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Crimson Cobra · (03-07-2013)

“To call you a brother just wouldn’t suffice. You have done more than help me since the day you showed up to XWF, first distracting Trash and El Chico Blanco allowing me to get the victory. Together we have destroyed the likes of the black circle and other smaller, less important individuals. The Crimson Crest has risen my friend, we are only approaching a false peak in this mountain to glory though, the true greatness of our team still waiting to shine brightly. Our greatness has been blocked from view, but when we move whatever it is obstructing the view many will be blinded by the bright light, the greatness, the Crimson Crest.

Crimson is a name of greatness only being diminished in one form, that of “Dong”. But a deadly being and a cobra will meet in the ring on Monday Night and there will be a battle of such epic proportions everyone will watch in awe as the two fastest rising stars in XWF finally go head to head. A clash of titans, the battle of demi-gods, Cobra and Deadly will be a match for none to miss!

Even though I was the one to make both of our opponents tap out back on Shove it, while you were outside of the ring trying to recover. The victory would have been the cause of Crimson Cobra, let me rephrase, Should have been because of Crimson Cobra. But the Black Circle scum found another way around the rules and were able to cheat us out of our victory.

Either way you are an inspiration, a real legend in the making. But who will reach that status first? I believe that the Cobra may be able to slither into the lead with the victory on Monday Night. This competition being great for the team making us pushing each other to our limits, and even beyond. I only want to get stronger, faster, and better so I must come at you with 100% of my game much like our fatal-4-way. I will be returning to my origins to conjure up why I do what I do. Why I put my body on the line every night, and why I must continue to do so.

I may know the answer to these questions now, but it is the motivation that I seek. There is nothing else in the world that lights the fire under me like seeing him…

I never want to be like him…. The man that made me the way I am now….

This is why I go; this is the only reason that I visit the now 58 year old mental patient. I never want my mind to decay to the filth that his has. He believes that he is the center of the universe; Him the sun to our planet Earth? I think otherwise, he was nothing but a crashing meteor into the deepest part of me. My soul, my destiny, my life was changed because of this evil person and that is something I will never forgive him for.”

The image of Mr. Cobb, his father, appears in his head as he looks into the crystal clear mirror. Both his father and he looking so similar with the same body shape and facial features. Shattering the mirror Crimson Cobra breathes heavily, one visit every other month was enough looking at that man. He didn’t need to see how he looked so much alike although he did have his mother’s eyes, perhaps this was why he looks at the world so differently.

The icy blue that shot from his eyes stunned most who looked into them. But the dark brown eyes that stair back at his were used to them. The dark brown eyes had an angry, evil soul peeking out from behind them. A soul that only wished for others to suffer as he had when he lost everything, when his world as he knew it came to an end. When the heart monitor stopped beeping, even though he was half way across town he knew what had happened and dropped to his knees. The shattered glass scraped him but he didn’t care, the fire from the car crash was blazing hot but this did not bother him either. He knew the only spirit on the planet he ever really loved was gone.

Mr. Cobb sat there staring into the soul of Crimson with his own dark brown eyes. Neither man saying a word to each other just watching growing angrier with the other.

*BEEEEEP*

The bell had rung telling that time was up and security had to escort the visitors back to the main halls making sure no patients attempted an escape. A visit with no talking yet again, and again the visit only fueled the fire that was lit under Crimson Cobra. The anger seeming to grow day by day, wishing the old man would just pass so he wouldn’t feel obligated to see him every other month on the dreaded day.

But it wasn’t until a sudden turn of events that Cobra realized how much he actually needed his father to be there for him.

A 480 number, Phoenix? That was where his father was being held. What could they possibly want, Cobra wasn’t able to get to the phone in time but the machine beeped and the voice began to leave a message.

“Hello Mr. Cobb, This is Dr. Grimes. We have some unfortunate news that must be shared, you being the only listed relative to a Russell Cobb, we had no choice but to inform you. It has seemed that your father has escaped from our hospital, now there isn’t much worry yet, we usually catch escapees within 48 hours and we currently have police on the scene. We were just hoping to get any information we could from you about people your father may know who might be assisting in this escape. Thank you for your time and we will keep you posted good-bye.”

