Post by Natasha Walker on Jun 14, 2017 19:16:38 GMT
Manchester, England.
She strode across the tarmac towards the car, head slightly dipped even as the weather in Manchester was balmy, it reminded her of happier times, however long ago those were, she remembered the glare of defiance in the Viking’s eyes the anger washing off each other and she had to smile.
If she had known it was so easy to provoke her, she would have done it all over again.
Once again she felt something close to alive with a hand around her throat, desperately wanting to squeeze the light out of her eyes, to watch her fade away.
Then came the dreams but they always felt so real
She roused to the sound of thunder, glaring up at shapes she could barely make out, smiling faces distorted by a warped dreamscape even as the lid of the coffin smashed down, glass allowing her to see her tormentors panic started to set in, the sort of maddening fear that comes with a phobia, short breaths panicked cold palms, sweaty even asshe caught a flash of blue in hair but she wasn’t thinking about that mindless thrashing had broken the knuckles on her right hand even as she was smashing away with a scream, tears streaming down her face.
You are weak, you are childish you should thrive inside your terrors
Thrive in your darkness, The weak bend and break, the strong embrace.
Embrace.
ANtherhard kick and another scream even a s wood started crack, soil starting to filter through the cracks she made, air getting thin, she smashed her head into the glass. Once…Twice.
The night mare gave way to something else, the lid of the coffin smashing losses as she started to pull herself free with.
In your dreams you’re dying..
Whilst awake you’re almost dead.
A smashed , broken and bleeding red right hand buried into the dirt even as the shovel smashed on bone , she didn’t scream this time, feeling her face contort into anger as he grabbed the next shovel swing with her free hand, rising out of the empty grave to glare at her demons, laughing just below her breath as he flexed her broken hand Once…Twice…Fine.
In the distance of the abyss of night a wolf howled and Max took the shovel in both hands.
Maxine….wait!
She silenced her first demon with a single swing whilst the others fled.
“THAT’S IT ..RUN! I’ll FIND YOU!”
When she awoke she was smiling, grinning ear to ear.
Work was starting to get fun.
We fade in to Max leant on the concrete reinforcement of a Parking garage, looking over the Urban Sprawl of Manchester, the camera films her in profile, taking in the expansive view as well her form as she spoke evenly.
“I said she would break, and she did, Crystal Millar was as much a disappointment and only the interference of the wanna-be hero saved Crystal form something far, far worse, she will disappear into the mire, as her kind do and I expect she will return, looking for revenge.”
She about laughs and shakes her head.
“Then I’ll finish the job I started and grind her bones to dust.”
She shook her head and looks back out to the city and hands idly draw circles on the stone as she speaks.
“But on we march, leaving only the broken behind I go form a world of Ireland to the Shores of England, the infection spreads more, and I meet faces familiar and faces new, this week the IWF seeks to test me with more than one opponent, it would be laughable if it were not some slim hope of laying me to rest.”
She chuckles darkly and turns to face the camera with a shake of her head.
“Not going to happen, let me address my first opponent Fiona McFly.”
She about snerks as she says the name.
“The lady so desperate for the crowd to scream her name she puts a new hat on very week and waves her arms screaming to be noticed, the mindless masses cheer because she speaks hollow lines form a spreadsheet of lies, she looks to seek solace in music , to use it as it were some sort of crutch.”
She shakes her head and sighs softly.
“I will say what nobody else will McFly, you’re deluded fool who has listened to nothing, hoping beyond hope that you can rise above that you aren’t simply prostituting yourself in the vain hope somebody else will care, which they don’t. You’re just another sideshow act In Life’s carnival , sure you have risen to heady heights buy everyone falls ..and you are still falling.”
Max takes a minute to picture it gesturing with her ‘kill hand’ that usually delivers the Goodbye Alice choke slam. Her mind’s eyes watching Fiona’s form scatter on a set of imaginary rocks before her eyes glance back up to the camera.
“Kate Steel, The Siren's voice has not been heard for quite some time, she gets to pick up her proverbial trident to take me on, but there can only be one winner of this contest, so team work will only go so far, and Kate let us be honest what have you done lately? The only real significance your name has is as a memory, a tombstone of yourself, whispered You like being the underdog, but in this case I shall wonder who it was you annoyed, and I won’t care I will break you too.”
Max rolls her neck and smirks a bit.
“What I’m saying may sound like a broken record to some of you, but it simply does not matte, all that matter is who is left standing once it is all over, and I am determined to smash all those in my way as I claim what is my kingdom laying pretended to the ground as I rise, yes treasure your new dawn whilst it lasts.”
She laughs a little.
“Because the shadows lurk just behind, and we are hungry, your hope ? your dream? Your petty struggles? They are for nothing? Your Heroes will lay broken So bring your fight ladies, bring what little words you have. Bring Your petty insults and I will show you what it means to face inevitability.”
She nods a bit to the camera and starts to walk off, even as the sky begins to darken with storm clouds.
