Post by laceyroberts on Feb 27, 2015 23:15:03 GMT -6
Warning: This RP contains scenes of nudity and graphic death. reader discrestion is advised
The sound of an engine could be heard speeding down the open road, in a recluse, undeveloped part of Ontario. It was cold, but the roads were clear on this night, which was good because Lacey was driving down those roads on her Harely.
Eventually, she did see a car on the side of the road, with a transport trailer attached to it. With the car was a man with long hair, smoking a cigarette. This was actually Lacey's destination, as she was meeting up with the man. When she got to the side, she took off her helmet, and glared at the man.
Lacey: What the hell do you want now Leon?
The man, now identified as Leon, continued to smoke his cigarette, and smirked.
Leon: Hehe. Is that really any way to greet your brother?
Lacey: Considering who we are, I'd say it is. Especially in this fucken cold.
Leon: Oh come on li'l sis. It's not to cold at all.
Lacey: Speak for yourself. Unlike you, I can feel the cold still.
Leon: To true. However, I called you out here for a few reasons.
Lacey: Oh, and what may that be?
Leon: Heh. Well join me in the car for a cigarette Lacey. I'll explain everything.
Leon opened one of the doors to his car, and Lacey stepped in. Leon would go around the back, and put Lacey's Bike inside the trailer, before he got in the car, and began to drive away.
Lacey: Where are the damn cigarettes Leon?
Leon: In the dashboard.
Lacey smirked, and opened up the dashboard. The cigarettes were in a ziplock bag. She took one out, and lit it up.
Lacey: So you called me out here, middle of bumfuck nowhere, and for what?
Leon: Patience Lacey. All will be revealed soon enough.
Lacey: Better be good.
Leon: Oh it will be. That I know. But first, I must ask, how are things in UWA?
Lacey: Great. Why do you ask? I know you watch.
Leon: Yeah, but I'm not there, part of the action. It's kinda gnawing away at me.
Lacey: Yeah well I'm not exactly inviting you along. You know that.
Leon: And who says I care?
With that, Lacey slugged her brother on the arm, rather hard. They both chuckled at that. But Lacey sighed, before taking a puff of her cigarette.
Lacey: You know, for once I'd like to prove myself without having to be in yours or dad's shadows. Soon as either one of you turn up, all eyes are on you.
Leon: Well I can't help if I have a rather...magnetic personality. You have that as well Lacey, don't forget it. Well at least, from all that I've taught you.
Lacey: Yeah. I know. Don't get me wrong, you've seen how it's paid off. But still, UWA is my place to bring my brand of hell to.
Leon: From what I'm seeing, you may very well just. In fact, as much as I want to, I'm not planning on going there.
Lacey: Oh?
Leon: yup. You've done well, so it's your place. Unless of course, you fail epically like you did a few weeks back, then I'm coming in.
Lacey: Oh fuck off Leon.
Leon then chuckled at Lacey's sour attitude. Suddenly, they stopped. Lacey looked forward, to see that they were near a stone well.
Lacey: What exactly is going on Leon?
Leon: A little....test for you. But before we begin, why don't you tell me about this Faith, you're facing.
Lacey: Really? Now?
Leon: Well, why the fuck not? From what Monica told me, this Faith, has a shot at your title, even though second match in. Along with being somebody who was forced into sex slavery at the age of thirteen, and whatnot.
Lacey: What of it? I'm gonna fuck her up, and maybe actually fuck her. Plain and simple.
Leon chuckled again, before he opened up his window, and flicked his cigarette out. He looked at Lacey with a slightly disappointed look, and Lacey shot him a glare.
Lacey: Don't tell me you feel sorry for her.
Leon: No not really. But you know that there are some people that no matter what, I have a burning, deep hatred for. Priests, and child molesters being on the forefront. Of course when somebody is both, well you know that's something that makes me so sick, I have to kill.
Lacey: Oh. Right. Forgot about what happened when you were a kid.
Leon: It's part of the reason why I evolved into what I am. Why I helped you realize just what you can do. But yes, those pieces of shit, especially the one who forced her first, there's a special place in hell where no demon has any interest in being. A special place, reserved for those fucks.
Lacey: I know.
Leon: Speaking of those fucks...
Leon opened his door, and stepped out. Lacey would follow. Leon would then open up the trunk, and pulled a chubby old man out, who was gagged, blindfolded, and bound. He lifted the man up, who was struggling, before dropping him. Leon then pulled a hand gun out from the trunk. By now, Lacey was out. She even smirked at what she saw.