An absolutely puzzled look crossed Crimson’s face, so confused and shocked as to what he has heard. It was only a few days ago that he was face to face with this evil man. Now the man, his dad, has broken out of a mental hospital and might have help. Maybe they got the wrong guy, yeah maybe there is another Mr. Cobb who has a dad named Russell… That has to be it, there’s no way it was Crimson’s dad… No Way.

But what if? The question that Cobra hated the most, the what ifs. The devil’s advocate had to be played by his own mind to him. He would think one thing, it’s not his father. But then that other side would kick in, how man Mr. Cobb’s are actually in that same hospital?

“But my father would have nothing to gain from escaping.”

“Or would he?”

“He is much too old to be able to escape.”

“But he is a former marine.”

These thoughts poisoned the mind of Cobra and ate away at him not allowing him to sleep for the second night in a row. His bloodshot eyes burned as he had to keep them open, only able to close them to blink. The insomnia was going to drive him crazy and he knew it. The sweet serenity of having his eyes closed was only there for a moment before he heard the bedroom door close. He must have left a window open; he opened his eyes and lifted his head from the pillow it laid upon. With a sigh he slowly escaped the seductiveness of a soft bed in such a tiring moment. Cobra opened the door to his bedroom and could do nothing but stand still in shock.

Not his father, but a woman in a long white dress hovered only inches off the ground a few feet from his door. Her eyes the most stunning blue and hair darker then the night sky itself. Her elegance was so familiar to Cobra. Was this strange feeling déjà vu? Looking over to the portrait that he loved to stare into before trying to sleep he saw the woman was missing. The picture of his mother has come to life? She was dead, that was a picture this is all so impossible.

Who, what, when, where, why? Hundreds of thousands of questions now filling the brain of Cobra, so many he was unable to do anything but stand in awe.

“Hello son”

Cobra unable to speak to this miracle.

“Don’t be frightened, I am only here to help you, to guide you through a difficult time.”

Her hand reached down, the softness of her skin giving Cobra the chills, a shiver went up and down his spine and he was still in shock. His mother dead for so many years was now standing above him.

“This is about your father, and what he has done to you in the past Dakota. To you he may seem to be a cruel individual, someone to relinquish all your hatred towards. But you must understand, in such a circumstance people act harshly, not thinking only acting.”

“HE LEFT ME! I was fucking 8 years old and he left me in a god damn house to fend for myself?!”

“Shush child, let me speak before you release your anger towards me. He had done some very rash things that no one would even consider doing if not for the circumstance. You may not understand now and you may only gain more anger from what I am going to tell you but it is the risk we must take as a family. Your father tried every way possible to get me back, one in particular he was in contact with a demonic church. They helped him to sell his soul to Satan in order to see me once more, just to be able to tell me that he loved me. The ritual didn’t work perfectly and there was a problem with your father. Demons possess his body now and his soul is with Lucifer. The police will not be able to find your father but he is on route here son. This demon only wants one thing and that one thing is for you to be dead.”

Heavily breathing Cobra is unsure how to take this information in he begins to shake his head in disbelieve whispering “no” under his breath as if it would stop the situation. Looking around franticly Cobra was still unable to move the rest of his body he could only slowly rock back and forth and close his eyes in fear.

“Not to worry child, I am here to protect you. I will help you slowly, one step at a time. First you need sleep.”

As the last word is uttered Cobra’s eyes open. He is back in bed, the bedroom door closed, but he had just opened it…. Hadn’t he? He quickly darted up out of the bed, very confused. Opening the door he was able to see that the sun had risen and it was now bright outside. This all must have been a dream, he must have finally fought off the insomnia. Looking at the wall where the painting of his mother is to be shocked yet again. The painting had changed she was no longer in her formal wear but was in white as she appeared in what Cobra thought was a dream last night.

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