Violent Eyes

[Maz]

VIOLENT EYES

HELL || hel/
noun

- A place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death.

Welcome to OUR world... (echoes)


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And that is where the curvy, snake-inspired trail ends.

Those wide-angled smiles you two shared on your faces, already seated and awaiting your future opponents in order to be crowned the new Duos Champion, they all have...faded. I know the popular answer would be, “Oh no, we are ready for whoever comes our way!” but deep down .. deep, deep down, you prayed for ‘The Collective’ to collect an upset over us. Easy pickings for you two but no, I was not upsetting the Queen. I don’t have it in my putrid, black heart to upset her. She’s been clamoring for this for the longest. Something that never should’ve been taken away in the first, but due to unfortunate circumstances, those titles were no longer hers and her partner’s and now ... now it’s time for some beautiful payback.

Hell is waiting for your arrival, Faith and Chris! Poor Geno and Tony are already down there, up on their heads, serving til’ time calls for them to rest at ease. You two are next to join alongside them. Mason will be there soon as well after the ‘savage’ beating heart of Rowyn Starr finishes him off, he’ll be down there, standing up on his ‘broom’ of a mohawk.

Like a low, under-the-radar tornado, we will tear through everyone and everything. You will believe all will be a brush-over and no real damage will occur but oh my darling, will there ever be! We’ve tangoed before Faith, you know me. You can tell your pretty friend about me. You know I don’t play. You know I don’t have limits. My mind is a jungle. My vision is shot, all I see is red.

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UNKNOWN LOCATION
5:45 PM

“It’s like...like they don’t understand the levels of instability I carry. They continue to try...try me when they OBVIOUSLY shouldn't!”

The sulking, sinking voice of one Masaru spoke loud enough for his buddy, his only buddy, Olly the Owl, who stood perched on his right shoulder as his right arm stood as a stilt, as Masaru leaned towards that direction as he sat on the somewhat chilly asphalt surface. Not in a liquor lot as usual, but something that looked like an abandoned complex.

“It’s like they, you know, do it for fun. To tease. To see me blow a fuse. Testing patience that isn’t there.”

The slight twitching of the Owl’s head as it slowly turned to the left, eyes blinking before returning to its default position, looking straight ahead.

“You, you the only one Olly .. You understand me. You listen to me. Okay, okay, wait ... you and Rori. Yes! You’re the only two who cares, even an ounce of my well-being. Trust is difficult in this age of life.”

The Owl seemed to understand what his unofficial owner was saying as a nod of his head came, or it could’ve been just...something else. For what was already a ‘drowny’ kind of day had grown worse as rain drops had started to fall at rapid pace, plopping on the shoulders of the trench coat.

“Everyone felt the need to try and separate us but we will never part. NEVER. You HEAR me? NEVER! They...they tried to say you didn’t belong. They said I had no right to have you in my possession. I found you. I grabbed you because you called for me. You called for help. You wanted a new life and who gave you one? ... I did! Now everyone is mad and jealousy has stricken them.”

Turning his head to the left, he nodded his head as if he was nodding to...someone. There was nothing in the radius of five feet except that of a mattress-stuffed dumpster that stunk like a colossal pile of shit. The rain falling aided no help with it as it would only worsen it over time. Maz, continually nodding his head in that direction.

“I know right? Everyone wish they could sport a creature such as this beautiful beast. They wish they had a watchful eye to keep them safe even when in a deep sleep. I didn’t steal him. He called for me.”

His head immediately turned right, an enraged glare on his face as something ‘struck a chord’. He whipped his now slightly wet black and reddish hair back behind his ears.

“No, I DID NOT STEAL HIM! You saw it for your own what happened. He came to me. He came for me. He wanted to be free and I gave him that. I didn’t steal him. How can I steal him if I didn’t snatch him from his habitat? I never expected having an owl stay perched on my shoulder. Never! He is my pet and he isn’t going any goddamn where!”

Seemingly in disagreement with whomever or whatever was speaking to him, he shook his head sporadically, going against.

“No! He isn’t going ANYWHERE, Damnit! HE’S MINES!”

The Owl had begun hooting loudly as it caused for Maz’s face to change back to normal. He blinked several times before shooting a wicked smile.

“I’m sorry, Olly! You know how I can be sometimes. I refuse to go back to that doctor. He was such a fucking dick. He too never listened to me. All he did was write down fucking medicines and come with insane replies of or about medicine to take.”

Maz shook his head.

“I have no time for that shit, Olly! My bad temper won’t allow idiocy to creep through the cracks. You are sort of my ‘calm’. You are the sole reason I didn’t leave Daniels with a slit throat on the canvas. You gave me a reason to let him live on. You gave me a reason to show a sight of sympathy.”

A long, exasperating sigh came forth from Maz as he shook his head, looking down at his slumped position on the ground.

“Because you know, maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me ... And, and after all, you...you’re my-my wond....wonderwall?”

Moments had passed, quoting with a bit of stutter, the famed lyrics of Oasis’s Wonderwall as Maz remained silent before letting out a raucous laugh that could be heard a block or more away, even scaring his ‘partner in crime’, Olly the Owl.

“That’s funny! Even you know Olly that there is no fucking saving me. There’s no such! I’m going to die a broken-hearted individual who was an adrenaline junkie for violence. There’s no fix. There’s no saving me. There’s no antidote. I’m gonna die and you know, that’s alright with me...”

Pausing in the midst, that wicked smile once again emerged.

“...I’m taking bodies with me along the way.”

