Post by Natasha Walker on Mar 23, 2017 17:41:54 GMT
"It took an Army to Eliminate me, to force my feet to the ground and into the silence of defeat, you hit me with everything you had just to stun me long enough to do it, yes I lost, but You all took notice, Children of God, Soldiers of the Abyss , even a Crown Jewel.... Yes You all noticed and you all acted...Comendable ...But Stupid."
Maxine's face is in tight focus behind the wheel of her car, the lines of the highway reflecting as she moves onwards, ever onwards towards the next bastion of hope, the next refuge , the next source of infection.
Paitent Zero Awaits, perfection awaits.
But in the fever dreams of her mind she remembered the times before.
Six Months Ago: - Arklay, Missouri.
She travelled back to her home, stopping outside the Valentine resident she looked upon wooden boards and flaking paint and started to tromp idly down the way, along a driveway that she had played in as a child, run from, run around, the she'd she had hidden in when Father had too much to drink.
He always found her eventually.
Now she had come back, pushing by the door to run fingers just above the door frame, she found the key, pulling it loose and pushing the key to the lock with a smirk as she felt the metal finally slide home.
They hadnât even changed the lock.
There was moments hesitation before she turned the key and pulled the door , inching on in and listening, the Television still playing the sounds of some corny show, the place was a wreck, untidy, smelling faintly of the mould of neglect, she had to smirk to her own self even as she looked around a corner and there he was.
A broken shell of a man, all alone, he was powerful once but age and broken bones had seen to that, now here he was, in his own misery, drinking and watching Television and letting his mind rot, Max smirked and pondered just leaving him to his own self-made hell.
Remember.
She shook her head a bit and growled lightly instead even as he finally registered a presence in the house, moving to turn anything back away from the form even as he spoke with a jittered broken voiced cracked up by too many cigarettes.
âMaxâŚIs that You?â
She didnât respond just stepping into the light, and meeting his gaze evenly, all grown up.. and smirking at him and before he speaks again she spoke.
âThis is where you tell me you hate me right? That Iâm a miserable child, that you never loved meâŚ.that Iâm no good, rotten.â
She took another step forwards even as she snapped hand up to his throat and pushed him up against a wall hand on the side of his head now as she shouted a bit at him.
âI AM WHAT YOU MADE ME!â
She kept pushing with a twitch of anger even as the old shell, the old, decrepit nuisance couldnât even summon the courage for words any more, the fire from him so easily mirrored in her as she took the bottle off him and quietly poured the booze over his head before he finally managed the words that hurt the most beneath a jaw that Max was holding.
âProudayoo.â
Even though te words were muffled the silence got her to tilt her head and drop her hand and the old man slumped and beckoned.
âCâmon..finish it âŚcâmon.â
She took a long, long at her daddy dearest, a monster who had haunted her for her entire life, moulded her into her own shape of monster too, she lifted a booth and put it on him head, it would take much, she could feel the weight of his skull even as she felt the hate build before she took a step back and spat at him with a hiss.
âYou ainât worth it, old man.. die alone, weak and feeble.. You donât get the benefit of a last fight, not from me.. not from anyone.â
She turned her back on him and pushed the TV over, smashing another bottle on her ay out to the car with a huff of rage, hands clenched as she stormed to her car, gunned the gas and never looked back.
That was the day I finally died.
We fade in onto Max rubbing her nose as she is looking over a view of wasteland by where she had parked her car half faced away from the camera as she spoke with those dark tones.
âCharity Crowne, Athletically gifted, attractive, talented, smart.. and winner of the 10 woman rumble, most would think that is a good thing, and you would be wrong, so very wrong Charity, all your prowess , smarts even your willingness to go the extra mile if you have to, is worthless, you are worthless your, victory serves only for one thing.â
He smirk starts to grow as she turned towards the camera, even as the sky behind her seems to darken with an oncoming storm.
âYou will be an example as I drag your carcass around that arena , toss you like a rag doll, you want to call me a thug? A Beast? Youâre damn right, but Iâm notâŚstupid Charity and you? You serve as a remind of a world gone bad.. where Perfection is the watch word and something that canât be achieved⌠What you are⌠Is a Liar, to yourselfâŚto them and to me.. I have no care for your words ..or deeds. All you are is a victim of the coming storm, one of the dead worthy only of the infection that will run in your veins.. Your perfection will be worth only another host and there will be no fighting it only the inevitability of the end, festering in your ego and wallowing in defeat.â
She turned fully to the camera eyes looking deep burning with the anger she holds even as she kept speaking.
âOf course, thereâs always the dark miracle you will win, but Iâm not some simpering little girl to be bullied and trodden down on, and Iâll show you just how insignificant you are , and leave you to dust all alone.â
To make her point she smirk and spits on the floor before moving back towards the door of the car.
âThat said, youâll still be breathing, youâll be a lesson, youâll wear a mask so grotesque that as you limp form door to door in life you eras will burn with the cries of women, children all gasping in shock and muttering âoh my god what is that âTHING- and all youâll be able to do is rattle soundless cries of defeat..â
She opens the door with a long sadistic smirk,
âIâm going to enjoy breaking you, little girlâŚâ
And with that the door closes and the car pulls away.
