Post by Freya Kane on Mar 22, 2017 13:35:30 GMT
“In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace”
{We open on the sombre rickety shack of Abigail Spencer, she kneels facing away from the hand held camera, which is positioned on a tripod so that you can see her in all of her glory. The flickering candles light up the scene in such an eerie fashion that it almost makes you feel uncomfortable as you watch her on her knees.}
“Ah pray for your forgiveness…”
{As she kneels she leans forwards and begins to unbuckle her leather vest jacket, and slowly take it off, from behind her we see that she is wearing nothing underneath it. We see her bare back, her smooth skin illuminated by the candlelight, but as the flames flicker….we see scars line her back. Not many, but a few….}
“Ah failed you, and like mah brother before me….ah will be punished.”
{She leans forwards now, covering her modesty from the camera and picks up a small but painful looking whip, with what looks like barbed edges. Her breathing becomes quick and shallow as she prepares herself for what is to come. With one deep breath she quickly lashes backwards on herself and a small gash opens on her back, and she lets out a small yelp of pain.}
“Unngh….through mah faith….ah am….saved…”
{Her breathing becomes a little ragged as she leans forwards now trying to psych herself up for the next shot, but she leans back with renewed confidence as she does so, and with a quick flash sends another shot to her own back.}
“...aaah! ….you’re…..you’re….will….is mah only….only….path”
{From the angle we have, we can see tears starting to fall to the dirty floor. The clear salty water all but cleaning the floor as they land. Abigail places a hand on said floor as she rights herself, before she takes a big sniff of air, consoling herself before she takes one big last breath and sends one rather large last shot across her back that makes her cry out loud and then drop the whip on the floor and then all but collapse forwards, lying on the dirty floor. Her tears now pouring down her face.}
“...you…*sob*...are mah light….mah Lord…..*sob*....mah saviour….*
{After a few moments she begins to collect herself. Her breathing slowly begins to return to normal and she pushes herself back up to her knees and she starts to brush herself off, pushing the dirt and sawdust to the floor. She wipes the tears from her cheeks and eyes, before picking up her vest from the floor, and slowly, tenderly placing it back upon her back. She winces ever so slowly, before buckling it back on and then slowly turns to face the camera, a grim and determined look upon her face.}
“Last week, ah made mah official debut in this company. Ah walked into that ring as an official Diamond, an when ah made a promise ah was gonna win that match? ….ah failed. Ah was wrong, an I paid mah penance. Ah came here with a goal, a mission….an when ah fail, ah suffer, we all suffer…..because that is the price we pay!”
{The dishevelled and hurt girl we saw moments ago is replaced with that of a defiant and confident woman, one filled with conviction.}
“Mah lord, mah saviour, he sent me here to save you all. He sent me here with mah mission, an’ ah got blind sided. Ah saw the bright lights, ah saw the sins of this world, an’ ah thought how great it would be ta’ see mah name up there. Ta’ see Abigail Spencer as tha’ next big thang. An’ ah’m not ashamed ta’ admit….ah was tempted. Ah wanted it! Ah wanted ta’ go out there an’ really make an impact. Ah wanted ta’ go out there an’ have mah name on everyones lips….but it wasn’t ta’ be….you see...HE? ….he has a plan for us all, an’ that isn’t his plan for me….no no no no….his plan for me is much much bigger.”
{Abigail moves a little closer to frame now, leaning her head forward a little so some of her hair falls over her face. Obviously it’s a little unkempt due to her ordeal we just witnessed her go through, and it makes her look a little….well….insane.}
“But like all those who pray for forgiveness….ah’ve been given mah second chance, in the form of an Angel. How fitting? Don’t ya think? Ah’m here ta’ do the lords work….an she parades around here….callin’ herself an angel….an’ it brings a smile ta’ mah face. Why? Well, ah’m sure you’ve heard many stories about the fallen angel. The one who fell from the Lords grace, it only seems like divine provenance that ah get to be the one ta’ make this little pretender fall herself. While ah speak the truth, while ah try ta’ show the world the right path….she openly mocks mah words. Openly mocks mah faith, and openly hurts mah people…..an’ ah just won’t stand for that!”
{A smirk spreads across Abigails face as her hands reach up and grab the camera off of the tripod. The view tilts upwards as Abigail looks down at the camera, the flickering from the candles makes her looks almost terrifying.}
“Y’all may be here for a ‘little bit ‘o fun’ Violet…..but y’all ain’t gonna be runnin’ around here callin’ yourself any “Angel” ….because when ah’m through with you my darlin’? Ya ain’t gonna be able to walk….let alone run….but there’s a way out for ya….there’s one saving grace….HIS saving grace. Turn to Him. Follow me. Join our path, follow our mission…”
{Her eyes focus in on the camera}
“An’ you will be saved…..but turn your head? …..an’ you will be destroyed”
{The feed cuts to static.}
{We open on the sombre rickety shack of Abigail Spencer, she kneels facing away from the hand held camera, which is positioned on a tripod so that you can see her in all of her glory. The flickering candles light up the scene in such an eerie fashion that it almost makes you feel uncomfortable as you watch her on her knees.}
“Ah pray for your forgiveness…”
{As she kneels she leans forwards and begins to unbuckle her leather vest jacket, and slowly take it off, from behind her we see that she is wearing nothing underneath it. We see her bare back, her smooth skin illuminated by the candlelight, but as the flames flicker….we see scars line her back. Not many, but a few….}
“Ah failed you, and like mah brother before me….ah will be punished.”
