Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 21:28:31 GMT -5
(I woke up with one eye squinting as I look around the room. Light brightly shines through the windows that are all around me. My body raises up and I sit at the side of the bed for a minute before the bedroom door opens. A little girl with long blonde hair comes running through the door. She yells" Daddy!! Daddy!" The smile on her face brings out a larger smile on my face. "Good morning sweetheart, how are you doing?" I ask her. "I'm doing great, but grandma isn't doing so good.." she tells me. "Why do you say that little bear?" i inquire. "Her breathe has smelt funny all day and now she has a gun." was her response.)
(My smile quickly eroded away as I seen the picture of Dena holding the revolver in her hand. I quickly get up and move to the door. The minute I walk out of my bedroom door. The sounds of the birds singing outside can no longer be heard. Instead, I hear a woman yelling as I walk down the hall. Lily tries to move in front of me but I push her back.)
(As I took each step, time itself, stood almost completely still. I heard nothing but a low frequency static as my feet continue pushing me to the point where the hall became wider and there stood Dena with the same revolver pointing at her head. She yelled a few times but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Lily once again tried to move past me. I looked down at her to shove her back when I heard a deafening roar.)
(My eyes looked back to Dena. She dropped the gun out of her hand and then I seen the blood on the wall.. The crimson liquid began flowing out of the whole in her head. I immediately took my shirt off and grabbed a cloth that sat on the table to the left of me and darted for her as she slowly crashed to the ground. I pressed both forms of cloth on each of the bullet holes in her skull. While applying pressure to the wounds. "Lily, call 911!" is what I told her to do. I'm on my knees, covered in blood watching this woman's life fade before my eyes and once again notice that I only hear silence. Then she asks me "Why daddy? Grandma seems so peaceful.")
(I turn to look while I maintain my bloody grip on Dena's skull and then I see Lily with the same revolver in her hands. She's looking down the barrel when another loud boom is heard. She slowly falls as well. My body freezes as I look down at both of them as their life is fading before my eyes.)
(An amber sparkle of light enters the corner of my eye and I fully look in its direction to see a full bottle of whisky setting next to an empty bottle that lays on its side. I reach for the bottle and crack the seal on it before chugging every ounce of it. The lights go out as I swallow the last gulp...)
(Moments later, my vision returned to me as I was looking up at a bottle of whisky. My eyes watched and my throat burned as the liquid left the bottle. I can feel the inferno in my stomach as the fire intensified. I looked at the clock to see that it was 3 am before reaching for another full bottle and the remote control which both happened to be on the table sitting next to me. I press a button and the television powers on. Somehow, things happened to time out where I seen part of Twilights latest promo. It runs its course before the television screen fades to black. I press a button on the remote to shut the television off.)
Twilight, good for you to be taught by Shadow. That instantly puts you at the top doesn't it? See, that's been a problem of yours. You're complacent and don't hunger for more. You've always done the minimum to get by besides right now where your trying harder than I've ever seen you try.. Yet, I'm doing the same thing that I've been known to do. Push people to their limits Twilight and that's what is honestly happening here. I've always known that I was capable of what I'm doing. My average has so far, been your limit but those limitations. Aren't acceptable for us Twilight. You think that you've got it and I know that I do. That's why I'm doing everything I can to push you and this further.. What I'm wondering is do you have the stomach for it?
Everything you've thrown at me has been parried and dodged because in reality. None of this matters. I don't care what anyone thinks about me Twilight. I've always been depressed and angry. I've always been that low life piece of shit.. My life has always been about the bottle and sure, often I drink around people but when do you see me come out of the shadows of the dimly lit bars that I'm at? You only see me leave that area to come charging. Otherwise I keep to myself for the simple fact that I don't care about anyone. Often I wonder if I even care about myself anymore..
(I take another drink from the bottle before letting out a sigh to continue on.)
Twilight, this fight; or any real fight isn't about the hits that you can deliver. In our world, it is defined by the hits we can take and keep on pushing. Simply put Twilight, right now. You can't keep up. Sure, you can pack a punch but I can take one and I'll keep coming. Your attempt at standing up to me has been strong but it's also weak. Your still complacent Twilight. You have to throw that lukewarm temperament out the window. It maybe in your head that you're going to stand and wait for me to attack because I'm full steam ahead. You might think that you've got the upper hand because I'm predictable but you need to think about these words. Bloodthirsty, unrelenting, and iron jaw. Because you're not simply dealing with a full steam ahead guy. You've got other traits to deal with now. Yet, I also understand that you might have some slick moves up your sleeves for counters but once you've used those up Twilight.. I'll still be swinging.