Lacey: So, we're here to kill somebody. Spread blood and whatnot?
Leon: Yes. But you see, this isn't exactly just anyone. No, this is a somewhat known child molester. Unfortunately, the man was able to get away with it. You know, the bullshit of laws and society and such. So instead of risking this one prick who could molest again, especially my girls, we are going to make sure this bastard is given his reservation to that special part of hell.
The man tried to yell something, but since he was gagged, he couldn't. Leon chuckled before he handed Lacey the gun. He would then follow that up with a very hard punch to the man's heart.
Leon: Oh that felt good. And there is no mercy for people like you.
Leon continued to chuckle, before he looked at Lacey. He then walked towards her, and stood beside her. She handed him back the gun, but he didn't take it.
Lacey: Well, aren't you going to kill him?
Leon: Naw. Not this time. This time, it's you who will end this man's existence. Now, how you do it, or how many bullets you put in him, is up to you.
Lacey gave Leon a somewhat shocked look. But she looked at the gun, and sighed.
Lacey: Why me though?
Leon: Simple. You need this. This is your test. To see if you are truly worthy of being more then just a human, but the hellfire goddess you could be.
Lacey looked at the gun for a second, then at the man. She has spilled people's blood before, but that was usually in bar fights. But now Leon was asking her to outright murder somebody who deserved it.
Lacey: Do we have any thin rope?
Leon: Oh, and why is that?
Lacey: Death...by Bleed out, after having his dick ripped off.
Leon: Well well Lacey. I'm impressed. That very line of thinking is a bit more then I expected, but I very much approve. However, as it is, I don't. Used up all the rope.
Lacey: Fuck! Well there is another way to give him exactly what he deserves.
Lacey walked over to the man. He was clearly freezing up due to the cold winter air. Lacey began to remove his pants, fully exposing him. She then ripped off the gag.
Man: Fuck. Please spare me.
Lacey chuckled as she walked away from the man. Leon sighed, not wanting to see another man's junk. But Lacey then pointed the gun at the man, and really let herself laugh in an insane matter.
Lacey: Pricks like who, who go after children, don't deserve a shred of mercy.
Lacey pointed the gun at the man. But before she pulled the trigger, she lowered her aim. She pulled the trigger, and the shot went right for her intended target. His groin. The man screamed in agony, before Leon moved forward. He had slipped on some plastic to cover himself. He grabbed the man, and sent him down the deep well.
Lacey: No doubt he will bleed out from that.
Leon: Indeed. But how do you feel now? Having outright killed?
Lacey: I...I don't feel to guilty. Felt I did what should have been done.
Leon: Exactly. For people like him, they do deserve it. But what about anyone else? Do you have any desire to kill then.
Lacey sighed,as she handed the gun to Leon. He wiped it down, before putting it back in his trunk.
Lacey: Not really. Rather mindfuck people to be honest. along with fighting, of course. If they die due to them, then that just proves i'm just to damn good at what I do.
Leon chuckled at that. He then went to the backseat, and pulled out a couple containers of gasoline, and poured the gasoline into the well. He then took out a match, struck one, and lit the book on fire, before dropping it into the well, setting the child molester at the bottom ablaze. Then then took off his plastic cover suite and tossed it in as well.
Lacey: Well it's good thing you planned this out.
Leon: Yup. Now we'll need to pour more gas on, so come help me.
Leon and Lacey walked over to the car, taking out a few more containers. Then then poured all the gas from them in. The man was really screaming, but that quickly died down. Once all the gasoline was dumped into the well, they let the fire go, as it would erase any evidence.
Leon: That won't last all night, which is good. But now, we need to clean up the blood on the snow.
Lacey sighed, and agreed. Leon went into the back seat of his car again, and got out a couple shovels. They then scooped up all the snow that had blood on it, and poured it into the well. The snow didn't affect the blaze that was going on in there.
Lacey: What now?
Leon: We go home. I do hope that this doesn't affect your focus. Afterall, I'd hate for you to lose your title due to your mind not being focused.
Lacey: Do I look like this little trip has affected me?
Leon: Not really. Then again this isn't the first time you've seen somebody die. Just the first time you've caused it, as far as I know.
Lacey: Yes. As far as you know.
Leon couldn't help but chuckle at Lacey's choice words. Lacey would soon follow. They would both get back into Leon's car, and Leon drove away from where the man was dying.
Leon: I still stand by what I said. Do not fail. Though with your track record, you haven't thus far, so i don't have much to worry about. Just make sure this...Faith....realizes that who she seeks guidance from, was the is from the wrong source.
