Post by Jinx on Dec 19, 2016 3:12:15 GMT
Canton, Ohio
3 Years Ago
Fame attracts tragedy yet it seems to be human nature to want to be idolized by the masses. Seeing your name in lights on the marquee, cementing your name in the annals of history by making the world better, or just using pseudo-reality television to boost your own ego by living your entire life on screen. Pathetic, really when you think about it.
My visions are not always crystal clear, sometimes they’re just flashes of what will be, not how they come to pass. Thankfully, my father passed on his thirst for knowledge to me because this time all I knew was there were already two deaths for certain and more to come if I couldn’t unravel this mystery. And something inside me foreshadowed that my own mortality could be at risk this time.
This one was bigger than anything I’d ever faced before and the fact that I couldn’t rely just on my vision to solve it for me just added to the intensity. The way the first two died was intriguing to say the least. A man died sitting behind the wheel of the Porsche “Little Bastard”, you know, the same car that James Dean died in. The curious part was his head had been run through the windshield while the car was parked. Gruesome to say the least, and screamed vengeful spirit to me.
The second was a gentleman sitting in his study, gunshot wound to the head. Sounds pretty standard, right? Wrong. There was no gun or gunshot residue to be found and his housekeeper saw none other than Abraham Lincoln himself leaving the study. Again, I thought vengeful spirit, but in both cases, there were no remains to hold the spirits tethered to to our plane.
So a thought occurred to me, I’m in Canton, home of famous memorabilia. Maybe there was something personal left behind. With a little research, I found a museum that had some displays of famous pieces from pop culture. You know, James Dean, Lincoln, etc. With a few well placed benjamins, I got access after hours. Never said everything I did was on the up and up.
I found the keychain that belonged to James Dean and Lincoln’s hat, burned them, and assumed I was done. I was wrong. Really wrong. The next day a girl went missing, apparently according to her friend, abducted by none other than Paris Hilton. Weird, right? Never saw that one coming, I have to admit. So back to the drawing board for me because she wasn’t dead, so no chance of vengeful spirit there.
Again, I am thankful for my insatiable thirst for knowledge. You see, I missed something the first time around. The victims idolized the “spirit” that attacked them (or killed them). Right then, a vision would have been nice. A glimpse, anything other than a blank slate, but thank the Gods for the vast pool of information available at my fingertips plus the wealth of knowledge I already had banked.
I opened my laptop and hacked into the police database. Within minutes, I had the autopsy reports of the first two men pulled up. And there it was, exactly what I had been missing. If I had done my research first, I would have saved myself a lot of money. Each man had massive blood loss and black seeds in their stomach. Not just any black seeds, seeds from a forest in the Balkans that had been destroyed over 30 years ago.
Something kept plaguing me about those seeds and the blood loss. It prodded the recesses of my brain; something I had read years ago. Finally it hit me, a Pagan god named Leshi. Leshi guarded that forest and ate his worshippers. Obviously, with his forest gone, Leshi had to find other ways to feed and what better time to feed than now, right? Our entire society is built on worshipping those in the limelight. Not real gods anymore, false idols who were adored for little more than being themselves.
Then it came, the vision I needed. I saw where he was. And I had already paved the way in, now all I needed was the iron axe out of my trunk. After heading back to the museum, I slid a long, black coat on to hide the axe in my belt. The guard gave me a small smile and turned away, leaving the door unattended. I shook my head in disappointment, wondering to myself how he still had a job with the missing girl inside.
I closed the door quietly behind me, sliding the axe out of my belt as I heard the muffled moans coming from down the hall. I quickened my steps and slid into the darkened room, illuminated only by low level display lighting. A voice chuckled in the corner.
Leshi: You’re kind of small, but you’ll do for a light snack. I still can’t fathom why you mortals idolize these creatures when there are real gods to admire. And why Paris, hmm? A vacuous, vapid nothing. I should make you bow to me before I eat you, child.
The girl whimpered softly as I stepped forward, axe in hand.
Jinx: You’ll do no such thing, Leshi. You’re through feeding.
He turned to me, eyes blazing in anger.
Leshi: And just what do you think you can do to stop me, bitch? I am a GOD!
Keeping the axe behind the length of my coat, I stepped within arm’s reach and gave him a twisted smile.
Jinx: I can do this -
I swung the axe out in one swift arc, loping his head from his shoulders. I turned to the girl still quivering in fear on the ground and untied her hands.
Jinx: Go home. And for the Gods sakes, read a book.
The scene shifts to a small, dimly lit room littered with display cases, each with a different IWF championship belt replica. The shot pans out as Jinx steps into frame, wearing her white straight jacket, arms around her waist and a twisted smile on her black lips.
Jinx: Crystal Millar. The epitome of a false idol. She worships at her own altar and expects everyone else to as well.
