Post by The Morning Star on Sept 18, 2015 20:58:55 GMT -6
-Sunrise hospital and Medical Center-
The crowded hallways of the hospital opened up around the strange man who seemed to float through them like a ghost. The nurses and doctors, orderlies and food staff, none of them seemed to even notice his presence. The man wore a simple pair of cargo pants and a black T-shirt. His long multi colored hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he carried the little hand held camera that filmed this trek through the corridors.
Every now and then this silent monster would turn and look into a room. In the first the camera was treated to a old man crying hysterically as nurses tried to pull him from the room and the doctors were beginning chest compression on a elderly woman.
Michael chuckled.
As Michael continued to walk he turned the camera on the next room and found a priest standing over the body of a comatose boy barely into middle school. His parents hovered nearby in the corner as the man prayed, perhaps even the last rites.
Michael froze at the sight of that collar and his eyes narrowed on the holy man. His hands curled into what could only be called claws, palms arching and fingers jutting out like he wanted to tear the man's very throat out, but he forced himself to calm down. He had a mission here and sending one of his father's bible thumpers back to his feet wasn't on the menu.
Michael forced himself to move on until he came to the window he wanted. The sleeping man in the bed was obvious to the U.W.A. Viewership. The Silver Baron laid comatose in bed alone in his room.
Michael: “Silver.....Baron. How easy it would be to end this now, but where is the fun in that? Where is the torment? The delicious tears that pour down the faces of your loved ones like wine? No....not yet.”
Michael leaned forward to peer into the window closer and actually ran his tongue up the cold glass of the viewing window. After this he leans back and runs his fingers over the wet spot on the glass smearing a inverted cross in the saliva.
Michael Rivers: “Soon.”
-Video-
The hand held video he had recording all of this suddenly then went static and reopened to somewhere new. It was a series of still images of a black haired Gothic woman, no longer the girl who had been scene before and a older Michael rivers, now wearing the rainbow hair. Still images showed photos of them getting into the wrestling business side by side and wrestling little Indy shows before breaking it into the majors.
A video then rolls of actual footage from a large wrestling company. A World Title match was ending and the Champion, a large black haired beast of a man, was celebrating his win when a strange couple came through the curtain. Standing at the bottom of the ramp was a cage made of a vicious looking razor mesh.
The rainbow haired Michael locked the Gothic vixen in the strange cage and then the two began actively and passionately kiss through the razor mesh. The mesh ripping into her mouth and chin, slicing his lips, jaw and cheek as they kissed passionately. Blood begins to run down each of their faces and down to their chests.
More still images began. Photo's from a website which read “Gothic Hot: Dahlia and Carnage debut with a bloody kiss.” another which shows “Carnage breaks the record for longest reigning United States Championship Reign.” and another flashes across the scene which reads “Gothic Hot wins second Woman's Championship!” and finally a magazine cover which showed the two of them standing back to back her holding the Woman's Championship and him the World Championship and the words “Wrestling's new Power Couple.”
The image of that cover stays on the screen for longer then any image as the chords for “Give me a sign” begin to play.” As the words begin to play it shows the actress playing Dahlia sitting alone on a hotel room bed staring down at all the photos and magazines that she is now on. She can hear the fans screaming from ten floors down.
“I'm all out of breath. My walls are closing in.”
Dahlia reaches up and grabs her hair and begins to rock herself back and forth. After a moment she is no longer gripping her hair, but actively yanking it, trying to rip the beautiful raven black hair from her head.
“I can feel you falling away. No longer the lost. No longer the same. And I can see you starting to break.”
As the tears begin to stream down the woman's beautiful face the door opens and Michael walks in. Instantly he see's her having an episode and sprints across the room to her. As soon as he reaches the bed he pulls her into his arms and she grabs two handfuls of his shirt and buries her face in his chest.
“I'll keep you alive, if you show me the way. Forever and ever. The scars will remain. I'm falling apart. Leave me here forever in the dark.....”
Dahlia cries as Michael reaches down and picks up a hand written letter from a fan. It was signed simply “M” the letter describes how great Dahlia is. That she is a hero and that every girl should have her life. Michael crushes the letter in his fist and Dahlia looks up, her tear streaked face pleading.
Dahlia: “Dollie didn't mean it Pure! Dahlia didn't mean to make girls want to be like Dollie! I promise Pure! Dollie didn't mean it! Please don't let Daddy hurt them Pure....PLEASE!”
Carnage: “Shhhhh.”
Michael pulls Dahlia into his lap and rocks her back and forth as her panic rises. As this happens the video fades to black with the words “She didn't adjust to fame well.....” written across the screen.....
-Sunrise hospital and Medical Center-
…..before the camera feed on the security camera in Silver Baron's room but Michael is no longer standing outside the window. The speaking voices of Dr. Shelbourne, Dannie and Marlena were heard speaking from somewhere close and once their voices fell silent the door to the bathroom slowly pushes open and standing inside like a ghost is the form of Michael Rivers.
