Post by Aerynn Donnelly on Jul 11, 2014 22:16:26 GMT -6
>>> 6 July 2014 – Dublin, Ireland <<<
They landed in Ireland the morning of the 5th of July. It took them about an hour or so to get through customs and to get their bags from the turn-style at the airport. It took another hour to get to the hotel and get checked in. Aerynn didn't waste any time getting a shower and changed. While Logan was showering, Aerynn placed a few phone calls.
One was to her uncle to let him know that she was in the country. So they set up a time to meet. The next was to the hospice center that her father had been admitted to. She informed them that she was also in the country and would be coming by shortly to visit her father. The lovely nun who she was speaking to informed her that he was currently sedated and being kept comfortable. Aerynn thanked the woman and rang off.
There were a couple of more calls that she made that were important to their trip, but once they were done, she sat on the bed and pulled out her tablet.
She was going through the U.W.A. website and once again watching Kyle Travis' promo as Logan came out of the bathroom from his shower. He looked at her and seen the absolute look of concentration on her face.
Logan: “Everything ok, babe?”
Aerynn looked up at him and smirked lightly.
Aerynn: “Ye know.. I swear tha' man doesna know how tae say anythin' more than whot he's already spewed from his mouth a million times already.”
She shrugged lightly and shook her head.
Aerynn: “I'll deal wit' tha' later though. We have tae get goin'. I already called me Uncle an' tha hospice center where me da is. They're expectin' us. We'll be meetin' wit' me Uncle t'morrow. We're havin' dinner.”
Logan nodded and started to get dressed.
As he did, she gathered up her purse and pulled on her boots. She glanced at him and laughed.
Aerynn: “Surely, yer nae wearin' jus' tha', love. It's chilly right now.”
Logan looked down at his t-shirt and jeans. Then back to her.
Logan: “What? It can't be that cold out. Come on!”
Aerynn moved over to turn the television on and put it on the local weather channel.
T.V. News Anchor: “T'day tis gonna be a chilly day out. The temperature fer tha day is goin' tae be around eighteen degrees, Celsius. Tha's sixty-five fer those o' ye visitin' us from 'nother country.”
Aerynn pointed to the television and laughed softly as Logan began to grumble and pull out a sweater. Aerynn laughed loudly at that and they turned to head out of the hotel.
>>> Thirty Minutes Later <<<
Aerynn and Logan were walking into the front doors of the hospice home that her father had been taken to and stopped at the front desk.
The young nun sitting behind the desk and stood up when Aerynn and Logan approached. She smiled softly before speaking.
Young Nun: “Aye, mornin', Miss. How may I help ye?”
Aerynn looked at the girl. “She's so young!”, Aerynn thought to herself as the girl stood up to greet them.
Aerynn: “Mornin', m'name's Aerynn Donnelly. I'm here tae see me da. I jus' need tae know whot room he's in. An' how tae get there.”
The young nun nodded lightly and sat back down to pull up the needed information. Once it was obtained she gave Aerynn the information.
They headed down the hallway and as they reached the room where her father was, a doctor came out of the room.
Doctor: “Miss Donnelly..”
He began. But Aerynn seen the look on his face and that's all she needed. She took a step backwards and shook her head.
Aerynn: “.....Nae.....”
She pushed forward and started towards the room. Her hands reached out to grab the doctor by the shoulder to shove him out of the way. Logan tried to grab for her, but she was too fast.
Logan: “Aerynn, wait...”
She was in the room and rushing over to her father's bedside before Logan could grab her. He apologized to the doctor, who reassured him that it was ok and that he was fine.
As Logan entered the room, he seen Aerynn kneeling beside the bed holding her father's hand. She had it pressed to her forehead and her shoulders were shaking. She lifted her head and the only sound that came was a strangled cry of grief and pain.
Logan made his way over to her and by the time he reached her, she had lowered her head back down. Her breathing had evened out and she stood up. She was staring down at her father's face and something in her...snapped.
Logan knew that look. Logan knew that look very well.
Logan: “Aerynn?”
He started. But the moment he spoke her name, her entire back stiffened up. Her chin lifted up and without another word spoken, she walked out of the room.
>>> 8 July 2014 – Glasnevin Cemetery – Dublin, Ireland <<<
It was raining. Not hard, but enough that it felt as if the very heavens was weeping at the loss of one of it's very own angels on Earth.
