Post by Princess on Sept 27, 2014 3:26:35 GMT
"And now, you're just like me."
I felt the hand of my Father clutch my shoulder, and my heart sank. The television broadcast the finding of the burned and charred bodies of my ex-wife and her children. So burned were they, there will be no investigation to the death, only thoughts that they were victims of a wildfire. I know different, and I will forever feel the weight of my sins.
"Look, Son...you've gotten away with it, just like when I killed my own sister back in 68. They thought I was in the Navy, boy...but I was AWOL, not anywhere near Nam, not anymore. I was too intelligent for that. The ciphers were gibberish to confuse the police and look, forty years later and I'm still a free man."
I try hard not to listen to him. The room is cold, dark and I feel the heat of the flames that await my soul after Death. I don't understand, why am I not dead? Why have I not been arrested? I committed a sin greater than any other in my whole life, yet...I'm free, I'm alive, and...the weight may be there, but it is bearable.
"You're a sick old man. Hopefully you die in your sleep tonight."
He laughs, hard, coughing a little as blood and spittle comes out of his mouth, the hose still hooked into his nostrils to give his failing lungs oxygen. Why can't he just die already?
"Oh, you are more like me every day, son. Not like the DAUGHTER you were before."
I rush him, and the gun's cold steel is firmly pressed under my chin as he pulls it swiftly from his holster hidden near his colostomy bag. The man is sick, dying, but still far more dangerous than I ever give him credit for. Slowly I breathe, my eyes close as I wait for the end.
"Oh, don't close your eyes, Kristoff, you want to see this coming. You don't fear Death, you EMBRACE it. You're like me now, and you must not fear. You must remember the world is yours, until you get caught...it's yours. I lived, free of the imprisonment I was due, and now I'm walking toward my end happy. I never worked a day in my life that wasn't a day I hated. Don't you feel the same? Don't you hate the drudgery, the day to day soul-crushing numbness? Don't you aspire for more?"
He cocks the gun and pulls the trigger faster than I could even think. It clicks...not loaded. I let out a long sigh, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm still alive. I'm still alive...I'm still...
"Consider this your only warning. Next time...I'll kill you."
His laugh is deep, throaty and full of evil. I sigh again and he puts his gun away, for now...reminding me that he is still in complete control.
****
"This is necessary."
My skull reverberates the blow of the briefcase as I strike myself. I am flogging my body for my own stupidity, for my failure to complete the real mission, to free myself. I'm alone NOW, but for how long? How much time do I have to taunt the man I am to face at Extreme Endurance. Kevin Evel.
"You have big words, lots of them, Kevin. You seem to think that you have a freedom now that you won that "gift" from Verona. But have you really been free, or are you just another slave? A slave to the crowd, a slave to the man you got that "gift" from. A year of not having to answer to the rules, well...that's nothing."
Again I bludgeon my skull with the briefcase. This is necessary. This is needed. I am to be punished for my sins, for the weight on my soul. God won't do it, God is dead...it wants me dead, this noise inside my head, and I will let it if I don't hold myself from the edge.
"You know not necessary, Kevin. You know not evil, or wrong. You are just another MAN, just another human being seeking to bolster his ego. Mine...however...is gone. I've been stripped bare, naked in the flesh. Everything is blue in this world, Kevin, it's all fuzzy and the only way to see through the bullshit is to truly LOOK to SEE the truth. And you, you seem to live in a million lies all at once. You call yourself a man? I laugh at that assumption. You don't feed on life, you mock it. You are a mockery of existence, just a pile of meat and bones ready to be slaughtered the minute they turn you out onto the killing floor. I, however, am a butcher. I am trained, nay...bred to be the one to execute the unworthy in this world. You are nothing, Kevin...nothing but another win in the column for me when all is said and done, no matter what you say, what you do..."
Life feeds on life. This is necessary. Another blow to my own head, blood begins to drip down my forehead, into my eyes, and down my long nose. The rims of my glasses collect blood on the bottoms of the lenses. This is the sweetest price I have to pay, the pain...the blood. I feel so alive right now, more alive than the dead hollowness I've felt since that day...