Fin.
Maxine's face is in tight focus behind the wheel of her car, the lines of the highway reflecting as she moves onwards, ever onwards towards the next bastion of hope, the next refuge , the next source of infection.
Paitent Zero Awaits, perfection awaits.
But in the fever dreams of her mind she remembered the times before.
Six Months Ago: - Arklay, Missouri.
She travelled back to her home, stopping outside the Valentine resident she looked upon wooden boards and flaking paint and started to tromp idly down the way, along a driveway that she had played in as a child, run from, run around, the she'd she had hidden in when Father had too much to drink.
He always found her eventually.
Now she had come back, pushing by the door to run fingers just above the door frame, she found the key, pulling it loose and pushing the key to the lock with a smirk as she felt the metal finally slide home.
They hadnât even changed the lock.
There was moments hesitation before she turned the key and pulled the door , inching on in and listening, the Television still playing the sounds of some corny show, the place was a wreck, untidy, smelling faintly of the mould of neglect, she had to smirk to her own self even as she looked around a corner and there he was.
A broken shell of a man, all alone, he was powerful once but age and broken bones had seen to that, now here he was, in his own misery, drinking and watching Television and letting his mind rot, Max smirked and pondered just leaving him to his own self-made hell.
Remember.
She shook her head a bit and growled lightly instead even as he finally registered a presence in the house, moving to turn anything back away from the form even as he spoke with a jittered broken voiced cracked up by too many cigarettes.
âMaxâŚIs that You?â
She didnât respond just stepping into the light, and meeting his gaze evenly, all grown up.. and smirking at him and before he speaks again she spoke.
âThis is where you tell me you hate me right? That Iâm a miserable child, that you never loved meâŚ.that Iâm no good, rotten.â
She took another step forwards even as she snapped hand up to his throat and pushed him up against a wall hand on the side of his head now as she shouted a bit at him.
âI AM WHAT YOU MADE ME!â
She kept pushing with a twitch of anger even as the old shell, the old, decrepit nuisance couldnât even summon the courage for words any more, the fire from him so easily mirrored in her as she took the bottle off him and quietly poured the booze over his head before he finally managed the words that hurt the most beneath a jaw that Max was holding.
âProudayoo.â
Even though te words were muffled the silence got her to tilt her head and drop her hand and the old man slumped and beckoned.
âCâmon..finish it âŚcâmon.â
She took a long, long at her daddy dearest, a monster who had haunted her for her entire life, moulded her into her own shape of monster too, she lifted a booth and put it on him head, it would take much, she could feel the weight of his skull even as she felt the hate build before she took a step back and spat at him with a hiss.
âYou ainât worth it, old man.. die alone, weak and feeble.. You donât get the benefit of a last fight, not from me.. not from anyone.â
She turned her back on him and pushed the TV over, smashing another bottle on her ay out to the car with a huff of rage, hands clenched as she stormed to her car, gunned the gas and never looked back.
That was the day I finally died.
We fade in onto Max rubbing her nose as she is looking over a view of wasteland by where she had parked her car half faced away from the camera as she spoke with those dark tones.
âCharity Crowne, Athletically gifted, attractive, talented, smart.. and winner of the 10 woman rumble, most would think that is a good thing, and you would be wrong, so very wrong Charity, all your prowess , smarts even your willingness to go the extra mile if you have to, is worthless, you are worthless your, victory serves only for one thing.â
He smirk starts to grow as she turned towards the camera, even as the sky behind her seems to darken with an oncoming storm.
âYou will be an example as I drag your carcass around that arena , toss you like a rag doll, you want to call me a thug? A Beast? Youâre damn right, but Iâm notâŚstupid Charity and you? You serve as a remind of a world gone bad.. where Perfection is the watch word and something that canât be achieved⌠What you are⌠Is a Liar, to yourselfâŚto them and to me.. I have no care for your words ..or deeds. All you are is a victim of the coming storm, one of the dead worthy only of the infection that will run in your veins.. Your perfection will be worth only another host and there will be no fighting it only the inevitability of the end, festering in your ego and wallowing in defeat.â
She turned fully to the camera eyes looking deep burning with the anger she holds even as she kept speaking.
âOf course, thereâs always the dark miracle you will win, but Iâm not some simpering little girl to be bullied and trodden down on, and Iâll show you just how insignificant you are , and leave you to dust all alone.â
To make her point she smirk and spits on the floor before moving back towards the door of the car.
âThat said, youâll still be breathing, youâll be a lesson, youâll wear a mask so grotesque that as you limp form door to door in life you eras will burn with the cries of women, children all gasping in shock and muttering âoh my god what is that âTHING- and all youâll be able to do is rattle soundless cries of defeat..â
She opens the door with a long sadistic smirk,
âIâm going to enjoy breaking you, little girlâŚâ
And with that the door closes and the car pulls away.
Fin.
Well howdy there pardner.