Post by ladydedraca on Feb 16, 2017 18:46:15 GMT
■out of character■ Good luck to everyone involved. I hope you are well and have fun.
■supporting cast■ Jackson
■word count [excluding scene dividers, headlines and ooc]■ 2.905 words
B L O O D L O S S
Seattle; Washington
ON/OFF camera [aftermath of Redemption 105]
Fuck off.
That was the last thing people heard when ELENA DEDRACA walked backstage. Pushing aside staff members. Almost biting off the head of an PW interviewer. Not tonight. This was no typical behaviour for someone like her. Known as someone gentle and funny backstage. But what had she said in her last speech? Life changes people. Push a kind person once too much, deal with the consequences.
Judges votes.
That must have been what LEX COLLNS had felt. A pride fighter just like her- knocked out by votes. She let out a growl that was heard all through the hallway. It was anger filled. Being out there was what she lived for. It was the very essence of what made the Pale Queen complete. Walking away from that ring now, she didn’t even look at her husband. Not at her manager. Not at the friends that had made an appearance to support her. There was this bitter taste in her mouth that wouldn’t just vanish. It couldn’t. And it had a very nasty name.
Failure.
Her eyes noticed a moment too late that her locker room door was open. It wasn’t supposed to be open. Not without her in it. With a heavy sigh she kicked against it fully expecting a crazy fan. Half naked or worse. Wouldn’t be the first time. But she was colored surprise seeing the smug figure on a steel chair. The white hair freshly trimmed. A leather jacket tightly fitting to a body that had seen more battles than most. And to top all of that, a smile. BRADLEY JACKSON. Her almost black eyes stared at him. Both, curious and surprised.
“The fuck you doing here… .” She stopped herself right there. Closing the door. “I mean hi… the fuck… what?”
Elena didn’t expect an easy answer to that. Not that anything ever had been easy. To most of her friends Jackson was an icon. To Pixie he was her father. But what was this man to Elena? A mentor. Someone that had kicked her arse more than once. Not for company gold or fame, just to get a young girl back on track. It’s been almost a decade since they last stood face to face. While everyone else out there would pat her on the back. Congratulating her on making it this far. She didn’t see that coming up in this conversation. There was nothing like a good loss.
WAKEY! WAKEY!
“Well,” he began in that rusty baritone of his, “that was rather anticlimactic, no?” His hands were restless, drumming on his denim-clad thighs for a moment before he stood, patting the pockets of his jacket before coming up with a mangled pack of gum. “Lost a couple thousand tonight. Bet on you to go all the way, El. You were supposed to be my dark horse.” He punctuated that with a chuckle, slipping a piece of gum between his lips.
She felt a weird mixture of shame and anger building inside herself. Remaining calm on the outside, she shot him wicked look. “Told you once and tell you again, don't bet on me. If you want your money back, find the judges.” A small and dark chuckle. “Because obviously this is what wrestling looks like these days, Brad.”
He shook his head, huffing a caustic laugh. “Nah. That's what bullshit looks like - smells like. Something rotten,” he lifted his hand to gesture vaguely, “between these walls. I dunno. Can’t quite put a finger on it but,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Ever consider that the rotten and dead smell is… me? I told you many years back, I don't know how long I can keep it together.” She let herself sink on an empty chair. “Or more important, if I want to. I have done all right, but what has it earned me?”
Jackson rested his foot on the chair, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his knee. “That’s what you’re in this for? The fuckin’ gains? Jesus H. Christ, El! There’s more to it than that pissy, petty, jockeying for position on the goddamned totem pole garbage. You’re talented enough. Let the chumps worry about the change.”
A small growl formed in her throat. As if an old instinct was kicking in. “How well you know me Brad? I ain't after shiny titles or endless fame. But I have a fucking problem with being overlooked. Had enough of that in the previous company.” She licked over her lips. “So what if I am in for something that they are not ready for?”
“Don’t use that as a copout,” Jackson chuckled darkly, “you don’t wanna be overlooked? Make it so they can’t. Search and destroy. Raze and burn. Be fuckin’ pestilence… be the most goddamned dangerous, annoying-as-fuck you can be, babe. Give that cunt Aurora a run for her money, a little tussle for her crown. You don’t need this bullshit little tournament to prove your worth. You’re not Faith or that vapid little rookie cunt who just beat you on a goddamned technicality. You see what I’m saying?”
Elena folded her arms in front of her chest. For a long moment nothing was said, the silence adding to the tension that had been lingering over them. She looked directly into his eyes.