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This is a game of ‘Pick Your Poison’. Aurora and I, it’s something majestic. It should’ve happened long before now but you know what they say, there’s no better time than now! We are making the best of this adventure. The Collective’s Geno and Tony THOUGHT they had something. They thought they had a shot at us. Calling my dear friend Aurora out of her name, calling me a ‘China Doll’. HOW FUCKING DARE THEY?! They paid dearly for it too. Broke like glass. They found out very quickly of what we were about as everyone witnessed us as a pair. The merchandise is selling, that tells you what people think of us as a team. Bloody lovely.

I may be insane. I may be unstable, but I am unforgetful on major things like ... being liked only ten percent. Or...or not being a future invite on the wedding list. I LOVE BLACK WEDDINGS, DAMNIT! You thought five months later those comments would be forgotten, FAITH?

Thanks to a little birdy named Twitter, they’ve kept me to date. They beeped me that an incredible point in time was coming. Remembrance of those moments we ‘chatted’ per say. You put me in a foul mood, Faith and I thought I knew you. Remember the old Phoenix. The whole ‘Phoenix Rise’ era. You were so different, even at a point and time, we were supposedly friends but I guess things change, people change along with it. Trust is a tricky, problematic thing. I hate those I can’t trust and Faith, that’s the becoming of you.

Where’s the faith?

What’s faith?

Faith is lost, that’s what! Faith is no longer in the vocabulary. That ten percent of likes will quickly fall to negative ranks after I’m done with decapitating your petite little frame, limb by limb. I fully understand that you and your partner worked too hard for too long to just lose it all on the last stage but my darling, that is definitely what’s going to happen. Congratulations on making it to this level, but this is where you lay to rest.

Chris, while it seems like you’re all forgotten in this mess, believe me you are all but forgotten. You will surely get some of this ‘lovin’ too come time. People who’ve watched have seen you two make a name for yourselves out of nowhere but unfortunately you had to end your course at this stage. I told you where Geno and Tony were. Its best you two get used to doing headstands because that will be life for you after this.

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The Annex
Daly City, CA

1:30 AM


“What in th-...”

Walking into what was a bar along with being a sports bar and grill but in this instance it was that for late night drinkers. The Annex. A late stop in the city where the PW Supershow was being held, Daly City. Mouths dropped open, eyes staring at the entrance to the rugged appearance of Maz entering the frame along with his sidekick, Olly. Backed up fully into their chairs, they sat with wide-eyes, unsure of what to say or do as it stood silent.

“Uhm...Hi! Ho-how can I assist y-y-you??”

Slowly reaching the bar counter, slow stepping. Right foot, left foot. Dragging heavily as if something was wrong with his left leg. He slowly hopped up onto the wooden bar stool as his one leg, the left was propped onto the side of the stool. Those who were sitting on the other stools slowly departed from them as there was a foul stinch of smell seeping from him.

“Give me your STRONGEST, stiffest selection!”

Olly the Owl had hopped off briefly from Maz’s shoulder as he stood on the bar table as it gave the bartender and folks a fit. Those who had departed their seats had aimed for the exits, saluting to the female bartender.

“We’ll see you tomorrow! Time to go!”

The lady shook her head as her eyes beaded on the small line that exited her bar.

“You all really going to just leave my ass here?!”

“Lady, this is your place, not ours! You handle this your damn self, we’re outta’ here!”

Making their way officially out, the female bartender threw up a middle finger to them as she tended to Maz’s order, pouring him what he asked for. She turned and slammed it on the table as some of splashed on the counter. Olly tried to interject and get in Maz’s drink but he pulled away just in time, throwing his index finger at it.

“Not for you! FOR ME!”

Taking the medium-sized glass and drinking down the contents with one go, Maz shook his head, his body shook before falling off the stool. Quickly getting back up onto his feet. Hair all covering his face, he looked at the bartender.

“What in the hell WAS that?”

A face of anger was all that was there after brushing back his hair. He slammed his fist on the table, demanding of an answer. The woman was terrified, unsure of what to even say. She muttered something before stuttering. Maz had reached into his pocket, pulling out was a shiny quarter. Flicking it back and forth, he stared at it for a moment before glaring back to the chick.

“That’s fine. Don’t answer, we’re going to play a little game of “How Fast...” instead. It kinda goes a little something like this. I’m going to give you a chance to run. By the time I flick this coin in the air, you have that much time before it hits the floor to get out of here.”

He pauses, placing his index finger up.

“However, if you don’t make it out of here quick enough, whatever side it lands on, that will be your end-fate. If it lands on ‘Heads’, that’ a stab to the heart. If it lands on ‘Tails’, that’s a uhm...”

He sticks his head up trying to peep for something to call for Tails before he grins heavily.

“...Face to the grill back there until you are well-done. Sounds fair?”

The woman’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she trembled. Maz kept that grin on his face as he was about to flip the coin. The lady ‘mad dashed’ her way from behind the bar and through the double doors, stumbling and falling to the ground outside before quickly getting up and taking off, screaming.

“Damnit, I should’ve locked the doors first!”

Letting off a pitiful sigh, his plan was doomed as he and his buddy was the only two inside of the bar as there was some music playing low in the background. He continued to hold onto the coin as he tilted his head.

“Well, I’ll still flip it, just to see...”

Tossing it up in the air with his thumb, watching it flip sporadically in the air, it landed on the edge as it spun around before falling on Tails. As if saying “Dang it!” with the hand gesture and all, he hopped off the stool to reach down and pick up the coin.

“That could’ve been fun!”