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Immortality - Mandii Rider - 03-24-2018
Immortality. They tell you immortality is the best gift you can be blessed with. I'm not talking about the immortality of having your named remember after you are gone, I'm talking about actual immortality. Why is the gift of never coming face to face with the reaper a blessing? Well, probably because we all fear what happens after life. Some of us ponder over what will happen when the sweet kiss of death touches our lips, some of us are obsessed with it. Others push the very thought to the back of their minds knowing that one day death will come but refusing to dive into the darkness that is dying. Immortality is the only way to avoid these thoughts, the only way to be truthly free.
What you aren't told about immortality is that it doesn't get rid of the reaper, he just follows you...Longing to freeze you with his icy touch but knowing he can't. They don't tell you that death is a part of immortality. I've learned this lesson since awaking the Siren within me. I've watched those I love die right before my eyes and the reaper lead them to what comes after we lose the battle with life. I live every day with the mistakes I've made knowing I can't change them and will never escape them. What they don't tell you about immortality is that isn't an escape from death. Personally, I hold hands with the reaper every day of my life wishing I could feel his icy grip on my burning flesh. You see, forever living in this world, in this tomb of flesh, that's what hell really is. What they don't tell you is that the hardest thing to do in this world is to live in it...Let alone being forced to live in it forever.
Death has followed me even before I was given the curse of immortality. Death was a friend of mine as I listened to my mother and father scream out from their burning house. Death set me free from the torture and pain I had to endure every day. Because of me, blood was spilled on the battle with Helen. Lives were lost all around me including my sister whom I knew so little about but it did not soften the blow of losing her. Everytime I close my eyes I watch the reaper grasp Jason in his hand and the only thing that gives me comfort is what I see before I open my eyes. I see Jason thriving in his personal heaven and it brings enough comfort to deal with the loss. Now, the reaper has decided because he can not have me he will take others in my place. Blair was his latest victim and I knew no matter how many times I washed my hand, no matter how hard I scrubbed my skin, her blood would be on my hands forever. I could only hope her sacrifice was enough to stop the possibility of more bloodshed. Sadly, I knew the reaper wanted his souls and would take them at my unfortunate expense.
The five of us made it to the veil. Amaryllis was still shambles, her eyes red and puffy from the tears that she couldn't hold back even if she wanted. Miranda and Hadassa wore looks of defeat and dismay and try as they could to hide it, it was apparent of the pain they felt. I carried the limp body of Blair, her arms swaying with every step I took. I could feel her blood as it dried on my arms and the weight of her body became more and more apparent with every step I took. We all felt defeated but I felt guilt. The guilt of making a promise I thought I could keep. The guilt of more blood on my hands because of the mistakes I had made.
Everything was a blur the moment Serena saw her sister. It was as though every sound fell short of my ears. I could see every cry Helen and Serena let out for their sister, but I could not hear it. I was def to the world around me. As soon as I lowered her body to the ground Helen and Serena were on their knees crying and trying to wake her. I kneeled in front of her body and watch Helen and Serena still unable to hear a word spoken. The whole world seemed to play back to me in slow motion as Amaryllis tried to comfort her mother but began to sob. I looked up at the faces of the other Sirens, distrouch and worried. It was like a silent movie that I couldn’t push pause or stop on.
I was pulled from the peaceful silence as my body jerked up from the ground. I felt hands pushing into my arms with tight grips as my ears regained sound. There was too much yelling to make out any words when I finally realized my position. Two of Serena's body guards held onto me with a tight grip as she looked up at me, her eyes enraged with tears.
You did this! You said you would bring her back to us!
She tried!
Miranda came to my defense. I could not form words, instead I just shook my head frantically.
Blair wanted this!
She would never!
I caught sight of Sage, she was running up to the scene and as soon as she saw Blair she covered her mouth.
Get her out of here!
My attention shot back to Serena as her words pierced my ears.