She shakes her head in disappointment, causing her white blonde locks to fall over her shoulder.
Jinx: Buying into her own hype. Pathetic, really, when you think about it. It makes you wonder what insecurities she’s hiding behind all of that bravado. Maybe a few neurotic tendencies implanted by her dear old mom and dad? Not hugged enough, Crystal? Not told you were pretty enough? Maybe you were picked on in school...wait, you have to actually attend school for that to happen.
A soft, manic laugh escapes her lips as she begins to sway back and forth.
Jinx: Is that the reason for the overcompensation, Crystal? Are you hiding a diminutive IQ behind the hair dye and fake nails? Honestly, have you ever met a pool of water you didn’t fall into, my little Narcissus?
Her gaze slips to the cases with the Diamond’s championships.
Jinx: These are what you crave, my lovely. These are what makes you feel like you’re worth something.
Her pitch black eyes return to the camera.
Jinx: You’re an attention whore, Crystal. Your soul feels empty without all eyes on you. You see yourself as an idol to be venerated, adored. And that, my child, is why you will never feel fulfilled. Nothing will ever be enough for you. Your soul will wither away the moment you take a step out of that spotlight.
A sadistic smile curves her lips as her arms stretch wide.
Jinx: And at that moment, it will belong to me. That is the moment the White Reaper yearns for. Your weakness is my strength. I don’t need the adulation. I don’t need the idolatry. All I need is to watch you wither away as you become irrelevant.
Jinx raises her hands high as if in prayer.
Jinx: Your kind disgusts the real gods, Crystal. Your very existence is offensive to them. They want your extermination and they have called on me to carry it out. I am their vengeance. I am their wrath. And I will not deny them.
She brings her arms back to her sides, wrapping them around her waist again as she tilts her head to the side.
Jinx: Do you understand why you have angered them? Do you have any comprehension of the level of disgust you have invoked? By your own actions you have taken the rightful worship of the true gods and turned it on yourself. Did you think they would let that trespass go unpunished?
Her head tilts forward, her locks falling like a curtain over her face. She shakes it slowly side to side before tilting it back up.
Jinx: Something tells me you have no idea, Crystal. You can’t see beyond your own reflection, can you? Your ego has no bounds, and for that you will be punished. I will be that retribution for that is my calling. I will avenge the slights you have given them and your soul is my reward. The only reward I need. At Diamonds are Forever, I will have my promised reward, so sayeth the White Reaper.
The scene slowly fades to black.
3 Years Ago
Fame attracts tragedy yet it seems to be human nature to want to be idolized by the masses. Seeing your name in lights on the marquee, cementing your name in the annals of history by making the world better, or just using pseudo-reality television to boost your own ego by living your entire life on screen. Pathetic, really when you think about it.
My visions are not always crystal clear, sometimes they’re just flashes of what will be, not how they come to pass. Thankfully, my father passed on his thirst for knowledge to me because this time all I knew was there were already two deaths for certain and more to come if I couldn’t unravel this mystery. And something inside me foreshadowed that my own mortality could be at risk this time.
This one was bigger than anything I’d ever faced before and the fact that I couldn’t rely just on my vision to solve it for me just added to the intensity. The way the first two died was intriguing to say the least. A man died sitting behind the wheel of the Porsche “Little Bastard”, you know, the same car that James Dean died in. The curious part was his head had been run through the windshield while the car was parked. Gruesome to say the least, and screamed vengeful spirit to me.
The second was a gentleman sitting in his study, gunshot wound to the head. Sounds pretty standard, right? Wrong. There was no gun or gunshot residue to be found and his housekeeper saw none other than Abraham Lincoln himself leaving the study. Again, I thought vengeful spirit, but in both cases, there were no remains to hold the spirits tethered to to our plane.
So a thought occurred to me, I’m in Canton, home of famous memorabilia. Maybe there was something personal left behind. With a little research, I found a museum that had some displays of famous pieces from pop culture. You know, James Dean, Lincoln, etc. With a few well placed benjamins, I got access after hours. Never said everything I did was on the up and up.
I found the keychain that belonged to James Dean and Lincoln’s hat, burned them, and assumed I was done. I was wrong. Really wrong. The next day a girl went missing, apparently according to her friend, abducted by none other than Paris Hilton. Weird, right? Never saw that one coming, I have to admit. So back to the drawing board for me because she wasn’t dead, so no chance of vengeful spirit there.
Again, I am thankful for my insatiable thirst for knowledge. You see, I missed something the first time around. The victims idolized the “spirit” that attacked them (or killed them). Right then, a vision would have been nice. A glimpse, anything other than a blank slate, but thank the Gods for the vast pool of information available at my fingertips plus the wealth of knowledge I already had banked.