"When you get into the ring, Mr. "Necessary", you'll find yourself locked in a battle of life and death. You know not Extreme or ENDURANCE. No, you'll find yourself facing off against the one, the only, KRISTOFF LIAM BATES. The master of the suffocating nooses, the chokes and strangulation that deprives your miniature brain from the oxygen it needs to function. Odd, however, that your lack of brains has brought you to this match, the kind that begs for "challenge" when what you truly ask for is "Euthanasia". Ripe for the picking, your throat will be victim to the constrictions of my tie, of my noose...and you will choke on what little air you get, the little air I ALLOW you to get. Then the world will get bright, and begin to fade. You will tire, the struggle and life will leave your limbs, and then...finally....nothing. You'll be gone in the middle of the ring and not a soul will suspect you are no more than ghost leaving a machine. No, they'll think you are just passed out, but you'll know the truth then, Kevin Evel, of what is Necessary and what is truly...TRULY real. You'll come down calling me a FREAK and a MONSTER and whatever other name you'll come up with in that mongoloid frontal lobe of yours, only to find yourself on the receiving end of a MURDER. In the end, though, it's more like assisted Suicide. Call me Kavorkian, Kevin, because at Extreme Endurance you'll find yourself dead. Life feeds on Life, Kevin...do you have what it takes to take mine? I've done it before...I can do it again...and again...and again. I'll kill GOD. Hell, I'm the reason you have your little gift, without me, Curtis would have gotten into the arena, into the ring. You'd have LOST and all of this would be for naught. So think, Kevin...what is REALLY necessary. To get you to come to me, I had to sabotage one man's dreams of a title shot. To get GOD to notice me, I'll have to slay you in the center of the ring. I'm sorry, Kevin...but on the paid view, you'll be a goner. Enjoy your last moments of life, because come Extreme Endurance, you'll have none left. TIck TOCK....This is NECESSARY!"
Life....feeds on LIFE....Feeds on LIFE....Feeds on LIFE....
I felt the hand of my Father clutch my shoulder, and my heart sank. The television broadcast the finding of the burned and charred bodies of my ex-wife and her children. So burned were they, there will be no investigation to the death, only thoughts that they were victims of a wildfire. I know different, and I will forever feel the weight of my sins.
"Look, Son...you've gotten away with it, just like when I killed my own sister back in 68. They thought I was in the Navy, boy...but I was AWOL, not anywhere near Nam, not anymore. I was too intelligent for that. The ciphers were gibberish to confuse the police and look, forty years later and I'm still a free man."
I try hard not to listen to him. The room is cold, dark and I feel the heat of the flames that await my soul after Death. I don't understand, why am I not dead? Why have I not been arrested? I committed a sin greater than any other in my whole life, yet...I'm free, I'm alive, and...the weight may be there, but it is bearable.
"You're a sick old man. Hopefully you die in your sleep tonight."
He laughs, hard, coughing a little as blood and spittle comes out of his mouth, the hose still hooked into his nostrils to give his failing lungs oxygen. Why can't he just die already?
"Oh, you are more like me every day, son. Not like the DAUGHTER you were before."
I rush him, and the gun's cold steel is firmly pressed under my chin as he pulls it swiftly from his holster hidden near his colostomy bag. The man is sick, dying, but still far more dangerous than I ever give him credit for. Slowly I breathe, my eyes close as I wait for the end.
"Oh, don't close your eyes, Kristoff, you want to see this coming. You don't fear Death, you EMBRACE it. You're like me now, and you must not fear. You must remember the world is yours, until you get caught...it's yours. I lived, free of the imprisonment I was due, and now I'm walking toward my end happy. I never worked a day in my life that wasn't a day I hated. Don't you feel the same? Don't you hate the drudgery, the day to day soul-crushing numbness? Don't you aspire for more?"
He cocks the gun and pulls the trigger faster than I could even think. It clicks...not loaded. I let out a long sigh, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm still alive. I'm still alive...I'm still...