Aerynn Donnelly was standing at the grave site of her father. Barely hearing the eulogy that the priest was speaking as they all stood there.
Logan had stepped in for Aerynn and made all of the funeral arrangements for her while she spent time with the extended family and friends. Or, while they tried to spend time with her.
She hadn't spoken a word to hardly anyone since that day.
“I was too late.”, was all that kept going through her head. “Too late.”
Now standing at the grave site, the rage built. That is, until a young nun came up to stand beside her after the priest finished his blessing and the services ended. The young nun couldn't have been more than twenty-two at the most.
The look in her eyes spoke volumes of the sadness and grief that she was feeling. Her voice, even more so.
Nun: “Miss Donnelly, I'm so sorry.”
Aerynn didn't say anything. She barely even blinked.
Nun: “Yer father had jus' come back tae tha house nae two days 'fore he passed.”
Those words had Aerynn turning to look at the young nun.
Aerynn: “Whot do ye mean he hadna been there? Where'd he go?”
The young nun shrunk back a bit from the low, growly tone of Aerynn's voice. But she continued.
Nun: “Yer da? He had a visitor. A young man tha' came tae see him. He'd been gone 'bout a week 'r so 'fore he passed, Miss.”
Aerynn's jaw clenched as listened to the woman.
Aerynn: “An' whot did this man look like?”
The young nun shrugged and shook her head.
Nun: “I dinna know, Miss. I jus' know tha' him an' yer da left fer a while. No one can really say whot tha young man looked like.”
The woman looked up to Aerynn.
Nun: “I'm sorry, Miss. I jus' dinna know.”
The young woman placed a tender hand upon Aerynn's upper arm and then quickly pulled it back when she felt Aerynn stiffen up.
The young woman hurried away as Logan came over.
Logan: “What was that all about?”
He asked curiously.
Aerynn stared after the woman.
Aerynn: “She said tha' da had a visitor. A young man. Tha' he'd been out o' tha house fer 'bout a week 'fore he came back an' died.”
Logan arched a brow at that.
Logan: “And they have no idea who the guy was?”
Aerynn shook her head. She turned one last time to look at the grave of her father. She moved over to pick up one of the roses and tossed it into the grave. It landed on top of his casket.
Aerynn: “He'll pay fer this. They'll all pay.”
With that, Aerynn turned and walked away.
>>> 8 July 2014 – Glasnevin Cemetery - Dublin, Ireland - <<<
They fall in line.
One at a time.
Ready to play.
(I can't see them anyway.)
No time to lose.
We've got to move.
Steady your helm.
(I am losing sight again.)
“Forgive me, Father; for I have sinned. It's been...Four years...since my last confession. I confess myself of the following of sins: Violence. Vengence. Anger. Distrust.”
The voice from the darkness was cold. Void of any and all emotion. The scene opens up on Aerynn walking with the same priest that presided over her father's funeral.
Aerynn falls quiet for a few moments.
“I havena come seekin' redemption 'r absolution.. I have come tae settle tha matter o' Kyle Travis an' Tha Children o' Nephilim.”
The look on the Priests face is of shock and confusion.
Aerynn smiles, though the smile itself doesn't reach that icy blue gaze of hers.
“Dinna try tae understand, Father.. Ye'll na.”
Fire your guns.
It's time to run.
Blow me away.
(I will stay, in the mess I made.)
After the fall.
We'll shake it off.
Show me the way.
“I dinna care whot ye think ye need, Kyle. Yer seeking redemption 'r absolution is o' nae concern tae me. Ye can sit there an' speak all tha same bullshite an' rhetoric ye want. Tha' won't change anythin', Kyle.
Nae a thing.
Ye'll still be a pot callin' tha kettle black. Ye'll still have all o' yer replicas an' trophies. But, ye'll nae have whot it is ye truly seek.
Immortality.
Ye'llna have tha' fer one very important reason, Kyle.
'Cause fer all o' yer trophies. Fer all o' yer relicas. Ye'll still be second.
Second best. Second choice.
Second Champion.
If, by some miracle, ye do win tha belt from me.. Ye'll still be second.”
She sneered lightly and looked at the camera.
“Has there e'er been a time where ye've been first? 'R have ye always been lickin' an' chompin' at tha boot heels o' someone far superior than ye?”
The priest kept walking with Aerynn as they made their way through the cemetery.