“So you are saying this: set them on fire and watch them burn? Rip their hearts out and feed them while the warmth is leaving? Make them remember that this isn't a game of chess.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Jackson’s grin was wolfish, almost proud, “maybe that’s what you need. A little refresher on how to be a monster, hmm?”
“It's been awhile. Maybe you are right about this… I almost forgotten what pure horror looks like.” She leaned back, laughing out loud. It was by no means a friendly laughter. “Jackson, you're hired.”
That wry smirk that was pure Jackson crossed his lips as he nodded. “Happy to help. Been too damned long since I smelled fear in the air. Let’s make the poor little animals run for cover.”
Changes come.
This was the moment. The moment when something inside of Elena DeDraca broke. She heard it loud and clear. Something she had glued back together ten years ago. It was inside this smelling locker room that all the memories washed back. Overwhelming her with that anger you can’t put in words. The hurt that had broken a sixteen year old girl. Disturb her with something that was not meant to be cured. He seen it. Then and now again.
A wolf among sheep.
This very moment did lead back to something he once had told her. You can cage a wolf. It will calm down eventually. It will remain behind those bars, pacing around. Back and forth, yellow eyes always focused on the possible target. Wolves are intelligent. Eventually they will appear tame and like big dogs. But leave the cage door open. Remove the steel bars just a moment too long. Elena DeDraca had just been waiting. Observing. Looking for that chance to break free.
When she lifted herself from the chair she did a few steps towards him. The heaviness had left her body. Her mind was wide awake. Elena stood inches away from him with that vicious grin she had tried to hide for way too long.
“Let them run for cover does include there is a safe place. But there isn’t.” With a soft gesture she almost rubbed his cheek. But just almost. “Not anymore.”
My first love was an arsonist. Black eyes, deep set and avarice. Red lips built like a tomb: You'll never get out of this. And moonlight I found would bow, to her slender hand stretched out. Fingers inside your heart and your mind, you'll never get out of this. I'll tell you when it's over. I'll tell you when you can leave. I'll tell you when you cried long enough. Til your blood fills my cup. Blood Loss ~ The Horrible Crowes.
M I R R O R M I R R O R
New York City; New York
ON/OFF camera
Sometimes you had to go back to the very beginning of a book to remember the story correctly. To get in touch with the characters once again. Pick up things you might have not noticed the first time. This was something that did not only occur in the matter of a book, it was also a lesson for life. Remember where you coming from and decide yourself if you wanna go there once again. With a smile. With a frown. Erasing the doubts that had all those years growing inside your tiny heart. Finding your strength in a place that was long forgotten.
Anger.
She had been sitting inside this room for the past hour. Maybe hours even. The lights were dimmed, Just spreading enough to show her pale face and the long black hair that was creating a perfect frame. The dark colored lips and the small piercing. But nothing more alluring than those big eyes. Highlighted with the dark makeup and that serious expression. When the first words escaped her lips it felt strange. Elena did not recognise her own voice.
“Once more with feeling. Once more sitting here and praising my opponents and all the things they have achieved. Speaking about how talented they are and how far they can make it in this industry. Isn’t that what everyone is expecting me to do? The very thing that makes Elena DeDraca so likable. The way she pays respect to whoever has been booked against her. Show after show. Match after match. Good Elena will rub your ego and make you look good.” She chuckled. “Pathetic. I really gotta say, shame on me. Not on anyone else for that matter. So much time wasted for nothing but a pat on the back. Oh yeah, and a paycheck that I really do not need. You come to a point in your life where you lean back and look at what you created. Wondering what you will be remembered for. In my case that would be a few title reigns and my way of doing business. So fair. So helpful. So supporting. What all of you fail to see is this, i couldn’t care less. I thought that this was what mattered in this business. Being respected and fulfilling my duties. But what about their duties? What does the company owe me? What does the roster owe me? Nothing. This answer is as good as any other. You are either the golden pick of a legacy or you will remain golden garbage. I ain’t denying that has been eating me alive. Not anymore. Not ever again.”
Her lips a thin line. The expression emotionless. She heard her own breathing going slow and steady. A certain sharpness in her voice.
