Post by Helena Ring on Apr 12, 2015 5:53:45 GMT
{Present day}
Location: Somewhere in Europe
We open up to static before the feed suddenly becomes clear. The camera zooms forward and focuses in on Helena Ring who is seated on the floor in the corner, of the dark, eerie corridor. The Artist of Atrocities sits on her bottom, with her feet planted into the ground, knees facing the ceiling and her palms rested against them. The woman pushes her hair away from her demonseed green eyes with the back of her hands, revealing her sinister yet serious demeanor. She pushes her feet down, and slumps down further on the floor, reclining to a more comfortable position before turning her hands to her face, staring at her palms with a disturbing fascination.
Location: Somewhere in Europe
We open up to static before the feed suddenly becomes clear. The camera zooms forward and focuses in on Helena Ring who is seated on the floor in the corner, of the dark, eerie corridor. The Artist of Atrocities sits on her bottom, with her feet planted into the ground, knees facing the ceiling and her palms rested against them. The woman pushes her hair away from her demonseed green eyes with the back of her hands, revealing her sinister yet serious demeanor. She pushes her feet down, and slumps down further on the floor, reclining to a more comfortable position before turning her hands to her face, staring at her palms with a disturbing fascination.
//:[Helena]://
'Ladies and Gentlemen pay attention closely. Are you looking? Good, then you see it. Violence, the excruciating pain, the bittersweet taste of the blood. The eyes are the pathway, the window, the bridge to the soul, and the hands are it's ultimate gateway. My hands, they've done many cruel things. The sins committed are countless, the repugnant acts of hatred, disgust and envy, many. Sheeple I've brought unspeakable pain and anguish, repulsive torment, and injury. I've murdered the fight, determination, the heart, and the souls of people.'
Helena slowly rotates her fingers, allowing you to gaze at her bloody fingertips and scarred palms. She grits her teeth and tilts her head a bit, loosening up her neck before slowly rubbing her fingertips together.
'Last week my bloody, scarred, defaced hands, these horrible menaces to society, worked their macabre once again. Domi Natrix was running away from the entrance curtain, her will lost to the reality of what lie ahead. The mistake she made was letting me see her cowardice. I took care of that problem right then and there.'
'I don't have to worry about a case of the limber tail this week do I, Fiona? No, you are no coward. You are just fucking stupid. Yes, you, Fiona Williams, the lesser of the Fionas in this promotion are foolish enough to engage in war with me inside the battleground of wood, canvas, and steel.'
'You are brave because of Todd. As long as he is out there you'll always have the advantage. You did not have the forethought to consider there may come a time when there is an equalizer in place to impinge upon the false sense of security Todd provides. Again, you are fucking stupid. I know just such a person that will make sure Todd walks a fine line. Meridious Decimus. My minion. Show yourself you big ugly motherfucker.'
We are ingratiated with the sight of the 7 footer coming into frame. He stands with his arms folded, all dressed in black with a flayed out hood that makes him all the more terrifying.
'Check mate, bitch.'
A series of maniacal chuckles explodes from her mouth, then a sudden and eerie calm flows in.
'Have you ever wondered what is in a name? What it means? If it even fits at all? Take yours for example. It means "fair" or "white". Fiona was invented and first used by the Scottish poet James Macpherson, author of the Ossian poems. The name was subsequently used as a pseudonym by William Sharp, who authored several romantic works under the name Fiona Macleod.'
'I know you are probably thinking none of this relates to you, but it does. It's almost cosmic justice how well it fits in this situation. We have a connection you see. I am going to use you to write a series of poems, a romantic works of the horror-romance genre, right there inside that ring this Thursday. Verily, I will use the canvas as my paper and your lithe frame as my pencil. Your tears, your crimson life force, your sweat, and your misery will be the ink I put to paper with my macabre working hands.'
