Post by UWAStaff on Jul 17, 2015 22:06:33 GMT -6
::The U.W.A. Channel was right in the middle of a live broadcast of the Frazer Freeman video package. The video was running smoothly and then without warning the feed just seemed to...cut. It was seamless, perfect in it's execution. One second you are looking at Freeman and the next a blank screen with a flashing cursor. Like that of a computer waiting for input.
The screen sat on this for only a moment before the cursor began to move. Letter by letter and then it was clear that someone, had actually hacked the U.W.A. Streaming service and was typing a message. Little by little the message was received.::
I have waited long enough. For nearly two weeks I have waited for words to be spoken. Some kind of message to be delivered and yet nothing. So I have decided to take matters into my own hands. A little break from the norm. A little history lesson and then maybe he will come out of whatever hole he is hiding in.
::What came next was a second sudden change to the system. The blinking message disappeared and a video image appeared. The video showed a broken down basement with a single mattress sitting in the center of the room. The entire place was filthy, with torn....no shredded clothing all throughout the room.
In the center of the room was a pole planted firmly in the ground with a chain attached to the pole. Sitting on the bed was a girl who couldn't have been more then sixteen. Her hair was jet black and filthy. She wore little more then a long t-shirt and sat with an expression that could have only have been resigned misery.
The door at the top of the stairs leading out of the basement exploded outwards as someone kicked it in and a teenage boy ran down the stairs. The boy was seventeen, perhaps eighteen with long brown hair and a grunge look about him. Cargo shorts and a mesh t-shirt. He looked remarkably like The Morning Star Michael Rivers, but it was clearly an actor.
The boy raced down the stairs and quickly unchained the girl who clearly protested until the boy finally grabbed her by the hand and yanked her to her feet. The video was clear when he took her by the face in both hands and screamed “RUN!” and the two of them raced up the stairs.
All of this was done in silence as over the video the song “Without You” by Breaking Benjamin was playing. As the two disappeared up the stairs the screen again shifted to the blinking screen and the words began to appear a letter at a time.::
I told her all she had was this one last chance. She had to get away from them. They were....torturing this poor child. I couldn't turn my back on her. Not after what I had seen. Not being raised like I was. I told her 'I can save what is left of you Dollie. Now RUN!'
::Again the change happened seamlessly and this time the two teenagers ran through the trees and emerged in a backyard of a beautiful two story house. Obviously old, but beautiful none the less. The two of them ran up the back stairs and into the kitchen where a pair of adults waited.
The woman stood near the stove in a very pretty sundress. She was in her early forties with a sever bun. The man sat at the table reading a paper and smoking a pipe. It was strange to realize that this scene, like something out of leave it to beaver was so near to the horror that was that other building.
The woman, obviously his mother turned and immediately began to yell at the girl. The dark haired girl reacted by slinking into the corner of the kitchen and bracing like she expected to be attacked. Michael, or the boy who looked remarkably like him, immediately placed himself between the woman and the girl and the two and him and his mother began to scream at one another.
The screen then changed to the flashing cursor again.::
My parents had become.....protective after the abduction of my sister. It turned in later years into a phobia of strangers. They pulled me out of school. Strictly monitored what I watched and where I went. This is why I snuck out at night so often. Even seeing this girl, in the condition she was in, did not break them from this trance. She was a stranger. She was dirty. She was worthless and scum. She needed to leave their house. I, of course, refused.
::When the image changed again the older men went for the girl and grabbed her by the forearm to lift her up but the second he touched her arm she opened her mouth. Clearly a scream and Michael acted. He turned and planted his palms into his father armpits and launched him onto the table where he rolled and fell to the floor.
Micheal’s mother responded in kind by slapping Michael hard across the face. Michael stared at her in shock as she pointed down at the kneeling girl and continued to scream things. Even without audio as “Without you” continued it was clear she said “That fucking slut” at least one.
That's when the girl launched herself at the older woman and tackled her around the waist. With his mother on the ground the girl began to claw at her.