“I look at Finn and myself and I see a force of destruction. Something that took almost ten years to fully flourish. Always something standing in the way. People separating us from the beginning on. Why? The truth is rather simple and ugly. Jealousy. Together we create something that can hardly be stopped. Two young, focused fighters willing to put it all on the line.” She looked over her shoulder, as if there was another person with her. “Is this the moment where I say bravo Phoenix Wrestling? You are indeed fearless. I am very proud of you guys. Not really. But that is something for another day when we have time to fill. Concentrate on promoting one person for a big event, instead of all the people that worked for it. I get it, pretty face and all that shit. Drifting off. Something that happens way too often these days. What really matters to me during The Awakening is that this is the point of no return. I know of the worth that rests behind Finn Whelan; the question is though, do you? Are you prepared for what happens when two people that know each other, in and out, team up? There will be no missed steps or wasted opportunities. Just two people chopped out of the same wood, ready to set the world on fire. It was always coming down to this: brother and sister in arms. I ain’t afraid for whatever storm is in front of us, because I know him at my side.”
The usual cracking noise when rolling her neck filled up the room. Disturbing the silence that was holding together the image that she had created. The tingling pain caused by her nerves would never fully leave. A reminder.
“But enough of the two most important people in that match. Shall we move on? FAITH. Automatically I wanna hum the George Michael's song. Don’t remember it? Understandable. Wasn’t all that spectacular. But where am I aiming with that? Do I call Faith boring. Nah. She is way too pretty to be called that. And since pretty is the new talented. Okay. Slow down Elena, not spoiling the party straight away. Must give you the itch girl to team up with another person again. Why did the last run? Was he afraid? Or just bored with your behaviour on social media? Getting into pointless fights with little girls that did not show you enough respect. It was hilarious, for like ten seconds. But hey, if that is what keeps you motivated. Who is Faith? What is Faith going to do? I don’t know. And I am afraid sweetheart, you don’t know either. Ever since you lost to Aurora… you haven’t been the same. Your confidence shattered and every step a struggle. With that said my pet, how you think you can challenge Rori and Mas for those belts? Or is CHRIS ANDREW the ace up your sleeve.” She raised one of her eyebrows, shrugging her shoulders. “A guy that has been part of my wedding. Someone I have zero problem with. Apart from the fact that he is still scared of the myth Ron Swat. And his anal obsession. Chris no offense man, but what the fuck? You had three times the chance now to run him over, you failed. It makes zero difference if you and me are on good terms, you stand between myself and what I want. I can’t help it. And way more important, I don’t wanna help it. You are good guy but that is where your problem rests. Good guys get fucked. In the arse.”
Elena licked over her lips in a slow and seductive manner. She got up from her position, another cracking noise. Glass scratching over concrete.
“Look at what we have. The old. The uncertain. What are we missing? The new. THE COLLECTIVE. Hooray for the big, bad guys. And when I say big… man, I mean big. If size could impress me, those two would have made it. They marched through their opponents like they were made of glass. But guess what? Not everything is meant to be broken. Just like not everything is meant to be fixed. I accept that you are the hot, new shit. But miei amici, you can’t expect to be the center of every party. Finn and me talked about you guys. Pretty much because you are the wildcard of this whole scenario. I ain’t no fortune telling cookie. I don’t own a crystal ball that will tell me about what’s to come.” Her face turning into a grimace. Showing off sharp, white teeth. “I can tell you though what we are going to do. Withstand the storm you think the Collective can create. Maybe it is the Brit in me, but I am a sucker for bad weather. There won’t be any desperate moves my beloved. But nothing all too fancy either. Seeing the background you come from, this is going to be a fight. And that is what we came for, right? It has me excited to stand across someone that can throw a mean punch. It makes my senses tingle to imagine the force that rests behind those big hands. If you ain’t willing to put it all on the line- you are not worthy to succeed. Look at it from our perspective. A door closed on Finn and me. One we wanted to keep open with all our might. It slapped us on the way out, but then we saw something. A new door.”
Without a warning the lights went on. It took Elena a moment to get used to it, causing her to blink several times. When the camera focus switched the viewer got a chance to observe. A round room. The walls covered with mirrors. Broken mirrors. All but one. All over the cold floor shattered glass. Crimson red sprinkles covering the knuckles of Elena.
Blood loss.
For a moment she would look at her own reflection in the mirror. Head to toes. Nothing had changed. Still the same girl that entered this room earlier today. Was it? Her hand ran almost gentle over the pure glass, smearing blood on it.
“You got me all figured out. You have seen me so many times. Invited me in your home to entertain you. Seen that smile. Your own reflection in those dark eyes. But like the name of the event reads. An Awakening is ahead of us. So open your eyes. If you dare.”
She punched the mirror causing it to shatter when the lights went out. Pitch black.