'The sheeple will be in awe of my barbaric brilliance. The mindless drones will marvel as I end the final chapter with an explanation point, that being when I drive your dome piece into the canvas leaving your brains scrambled like eggs on a skillet. There will be no Todd to save you. Meridious will have him and make him into the woman he was always supposed to be. There will be only you and the warm, painful jolt into oblivion, vanquished from the land of the conscious. When you wake I'll be standing over you with one foot on your chest and my hand raised in victory, looking down at you.......'
She slowly begins to rise, gritting her teeth as she ascends to her knees, before turning and violently slamming her fist into the nearest poll. Helena grimaces then laughs as she retracts her fist. She repositions herself, now standing on one knee, peering at her swollen knuckles with perverse eyes and a flickering tongue.
She then crosses her arms in a "X" formation.
She then crosses her arms in a "X" formation.
'Smiling Like A Killer.'
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{The Past. Thirteen years ago}
"Origins of Evil"
The groaning middle age man pulled out of 12 year old Helena's body and let out a satisfied howl that spoke true of the animal he really was. She laid there naked, still as a statue. No matter how many times this happened or whom it happened with, she could never get used to it. The only change over the years had been the pain and the tears. Both had decreased. The man gave her a once over as he opened the door, a proud smile coming over him as if saying to himself "Yes, I still got it". Helena's parents were there to greet the customer. She heard them chatter like it was a business transaction which technically maybe it was. He gave them the money agreed upon for the services of their daughter and left.
At least he was the last customer for the day. It was ten o clock, or "closing time" as her mom and dad always put it. Paul (her dad) told her to clean up and hit the hay. She obeyed like always, yet this time with a smile. She was happy. After planning and plotting and waiting for the right time to steal it, she'd finally gotten hold of his gun. It was a Glock. Helena had entertained the idea of shooting them both, but that would only land her in jail, especially since two of the customers were members of law enforcement. She just knew those sorry ass cops would have her passed around to inmates and other officers alike for a nice fee. It scared her worse then one of her father's drunken episodes. It was surprising they hadn't done it amid those times they caught her running away from home.
Killing herself was an option. No more rape or "paid companionship" as Joyce (mom) put it. No more pain. No more abusive "home schooling". Never again would she be used as an ash tray for people to put their cigarettes out on, or a toilet for them to piss and shit in. Nothing would also be grander than permanently cutting off a major part of the income that allowed them to live such glamorous lifestyles full of booze and other amenities. Knowing them, Helena guessed they would simply adopt a child, and some other girl would have to suffer the same cruel fate as her. There was only one way to do this. Murder-Suicide. No drama. No suicide note. Just the end.
Helena felt odd about it. She didn't feel depressed. She was excited. Maybe those who suffer depression feel a certain ease when they reached a point of no return. When the coast was clear she pulled the pistol out from under the bed and fiddled with it. The only problem executing this plan would be figuring out how to shoot the fucking thing. It is one thing to see her dad shoot it off in his drunken moments, but actually trying to do it yourself is entirely another. She tinkered more with it at the worse time possible. Paul barreled through the door after hearing her fumble around when she was supposed to be asleep. He never put down the beer in his hand as he grabbed at her with his free one. For the first time in her life, Helena fought back, and the two battled over the device.
BANG!
BANG!
She didn't feel it or see it. It was abrupt darkness. No white light appeared. No tunnel. No smiling man in a white robe. Not even the man with horns and a pitch fork came to greet her. What she awoke to was neither heaven or hell but something else. Snow and ice. White as far as the eye could see, with no end to sky or sight. The cold cut into her tiny body like a thousand small knives. Before she could gather herself, or attempt to gather herself, a tall feminine figure appeared seemingly out of nowhere. In contrast to the white all around, this lady was dressed in solid black, in a robe a queen would wear. The mysterious woman's hair was blood red and flowed behind her in breathtaking beauty. Almond shaped blue eyes and a smiling oval face of pristine perfection was looking upon young Helena.