The image then changed again to the blinking cursor.::
It was when my mother hit me. She took all their abuse. All their name calling....but when someone hurt me she reacted. That's when that started. It was that way from then on. She never defended herself....she deserved whatever anyone did to her. She never lifted a finger to stop them from hurting her....physically or sexually....or if anyone touched me she would freak out.
She told me she was dirty.....and I was pure. I saved her. I was her Angel
::The screen shifted again to show Michael pulling this woman off his mother. The girl kicked and screamed trying to get at his mother and only when he turned her to face him did she bury her face in his shoulder and cried. Michael turned to his parents then and talked to them a moment before he led the dark haired girl upstairs.
They were only upstairs a few moments before they reappeared each carrying a backpack in one hand and he had his wallet in the other. Michael walked through the kitchen to find his parents barring the door....and he walked right through them with the dark haired girl in tow.
As he disappeared the screen changed again.::
They told me she couldn't stay with us.....and I wasn't about to send her back to that hell so we left. She asked me, as we waited for the bus if I would stay awake. She couldn't face the dark. Not without someone....So I decided to be that someone. I told her I am without her. The end. She needed a Guardian Angel....and the Lord sent her one.
You all have to be wondering where all of this came from. What all of this matters....Well it does. Her Guardian Angel....Fell. He became the Morning star and this is the story of how. And what happened when he hit the ground. Nothing more.
::When the scene changed this time it was to a live feed. Michael sat on the edge of a bed overlooking the arena wearing only a pair of boxers. Someone held the camera behind him to show his back. The entire back was a pair of feathered angel wings....but colored in black. His head was hung and every now and then he lifted a glass of Bourbon and drank.::
Woman's Voice: “Did you need to do this Michael?”
Michael: “Her story needs to be told. If only to remind me of why I am here.”
Woman: “....And to maybe stop it from happening to someone else?”
::Michael then lifted his hands and showed his knuckles. “N.E.V.E.R.” “A.G.A.I.N.” on his hands and then lowered then and took the glass up.::
Woman: “You ready for Tristan?”
Michael: “I could use a little relaxation.”
Woman: “Oh.....is that right?”
::The little hand held camera dropped on the bed. The woman who came around the bed was slender, blond and short. And wearing only a pair of pink lace panties and a bra combo. The last thing the camera see's before Michael reaches back and unplugs the feed, was a head of blond hair disappearing toward his lap.::
The screen sat on this for only a moment before the cursor began to move. Letter by letter and then it was clear that someone, had actually hacked the U.W.A. Streaming service and was typing a message. Little by little the message was received.::
I have waited long enough. For nearly two weeks I have waited for words to be spoken. Some kind of message to be delivered and yet nothing. So I have decided to take matters into my own hands. A little break from the norm. A little history lesson and then maybe he will come out of whatever hole he is hiding in.
::What came next was a second sudden change to the system. The blinking message disappeared and a video image appeared. The video showed a broken down basement with a single mattress sitting in the center of the room. The entire place was filthy, with torn....no shredded clothing all throughout the room.
In the center of the room was a pole planted firmly in the ground with a chain attached to the pole. Sitting on the bed was a girl who couldn't have been more then sixteen. Her hair was jet black and filthy. She wore little more then a long t-shirt and sat with an expression that could have only have been resigned misery.
The door at the top of the stairs leading out of the basement exploded outwards as someone kicked it in and a teenage boy ran down the stairs. The boy was seventeen, perhaps eighteen with long brown hair and a grunge look about him. Cargo shorts and a mesh t-shirt. He looked remarkably like The Morning Star Michael Rivers, but it was clearly an actor.
The boy raced down the stairs and quickly unchained the girl who clearly protested until the boy finally grabbed her by the hand and yanked her to her feet. The video was clear when he took her by the face in both hands and screamed “RUN!” and the two of them raced up the stairs.
All of this was done in silence as over the video the song “Without You” by Breaking Benjamin was playing. As the two disappeared up the stairs the screen again shifted to the blinking screen and the words began to appear a letter at a time.::
I told her all she had was this one last chance. She had to get away from them. They were....torturing this poor child. I couldn't turn my back on her. Not after what I had seen. Not being raised like I was. I told her 'I can save what is left of you Dollie. Now RUN!'