Wait, no. I need to-
Leave! You've done more harm than good here and I will not allow you to bring more death onto my people! Get her out of here!
Blair needs me to-
OUT!
Serena had a high pitch screech in her voice as she yelled for the guards to take me away. I didn't fight, Miranda and Hadassa did enough of that for me as well as themselves. I was removed from the Veil and as soon as my feet were outside of it I fell to the ground. Once again, the closest thing to family was ripped from me. I couldn't feel the ground under me any longer, it was as though I was drifting and the world was going black. This was the darkness that I was trying so hard to fight and now I wanted to give into it.
Mom!
Sage's voice brought me back to my reality. She stood a few inches from me but dropped to her knees as soon as I acknowledged her. I wrapped her in a tight embrace and closed my eyes.
Sage...
She pulled away and ran her hand down my face. Her touch was warm, it was actually comforting.
You need to leave for now. I'll send for you when we are all able to meet at Teakin's. I'll explain things there but you have to leave now. I love you.
She gave me one last hug before leaving behind the Veil once again. Again, I was alone.
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After leaving the forest I decided to go back to the only place I had left to stay, my hotel room. When I got into my room I could tell Wraith had been in the room while I was gone. Old food from the time I had been gone was either on the desk in front of my bed or in the trash next it. He had even placed a do not disturb sign on the door so no one would come in. While this would normally creep me out I remembered he was in the room next to mine and I left the door unlocked that combined the rooms.
I sighed and tossed the rest of the food in the trash before setting it outside of my door. I walked into the bathroom and turned the water on hot before beginning to undress. I pulled my leather jacket off exposing my blood stained arms. I looked in the mirror but couldn't stand to look at myself for long. After stripping completely I got into the shower. The water turned red as soon as it touched my exposed skin. I sat down in the bottom of the shower and watched as the last of Blair's blood washed down the drain. My hair hung in strains over my face as I closed my eyes and sighed.
I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a bathrobe before walking over to the bathroom mirror. I stared at myself for a moment before feeling my hands close tightly into a fist. I hated this feeling. Once again I felt like a monster and I could feel all humanity leaving my body. My blood boiled just by looking in the mirror at my reflection. In a matter of moments my hand made an impact with the glass causing it to shatter everywhere and shards to embed themselves in my hand. I dropped to the ground and struggled for the nearby toilet paper.
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The glass must have made a loud enough noise for Wraith to hear it in his hotel room because before I could grip the toilet paper around my hand to make sure blood didn't get everywhere his hand was clasping the toilet paper on the gash in the palm of my hand. I looked over at him, slightly shocked he had just come into my room. I pulled my hand away from him and forced my body off the ground quickly.
Let me see.
No.
I pulled my hand farther from Wraith but he jerked it back to him. I tried to slow my healing so he wouldn't notice. We slowly lowered back to the ground and he began to pick out each shard of glass. I whenched every time he pulled another piece of glass from my hand.
You know I can do this myself.
He simply looked up at me for a moment before going back to pulling glass from my hand. He pulled a large piece from my hand causing me to swiftly pull away. Once again, he gripped my wrist but harder this time and jerked me over to him. Once he was done pulling the last few pieces of glass from my hand I grabbed a rag from nearby and wrapped it around my hand. I stood up and so did Wraith. He towered over me, it was almost intimidating in a way.
That wasn't a good idea, you'll need stitches now and it will hurt your chances of winning this week.
I looked down at my hand then back up at Wraith.
I'll be fine, you should be more worried about that knee and your match. I can take care of myself.
I know.
His words were monotoned. He started to leave the room but before doing so he saw the blood that had managed to make its way on the ground. He grabbed a towl from nbehind the toilet and got down on his knees.
You don't need to do that.
I can do this while you get ready for your promo for your match.
I growled under my breath but I wasn't in the mood to fight with him. I walked out of the bathroom before closing the door and getting dressed. Once I had gotten dressed I sat up the camera and bed to shoot my promo. It was about this time that Wraith exited the bathroom and started to enter his room.
