Post by Natasha Walker on Apr 11, 2017 23:30:12 GMT
She could feel their eyes on her even as the smooth, slow burn of the whiskey pushed down her throat. The music of roadside bar could only lovingly described as rock. Metal and guitars and incoherent screaming melding with the low lights and slightly sticky floor that's had god knows what dropped on it.
She swilled the drink about the glass even as he stood opposite the table, she barely heard the lines and pass attempts , eyes finally rolling up to take in this stranger Blonde, tall, wearing biker leathers and a strong frame even as she felt a smirk pull at her features and something other than anger pierced her veil.
"Do me a favour and drop dead, not interested."
The guy started to lean in and Max shifted ever so much a hand snapping up quickly and choking out his words as she held a gloved hand at his throat with a growl.
“I said Drop Dead."
For a moment he pulls at her arm.. and looks somewhat surprised when she doesn’t let go immediately, eyes staring at him before she finally lets go, pushing him back with a smirk.
“Walk away.”
The man rubbed at his throat even as he said an unkind word about the woman , who leant back to drinking and eventually pushed u tint to the night, a little numb from alcohol, the car getting closer as she rolled her neck, mind still dwelling on her recent failures.
Her vision blurred in sudden pain as the shovel smacked into the back of her head, shaking loose any semblance of drunkenness even as the sound of metal and wood hit the floor and she found herself now looking at Blondie, his smirk dying as he came to realise that not only had she not gone down, but now.. now she was mad.
“Now you’re speakin’ my language Blondie…”
He started to stagger back even as she turned to face him and she pauses touching the back of her head, fingers wiping together at the splotch of red that meshed at her fingers, she’d sniff it and then taste her own blood form her fingers before she started to keep on walking.
Blondie let loose a breath, counting his blessings.
Then he was illuminated in the headlights of a car, he was confused, and then afraid as the engine revved and the vehicle lurched forwards , and he threw hands up expecting his world to go black, instead he found himself staring at the radiator of the car, the warmth of the engine masking the warmth in his pant before there she was…Stood above him before a boot did the job the car didn’t and she huffed a breath, spitting on him as he laid there, half out of it, another solid kick and she moved back to reverse the car away and leave the poor scumbag on the side of the road.
It’s she was driving he was there again, Spencer, sat smoking in the Passenger seat lights mirk on his face as he spoke.
“You’re getting sloppy Valentine, I didn’t teach you to lose gracefully.”
She didn’t respond at first even as the spectre of her tutor kept speaking.
“It’s getting to you, she’s getting to you, Crowne, her perfection, just as ugly as any of them. You have your answers Valentine why aren’t you –there- now? Driving that smug, self-satisfied face into a pane of glass, teach her the –meaning- of ugliness. Make the inside match the outside Maxine. No. You’re being honourable, why?”
She sighed … and spoke with a growl.
“Immediate retribution would only have served to get me punished, no…She has to think she’s –safe- think she is secure meanwhile Me and the Queen of the Abyss stalk her, and wait and get closer. She’s mine,All mine, now go back to being dead.”
Spencer laughs and chuckles shaking his head.
“Revenge is a dish best not served only hot,but often Valentine, it’s the only way they listen. Do me proud,don’t waste this chance.”
And Max just drove further into the night.
We cut to Max sat in the middle of a collapsed and resting ring, posts rusted, canvas dirty, no ropes just her mask , ring gear and eyes closed as she speaks.
“This is the last chance, any of us has, to go for the iron maiden, the Diamonds have found their saviour, and she is as wretched as the rest of you, she says she different, but she’s not she’s the same, we’re all the same , damned and broken and now we decided who stays and who goes to the Iron Maiden by how we started…Chaos and war.”
There’s a quick shot of the Diamonds in the rough Battle royal where Max was teamed upon, hit with several finishers and disposed of by a mass of humanity even as she rubs at her hands and smirks.
“I have to expect history will repeat itself, you’re smart… hungry.. desperate I have my own reasons to for wanting to win , simple petty reasons my reason is vengeance, my victory was robbed of me form the very begging by a thumb to the eye of all things, Rowan …You suffer the indignity of watch yourself lose the battle through some one lese Me?...I just had to hear the three counted whilst she –robbed- me…and fled like a thief in the night. The bitch is MINE to stalk and creep and destroy. I will claim what is rightfully mine through the heads of those in the Iron maiden because She is no cure she Is Patient Zero. Her ego, her pride, her hubris… will rob us all of hope.”
She raises a closed fist with a growling snarl.
“So either get out of my way Rowan….or fight me for the right.”
She smirks again.
“The rest of you, I could address one by one by one, but what is the difference? We now what’s at stake, we know why we fight, some for glory, some for revenge, some for the petty misguided hope that they can make things right, make things better some fight simply because it’s the only way they feel truly alive anymore the desire to test and push. The rush of adrenaline.”
She shook her head and smirks raising that fist.
“There are no warnings anymore, the horror will not stop. Will not relent I will carve a bloody, seeping, corrupted path through each and every one of you until I get what I want and that is Charity Crowne Broken at my feet. I am done playing by your rules. Come Monday? The war for the Infection begins.”
