10-14-2013, 07:56 AM
Shadows flood the abandoned house as Steve glares out the window at the moonlight beams. Ominous winds scream through the eerie corridors. Suddenly though...
Silence.
Steve steadily creeps through the gloom with his solid foot steps echoing behind him. He stumbles on an object that then opens up and begins to play a tantalizing tune.
The rhythm is harmonious and forces Steve into a delirious trance. Beady eyes stare at him through the darkness. The same mysterious man from his last nightmare steps out from the abyss with solemn grin on his face. This time however he is not wearing an evil black but rather an angel like white gown. The moonlight breaks through the trees and shines upon the man as if he had been sent by God personally.
Devilish, the spine curdling tune continues to play disturbingly in the background. The man's voice is much different to last time as well. His deep creepy whispers were instead high pitched and made the hairs on Steve's neck stand up.
He begins to preach to Steve in whimpers and cries. Steve stares through the man and into the distance.
“You join forces with another group I see dear boy. It seems as though you are weaker than I first assumed. Whilst there is always safety in numbers, it also shows weakness that you rely on others to protect you. Perhaps you do not see this as you are still a naïve little child who is simply out of his comfort zone, am I right?”
Steve inhales a large amount of oxygen and shakes his head rapidly before shouting a near silent reply.
“You continue to haunt me old man yet it these truths of yours seem false to me. This does not show weakness, it shows intelligence. Perhaps you cannot see this because it is not you in this war amongst the XWF. Is it really me who is the naïve one, are you too old and 'wise' to see what is right in front of you. I cannot win this war on my own. This battle shall rage on until the Black Circle is demolished. Your fiendish whimpers cannot haunt me forever.”
“Aye, but that's where you are wrong my boy. I find it intriguing that you are meant to be an intelligent man yet I bet you still have no idea who I am and why I am here, do you?”
“What does it matter? People call me mad, people call me insane, people call me all sorts of things, why should I care who you are?”
“You will regret not caring about my identity but all shall be revealed in due course dear boy.”
The words 'dear boy' began to echo around the spine-chilling house. Steve turned slightly and looked down the bizarre corridor. Starless, Steve turned back to the angelic old man with interest, however it seemed with every question there only became more questions rather than answers.
“There is much I do not care about, and much that the people do not care about. Joe Tuesday seems to think people give a shit about his return when we all know that the in ring return that everyone is getting riled up for is my own. I am the Psycho Sensation and the people have missed seeing me decimate my opponents week in and week out. That much you cannot deny old man.”
“You seem to think that all of this fighting talk means anything to me Steve. The fact is whilst you must win your fight, much like you need to win this war with The Black Circle, there is a fight within you that must be won also.”
“You mean, all of this mayhem is happening in my head. It's all false.”
“It's happening inside your head but that does not necessarily mean it false dear boy. These words I speak are true, and when dawn strikes you shall remember these fulfilled words of wisdom. Yet I have no doubt that you shall have continued ignorance. You see Steve, you need to embrace the evil within your wretched veins not ignore it. It is only then that you shall again become a true force once more.”
“I do not need you devilish whispers to conjure evil that is already there. I am still the monster I always have been!”
“Aye, and that is why you plead for forgiveness when the death of your mother is brought up. And that is why you look to do what is right rather than simply make an impact... Look for the answers my boy and stop coming up with more empty questions.”
Steve suddenly fell backwards onto on an oak chair. His eye lids shut and bloody words were imprinted on the back of them. 'Strength and Evil come hand in hand.'
His eyes opened fast and the old man had vanished into thin air, just like that. The eerie music had stopped and the winds picked up once more. The window slammed shut and glass sprayed over the floor with impact. The demon fell into the glass and slept uncomfortably as blood oozed down his back.
Steve awoke. This time not in sweat nor the comfort of his own bed. He had not made it into bed that night, and the floor was where he seemingly passed out when drunk on Gin. His head pounded vigorously as he thought about the mysterious house and the mysterious man that were within his peculiar dream. The battle within him raged on much like the War of XWF.
He was naked and he did not know why. His memory of the night before was shattered. Desperately, he clinched onto the sofa and dragged himself up onto it. Alcohol sweats began to drip down his body and flashes of memories struck his eyes.
Images of his uncle, Blaine dying began to flood his mind as it it were real. He took his phone from off of the coffee table and rang his uncle in unusual desperation. The two hadn't spoke in months but Steve was suddenly fearful.
Blaine picked up. His voice was both sad and angry.
“What do you want?”
“How are you?”
“I'm fine if you must know. Why have you called me, I believe we are not on speaking terms.”
Steve hung up immediately. He held his chest with relief.
