
No one will take them from me…
Not Alice…
Not the boy…
”Do you understand?”
She nodded at me, scared that I’d strike her again, her fear feeds me as I bring my hand across her face once more.
I had to make her understand her place in this world, no one is above me, no one is beyond my control, all she sees, all she is, all of it belongs to me…
Under my control.
”Little thing.”
I grasped her face in my hands, so scared, so alone, so little. Her heart beat out of her chest as she prayed for me to stop but there is no end to her nightmare called life, no, this whore would go back to her street corner and I would go home to my Amber…
My daughter…
Her body shook in my hands, I could feel the stress from earlier melting away.
”So pitiful.”
I released her, I could feel his eyes on me now, I turned to see the well dressed boy with the short black hair watching me.
”You. Do you like this?”
I grabbed the woman off the floor and threw her hard across the room.
”DO YOU LIKE TO WATCH!?”
She tried to scream but my hand quickly muffled her cries as the other came down in a closed fist.
”DO I REMIND YOU OF HIM!?”
I raised my fist again and then I felt the cold clutch of death on my wrist.
“Yes…”
I looked down and saw my mother, in the mirror I saw my father leaning over her and myself as a boy holding his arm…
“Father, what are you doing?
I looked again to the bloody, beaten mess before me and pulled back, I reached quickly into my black jacket and removed the envelope full of money, dropping it at her feet.
”For your services.”
Quickly I left, breathing a sigh of relief once I felt the cold air upon my flesh…
The stars shone bright tonight and I couldn’t help but imagine being back home looking up at them with Amber and Hayleigh…
But my thoughts were interrupted by the watchful eye of the boy before me.
“Father…”
”NO!”
I yelled in anger and swung for the boy, his body flew backward up against the black door of my car as my hand stung with the feeling of his cold flesh.
”I. Am. Not. Him.”
He tried to move but I was fierce, I gripped him tight by the throat and slammed him hard against the glass of my car door window, shattering it.
”I! AM! NOT! HIM!”
He gasped, struggled and then his last breath passed and the boy lay dead in my hands…
I dropped to my knees, my knuckles oozing blood as the image of the boy before me faded into nothing and I was left alone on the concrete.
As I boy I had witnessed many atrocities, as a man I have caused many more and through it all I have never doubted why I did the things I do…
I am not my father, he was a weak man he punished us for his own failures…
I punish those not strong enough to rise up and take their future…
The boy was weak…
He needed to die…
So that I may live and see my dream come to fruition…
I rise.
”You all see me as the villain…”
“As the devil…”
“You take my actions for evil incarnate…”
“What you do not understand is I do the things I do to protect you, to save you, to liberate you from the hum drum lives you’ve been living and show you a different way.”
“I am a Savior…”
“A liberator…”
“A hero…”
“I am your God, the one true God whose only mission in life has been to give you the sweet relief from the chains that hold you down.”
“Release you from honor…”
“Release you from loyalty…”
“Release your inner brutality…”
“This world is not meant for the week, the jungles are full of predators and prey and all I have strived to do was to make you strong enough to become the predator.”
“You blame me…”
“Deny me…”
“You wish me dead…”
“You need to see me for what I am and accept that the world you know has come to an end, there is no longer room for the weak, the pitiful or the decrepit.”
My blood stains the earth as I stand with my back to you.
”It’s fine…”
“My children…”
“Paint me as the devil if you must…”
“I am unafraid to bare the sins of the ones I serve, it is my charge in life to raise you up with me above all those who would put you down.”
“Through blood…”
“Pain…”
“And torture…”
“I will make each of you stronger than you could have ever imagined possible.”
“Through me…”
“All of you…”
“Will rise…”
“You will no longer live to serve the fans but instead live to serve yourself, better yourself, increase your lot in life so that when you die those around you will worship you as their own personal God.”
“In time…”
“I promise…”
“You will thank me…”
“My reign atop the mountain that is the Imperial Wrestling Federation will be the beginning of this new age, an age where you will either stand with me as brothers and sisters or you will be cast into the fire pits of hell.”
“It’s your choice…”
“My children…”
“Rise or fall…”
“I will not cry or beg, I will not plead or scream, I will only provide you with the opportunity to become one with my greatness, it will be up to you to ascend.”
Each drop echoes like the beat of a drum.
”Will you stand with me…”
“My children?”
“Or will you fall?”
“Will you join all the other failures who have come before you, living out a life of mediocrity in blissful ignorance believing that you actually matter or will you MATTER!?”
“I don’t ask you to roll over…”
“I don’t ask you to die…”
“All I ask…”
“Is for you to seize the opportunity I give, rise up and strike me down as the tyrant you proclaim me to be, take my place and become the white knight of IWF!”
“Become the hero…”
“Be their savior…”
“Take from me that which has always been mine…”
“High Stakes is your chance to stand toe to toe with God and ask the fates how you are to be counted among the greats!”
Drip. Drip. Drip… Drip.
”This match…”
“That championship…”
“Belong to me…”
“You need to realize who and what it is that stands between you and true greatness for my legend will carry on long after I am gone.”
“I will be remembered in your dreams…”
“As well as your nightmares…”
“I am what you aspire to be…”
“To take what is mine, to become IWF Champion you will have to kill me, literally, because that championship has always and will always belong to me, it is mine as surely as you are, it is my child, my love, my destiny.”
Drip.
”Are you man enough…”
Drip.
”To kill a god…”
Drip…
”To put an end to this legacy of brutality…”
DRIP.
”Let me be so kind as to answer the question for, NO. You are but lambs to the slaughter, twenty nine lost souls who have been presented to me as a final blood sacrifice before my ascension to my throne.”
“I thank you…”
“For you sacrifice…”
“And mourn your loss…”
“Amen.”
Drip. Drip. Drip… Drip.