I opened my laptop and hacked into the police database. Within minutes, I had the autopsy reports of the first two men pulled up. And there it was, exactly what I had been missing. If I had done my research first, I would have saved myself a lot of money. Each man had massive blood loss and black seeds in their stomach. Not just any black seeds, seeds from a forest in the Balkans that had been destroyed over 30 years ago.
Something kept plaguing me about those seeds and the blood loss. It prodded the recesses of my brain; something I had read years ago. Finally it hit me, a Pagan god named Leshi. Leshi guarded that forest and ate his worshippers. Obviously, with his forest gone, Leshi had to find other ways to feed and what better time to feed than now, right? Our entire society is built on worshipping those in the limelight. Not real gods anymore, false idols who were adored for little more than being themselves.
Then it came, the vision I needed. I saw where he was. And I had already paved the way in, now all I needed was the iron axe out of my trunk. After heading back to the museum, I slid a long, black coat on to hide the axe in my belt. The guard gave me a small smile and turned away, leaving the door unattended. I shook my head in disappointment, wondering to myself how he still had a job with the missing girl inside.
I closed the door quietly behind me, sliding the axe out of my belt as I heard the muffled moans coming from down the hall. I quickened my steps and slid into the darkened room, illuminated only by low level display lighting. A voice chuckled in the corner.
Leshi: You’re kind of small, but you’ll do for a light snack. I still can’t fathom why you mortals idolize these creatures when there are real gods to admire. And why Paris, hmm? A vacuous, vapid nothing. I should make you bow to me before I eat you, child.
The girl whimpered softly as I stepped forward, axe in hand.
Jinx: You’ll do no such thing, Leshi. You’re through feeding.
He turned to me, eyes blazing in anger.
Leshi: And just what do you think you can do to stop me, bitch? I am a GOD!
Keeping the axe behind the length of my coat, I stepped within arm’s reach and gave him a twisted smile.
Jinx: I can do this -
I swung the axe out in one swift arc, loping his head from his shoulders. I turned to the girl still quivering in fear on the ground and untied her hands.
Jinx: Go home. And for the Gods sakes, read a book.
The scene shifts to a small, dimly lit room littered with display cases, each with a different IWF championship belt replica. The shot pans out as Jinx steps into frame, wearing her white straight jacket, arms around her waist and a twisted smile on her black lips.
Jinx: Crystal Millar. The epitome of a false idol. She worships at her own altar and expects everyone else to as well.
She shakes her head in disappointment, causing her white blonde locks to fall over her shoulder.
Jinx: Buying into her own hype. Pathetic, really, when you think about it. It makes you wonder what insecurities she’s hiding behind all of that bravado. Maybe a few neurotic tendencies implanted by her dear old mom and dad? Not hugged enough, Crystal? Not told you were pretty enough? Maybe you were picked on in school...wait, you have to actually attend school for that to happen.
A soft, manic laugh escapes her lips as she begins to sway back and forth.
Jinx: Is that the reason for the overcompensation, Crystal? Are you hiding a diminutive IQ behind the hair dye and fake nails? Honestly, have you ever met a pool of water you didn’t fall into, my little Narcissus?
Her gaze slips to the cases with the Diamond’s championships.
Jinx: These are what you crave, my lovely. These are what makes you feel like you’re worth something.
Her pitch black eyes return to the camera.
Jinx: You’re an attention whore, Crystal. Your soul feels empty without all eyes on you. You see yourself as an idol to be venerated, adored. And that, my child, is why you will never feel fulfilled. Nothing will ever be enough for you. Your soul will wither away the moment you take a step out of that spotlight.
A sadistic smile curves her lips as her arms stretch wide.
Jinx: And at that moment, it will belong to me. That is the moment the White Reaper yearns for. Your weakness is my strength. I don’t need the adulation. I don’t need the idolatry. All I need is to watch you wither away as you become irrelevant.
Jinx raises her hands high as if in prayer.
Jinx: Your kind disgusts the real gods, Crystal. Your very existence is offensive to them. They want your extermination and they have called on me to carry it out. I am their vengeance. I am their wrath. And I will not deny them.
She brings her arms back to her sides, wrapping them around her waist again as she tilts her head to the side.
Jinx: Do you understand why you have angered them? Do you have any comprehension of the level of disgust you have invoked? By your own actions you have taken the rightful worship of the true gods and turned it on yourself. Did you think they would let that trespass go unpunished?
Her head tilts forward, her locks falling like a curtain over her face. She shakes it slowly side to side before tilting it back up.
Jinx: Something tells me you have no idea, Crystal. You can’t see beyond your own reflection, can you? Your ego has no bounds, and for that you will be punished. I will be that retribution for that is my calling. I will avenge the slights you have given them and your soul is my reward. The only reward I need. At Diamonds are Forever, I will have my promised reward, so sayeth the White Reaper.
The scene slowly fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.