He crosses the cold tile floor to his side and leans down speaking in a voice which is barely audible. Baron doesn't even react, show a single moment of knowledge that he is there.
Michael: “So many people who care. So many people....i could have taken from you Baron....but that was never the plan. You have something I want.....and I will have it.”
As he finished these words the door opened and a beautiful red haired nurse walks in. She stops dead seeing him and her eyes narrow.
Nurse: “Friend or Family?”
Michael smirks slightly and crosses the room until he was brushing past her, the back of his hand brushing her outer thigh, causing her to shutter at the chill that sent down her spine.
Michael: “Definitely neither.”
The nurse turns to watch Michael walk silently down the hallway until he was out of sight. The camera watching the room then suddenly shifted to static......
-Video-
….Before the video begins to play again. This time it shows the beautiful Gothic Hot during a photo shoot. She was wearing a gorgeous purple and black bikini and posing for a calender of wrestling’s hottest women. Carnage stood watch over her until it was over and she quickly covered her exposed body and rushed to Carnage's side. Carnage slid a arm around her waist and tugged at the robe and she shook her head so firmly her hair flew around her face.
“Daylight dies. Black out the sky. Does anyone care? Is anybody there?”
Dahlia: “Please no Pure? To many people.....Dollie don't like it here.”
Carnage: “Dollie want to go home?”
Dahlia: “Please Pure?”
“Take this life. Empty inside. I'm already dead.....”
Carnage looked over at the photographer and the man nodded that they were done so he led Dahlia toward the exit. As they neared the exit a red haired woman in her late thirties stepped forward. She had a wild look in her eyes, but a truly beautiful face.
Woman: “Why didn't you answer me Dahlia? I am your biggest fan!”
Dahlia shrank back next to Carnage.
Dahlia: “Dollie don't know you.....”
Woman: “I am M!”
The reaction on Dahlia was instant. Her eyes widened and she actually seemed to grow afraid. Carnage however soothed her hair back and whispered there was nothing to fear. Dahlia nodded doubtfully and swallowed then looked at the woman.
Dahlia: “Dollie say there don't need to be more me's.”
M: “But there is a need! We need more strong women!”
Dahlia: “NO! There aren't enough Pure's to help them! MINE!”
Dahlia pushes past the woman and away from Carnage sobbing. Carnage understood. He excused himself and followed Dahlia out to the car and found her curled up in the back seat. Carnage slid behind the wheel and looked in the rear view at Dahlia rocking herself back and forth. She was whispering to herself.
Dahlia: “Please no more.....please Daddy.....Dollie don't like it.....please it hurts.....”
Carnage gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white and the rage danced in his eyes and across his face.
“i can feel you falling away.....and I can see you starting to break. I'll keep you alive, if you show me the way....forever....and ever and the scars will remain. I'm falling apart.....”
the image once again went black and the words appeared.
“I realized then.....she never left that basement. She lived there even years later. They were hurting her....even after all I had done to save her.....”
The camera then shifts.....
-Sunrise hospital and Medical Center-
….back to the hospital but now it's the hand held camera. He was standing at the nurses station, behind the counter and watching as Dr. Shelbourne and Lacey celebrate Silver Baron waking up and a little satisfied smile comes to touch his lips.
Michael: “Good. You did it. You settled yourself. No half a man....could hope to defeat The Morning Star. Not mere man can.....but certainty no half a man. Good.....”
As he spoke these words the red headed nurse that had ushered him from Baron's room approaches him meekly with her head bowed and a little quiver on her lips.
Michael: “Yes?”
Nurse: “I spoke to her Sir.....”
Michael: “And?”
Nurse: “She was....displeased that I allowed my desire to get away from me. That she was not able to be present....which you showed me the truth.”
Michael: “And?”
Nurse: “I must report....for punishment for my transgression.”
Michael then reaches up and grasps a handful of her hair and slowly begins to bend her head backwards, arching her back and causing her legs to tremble. The lowest, almost whining moan escapes her then.
Michael: “Was it forth it? For the taste on your tongue?”
Nurse: “Oh god yes.....”
Michael chuckles and shoves her head away. The nurse staggers away and Micheal’s eyes go back to the celebrating room of people.
Michael: “Before you go and get your just punishment. Tell me when they leave.”
Nurse: “Yes.....”
Micheal’s eyes shoot to the side and she viably flinches back and whimpers.
Nurse: “Yes Master.”
Michael lifts a finger and points warningly at her face then turns and walks from the nurses station and the handheld camera goes to static again.....
-Video-
….And comes back to a hotel room. Dahlia sits alone on the bed again surrounded by pictures of herself from photo shoots, wrestling magazines and finally dozens of opened letters all scattered around. As the camera pans around phrases seemed to jump off to be read by the camera.
M: “Why are you ignoring me?”
M: “We could have been sisters!”