Hey.
He turned around and looked at me.
Thank you.
He left the room with a nod before closing his door.
I had saved Wraith so to speak. I couldn't watch him destroy himself so I stepped in. I respected him as far as skill and ability in the ring and told him I would help him, but I didn't trust him, at least not fully. The way I found him, the way his minds works, how could I fully trust someone like him? Yet, I found myself comforted by his presence. Normally I was the one to calm him but the roles were reversed this time. Knowing that he was here made me feel less...Alone.
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The best way to deal with what I was going through outside of the ring was to focus on the task I needed to complete in the ring. My promotional opens to me sitting on the bed, my legs crossed and my championship in the background hanging off the side of a chair that contains my gym bag in the seat.
Wow, I have to admit it is a sight to see someone here in XWF that's actually respectable. You know Pest, I really don't mind you much and the fact you didn't bitch or moan about your loss actually surprised me. You didn't come up with an excuse you took your loss like the man you are and from the sound of it learned something. Good for you. To bad everyone here can't be like that.
I lower my head slightly with a smirk on my face. When I raise my head I smile into the camera and rest my head on my hands that are being propped up by my knees.
Witch? Monster Hunter? If I didn't know any better Pest I would assume you are going crazy or some shit. Maybe you should pull your head out of the video games and come back to reality for a bit, yeah? No I'm not a Monster Hunter and last I checked I wasn't a witch, just a women on a mission I guess you could say but I'll get into that later.
I wasn't expecting you to be uncomfortable with the fact I am a woman, actually, I thought if you were going to be uncomfortable it would have something to do with what you have seen from me in the ring. After all, since you look at me as just a competitor isn't that what you would focus on? My in ring ability? No, because the sad fact is you don't just look at me as a competitor, you do worry about the fact I am a women. Isn't that the reason you contemplate weighing the options of winning or losing to me? You did say that you thought the pit in your stomach was because you didn't want to win and look like a bully but also didn't want to lose and look like a little bitch right? Contradictory isn't it? Not only that you talked about the possibility of your dick being in the way because it would want to say hi to me. Would your dick get hard if you were facing a male? No? Guess the fact I'm a woman does slightly bother you then. I mean I guess it gives me an advantage right? If your dick is all hard it gives me a very notable target to go after if I find myself even slightly slipping in our match. But in all seriousness Pest, if you need me to wear a abaya to keep you from getting distracted I will because I don't need my looks to get me ahead in this business.
I let out a sigh as I sit up straight on the bed and do a small stretch before sighing once again.
It did disappoint me your views on this match. I mean, a meaningless victory? Is that really all you see if you win this match? The way I see every match is one step closer to my over all goal, the Universal Championship. Whether I'm facing a man or women, rookie or veteran, champion or average wrestler there is never a meaningless victory to me. Know why? Because with every win I prove something, I earn a little respect even if it's just a spec. Besides, not to toot my own horn but have you not seen the fact that since my return I have been in two main events and one of them wasn't even originally a main event? A win against a current main eventor isn't exactly a meaningless win Pest, actually, if you manage to somehow win against me you should hold your head with pride. Why? Because I'm not the average woman in this business who goes in the ring and twirls for the camera like a show monkey. I don't need anything other than my talent and hard work in order to get ahead.
