08-17-2013, 12:43 AM
The man known as Nightmare is sat on the edge of a tall building, the location is unknown but the area is grey. Straight out in font of him is a coastline with what looks like the stillest water you would ever see. Mist comes ashore from the ocean causing a fog that is covering the city below Nightmares dangling feet; with this it makes it seem very peaceful in what is normally a very busy city. The fog covering the roads below and the hundreds of cars that are probably sat in jams as there drivers want to get to and from work.
Nightmare is in the process of having a change in his work. After the demise of the order of Night-demons at his hands he is now reflecting on what steps to take next in his life. In the next few days he will be facing off against Mr. Satellite for the XWF Television Championship, this is a mission he is confident he will complete and also a welcome distraction to the emptiness he is beginning to feel after all that has occurred over the last week.
His apprentice, Chris Macbeth has stuck with him after there escape from the castle of demons. For a few days it was silence, Nightmare didn’t have anything to say and Macbeth hadn’t pushed for a conversation. Eventually after what felt like days of travelling by foot and by motorcycle Macbeth had opened his mouth. ”Are you ready for your title match on Monday Night” He had said, breaking the ice so to speak. Nightmare will be the first to admit he hadn’t welcomed the conversation with open arms initially, in fact he just ignored the question as if Macbeth wasn’t even there.
They had continued on like this for a few more days until eventually Nightmare broke his silence.
”What are we going to do now?” Macbeth had asked.
”We forget.”
Macbeth was slightly taken aback by the response, not by the meaning or what was said but just because something was said at all, as we have said this is the first time he had heard Nightmare speak for days.
”About the order?
Nightmare nodded.
”About the order, the powers and the castle, for now on I am completing my final mission.
Which is?
”With the help of the Brotherhood, Peter Gilmour, Sebastian Duke and Griffin Macalister I will bring the corrupt, greedy and soon to be weak powers within the XWF to there knees, much like I did to the powers at that castle.”
Macbeth felt surprised that Nightmare had even mentioned what had happened and what he had done back at the castle.
”Starting on Monday Night?”
”Exactly, starts on Monday Night when I remove that Television Title belt from the grips of the spaceman. Having that strap over my shoulder and joining Duke and Griffin’s Tag Team titles in the Brotherhood the power within the XWF will begin to crumble away from the tyrant owners who would let somebody like John Madison be there king.
”He won’t be king for long, Gilmour is going to take that crown away from him just after you have taken the belt from Satty.
I see your confidence in the ability of the Brotherhood matches mine. When Peter Gilmour has become the King of the XWF we will then begin the next part of the mission.
”What is the next part of the mission.”
”That is not for you to worry about my apprentice, leave it to the Brotherhood.”
With that no more had been said right up until now with Nightmare sat on the edge of this building looking out into the fog. Macbeth was sat a few yards behind on a small bench that looked like it had been sat on top of this building for hundreds of years.
The city they find themselves in is San Francisco. This was the city in which the man we now call Nightmare had endured a hard and troubling upbringing. (See A Nightmare Story Part #1 - #4 Leap of Faith Board.)
He had walked here with Macbeth in tow in the aftermath of the events that had taken place at the castle. Nightmare had kept one secret for the many years he had been a member of the order of the demons and that was his memory, he could remember everything from before he was taken off of that bridge so vividly, the things that the order do to you to make you forget hadn’t worked on him, it seems that Macbeth had the same ability to be immune to most of the order’s powers.
Macbeth is not the reason why Nightmare has comeback to this place though, the reason is because he wants to prove to himself that he never forgot. He never forgot about his father who had been killed by a stab wound during a work scrap, his mother who jumped from the golden gate bridge because she thought she could look after her young son to the best of his needs, he remembered the orphanage who had taken him in and looked after him until he was sixteen years old and he aged out and finally his mentor Geoff who had arranged everything for him once he was released for the care home. He forgot nothing and had kept it a secret in fear that he would receive the treatment that it appears his apprentice Macbeth was going to receive. Turns out he was in trouble for his apprentices mistakes anyway. There was no way he was going to allow for his apprentice to be punished by the powers for what was actually something that he had been doing only in secret for many years before.
Nightmare gets to his feet and turns towards Macbeth who stands up from the bench.
”Its time to go on one final mission.”
”Mission? Who?”
Nightmare takes a step forwards towards Macbeth.
”You. Your life.”
”My Life? I remember my life.”
”You think you remember but there are things you will not. Do you remember your friends? Do you remember your successes? “
Macbeth shakes his head.
”No.”
”Then tell me, what do you remember?”
Macbeth thinks and then slowly sits back down onto the bench.
”I remember being angry, I remember sitting alone, I was drunk. I remember my brother grave, I wish I could remember my brother.”
”You will, like I said this is our final mission before I focus all of my time on taking over the XWF with the Brotherhood. We will go now and retrace your steps and remind you of all the good that was once there before I began meddling with your mind like the order did mine before. I can show you everything including the bad but it will all be necessary so you can continue to live your life as you see fit, whether you go back to your music or to wrestling it is up to you but I must fix the problems that I have caused you.
Macbeth nods and gets to his feet the two men walk away from the camera.