Part 3 In the Mind of Christine Nash

(Out of mind - Third person)

Funny what you hear come out of your team mates mouths when you are supposed to be working together. What is even funnier is when you don’t give a rats ass about it. The thing that should matter is if you want to really win the damn match or if you want to let your person feelings cause you to lose. Well now...I guess it is time to move on and move forward and try to win a match

When we catch up with her… she is sitting on the beach still dripping wet, with her head down and her hair a mess and in her face. She starts to ramble as the camera moves closer and closer to her.

Twisted Angel: If I'm a bad person, you don't like me. Well, I guess I'll make my own way. It's a circle, a mean cycle, I can't excite you anymore. Where's your gavel? Your jury? What's my offense this time? You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me. Well, sentence me to another life.

She doesn’t look up… she doesn’t even pay attention to the camera that is filming her. She continues to look at the ground as she was still dripping wet from the dip she had in the water.

Twisted Angel: You know what… I don’t want your perfect life. I don’t need your damn approval and I really don’t give a rats ass what the hell you think about me. I am here for one reason… to help this damn team win a damn match so we can move on to the next one. IF we lose… then I won’t have to put up with your damn bitching and moaning anymore now will I? No one made you God… and NO ONE gives a shit what you think so why don’t you keep that shit to yourself and focus on what the hell does matter for once in your pathetic lives.

She looks up through her hair without moving it as she looked like a drowned rat. Now her clothing was a bit ripped as well as she continued the rambles of a mad women.

Twisted Angel: Don't wanna hear your sad songs. I don't wanna feel your pain. When you swear it's all my fault. 'Cause you know we're not the same. No, we're not the same, oh, we're not the same. Yeah, The friends who stuck together. We wrote our names in blood. But I guess you can't accept that the change is good, It's good, it's good!

She smirks and tilts her head as she stares out into space. It appears she is looking at the camera when really she wasn’t paying attention to it.

Twisted Angel: So what can I say... You all will be blown away. John Austin, NAZI, Steve Davids & Matt Ward... 4 boys with nothing in comment. No wait… 2 have one thing in common… they are both tied to Christine. The current and the ex… sounds delicious. Just one more toy for me to play with. Oh don’t think Matthew that I am done with you just cause I forced her to leave you. Oh no my pet… not one bit. I will make you grovel at my feet and beg like the dog you are. As for Johnny… mmm I think I can find a way to play with him as well. MMM I will make you mine boy.

She rocks back and forth and drops her head again as she closed her eyes and starts to ramble.

Twisted Angel: Well, you treat me just like another stranger. Well, it's nice to meet you, sir. I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. You treat me just like another stranger. Well, it's nice to meet you, sir. I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. Ignorance is your new best friend. Ignorance is your new best friend.

(Meanwhile in head - first person)

Christine sat there still chained to the wall. She was shaking as she was not only cold but she was scared. She could hear every word Angel had been saying and hearing her say what she did about Matt and John… it scared her. She didn’t want Matt to be treated like a pet or a dog but she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want Angel to try and own John… but again… she couldn’t stop it. This is what she was afraid of. This was what was making it hard for Christine to comment to anyone. Emotions she couldn’t control flooded thru her. Memories of Jason and him kidnapping and raping her. Memories of Wade and him kidnapping her and trying to get her to leave Matt for him. He too trying to get in her pants. Vince… the last idiot to kidnap and rape her..

She also remembered when Zora’s other ego had kidnapped Matt several times and tried to do exactly what Angel was doing. She tried to make him her pet. Christine was pregnant and almost lost the babies trying to save Matt. She also remembered the fights with Daisy and how Daisy would neglect her children and then get pissed that Christine was more of a mom to them than her. She remembered Daisy and her brother AJ showing up at the door to rip the 2 children away from her and Matt and how it affected Scotty. How hurt he was and how seeing her son hurt made her burn inside. She also remembered what happened the day she was found after what Vince did. Yes, that was the reason Angel hated Matt. All the pain flooded back. She didn’t want to see Angel hurt John like she did Matt nor did she want Matt hurt worse.

Christine: I hate my life. Maybe I am better off dead.

Child: Don’t say that!

She comes running around the corner.

Child: You die… we die.

Christine: It is the only way to stop her. I just want a normal life. I want to have a guy and I want to not have to be afraid that one of you will scare him off or hurt him. She ruined my life with Matt and now she will try to do something to John. NO she has to be stopped. I can’t take this. I can keep starting over cause she is a bitch. She wants to take over my life. That is why I am locked up. That is why I can’t do your little close your eye trick and go somewhere else.

Child: The reason you can’t… is cause she has taken over. I am just as powerless as you. I can’t help you. I can’t do nothing more than to sit here and keep you company.

Christine: Is there anyway to pick the locks to get me free?

Child: I don’t know. Not sure I know how. Just a kid you know.

Christine: I know. And as long as I am chained up… I can’t stop her. I can’t regain control.

The child then goes to Christine and gives her a hug which Chris couldn’t return due to the chains holding her to the wall.

(Meanwhile - third person)

Angel was still sitting there, rocking back and forth with her head down and her eyes closed as she continues to ramble.

Twisted Angel: This is the best thing that could've happened. Any longer, and I wouldn't have made it. It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture. I'm just a person, but you can't take it. The same tricks that, that once fooled me. They won't get you anywhere. I'm not the same kid from your memory. Well, now I can fend for myself.

She smirks as she look up slowly again.

Twisted Angel: I hope you are all ready. The game is at foot. John Austin, NAZI, Steve Davids & Matt Ward... Your fate is sealed and the time is right. You will fall at our feet and gravel and pray for your demise when you feel once and for all the power of the Twisted Angel.

She lowers her head and rambles once more.

Twisted Angel: Don't wanna hear your sad songs. I don't wanna feel your pain. When you swear it's all my fault. 'Cause you know we're not the same. No, we're not the same, oh, we're not the same. Yeah, we used to stick together. We wrote our names in blood. But I guess you can't accept that the change is good. It's good, it's good.

The camera back up some as she continues to ramble as she looks to the ground in her torn clothing as she sits Indian fashion on the sand. Still wet... Still dripping.

Twisted Angel: Well, you treat me just like another stranger. Well, it's nice to meet you, sir. Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out, You treat me just like another stranger. Well, it's nice to meet you, sir. Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. Ignorance is your new best friend. Ignorance is your new best friend.

She pulls at her hair and closed her eyes as she continues. Camera man pull farther away.

Twisted Angel: Ignorance is your new best friend. Ignorance is your new best friend. Well, you treat me just like another stranger. Well, it's nice to meet you, sir. Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. You treat me just like another stranger. Well, it's nice to meet you, sir. I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.

It fades to black as she finishes.