Know what else disappointed me? The fact that you honestly think that I have to manipulate in order to get my way. While yes I don't have an issue with manipulation and at times I enjoy it I would rather have people stand with me or fall before me for the old fashion reasons, because they respect me or because I've beaten them. After many years in this business I've learned that while you can get a lot done with manipulation you get more done with respect and drive. I guess that's what also sets me apart from a lot of women and "bad bitches" in this business. I would rather have people follow me or stand beside me because they respect me, not because I've manipulated them to the point they are brainwashed to my charm. Wraith? I didn't manipulate him, the reason he follows where I lead is because he respects me. I helped him when he needed it and in return he gave me respect. Manipulation can back fair at any point in time, all it takes is for the person being manipulated to finally realize what the fuck is going on. Respect earns loyalty and as long as Wraith stays loyal he will receive the same respect and loyalty in return. I would rather not have an inch of skin showing if it is going to cause a distraction in the ring because I want someone to give me their best so I know what I should improve on. So if your boner is going to be that big of any issue, which let's be honest it shouldn't be considering I'm "only a competitor," then guess who's coming to the ring with not an inch of skin showing. I would rather train until my hands bleed and my back aches than be eye candy that gets a championship opportunities by blowing the boss. I work my ass off in and outside of the ring to earn my championship opportunities, respect, and glory. So, with that being said, you can take my kind words and complements without worrying that I'm just trying to sweet talk you.
I've seen where women started in this business and I refuse to be like the women who started out in this business. Women who were only useful for distractions and boners. Hell, matches that consisted of women were only good for two things, watching titties bounce or getting your consestions. When you tune in to watch a Mandii Rider match you are tuning in to watch someone who put their life into this business and won't back down from a fight whether it be with a man or woman. Matter of fact, if you are really concerned when it comes to Wraith I won't have him show unless Chris decides he wants pay back for me sending his girlfriend into clinical depression. However, if you really do want Chris in your corner for our match just know if either of you wants to be slick Wraith won't have a problem ripping both of you a new one, after all, he really likes getting his hands bloody. I don't see you being an issue or trying anything stupid, Chris on the other hand will do just about anything when he feels threatened. It doesn't seem your style to try to pull anything but then again I can't say I know you extremely well.
I shrug and lean back on the bed.
By the way, you should probably pay attention to matches other than your own around here if you are planning to make it big in this company, or at least bigger than an up and comer championship. Just some advice. Sure, the women's division is lacking when it comes to the amount of women in it, but I'm working on it. There are a few new faces flocking over to the XWF women's division and part of that is because of Jenny and me. I'm guessing you didn't watch either match with Jenny and myself, did you? If you did you weren't paying close enough attention. Go back and watch Turning Point, read the original card, notice how our match got bumped up? Did you notice how people tuned in to watch Jenny and me go up against each other? We put our all in that ring for the Bombshell Championship. See, while the division may "only have three chicks in it," two of those chicks are willing to put their blood sweat and tears into getting the championship and that is why I am proud to hold it Pest. I'm proud to be the Bombshell Champion because I had to beat someone who lived for the championship in order to walk out with it. You can have a million people in one division going for a championship but if they all suck and don't really care does it really make the championship worth wild? I put my body on the line, as did Jenny, to walk out the Bombshell Champion and guess what? I walked out the champion. What that should tell you is if I'm willing to fight for a championship and division that people deem "sad" how hard do you think I'll fight for bigger and better championships? Give me time because instead of just being the number women in the women's division I'll be the number one wrestler in this company.
With all this being said, you are misplacing your fears Pest, distracted by them even. You don't need to fear how people will look at you by the end of our match. You don't need to worry about me trying to manipulate you. You shouldn't be worrying about what Wraith could do to you. Honestly, you sound paranoid. What you should be worried about is me and the wrestler that I am.
You mentioned that I needed to focus on you or else I was going to get fucked up. Pest, you should really focus on me and my abilities in the ring before you get fucked up. I don't wrestle to play games, I wrestle for the glory of it all. While you are over here worried about getting a boner on television I'm training, getting stronger and watching not only past promos but also the few matches you have been in. I'm studying you because although this match isn't anything special it's still an opportunity.
Sitting straight up on the bed I sigh once more while a smirk crosses over my lips.
I really do like your style Pest, I know with more time and work in the ring you're going to be someone who does great things. You got what it takes to be more than an up and comer-
I pause and look up at the camera.
But you really need to get your shit together because if you thought Chaos was a hard motherfucker to beat you haven't seen shit yet.