Lacey: I intend to.
The next morning, Lacey was back in her apartment. She had been awake for a while, and had even gotten some last minute training in to help her focus on her upcoming match.
She also had just heard about what Faith had to say about her. It brought a rather wicked smile to her face.
Lacey: Seems this little bitch has some bark in her afterall. Of course, now we just need to see if there is any bite to this bark. Regardless, it's not going to change a thing.
Lacey smirked. She got up from her computer, and went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, and a cigarette. She lit up her cigarette, and uncapped her water, before sitting back down and opening up her recording program.
Lacey: You know, I must admit that when people try to lash out at me for me speaking my mind, it's extremely amusing. To see how my words just cut deep, as people try to explain their side, making themselves look even more pitiful then they actually are. At least to the masses. To me, it's exactly how I see them all as.
Which is exactly what has happened with our dear, naive little girl, Faith Robertson. Oh yes. She has reacted in a very defensive way. Defensive, over how I shot down her beliefs like what they are...NOTHING!
This is also along with how I told her she never had any fight. Guess what, she claimed she did. you want to know howcliche that was? that was more cliche then a bad writtenB rated horror movie. That's bad, but oh so amusing.
Lacey chuckled once again,before taking a swig of her water. She quickly took a drag of her cigarette, before putting it down in an ashtray she kept out.
Lacey: Listen up honey. You really should have take Amy Zing's approach as an example of now how to deal with me. Then again, I just have that affect on people, where they lose their fucken minds!
You may have claimed, that you were showing everything about you, as a way to show you're not afraid of anything, or anyone. Well not everyone can applaud you for being open on your horrific past. There are those who buy into it and want to see you succeed. Then of course, there are people like me, who will turn that against you, just because they can.
For example, you speak of little Ben. Your younger brother. What's to stop me from going out to find him myself, dead or alive? Nothing really. Nor would there be anything to stop me from doing what I want, especially if alive. But in the very, very small interest of fairness hon, you won't have to worry about that. At least for now.
As for you, well you're not safe. Not safe from an environment that endorses violence. You're not safe, against a well trained fighter, with a naturally born killer instinct. That is what you face.
But if you're looking for something positive from me, well I guess it would be, if those jackoffs that did torture you, especially when you were underage...Well if they got what they deserve, then good for you. If not, well that can be taken care of, because as much of a crazy, evil, manipulative lunatic bitch that people call me, all which I say thank you for...There is a special place in hell for those pricks, and I will be more then happy to throw them all in there myself.
Lacey had chuckled for a second, remembering what she and Leon had just done the night before, as they killed a child molester she picked up her cigarette, and took another drag of it.
Lacey: You got to admit though, what they did to you, made you interesting. Because if you hadn't had that shit happen to you, and still decided to join wrestling, well you'd just be another cutout little diva, somebody who's not fit for UWA. Though now that I think about it, it makes no difference.
So come on then, my little muse. Prove to me that you can back up those words. Prove to me, you actually do have fight, or that you are being rewarded for your new found devotion to God. Because when you try to prove me wrong, that's the sweetest part of every victory. The disappointment, knowing that you failed to prove me wrong.
As I said before. If God actually cared, you would not have been in the situation you have been put in. No. Rather he did that, so he could have a laugh at your expense, and manipulate you into worshiping him.
Yeah, I said it. You, much like everyone else who worships him, has been manipulated into doing so. I give that bastard credit for being the original and best. Least with hell, you do either get what you deserve, or you just have to pay a price to get what you want. Think about that Faith.
Of course, you're to damn blinded by that so called savior of yours, to see the real truth, and how you may very well be continuing this viscious cycle you have been forced to go through.
Lacey coughed for a second, feeling a bit of a dry throat at the moment. She opened up her water bottle, and took a big swig of it, followed by taking a long drag from her cigarette. It was at that point, it was done, so she butted it out.
Lacey: Your nightmare isn't over. Rather it's only just begun. Once this match is over, your nightmares will include me, exposing you, humiliating you, and laughing at you. Because come Tragic engagement, I will show you your place, and why you are only a something to do. Boss is smart enough to at least have me fight on the show, and really, it wouldn't have mattered who I faced. Because much like how you're going to be, everyone else would be seeing their lives flash before their eyes, before simply being on their knees before me.
So now Faith, let's see what you're made of. Let's see, how well you can fair against me, Lady Mayhem, before you are to see your fate. You're in my world now Faith. And you will learn just how fruitless your current beliefs are. Let's see how much fight you have, before you succumb to the Reaper's Scythe!