Despite his physical strength, Steve had never felt so mentally weak.
Alone.
Isolated.
The shot faded.
Silence.
Steve steadily creeps through the gloom with his solid foot steps echoing behind him. He stumbles on an object that then opens up and begins to play a tantalizing tune.
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The rhythm is harmonious and forces Steve into a delirious trance. Beady eyes stare at him through the darkness. The same mysterious man from his last nightmare steps out from the abyss with solemn grin on his face. This time however he is not wearing an evil black but rather an angel like white gown. The moonlight breaks through the trees and shines upon the man as if he had been sent by God personally.
Devilish, the spine curdling tune continues to play disturbingly in the background. The man's voice is much different to last time as well. His deep creepy whispers were instead high pitched and made the hairs on Steve's neck stand up.
He begins to preach to Steve in whimpers and cries. Steve stares through the man and into the distance.
“You join forces with another group I see dear boy. It seems as though you are weaker than I first assumed. Whilst there is always safety in numbers, it also shows weakness that you rely on others to protect you. Perhaps you do not see this as you are still a naïve little child who is simply out of his comfort zone, am I right?”
Steve inhales a large amount of oxygen and shakes his head rapidly before shouting a near silent reply.
“You continue to haunt me old man yet it these truths of yours seem false to me. This does not show weakness, it shows intelligence. Perhaps you cannot see this because it is not you in this war amongst the XWF. Is it really me who is the naïve one, are you too old and 'wise' to see what is right in front of you. I cannot win this war on my own. This battle shall rage on until the Black Circle is demolished. Your fiendish whimpers cannot haunt me forever.”
“Aye, but that's where you are wrong my boy. I find it intriguing that you are meant to be an intelligent man yet I bet you still have no idea who I am and why I am here, do you?”
“What does it matter? People call me mad, people call me insane, people call me all sorts of things, why should I care who you are?”
“You will regret not caring about my identity but all shall be revealed in due course dear boy.”
The words 'dear boy' began to echo around the spine-chilling house. Steve turned slightly and looked down the bizarre corridor. Starless, Steve turned back to the angelic old man with interest, however it seemed with every question there only became more questions rather than answers.
“There is much I do not care about, and much that the people do not care about. Joe Tuesday seems to think people give a shit about his return when we all know that the in ring return that everyone is getting riled up for is my own. I am the Psycho Sensation and the people have missed seeing me decimate my opponents week in and week out. That much you cannot deny old man.”
“You seem to think that all of this fighting talk means anything to me Steve. The fact is whilst you must win your fight, much like you need to win this war with The Black Circle, there is a fight within you that must be won also.”
“You mean, all of this mayhem is happening in my head. It's all false.”
“It's happening inside your head but that does not necessarily mean it false dear boy. These words I speak are true, and when dawn strikes you shall remember these fulfilled words of wisdom. Yet I have no doubt that you shall have continued ignorance. You see Steve, you need to embrace the evil within your wretched veins not ignore it. It is only then that you shall again become a true force once more.”
“I do not need you devilish whispers to conjure evil that is already there. I am still the monster I always have been!”
“Aye, and that is why you plead for forgiveness when the death of your mother is brought up. And that is why you look to do what is right rather than simply make an impact... Look for the answers my boy and stop coming up with more empty questions.”
Steve suddenly fell backwards onto on an oak chair. His eye lids shut and bloody words were imprinted on the back of them. 'Strength and Evil come hand in hand.'
His eyes opened fast and the old man had vanished into thin air, just like that. The eerie music had stopped and the winds picked up once more. The window slammed shut and glass sprayed over the floor with impact. The demon fell into the glass and slept uncomfortably as blood oozed down his back.
Steve awoke. This time not in sweat nor the comfort of his own bed. He had not made it into bed that night, and the floor was where he seemingly passed out when drunk on Gin. His head pounded vigorously as he thought about the mysterious house and the mysterious man that were within his peculiar dream. The battle within him raged on much like the War of XWF.
He was naked and he did not know why. His memory of the night before was shattered. Desperately, he clinched onto the sofa and dragged himself up onto it. Alcohol sweats began to drip down his body and flashes of memories struck his eyes.
Images of his uncle, Blaine dying began to flood his mind as it it were real. He took his phone from off of the coffee table and rang his uncle in unusual desperation. The two hadn't spoke in months but Steve was suddenly fearful.
Blaine picked up. His voice was both sad and angry.
“What do you want?”
“How are you?”
“I'm fine if you must know. Why have you called me, I believe we are not on speaking terms.”
Steve hung up immediately. He held his chest with relief.
Despite his physical strength, Steve had never felt so mentally weak.
Alone.
Isolated.
The shot faded.