“God help me, I’ve come undone. Out of the light of the sun.”
M: “How dare you not do as you are told!”
M: “I will make you pay for disappointing all those fans! You two cannot retire!”
“God help me, I’ve come undone. Out of the light of the sun.”
Dahlia reaches down on the bed and grabs a pair of scissors and begins to hack off chunks of her hair from all over her head, shrieking all the time. After she had finished in butchering her hair Dahlia rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom to look at herself, but as soon as she see's her reflection she lashes out and slams her palm into the mirror.
“Give me a sign. Theirs something buried in the words. Give me a sign. Your tears are adding to the flood.”
Dahlia immediately drops to the floor and grabs a towel, pressing it to her badly bleeding palm and begins to cry.
“Give me a sign. Theirs something buried in the words. Give me a sign. Your tears are adding to the flood.”
As she sat their sobbing the door bell rang and she slowly rose sniffling. She was only wearing a long shirt that exposed her long, pale and toned legs. She figured Pure had forgotten his key as she pulls the door open.
“Forever....and ever....the scars will remain.”
Standing on the other side of the door was the red haired woman simply known as M and the camera went black, this time there were no words.
-LV Strip-
The Pleasure dome stood wide and proud across from where Michael stood. Inside the Knights partied. They celebrated. They made threats. They made promises that they couldn't keep. It would be so easy to walk into this place and finish this, but where was the fun in that? Where was the money? The challenge? Where were the people to watch Baron suffer?
Michael stepped forward off the curb, intending to have a little fun when his cell phone lit up. This froze him in place as he pulled it from his pocket and looked down at the display. The Display simply said “Her” and he hit the speaker button.
Michael: “I am busy currently dear.”
Woman: “YOU ACTED IN IT!”
The woman, whoever she was, was pissed.
Woman: “It's one thing to film these damned things, I get that Michael....i do but you actually appeared in this last one.”
Micheal’s eyes narrowed and for a moment, it appeared to be.....pain in his eyes.
Michael: “Get ready to air it.”
Woman: “....That couldn't have been......”
Michael: “Just air it!”
Michael slammed the phone off button and turned and walked away from the Pleasure Dome. Now wasn't the time. Not with his biggest, most powerful demon about to be aired for the world to see. Michael set the hand held camera on a ledge pointed into the alley and walked into it and away from his prey.
The camera stayed on him a moment before the feed shifts to black as the feed was hacked once again.....
-Video-
There was no delay in the music of this video. As soon as the feed shifts, while the camera is still black it begins. The soft strumming of a guitar and a single man's voice.
“Take it back. I would take it back. For just another minute. Just another chance with you.”
The video feed finally started and Michael walked from a hotel elevator. This wasn't the actor who played “Carnage” in so many of the scenes, but Michael himself. He carried a bag of fast food, the bag showing the signs of the grease. He immediately knew something was wrong. The hallway was to quiet. Empty. Silent.
“Give it up. I would give everything up. Every last breath. Every first taste....for you. Just to make it alright. Just to make it alright.”
Michael walked down the hallway until he came his hotel room door and found it open. The hotel room was trashed. Someone has been in a fight in this room. A sense of dread began to quell deep within him as he crossed the opened threshold.
“But it's too late, to go back. I can see the darkness, through the cracks. Daylight fading. I curse the breaking. The day is gone......”
The table was overturned and the sheets pulled off the bed. Shattered glass was scattered throughout the room. When he got to the center of the room he saw a pair of pale, toned legs sticking out of the bathroom door. And then he saw the blood.
“Run away. I'll just run away. Like a child, from all of them to you. And now I see, my most constant mistake. Is I don't know what I love....til it's gone.”
The tears began to run down Micheal’s face as he came around the corner to the bathroom. Dahlia laid on the floor in the center of the room lying in a pool of blood. Her eyes, once so beautiful a pale green now stood empty and glassed over. Her face was slashed, and her raven hair was dripping with her own blood.
“But it's too late. To go back. I can see the darkness through the cracks......”
Michael drops to his knees next to her and crawls on his hands and knees, his palms and jeans immediately becoming soaked in the blood of the only woman he had ever loved. The camera filming this recreation caught the true tears streaming down his face as he whispered her name over and over again but she didn't move. He begged her to answer, but she laid still.
“It's too late to go back. I let the darkness seep through the cracks. Love is bleeding. I curse my breathing. My day is gone.”
Michael pulls the lifeless form of the childlike woman he has protected since she was fifteen and held her tight to his chest. As he rocked back and forth Michael let out a inhuman wail of misery, a wracking, sobbing shriek of inhuman agony.
And then something changed. The light that had danced in his eyes when he looked at her....slowly died. His brows narrowed down into a scowl. The man who has cared for this woman so tenderly wasn't holding her anymore.
Her Guardian Angel was gone.
Her Pure, was stained in her blood.
He was something else now. Something darker. Something evil.
A part of him died.....with Dahlia.