As Aerynn walked, she placed her hands behind her and had them come to rest at the small of her back.
“Ye say I need a win. A win tae redeem myself in front o' e'eryone. But dinna ye see, Kyle? I've had my wins.
Yer right, I did lose tae Freeman. I did lose tae Dark Camelot.
But did I lose tae ye? Who was able tae walk out o' tha' ring wit' their head held high? Their own belt?
Tha' was me, Kyle.
An' then whot'd ye do at Searin' Agony?”
She laughed coldly.
“Ye lost tha title. It doesna matter tha' ye dinna get pinned. Ye still lost!
Vince Jones is now holdin' tha' belt up o'er his shoulder. Nae ye.”
She kept right on walking. Not really going in any particular direction.
“Wanna know whot I find funny, Kyle?
Tha' ye still think tha' ye can lead tha U.W.A's locker room. Tha' yer able tae protect tha company. Tha only thing ye're lookin' tae protect is yer own bank account.”
She snorted softly.
“Aye, I've used a private investigator. Whot have ye done?
Yer still o' tha false belief tha' I've nae been fightin' from tha start o' all o' this..
An' ye know whot.. I'll allow ye tae keep believin' tha'. 'Cause no matter how much proof yer shown, na matter how many times yer shown jus' how wrong ye are... Yer still gonna go on believin' whot ye want. E'en when it's wrong.”
This time, Aerynn laughed. Well, more like cackled, really.
“An' now... Ye've gone an' offered yerself on a big ole silver platter tae Joshua McBride an' Tha Children. Ye've stood up an' said, 'Here I am. Take me.'
Only.. Joshua shot ye down. He buried ye where dogs deserved tae be buried an' forgotten.”
She glances towards the camera again and smiles darkly.
“Do ye have any idea whot ye've gone an' done, lad?
I dinna think ye do.
Yer trussin' yerself up tae be tha Thanksgivin' turkey at Joshua's twisted version of Thanksgivin' Dinner.
Ye've sat there an' happily hopped inta tha pan jus' waitin' fer him tae put tha lid on tha pot an' shut tha oven door.”
Only the strongest will survive.
Lead me to heaven, when we die.
I am the shadow on the wall.
I'll be the one to save us all.
“As for yer claims o' me not sharin' my suspicions o' Bene Elohim.”
She shrugs lightly.
“Tha's all they were. Suspicions.
But ye know whot I do have, Kyle? I have tha desire an' drive tae take Joshua down.
I've gone week after week bein' beaten down an' ambushed from all sides. I've been blind-sided an' locked in a room. An' ye know whot I've done... E'ery...Single...Time?
I've gotten right tha fuck back up an' kept right on fightin'.
I've stayed by me convictions an' faith. I've stood up an' fought fer e'ery single person in tha' locker room, Kyle.. Whot have ye done?
Not a damn thing.
Ye've stood there like a peacock spreadin' yer ass feathers an' brayin' at tha top o' yer lungs 'bout how yer tha best. 'Bout how ye can lead the locker room 'gainst Joshua an' Tha Children.
Ye canna e'en get yer facts straight 'nough tae be able tae see tha'....
I'VE BEEN FIGHTIN' THA ENTIRE TIME!!
From tha beginnin', Kyle.
I dinna give one shite 'bout me bank account when Brody was around. I dinna give a shite 'bout it now.
Whot I do give one shite 'bout is this company... Whot I do give one shite 'bout is tha wrestlers in tha locker room who dinna deserve tae be treated tha way tha' Joshua, Tha Children an' Oliver are treatin' them...
All ye care 'bout is yer bloody self.”
She stopped in her walk with the priest and looked down at the grave of some unknown person. The grave itself was ancient and yet, it was still kept pristine in it's appearance.
There's nothing left.
So save your breath.
Lying in wait.
(Caught inside this tidal wave.)
Your cover's blown.
No where to go.
Holding your fate.
(Loaded I will walk alone.)
“Ye've claimed I should be scared.
Tha' I should be worried.
Tha' I should be terrified o' tha monster tha's coming.
Tha problem is...
I am scared.
I am worried.
I am terrified o' tha' monster tha's coming...
Difference is...
Tha' monster isna ye.”
Only the strongest will survive.
Lead me to heaven when we die.
I am the shadow on the wall.
I'll be the one to save us all.
…...Save us all.
And the scene fades to black.