::Again the change happened seamlessly and this time the two teenagers ran through the trees and emerged in a backyard of a beautiful two story house. Obviously old, but beautiful none the less. The two of them ran up the back stairs and into the kitchen where a pair of adults waited.
The woman stood near the stove in a very pretty sundress. She was in her early forties with a sever bun. The man sat at the table reading a paper and smoking a pipe. It was strange to realize that this scene, like something out of leave it to beaver was so near to the horror that was that other building.
The woman, obviously his mother turned and immediately began to yell at the girl. The dark haired girl reacted by slinking into the corner of the kitchen and bracing like she expected to be attacked. Michael, or the boy who looked remarkably like him, immediately placed himself between the woman and the girl and the two and him and his mother began to scream at one another.
The screen then changed to the flashing cursor again.::
My parents had become.....protective after the abduction of my sister. It turned in later years into a phobia of strangers. They pulled me out of school. Strictly monitored what I watched and where I went. This is why I snuck out at night so often. Even seeing this girl, in the condition she was in, did not break them from this trance. She was a stranger. She was dirty. She was worthless and scum. She needed to leave their house. I, of course, refused.
::When the image changed again the older men went for the girl and grabbed her by the forearm to lift her up but the second he touched her arm she opened her mouth. Clearly a scream and Michael acted. He turned and planted his palms into his father armpits and launched him onto the table where he rolled and fell to the floor.
Micheal’s mother responded in kind by slapping Michael hard across the face. Michael stared at her in shock as she pointed down at the kneeling girl and continued to scream things. Even without audio as “Without you” continued it was clear she said “That fucking slut” at least one.
That's when the girl launched herself at the older woman and tackled her around the waist. With his mother on the ground the girl began to claw at her.
The image then changed again to the blinking cursor.::
It was when my mother hit me. She took all their abuse. All their name calling....but when someone hurt me she reacted. That's when that started. It was that way from then on. She never defended herself....she deserved whatever anyone did to her. She never lifted a finger to stop them from hurting her....physically or sexually....or if anyone touched me she would freak out.
She told me she was dirty.....and I was pure. I saved her. I was her Angel
::The screen shifted again to show Michael pulling this woman off his mother. The girl kicked and screamed trying to get at his mother and only when he turned her to face him did she bury her face in his shoulder and cried. Michael turned to his parents then and talked to them a moment before he led the dark haired girl upstairs.
They were only upstairs a few moments before they reappeared each carrying a backpack in one hand and he had his wallet in the other. Michael walked through the kitchen to find his parents barring the door....and he walked right through them with the dark haired girl in tow.
As he disappeared the screen changed again.::
They told me she couldn't stay with us.....and I wasn't about to send her back to that hell so we left. She asked me, as we waited for the bus if I would stay awake. She couldn't face the dark. Not without someone....So I decided to be that someone. I told her I am without her. The end. She needed a Guardian Angel....and the Lord sent her one.
You all have to be wondering where all of this came from. What all of this matters....Well it does. Her Guardian Angel....Fell. He became the Morning star and this is the story of how. And what happened when he hit the ground. Nothing more.
::When the scene changed this time it was to a live feed. Michael sat on the edge of a bed overlooking the arena wearing only a pair of boxers. Someone held the camera behind him to show his back. The entire back was a pair of feathered angel wings....but colored in black. His head was hung and every now and then he lifted a glass of Bourbon and drank.::
Woman's Voice: “Did you need to do this Michael?”
Michael: “Her story needs to be told. If only to remind me of why I am here.”
Woman: “....And to maybe stop it from happening to someone else?”
::Michael then lifted his hands and showed his knuckles. “N.E.V.E.R.” “A.G.A.I.N.” on his hands and then lowered then and took the glass up.::
Woman: “You ready for Tristan?”
Michael: “I could use a little relaxation.”
Woman: “Oh.....is that right?”
::The little hand held camera dropped on the bed. The woman who came around the bed was slender, blond and short. And wearing only a pair of pink lace panties and a bra combo. The last thing the camera see's before Michael reaches back and unplugs the feed, was a head of blond hair disappearing toward his lap.::