Fin
She strode across the tarmac towards the car, head slightly dipped even as the weather in Manchester was balmy, it reminded her of happier times, however long ago those were, she remembered the glare of defiance in the Viking’s eyes the anger washing off each other and she had to smile.
If she had known it was so easy to provoke her, she would have done it all over again.
Once again she felt something close to alive with a hand around her throat, desperately wanting to squeeze the light out of her eyes, to watch her fade away.
Then came the dreams but they always felt so real
She roused to the sound of thunder, glaring up at shapes she could barely make out, smiling faces distorted by a warped dreamscape even as the lid of the coffin smashed down, glass allowing her to see her tormentors panic started to set in, the sort of maddening fear that comes with a phobia, short breaths panicked cold palms, sweaty even asshe caught a flash of blue in hair but she wasn’t thinking about that mindless thrashing had broken the knuckles on her right hand even as she was smashing away with a scream, tears streaming down her face.
You are weak, you are childish you should thrive inside your terrors
Thrive in your darkness, The weak bend and break, the strong embrace.
Embrace.
ANtherhard kick and another scream even a s wood started crack, soil starting to filter through the cracks she made, air getting thin, she smashed her head into the glass. Once…Twice.
The night mare gave way to something else, the lid of the coffin smashing losses as she started to pull herself free with.
In your dreams you’re dying..
Whilst awake you’re almost dead.
A smashed , broken and bleeding red right hand buried into the dirt even as the shovel smashed on bone , she didn’t scream this time, feeling her face contort into anger as he grabbed the next shovel swing with her free hand, rising out of the empty grave to glare at her demons, laughing just below her breath as he flexed her broken hand Once…Twice…Fine.
In the distance of the abyss of night a wolf howled and Max took the shovel in both hands.
Maxine….wait!
She silenced her first demon with a single swing whilst the others fled.
“THAT’S IT ..RUN! I’ll FIND YOU!”
When she awoke she was smiling, grinning ear to ear.
Work was starting to get fun.
We fade in to Max leant on the concrete reinforcement of a Parking garage, looking over the Urban Sprawl of Manchester, the camera films her in profile, taking in the expansive view as well her form as she spoke evenly.
“I said she would break, and she did, Crystal Millar was as much a disappointment and only the interference of the wanna-be hero saved Crystal form something far, far worse, she will disappear into the mire, as her kind do and I expect she will return, looking for revenge.”
She about laughs and shakes her head.
“Then I’ll finish the job I started and grind her bones to dust.”
She shook her head and looks back out to the city and hands idly draw circles on the stone as she speaks.
“But on we march, leaving only the broken behind I go form a world of Ireland to the Shores of England, the infection spreads more, and I meet faces familiar and faces new, this week the IWF seeks to test me with more than one opponent, it would be laughable if it were not some slim hope of laying me to rest.”
She chuckles darkly and turns to face the camera with a shake of her head.
“Not going to happen, let me address my first opponent Fiona McFly.”
She about snerks as she says the name.
“The lady so desperate for the crowd to scream her name she puts a new hat on very week and waves her arms screaming to be noticed, the mindless masses cheer because she speaks hollow lines form a spreadsheet of lies, she looks to seek solace in music , to use it as it were some sort of crutch.”
She shakes her head and sighs softly.
“I will say what nobody else will McFly, you’re deluded fool who has listened to nothing, hoping beyond hope that you can rise above that you aren’t simply prostituting yourself in the vain hope somebody else will care, which they don’t. You’re just another sideshow act In Life’s carnival , sure you have risen to heady heights buy everyone falls ..and you are still falling.”
Max takes a minute to picture it gesturing with her ‘kill hand’ that usually delivers the Goodbye Alice choke slam. Her mind’s eyes watching Fiona’s form scatter on a set of imaginary rocks before her eyes glance back up to the camera.
“Kate Steel, The Siren's voice has not been heard for quite some time, she gets to pick up her proverbial trident to take me on, but there can only be one winner of this contest, so team work will only go so far, and Kate let us be honest what have you done lately? The only real significance your name has is as a memory, a tombstone of yourself, whispered You like being the underdog, but in this case I shall wonder who it was you annoyed, and I won’t care I will break you too.”
Max rolls her neck and smirks a bit.
“What I’m saying may sound like a broken record to some of you, but it simply does not matte, all that matter is who is left standing once it is all over, and I am determined to smash all those in my way as I claim what is my kingdom laying pretended to the ground as I rise, yes treasure your new dawn whilst it lasts.”
She laughs a little.
“Because the shadows lurk just behind, and we are hungry, your hope ? your dream? Your petty struggles? They are for nothing? Your Heroes will lay broken So bring your fight ladies, bring what little words you have. Bring Your petty insults and I will show you what it means to face inevitability.”
She nods a bit to the camera and starts to walk off, even as the sky begins to darken with storm clouds.
Fin
Well howdy there pardner.