//:[Atropos]://
'Your trembling fear struck lips can not produce words can they? Do not let your heart be troubled. I can read your expression. I know what you are wanting to ask. I am Atropos. I also go by Raven Queen and Mother Winter. I am the goddess of fate, death, war, and destiny. I hold the shears that cut the thread of life that my sisters measure and string together before each person is born. I do that and other things too, things your young mind can not grasp at this juncture. Your string I have not cut yet, but there is much we need to discuss.'
Helena was frightened to near hyperventilation, and couldn't offer up more than a plea for mercy.
//:[Atropos]://
'Calm now. I will be made manifest in you, so I can not harm you for this reason alone.'
To Be Continued next week in Part II of Origins of Evil.
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{The Present}
Location: Somewhere in Europe
We find Helena walking down a busy sidewalk with her massive minion Meridious behind her. The people are parting like the Red Sea, mainly to make room for the 7 footer that is bidden to the Artist of Atrocities. She twirls a umbrella playfully in her fingers despite it being broad daylight without a cloud in the sky. Her face is the usual scowl of hatred that sends out an aura around her.
//:[Helena]://
'So you're the Weather Girl huh Fiona? I bet when your pretty face pops up on the viewers screen you're going to forecast a victory in the ring for you this week. You'll say it with the same smile and confidence that actual Weather Girls and Guys do, and you'll be wrong just like they usually are. I'm the tornado that the alert system is too slow to catch. I am the inexplicable storm that pops up out of nowhere to fuck everyone's shit up. I am the hurricane that decimates all regardless of how long you've had to prepare or how well you've fortified your defenses. You can not predict me, Fiona. You can't forecast your devices against me and succeed.'
She snaps her fingers and points to a small corner store, getting her minion's attention.
'Ice cream. I want some. Now. Lots of fucking sprinkles and those gummy things too.'
He leaves to retrieve the delicious tongue pleasing goodness.
'I am not sure who I am facing this week to be honest. A Weather Girl or Mary fucking Poppins? You sport an umbrella around to protect you from falling 100 dollar bills or so it is claimed. How the hell is that going to protect you from me? Is it the same kind Mary had? Can it make you fly? That might help you a little bit. What else do you have? Maybe one of Mary's purse's of unending depth? What are you going to do with it, pull out a giant weapon to attack me with, or a massive miracle which you'll surely need? I would ask if you keep Todd's balls in that purse but I'm sure they are small enough for you to just cart around in your breast pocket.'
'I am going to one up you now. I am going to be a weather girl. Here is this Thursday's forecast: After nightfall it will rain pain in the region of Fiona's head and face, followed by severe blunt force trauma showers from North to South and East to West in Fiona. People are urged to stay away from their TVs at that time because of the savagery that Fiona will be subjected to.'
'Enough with the silly shit from me. To be blunt as I can, I am going to fist fuck your face Fiona. It will be very hard and very brutal. I Ju'
She is rudely interrupted by a kid speeding around the corner and plowing into her legs. The boy is a elementary or middle shooler and grabs at her legs. He hugs them tight and begs for help. The source of his concern comes from three slightly older kids who speed around the corner in pursuit. When they see Helena's sinister face they cease their running and instead hurl petty cusses at the boy they were chasing.
Helena quickly figures out what is going on and pulls the kid off her. Taking him by the scruff of the neck and tossing her umbrella aside, she shoves him down the alley behind her and motions for the three older boys to have at it. The boys are surprised by this but take her up on the offer and pummel him to the point he is bleeding from the nose and mouth. Helena keeps an eye on the situation and finds herself getting aroused by the violence, then the attack stop as they have had their fun for the day.
After the bullies flee, Helena saunters to him and leans over while he lies on the ground facing up.