{She leans forwards now, covering her modesty from the camera and picks up a small but painful looking whip, with what looks like barbed edges. Her breathing becomes quick and shallow as she prepares herself for what is to come. With one deep breath she quickly lashes backwards on herself and a small gash opens on her back, and she lets out a small yelp of pain.}
“Unngh….through mah faith….ah am….saved…”
{Her breathing becomes a little ragged as she leans forwards now trying to psych herself up for the next shot, but she leans back with renewed confidence as she does so, and with a quick flash sends another shot to her own back.}
“...aaah! ….you’re…..you’re….will….is mah only….only….path”
{From the angle we have, we can see tears starting to fall to the dirty floor. The clear salty water all but cleaning the floor as they land. Abigail places a hand on said floor as she rights herself, before she takes a big sniff of air, consoling herself before she takes one big last breath and sends one rather large last shot across her back that makes her cry out loud and then drop the whip on the floor and then all but collapse forwards, lying on the dirty floor. Her tears now pouring down her face.}
“...you…*sob*...are mah light….mah Lord…..*sob*....mah saviour….*
{After a few moments she begins to collect herself. Her breathing slowly begins to return to normal and she pushes herself back up to her knees and she starts to brush herself off, pushing the dirt and sawdust to the floor. She wipes the tears from her cheeks and eyes, before picking up her vest from the floor, and slowly, tenderly placing it back upon her back. She winces ever so slowly, before buckling it back on and then slowly turns to face the camera, a grim and determined look upon her face.}
“Last week, ah made mah official debut in this company. Ah walked into that ring as an official Diamond, an when ah made a promise ah was gonna win that match? ….ah failed. Ah was wrong, an I paid mah penance. Ah came here with a goal, a mission….an when ah fail, ah suffer, we all suffer…..because that is the price we pay!”
{The dishevelled and hurt girl we saw moments ago is replaced with that of a defiant and confident woman, one filled with conviction.}
“Mah lord, mah saviour, he sent me here to save you all. He sent me here with mah mission, an’ ah got blind sided. Ah saw the bright lights, ah saw the sins of this world, an’ ah thought how great it would be ta’ see mah name up there. Ta’ see Abigail Spencer as tha’ next big thang. An’ ah’m not ashamed ta’ admit….ah was tempted. Ah wanted it! Ah wanted ta’ go out there an’ really make an impact. Ah wanted ta’ go out there an’ have mah name on everyones lips….but it wasn’t ta’ be….you see...HE? ….he has a plan for us all, an’ that isn’t his plan for me….no no no no….his plan for me is much much bigger.”
{Abigail moves a little closer to frame now, leaning her head forward a little so some of her hair falls over her face. Obviously it’s a little unkempt due to her ordeal we just witnessed her go through, and it makes her look a little….well….insane.}
“But like all those who pray for forgiveness….ah’ve been given mah second chance, in the form of an Angel. How fitting? Don’t ya think? Ah’m here ta’ do the lords work….an she parades around here….callin’ herself an angel….an’ it brings a smile ta’ mah face. Why? Well, ah’m sure you’ve heard many stories about the fallen angel. The one who fell from the Lords grace, it only seems like divine provenance that ah get to be the one ta’ make this little pretender fall herself. While ah speak the truth, while ah try ta’ show the world the right path….she openly mocks mah words. Openly mocks mah faith, and openly hurts mah people…..an’ ah just won’t stand for that!”
{A smirk spreads across Abigails face as her hands reach up and grab the camera off of the tripod. The view tilts upwards as Abigail looks down at the camera, the flickering from the candles makes her looks almost terrifying.}
“Y’all may be here for a ‘little bit ‘o fun’ Violet…..but y’all ain’t gonna be runnin’ around here callin’ yourself any “Angel” ….because when ah’m through with you my darlin’? Ya ain’t gonna be able to walk….let alone run….but there’s a way out for ya….there’s one saving grace….HIS saving grace. Turn to Him. Follow me. Join our path, follow our mission…”
{Her eyes focus in on the camera}
“An’ you will be saved…..but turn your head? …..an’ you will be destroyed”
{The feed cuts to static.}
Well howdy there pardner.