I didn’t change. I just woke up. ~ Elena DeDraca
■supporting cast■ Jackson
■word count [excluding scene dividers, headlines and ooc]■ 2.905 words
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B L O O D L O S S
Seattle; Washington
ON/OFF camera [aftermath of Redemption 105]
Fuck off.
That was the last thing people heard when ELENA DEDRACA walked backstage. Pushing aside staff members. Almost biting off the head of an PW interviewer. Not tonight. This was no typical behaviour for someone like her. Known as someone gentle and funny backstage. But what had she said in her last speech? Life changes people. Push a kind person once too much, deal with the consequences.
Judges votes.
That must have been what LEX COLLNS had felt. A pride fighter just like her- knocked out by votes. She let out a growl that was heard all through the hallway. It was anger filled. Being out there was what she lived for. It was the very essence of what made the Pale Queen complete. Walking away from that ring now, she didn’t even look at her husband. Not at her manager. Not at the friends that had made an appearance to support her. There was this bitter taste in her mouth that wouldn’t just vanish. It couldn’t. And it had a very nasty name.
Failure.
Her eyes noticed a moment too late that her locker room door was open. It wasn’t supposed to be open. Not without her in it. With a heavy sigh she kicked against it fully expecting a crazy fan. Half naked or worse. Wouldn’t be the first time. But she was colored surprise seeing the smug figure on a steel chair. The white hair freshly trimmed. A leather jacket tightly fitting to a body that had seen more battles than most. And to top all of that, a smile. BRADLEY JACKSON. Her almost black eyes stared at him. Both, curious and surprised.
“The fuck you doing here… .” She stopped herself right there. Closing the door. “I mean hi… the fuck… what?”
Elena didn’t expect an easy answer to that. Not that anything ever had been easy. To most of her friends Jackson was an icon. To Pixie he was her father. But what was this man to Elena? A mentor. Someone that had kicked her arse more than once. Not for company gold or fame, just to get a young girl back on track. It’s been almost a decade since they last stood face to face. While everyone else out there would pat her on the back. Congratulating her on making it this far. She didn’t see that coming up in this conversation. There was nothing like a good loss.
WAKEY! WAKEY!
“Well,” he began in that rusty baritone of his, “that was rather anticlimactic, no?” His hands were restless, drumming on his denim-clad thighs for a moment before he stood, patting the pockets of his jacket before coming up with a mangled pack of gum. “Lost a couple thousand tonight. Bet on you to go all the way, El. You were supposed to be my dark horse.” He punctuated that with a chuckle, slipping a piece of gum between his lips.
She felt a weird mixture of shame and anger building inside herself. Remaining calm on the outside, she shot him wicked look. “Told you once and tell you again, don't bet on me. If you want your money back, find the judges.” A small and dark chuckle. “Because obviously this is what wrestling looks like these days, Brad.”
He shook his head, huffing a caustic laugh. “Nah. That's what bullshit looks like - smells like. Something rotten,” he lifted his hand to gesture vaguely, “between these walls. I dunno. Can’t quite put a finger on it but,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Ever consider that the rotten and dead smell is… me? I told you many years back, I don't know how long I can keep it together.” She let herself sink on an empty chair. “Or more important, if I want to. I have done all right, but what has it earned me?”
Jackson rested his foot on the chair, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his knee. “That’s what you’re in this for? The fuckin’ gains? Jesus H. Christ, El! There’s more to it than that pissy, petty, jockeying for position on the goddamned totem pole garbage. You’re talented enough. Let the chumps worry about the change.”
A small growl formed in her throat. As if an old instinct was kicking in. “How well you know me Brad? I ain't after shiny titles or endless fame. But I have a fucking problem with being overlooked. Had enough of that in the previous company.” She licked over her lips. “So what if I am in for something that they are not ready for?”
“Don’t use that as a copout,” Jackson chuckled darkly, “you don’t wanna be overlooked? Make it so they can’t. Search and destroy. Raze and burn. Be fuckin’ pestilence… be the most goddamned dangerous, annoying-as-fuck you can be, babe. Give that cunt Aurora a run for her money, a little tussle for her crown. You don’t need this bullshit little tournament to prove your worth. You’re not Faith or that vapid little rookie cunt who just beat you on a goddamned technicality. You see what I’m saying?”
Elena folded her arms in front of her chest. For a long moment nothing was said, the silence adding to the tension that had been lingering over them. She looked directly into his eyes.