(I look at the bottle and think about what I had dreamed about. Goosebumps emerge everywhere and the shakes viciously greet my nerves before drinking the rest of the bottle.. No longer do I feel the fire from my mouth to my stomach. The aches in my bones are completely gone and my head feels better. Moments later, I lose the shakes and have became calm.)
I've always been fired up. That's me. I'm glad to see that you could find a cleaver way to use it against me. Think what you want about my demeanor Twilight. The facts are. You're way out of your league. You've got to pull it together if you're going to be able to keep up with me. You need to quit being satisfied with mediocrity and truly step up. Let everyone know what kind of fight you can bring at any moment. Make them understand what their asking for when they ask you to fight them. Show them how determined you are. Sure, that might make you one sided in the way others think about your fighting abilities. They might even believe that they can predict what you're going to do but that doesn't mean that they'll be able to handle the onslaught that you bring..
I have no empathy yet I'm the one that talked to you in the beginning about how you must have had empathy. I understood that more than you'd like to acknowledge. Because right now, that fits the direction your wanting to lead but it only works in your own head Twilight.. Regardless though, you're right about some things, I'm not the only drug addict in this world. There's an army of my kind out there. All of us have our own problems that are different in their ways. All of us are similar Twilight but that doesn't make us all the same... Yet, I'm sure that there are some out there like me that feel the same pain that I feel. Although, their not here standing before you Twilight, are they? I'm standing right here while refusing to move and I've accomplished a lot of things that means absolutely nothing in my search for happiness but those others haven't "yet". Who knows what time will bring but you can be certain of one thing Twilight. I'm one of the first of my kind to make it where I am now.. Your hopeful nature that everything is going to fall into your hands won't work this time. You're dealing with a rare beast. One that breathes fire yet bleeds ice. You're entering a zone where hope holds no power. This is a place where you're not allowed to relax. You've got to keep pushing and you can never give up in this unkind environment. Pause and it could be the last...
You were right about more, we'll get into that soon... First, I want to ask you if you care about the victory? Or do you care about the fact that I don't believe you have the fight in you? A part of me wonders if you even care but that is shut down quickly due to the fact at how hard you've been trying.. You obviously do care about this.. Otherwise you'd be up to your usually feeble attempts.. This time you've stepped up and I think that you might have a little more to give..
Understand this Twilight, a victory can always leave an asterisk besides a name and this could be one of those cases if it happens but it won't be next to my name.. At the end of this match, both of us will understand where we stand and I promise you Twilight. I won't be beneath you. It maybe twisted and pathetic but this heart will push me harder as each moment progresses. My complacent days are behind me. Now, at this time Twilight. I've got to focus on you and I'm going to do the best to push you out of that shell you've been in. Question is, are you ready?
(Before my eyes I see a shadow. One that is slowly growing.. I can feel the grip of a frigid being and I'm able to see my breathe as the temperature around me begins to lower..)
Don't pity me because I'm worse than your "Jeville"... I'm a lost cause. I didn't want to believe it but it's true.. I've became much like the unrelenting and raging fires that burn away the remorse that I feel day to day. The frigid grasps of the artic's hold no candle on how cold I can be.. Throughout the hours of every day I spend my life burning away my regret and empathy as I feel them.. The cold touch of death is grasping at me Twilight. Yet I can't slow down Twilight. Not yet, but one day.
For now, there must be no rest for the wicked. I'm not allowed to recoup and live a different life.. I've got to trudge on through the elements everyday while finding my own way. There is no reset button.. The pain that hits me nearly constantly from many directions in this life much like it will do in the next. The only difference now versus then is that that moment where a person falls to sleep or wakes up. That one moment of peace, it's the only rest I get and that never lasts long enough because the nightmares that live in reality also plague the depths of my mind and visit me in my sleep.. I'm always worn out and tired. I've got mostly depressing thoughts left along with hate for anyone that is even slightly happy.
I feel Steele more and more everyday Twilight. His hatred for everything happy plagues my thoughts so much that I feel as if I'm losing that one last inkling of happiness that I once held onto.. He's upset much like many of the other demons are. Lucifer should've never lead that charge. It should've been Steele the angel of war.. All of them followed the wrong person. Steele tried to tell them but none listened and now they're awaiting an agony that only they've experienced. All of them hate Lucifer..
(I reach for a pill bottle, open the lid and pour some of the bottle's contents in my mouth before chewing them up with what teeth that I had left. I momentarily feel the shock from the revealed nerves in my mouth before that pain vanishes. I wash it down with the stale beer that laid beside my bed.)
*The camera pans to look behind Rumpke on the bed. A large shadow can be seen spreading its wings. Rumpke's eyes turn black as the wings spread. He says..*
Much like we hate anything with a smile of joy.. We're coming to take what little ounce of happiness that all of you may have left... So that you may truly understand what it feels like to be the damned...