She leans forwards.
“Bring your army, bring a shield wall, bring everything you have. I will not be stopped.”
We face out slowly to black.
Fin
She swilled the drink about the glass even as he stood opposite the table, she barely heard the lines and pass attempts , eyes finally rolling up to take in this stranger Blonde, tall, wearing biker leathers and a strong frame even as she felt a smirk pull at her features and something other than anger pierced her veil.
"Do me a favour and drop dead, not interested."
The guy started to lean in and Max shifted ever so much a hand snapping up quickly and choking out his words as she held a gloved hand at his throat with a growl.
“I said Drop Dead."
For a moment he pulls at her arm.. and looks somewhat surprised when she doesn’t let go immediately, eyes staring at him before she finally lets go, pushing him back with a smirk.
“Walk away.”
The man rubbed at his throat even as he said an unkind word about the woman , who leant back to drinking and eventually pushed u tint to the night, a little numb from alcohol, the car getting closer as she rolled her neck, mind still dwelling on her recent failures.
Her vision blurred in sudden pain as the shovel smacked into the back of her head, shaking loose any semblance of drunkenness even as the sound of metal and wood hit the floor and she found herself now looking at Blondie, his smirk dying as he came to realise that not only had she not gone down, but now.. now she was mad.
“Now you’re speakin’ my language Blondie…”
He started to stagger back even as she turned to face him and she pauses touching the back of her head, fingers wiping together at the splotch of red that meshed at her fingers, she’d sniff it and then taste her own blood form her fingers before she started to keep on walking.
Blondie let loose a breath, counting his blessings.
Then he was illuminated in the headlights of a car, he was confused, and then afraid as the engine revved and the vehicle lurched forwards , and he threw hands up expecting his world to go black, instead he found himself staring at the radiator of the car, the warmth of the engine masking the warmth in his pant before there she was…Stood above him before a boot did the job the car didn’t and she huffed a breath, spitting on him as he laid there, half out of it, another solid kick and she moved back to reverse the car away and leave the poor scumbag on the side of the road.
It’s she was driving he was there again, Spencer, sat smoking in the Passenger seat lights mirk on his face as he spoke.
“You’re getting sloppy Valentine, I didn’t teach you to lose gracefully.”
She didn’t respond at first even as the spectre of her tutor kept speaking.
“It’s getting to you, she’s getting to you, Crowne, her perfection, just as ugly as any of them. You have your answers Valentine why aren’t you –there- now? Driving that smug, self-satisfied face into a pane of glass, teach her the –meaning- of ugliness. Make the inside match the outside Maxine. No. You’re being honourable, why?”
She sighed … and spoke with a growl.
“Immediate retribution would only have served to get me punished, no…She has to think she’s –safe- think she is secure meanwhile Me and the Queen of the Abyss stalk her, and wait and get closer. She’s mine,All mine, now go back to being dead.”
Spencer laughs and chuckles shaking his head.
“Revenge is a dish best not served only hot,but often Valentine, it’s the only way they listen. Do me proud,don’t waste this chance.”
And Max just drove further into the night.
We cut to Max sat in the middle of a collapsed and resting ring, posts rusted, canvas dirty, no ropes just her mask , ring gear and eyes closed as she speaks.
“This is the last chance, any of us has, to go for the iron maiden, the Diamonds have found their saviour, and she is as wretched as the rest of you, she says she different, but she’s not she’s the same, we’re all the same , damned and broken and now we decided who stays and who goes to the Iron Maiden by how we started…Chaos and war.”
There’s a quick shot of the Diamonds in the rough Battle royal where Max was teamed upon, hit with several finishers and disposed of by a mass of humanity even as she rubs at her hands and smirks.
“I have to expect history will repeat itself, you’re smart… hungry.. desperate I have my own reasons to for wanting to win , simple petty reasons my reason is vengeance, my victory was robbed of me form the very begging by a thumb to the eye of all things, Rowan …You suffer the indignity of watch yourself lose the battle through some one lese Me?...I just had to hear the three counted whilst she –robbed- me…and fled like a thief in the night. The bitch is MINE to stalk and creep and destroy. I will claim what is rightfully mine through the heads of those in the Iron maiden because She is no cure she Is Patient Zero. Her ego, her pride, her hubris… will rob us all of hope.”
She raises a closed fist with a growling snarl.
“So either get out of my way Rowan….or fight me for the right.”
She smirks again.
“The rest of you, I could address one by one by one, but what is the difference? We now what’s at stake, we know why we fight, some for glory, some for revenge, some for the petty misguided hope that they can make things right, make things better some fight simply because it’s the only way they feel truly alive anymore the desire to test and push. The rush of adrenaline.”
She shook her head and smirks raising that fist.
“There are no warnings anymore, the horror will not stop. Will not relent I will carve a bloody, seeping, corrupted path through each and every one of you until I get what I want and that is Charity Crowne Broken at my feet. I am done playing by your rules. Come Monday? The war for the Infection begins.”
She leans forwards.
“Bring your army, bring a shield wall, bring everything you have. I will not be stopped.”
We face out slowly to black.
Fin
Well howdy there pardner.