"Consider this your only warning. Next time...I'll kill you."
His laugh is deep, throaty and full of evil. I sigh again and he puts his gun away, for now...reminding me that he is still in complete control.
****
"This is necessary."
My skull reverberates the blow of the briefcase as I strike myself. I am flogging my body for my own stupidity, for my failure to complete the real mission, to free myself. I'm alone NOW, but for how long? How much time do I have to taunt the man I am to face at Extreme Endurance. Kevin Evel.
"You have big words, lots of them, Kevin. You seem to think that you have a freedom now that you won that "gift" from Verona. But have you really been free, or are you just another slave? A slave to the crowd, a slave to the man you got that "gift" from. A year of not having to answer to the rules, well...that's nothing."
Again I bludgeon my skull with the briefcase. This is necessary. This is needed. I am to be punished for my sins, for the weight on my soul. God won't do it, God is dead...it wants me dead, this noise inside my head, and I will let it if I don't hold myself from the edge.
"You know not necessary, Kevin. You know not evil, or wrong. You are just another MAN, just another human being seeking to bolster his ego. Mine...however...is gone. I've been stripped bare, naked in the flesh. Everything is blue in this world, Kevin, it's all fuzzy and the only way to see through the bullshit is to truly LOOK to SEE the truth. And you, you seem to live in a million lies all at once. You call yourself a man? I laugh at that assumption. You don't feed on life, you mock it. You are a mockery of existence, just a pile of meat and bones ready to be slaughtered the minute they turn you out onto the killing floor. I, however, am a butcher. I am trained, nay...bred to be the one to execute the unworthy in this world. You are nothing, Kevin...nothing but another win in the column for me when all is said and done, no matter what you say, what you do..."
Life feeds on life. This is necessary. Another blow to my own head, blood begins to drip down my forehead, into my eyes, and down my long nose. The rims of my glasses collect blood on the bottoms of the lenses. This is the sweetest price I have to pay, the pain...the blood. I feel so alive right now, more alive than the dead hollowness I've felt since that day...
"When you get into the ring, Mr. "Necessary", you'll find yourself locked in a battle of life and death. You know not Extreme or ENDURANCE. No, you'll find yourself facing off against the one, the only, KRISTOFF LIAM BATES. The master of the suffocating nooses, the chokes and strangulation that deprives your miniature brain from the oxygen it needs to function. Odd, however, that your lack of brains has brought you to this match, the kind that begs for "challenge" when what you truly ask for is "Euthanasia". Ripe for the picking, your throat will be victim to the constrictions of my tie, of my noose...and you will choke on what little air you get, the little air I ALLOW you to get. Then the world will get bright, and begin to fade. You will tire, the struggle and life will leave your limbs, and then...finally....nothing. You'll be gone in the middle of the ring and not a soul will suspect you are no more than ghost leaving a machine. No, they'll think you are just passed out, but you'll know the truth then, Kevin Evel, of what is Necessary and what is truly...TRULY real. You'll come down calling me a FREAK and a MONSTER and whatever other name you'll come up with in that mongoloid frontal lobe of yours, only to find yourself on the receiving end of a MURDER. In the end, though, it's more like assisted Suicide. Call me Kavorkian, Kevin, because at Extreme Endurance you'll find yourself dead. Life feeds on Life, Kevin...do you have what it takes to take mine? I've done it before...I can do it again...and again...and again. I'll kill GOD. Hell, I'm the reason you have your little gift, without me, Curtis would have gotten into the arena, into the ring. You'd have LOST and all of this would be for naught. So think, Kevin...what is REALLY necessary. To get you to come to me, I had to sabotage one man's dreams of a title shot. To get GOD to notice me, I'll have to slay you in the center of the ring. I'm sorry, Kevin...but on the paid view, you'll be a goner. Enjoy your last moments of life, because come Extreme Endurance, you'll have none left. TIck TOCK....This is NECESSARY!"
Life....feeds on LIFE....Feeds on LIFE....Feeds on LIFE....
Well howdy there pardner.