“So you are saying this: set them on fire and watch them burn? Rip their hearts out and feed them while the warmth is leaving? Make them remember that this isn't a game of chess.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Jackson’s grin was wolfish, almost proud, “maybe that’s what you need. A little refresher on how to be a monster, hmm?”
“It's been awhile. Maybe you are right about this… I almost forgotten what pure horror looks like.” She leaned back, laughing out loud. It was by no means a friendly laughter. “Jackson, you're hired.”
That wry smirk that was pure Jackson crossed his lips as he nodded. “Happy to help. Been too damned long since I smelled fear in the air. Let’s make the poor little animals run for cover.”
Changes come.
This was the moment. The moment when something inside of Elena DeDraca broke. She heard it loud and clear. Something she had glued back together ten years ago. It was inside this smelling locker room that all the memories washed back. Overwhelming her with that anger you can’t put in words. The hurt that had broken a sixteen year old girl. Disturb her with something that was not meant to be cured. He seen it. Then and now again.
A wolf among sheep.
This very moment did lead back to something he once had told her. You can cage a wolf. It will calm down eventually. It will remain behind those bars, pacing around. Back and forth, yellow eyes always focused on the possible target. Wolves are intelligent. Eventually they will appear tame and like big dogs. But leave the cage door open. Remove the steel bars just a moment too long. Elena DeDraca had just been waiting. Observing. Looking for that chance to break free.
When she lifted herself from the chair she did a few steps towards him. The heaviness had left her body. Her mind was wide awake. Elena stood inches away from him with that vicious grin she had tried to hide for way too long.
“Let them run for cover does include there is a safe place. But there isn’t.” With a soft gesture she almost rubbed his cheek. But just almost. “Not anymore.”
My first love was an arsonist. Black eyes, deep set and avarice. Red lips built like a tomb: You'll never get out of this. And moonlight I found would bow, to her slender hand stretched out. Fingers inside your heart and your mind, you'll never get out of this. I'll tell you when it's over. I'll tell you when you can leave. I'll tell you when you cried long enough. Til your blood fills my cup. Blood Loss ~ The Horrible Crowes.
M I R R O R M I R R O R
New York City; New York
ON/OFF camera
Sometimes you had to go back to the very beginning of a book to remember the story correctly. To get in touch with the characters once again. Pick up things you might have not noticed the first time. This was something that did not only occur in the matter of a book, it was also a lesson for life. Remember where you coming from and decide yourself if you wanna go there once again. With a smile. With a frown. Erasing the doubts that had all those years growing inside your tiny heart. Finding your strength in a place that was long forgotten.
Anger.
She had been sitting inside this room for the past hour. Maybe hours even. The lights were dimmed, Just spreading enough to show her pale face and the long black hair that was creating a perfect frame. The dark colored lips and the small piercing. But nothing more alluring than those big eyes. Highlighted with the dark makeup and that serious expression. When the first words escaped her lips it felt strange. Elena did not recognise her own voice.
“Once more with feeling. Once more sitting here and praising my opponents and all the things they have achieved. Speaking about how talented they are and how far they can make it in this industry. Isn’t that what everyone is expecting me to do? The very thing that makes Elena DeDraca so likable. The way she pays respect to whoever has been booked against her. Show after show. Match after match. Good Elena will rub your ego and make you look good.” She chuckled. “Pathetic. I really gotta say, shame on me. Not on anyone else for that matter. So much time wasted for nothing but a pat on the back. Oh yeah, and a paycheck that I really do not need. You come to a point in your life where you lean back and look at what you created. Wondering what you will be remembered for. In my case that would be a few title reigns and my way of doing business. So fair. So helpful. So supporting. What all of you fail to see is this, i couldn’t care less. I thought that this was what mattered in this business. Being respected and fulfilling my duties. But what about their duties? What does the company owe me? What does the roster owe me? Nothing. This answer is as good as any other. You are either the golden pick of a legacy or you will remain golden garbage. I ain’t denying that has been eating me alive. Not anymore. Not ever again.”
Her lips a thin line. The expression emotionless. She heard her own breathing going slow and steady. A certain sharpness in her voice.
