Halloween is my favorite day of the year.
And this year... I want to be a witch.
When I move to Nebraska, and if I am friends with Hannah again by then--
I will be. She was going to let me borrow her hat... and she's amazing with make-up and stuff like that.
Ever since seeing "The Craft" with Fairuza Balk a couple of years ago, that's been my dream...
... the last year I spent with my ex, Crystal, we traded gifts on Halloween. She got me the complete TMNT movie collection... she knew me very well.
Annnd... Halloween ties in a great deal with my character, in all of his numerous variations...
As I've said, I'll be divulging all of that history in time. Leading into this Halloween...
... and I'm beginning to formulate an idea of exactly what I want to do come All Hallow's Eve this year, as far as the XWF is concerned.
...
bPrepared.
#stay_tuned
~ October 31st, 1985 -
It was early in the morning, and the sun was just beginning to rise. Frank turned over in bed... his eyes groggy. Even moreso than usual due to the large amount of alcohol he had consumed the night before. He felt the hang-over hit him like a tidal wave. And emotions swept over him that he normally managed to suppress. He stared through bloodshot eyes at the figure laying beside him. Beth, the woman he had devoted his love to all those years ago. The woman he had vowed to honor and to cherish. The woman he spent night after night berrating.
He felt himself swimming in a sea of memories... Young Axl. The boy he taught to ride a bicycle. The boy he used to watch pro-wrestling with every Saturday night. The boy he used to play baseball with. He bought Axl a specially built, custom black baseball bat. Every weekend, they would head to the local sandlot, and Axl felt pride in swinging that bat for the fences. But ever since Frank allowed himself to spiral into what he'd become, Axl couldn't get himself to touch the thing. And Frank knew this. And he knew why.
Frank gazed at Beth's beautiful face as she rested. He wanted so badly to tell her how sorry he was for everything he had ever done to mistreat her and their first-born. But he didn't.
And sometimes, the worst action you can take, is taking none at all.
As darkness descended that night, the cold wind howled, strong and sharp, following those children who wandered throughout town... clad in Mickey Mouse ears, princess tiaras, witch hats. But upon the head of one young eight-year-old boy, none of these things sat. Instead, he carried thoughts inside of it: thoughts of candy, yes, but much, much more. Hand in hand with his older brother, Axl Gordon, young Reeve was a Believer: a Believer in the purity of the human soul, the kindness within the human spirit, and the certainty that he would have a soft pillow to rest his head on when he returned home from his hunt for chocolate and jawbreakers. He would be sleeping gently in his bed, with his brother, his father, and his mother all there to protect him.
Reeve wore the costume of his favorite monster -- a vampire. His jet-black cape lashed behind him in the wind, his plastic fangs protruded from his mouth. Reeve had always held a special place in his young heart for this day. Each year, he would trek through the rural town of Nowhere with his brother Axl, always sharing the fun of dressing up and pretending that they were someone else. Always laughing together as they smiled and ran up to each individual house, gathering as many goodies as two plastic jack-o-lanterns could carry. Reeve always loved this time of the year, as did his brother, Axl; it was one of the few times of the year that he and Reeve could leave the reality of their home behind, if only for a moment, and escape.
Axl was clad in the outfit of his favorite professional wrestler, "Mighty" Mike Malone. He looked down at his little brother, calling him by name to grab his attention : "Reeve."
Reeve glanced back. "Yeah, big bro.?"
Axl tapped his watch. "It's getting pretty late, I think we should head back. Besides, all the good houses have already shut off their light and turned in for the night."
Reeve smiled. "Awww, ok. I was wantin' to fill this thing up to the top!"
Axl returned the smile. "Oh, trust me kid, you have enough sweets. I'd be surprised if you weren't spending the next five weeks bouncing off the walls!"
Reeve beamed with delight, and giggled gleefully. "Let's get home so we can chow down!"
Axl hooked an arm around his brother's shoulders and ruffled his hair a bit, as the two smiled and laughed contentedly. The red, yellow and orange tinted leaves spiraled in the fresh autumn air. They fell from the nearly bare trees and span across the dying grass. And as the kaleidoscope of color transformed the scene, surrounding Axl and Reeve with sheer brilliance, the chilling fall wind brushed along, nipping at the brothers' heels. They headed home to begin digging into their collection of candy.
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"iAm the sun.
iAm the air.
iAm the summoner.
"And I need to be loved.
Just like anybody else does.
"'... I've already waited too long,
And all my hope is gone."
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