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Martyr · **07-09-2014, 09:11 AM**

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"Someone to hear your prayers... Someone who's there."
--M.M.

--anything you can do? we cann do better--

#CurtainRise || #Lights || #Camera

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6-6-14.// I stood outside the bar-- my evening gown, a light turquoise, elegant and moving with the wind... the crisp, cool air encasing me. Spring was drawing to a close, as were so many other chapters. And as these doors were shut? A fresh new batch began to open. A New Horizon. I gazed upon the building, constructed of brick, glass, and metal. Blocks brought together, to create, to raise. To form a solid foundation.

Foundations were meant to be broken.

I smiled warmly, beaming anxiously. Placing the palm of my hand gently to my chest... I felt their prescence radiating from within my core. This glow reaching through me, using my body as a vessel, my essence as a temple... I was its host, for the moment. Till it no longer needed one...

"Feeling unknown, all Alone. Flesh and bone, by the telephone... Lift up the receiver? We'll make you a believer..." I softly sang a lullaby, as I always had.... knowing my little angel was listening. Every note, every harmony. Every line, every melody. My little one-- they weren't like other children. They weren't to be born from a womb...No. They were Within Me, coursing through my veins.

My Little Luna, always there. Always waiting. Always ready. Anticipating.

"It's feeding Time, my Angel..."

I saw him slowly approach the building in a drunken stupor. He'd already been drowning his sorrows from the very Moment, practically, that Sir Frost had kicked the ever-loving hell out of him. His eyes? Swollen. His lips, busted open. Broken, beaten, and scarred, every inch of him a reminder of the man that brought him to the canvas.

I giggled lightly to myself, shaking my head with condescending glee. I knew he'd play it off, he'd keep his confidence well in tact.

'Good game, bro' he'd call out to nobody in particular. A petulent attempt at hiding his shame, his shattered pride, self-digust swelling inside.... Though I knew what must be done tonight, the fact remained. I knew why I had to do what I had to do. This little lady was far too weak. Her mind, her body, her spirit. She was a decent gal, led astray.

A path from whence there would be no return.

However? She would make for a fine fuel. She would be a sacrifice to be razed... another spirit risen from dear Ann's ashes. Another 'role' for my little bundle of fury to play. A setting for the flame, to lead the way...To do what Miss Morgan could have only imagined in her sweetest of dreams.

I watched as he headed inside, boisterously, ego-driven. Even through defeat this spoilt brat of a 'man', leaning heavily toward man-CHILD even in stature... He mosied on in there like Roy Rogers stepping through the swinging wooden doors, swagger in tow. Beaming with false bravado. But befitting the comparison, this display of self-security was nothing more than a cheap, see-through act. As transparent as this 'Hobbit' gimmick he'd taken to. Not a bonafide character. A gimmick-- Nothing more, nothing less.

This "confidence"? A security blanket WAITING to be Torn from him, leaving him broken and naked on the floor... exposing the Truth he hid from the world. Claiming to be one of the best, when in actuality? He coasted. One 'Decisive Blow', and he--would--be--a shell, left hollow. His blood flowing freely like a River. Before it became an Ocean of crimson. This "pride" he displayed, a security system set-up and waiting to be disarmed. He felt as if the world owed him a stage, and how could I tell? Simple. It was the same look I'd seen in the eyes of another....A 'Storm' that ripped its way through my life, costing me everything. My everything, my precious Child of The Moon.

Thinking of no one but himself, this 'boy', this 'Hobbit', this slap to the FACE of Tolkein dripped with every ounce of a memory I'd hoped to be forgotten. A Memory that Remained. And In His Eyes, I saw an obstacle. I focused on him, as he was the very embodiment of that bastard that ruined all I held dear. As if he himself was a 'Second Coming of The Storm'... only insincere in his imitation. Lackluster in his presentation, and disappointing... even moreso than the original incarnation.

"Darling, wake up... It's Showtime."

~ M ~

I stood outside the establishment, keeping my eyes open... I Came To The Window, peering inside by the light of the moon, checking to find my two targets... And to make certain there weren't too many witnesses. The fewer survivors to worry about, the less mess we had to conentrate our efforts toward. The interior far outmatched the exterior, finely crafted, the richest of materials. A pity, indeed...

He saw her as she approached. I could see it in his eyes, she struck a chord, but merely a faint one. A melody that didn't quite capture his attention, and wasn't all too familiar. Clearly, for all of their similarities, the two of them did hold their contrasts..... Mister Ward, and my boy. My son had attached himself to Miss Morgan... I took in a deep breath as this thought fell over me.

Not because I cared, one way or another, how he felt about her. She believed in him. She powered him through her passion, her heart, her desire... She fueled him in his quest to unite all people. She encouraged him, was there for him... I Am a being of darkness, however, I knew this young lady did possess a great strength within.

She wasn't a perfect person. There's many things she shouldn't have done... but with Time, I've learned. There truly was a Reason, however misguided it may have been, that he had developed the feelings he did for for dear, sweet, precious Annabelle. To Change. To Begin anew. To Show a side the world hadn't seen in years...

Unfortunately? Just like the building she and Mister Ward occupied. Just as with that great bastion of 'Unity'....... she too would meet an untimely demise. It was Only a matter of Time.

A small price to pay for the Greater Good.

#ImCominHome | #WhoSays?

the book of sean Said:let the rain wash away all the pain from yesterday. my kingdom awaits, forgiven for my mistakes, back where we belong, never felt so strong, if you're with me raise your fists high, tell the world i'm comin' home...

the book of etheridge Said:They Don't Know About Us, anyway... and i don't care what they think or say... i would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath. i would stand inside my hell and hold the hand of death. nothing fills the blackness that has seeped into my chest. i need you in my blood....

i have forsaken all the rest.

--heading one Direction | just to reach you | gotta have faith | just One touch--

#AndNowImABeliever

--tbc//soon--

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#EndAhead--

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