“I look at Finn and myself and I see a force of destruction. Something that took almost ten years to fully flourish. Always something standing in the way. People separating us from the beginning on. Why? The truth is rather simple and ugly. Jealousy. Together we create something that can hardly be stopped. Two young, focused fighters willing to put it all on the line.” She looked over her shoulder, as if there was another person with her. “Is this the moment where I say bravo Phoenix Wrestling? You are indeed fearless. I am very proud of you guys. Not really. But that is something for another day when we have time to fill. Concentrate on promoting one person for a big event, instead of all the people that worked for it. I get it, pretty face and all that shit. Drifting off. Something that happens way too often these days. What really matters to me during The Awakening is that this is the point of no return. I know of the worth that rests behind Finn Whelan; the question is though, do you? Are you prepared for what happens when two people that know each other, in and out, team up? There will be no missed steps or wasted opportunities. Just two people chopped out of the same wood, ready to set the world on fire. It was always coming down to this: brother and sister in arms. I ain’t afraid for whatever storm is in front of us, because I know him at my side.”
The usual cracking noise when rolling her neck filled up the room. Disturbing the silence that was holding together the image that she had created. The tingling pain caused by her nerves would never fully leave. A reminder.
“But enough of the two most important people in that match. Shall we move on? FAITH. Automatically I wanna hum the George Michael's song. Don’t remember it? Understandable. Wasn’t all that spectacular. But where am I aiming with that? Do I call Faith boring. Nah. She is way too pretty to be called that. And since pretty is the new talented. Okay. Slow down Elena, not spoiling the party straight away. Must give you the itch girl to team up with another person again. Why did the last run? Was he afraid? Or just bored with your behaviour on social media? Getting into pointless fights with little girls that did not show you enough respect. It was hilarious, for like ten seconds. But hey, if that is what keeps you motivated. Who is Faith? What is Faith going to do? I don’t know. And I am afraid sweetheart, you don’t know either. Ever since you lost to Aurora… you haven’t been the same. Your confidence shattered and every step a struggle. With that said my pet, how you think you can challenge Rori and Mas for those belts? Or is CHRIS ANDREW the ace up your sleeve.” She raised one of her eyebrows, shrugging her shoulders. “A guy that has been part of my wedding. Someone I have zero problem with. Apart from the fact that he is still scared of the myth Ron Swat. And his anal obsession. Chris no offense man, but what the fuck? You had three times the chance now to run him over, you failed. It makes zero difference if you and me are on good terms, you stand between myself and what I want. I can’t help it. And way more important, I don’t wanna help it. You are good guy but that is where your problem rests. Good guys get fucked. In the arse.”
Elena licked over her lips in a slow and seductive manner. She got up from her position, another cracking noise. Glass scratching over concrete.
“Look at what we have. The old. The uncertain. What are we missing? The new. THE COLLECTIVE. Hooray for the big, bad guys. And when I say big… man, I mean big. If size could impress me, those two would have made it. They marched through their opponents like they were made of glass. But guess what? Not everything is meant to be broken. Just like not everything is meant to be fixed. I accept that you are the hot, new shit. But miei amici, you can’t expect to be the center of every party. Finn and me talked about you guys. Pretty much because you are the wildcard of this whole scenario. I ain’t no fortune telling cookie. I don’t own a crystal ball that will tell me about what’s to come.” Her face turning into a grimace. Showing off sharp, white teeth. “I can tell you though what we are going to do. Withstand the storm you think the Collective can create. Maybe it is the Brit in me, but I am a sucker for bad weather. There won’t be any desperate moves my beloved. But nothing all too fancy either. Seeing the background you come from, this is going to be a fight. And that is what we came for, right? It has me excited to stand across someone that can throw a mean punch. It makes my senses tingle to imagine the force that rests behind those big hands. If you ain’t willing to put it all on the line- you are not worthy to succeed. Look at it from our perspective. A door closed on Finn and me. One we wanted to keep open with all our might. It slapped us on the way out, but then we saw something. A new door.”
Without a warning the lights went on. It took Elena a moment to get used to it, causing her to blink several times. When the camera focus switched the viewer got a chance to observe. A round room. The walls covered with mirrors. Broken mirrors. All but one. All over the cold floor shattered glass. Crimson red sprinkles covering the knuckles of Elena.
Blood loss.
For a moment she would look at her own reflection in the mirror. Head to toes. Nothing had changed. Still the same girl that entered this room earlier today. Was it? Her hand ran almost gentle over the pure glass, smearing blood on it.
“You got me all figured out. You have seen me so many times. Invited me in your home to entertain you. Seen that smile. Your own reflection in those dark eyes. But like the name of the event reads. An Awakening is ahead of us. So open your eyes. If you dare.”
She punched the mirror causing it to shatter when the lights went out. Pitch black.
I didn’t change. I just woke up. ~ Elena DeDraca
The Pale Queen