'Such a weak little piece of shit you are. All that running and you still got your ass beat. You should have stood your ground and fought. You would have gotten your ass kicked but you wouldn't be so fucking tired and gasping for air like you are right now. What a coward. Shh don't say anything. Your meek little mouth will only anger me more.'
She pulls out a switch blade knife and kneels beside him. The boy cries. She laughs. After a few taunting movements with the blade dangerously close to his face, she places it in his hand.
'The only good bully is a dead bully. They will grow up to hurt little girls. To rape them. To hurt them. Here, take this knife. The next time they corner you to fight, don't run, instead flick out this blade and plunge it into their vital organs. Doing so can save a girl's life or virtue someday. I let you get abused to lite a fire in your cowardly little ass, so you better heed my words and prophecies and do as instructed. Vital organs, again, always strike here.'
She points to the areas of her body where the vital organs are. The kid is coherent and comprehends what she is saying but finds it difficult to compute. The scene for him is surreal and morbid. Better yet it is scary as hell. He shoves it in his pocket as Meridious arrives with two giant cones filled with all the goodies she had demanded. Her minion hands one to Helena then tries to hand the other one to the hurt kid. Helena forbids him from doing so and motions for him to enjoy the treat instead. The kid looks up at her with puppy dog eyes.
'Dafuq you still doing here kid? Get the fuck out of my face and kill some bullies.'
She gives him a hard kick and he stumbles away at first then breaks out in a run.
With him gone she looks up at Meridious and gives him a favorable nod and licks her cone.
'You're my BME, Meridious.'
Best. Minion. Ever.
She is rudely interrupted by a kid speeding around the corner and plowing into her legs. The boy is a elementary or middle shooler and grabs at her legs. He hugs them tight and begs for help. The source of his concern comes from three slightly older kids who speed around the corner in pursuit. When they see Helena's sinister face they cease their running and instead hurl petty cusses at the boy they were chasing.
Helena quickly figures out what is going on and pulls the kid off her. Taking him by the scruff of the neck and tossing her umbrella aside, she shoves him down the alley behind her and motions for the three older boys to have at it. The boys are surprised by this but take her up on the offer and pummel him to the point he is bleeding from the nose and mouth. Helena keeps an eye on the situation and finds herself getting aroused by the violence, then the attack stop as they have had their fun for the day.
After the bullies flee, Helena saunters to him and leans over while he lies on the ground facing up.
'Such a weak little piece of shit you are. All that running and you still got your ass beat. You should have stood your ground and fought. You would have gotten your ass kicked but you wouldn't be so fucking tired and gasping for air like you are right now. What a coward. Shh don't say anything. Your meek little mouth will only anger me more.'
She pulls out a switch blade knife and kneels beside him. The boy cries. She laughs. After a few taunting movements with the blade dangerously close to his face, she places it in his hand.
'The only good bully is a dead bully. They will grow up to hurt little girls. To rape them. To hurt them. Here, take this knife. The next time they corner you to fight, don't run, instead flick out this blade and plunge it into their vital organs. Doing so can save a girl's life or virtue someday. I let you get abused to lite a fire in your cowardly little ass, so you better heed my words and prophecies and do as instructed. Vital organs, again, always strike here.'
She points to the areas of her body where the vital organs are. The kid is coherent and comprehends what she is saying but finds it difficult to compute. The scene for him is surreal and morbid. Better yet it is scary as hell. He shoves it in his pocket as Meridious arrives with two giant cones filled with all the goodies she had demanded. Her minion hands one to Helena then tries to hand the other one to the hurt kid. Helena forbids him from doing so and motions for him to enjoy the treat instead. The kid looks up at her with puppy dog eyes.
'Dafuq you still doing here kid? Get the fuck out of my face and kill some bullies.'
She gives him a hard kick and he stumbles away at first then breaks out in a run.
With him gone she looks up at Meridious and gives him a favorable nod and licks her cone.
'You're my BME, Meridious.'
Best. Minion. Ever.
Well howdy there pardner.