Post by mystery on Feb 28, 2012 23:03:44 GMT -5
~For some, answers never come~
Black. Always black. Comforting to him. Relaxing, nurturing. He can curl inside, look within to find himself, even when he is buried beneath this facade. Lance will never let him free. Lance owns his fate. The secret is his key. He will hold it over him for as long as he can. He already knows the eye of the king cannot hold him forever, but the secret of who lies beneath it all, beneath the shroud and the mask, that is something he can't afford to allow to reach the surface. If they knew--if anyone knew. What could come of him. Do they remember? Do they understand? It was never about the where or the how, but always the why. They would wonder, they would ask questions. If they knew where he had been these years, they would most certainly reject him.
A lamp, the light of sanity in this hurricane of insanity. It is there long enough to see Mystery, his hand resting on the lamp's switch. He sits, Indian style in the middle of the room, nothing around him, the floors cement and the smell acrid, like an old basement. Then, just as quickly, the light is gone and we see the spots in our eyes as they fight to adjust to such drastic changes. The black is enveloping, swallowing us into it. Slowly, the black grows dimmer as the night vision kicks into action. Shapes begin to solidify. As if knowing we were straining to see him, Mystery turns the lamp on again and we can see him staring at two title belts, gleaming on the floor in the lamp light. He seems entranced by them. His free hand touches their surface as if it were some primitive cave drawing just discovered. He turns the lamp off again, leaving us encased in dark.
"Gold. Value. Accomplishment."
His voice hangs thick in the air, his every word seeming to come from everywhere, but nowhere. There is nothing hollow about him. Always deep, always full.
"You see, for some people, they measure their lives by the little rewards, the accolades they might receive. They believe that the toys, the awards and trophies make life were living. They think that the true litmus test for greatness lies within some realm that you can put your hands on. Something as tangible as money. Most of those people lie within these walls. Always chasing, always looking for the next thing, the next belt, the next t-shirt sold. I do not share your dillusion."
The light is on again, Mystery's muses now gone, but his fixation still on the place where they were. That smell is present again, like a house that hasn't been lived in for decades. Everything feels like a dream, as if we really aren't here. The spots are back in our eyes, dancing like a clown's balloon in the wind. Somehow, Mystery moves with them, blocking even a suggestion of humanity beneath his cloak.
"This belt, excuse me, these belts, are merely bargaining chips toward some greater understanding. Step one, phase one in my master plan to destroy all who stand in my way. If I take all your toys, all your awards and all your accolades, what is left for you? Will you survive? Would you be motivated, knowing we are all doomed to fail. Will you see your errors, and the errors in your ways. Could you still fill that hole in your life? Could you say you are whole again?"
The lights are turned off again and Mystery chuckles to himself. The senses are turned off again. No sight and no sound. Even the smell is gone again.
"But love can save us all, can't it? We are at the mercy of the fates. Cupid, the symbol of love, can make anyone fall in love can't he? Why, he brought a truce to Paroxysm and I--and that is the perfect demonstration of power. All in the name of love--and the Gathering. The true guinea pig of this whole experiment is Revelation. Take the toy that is so rightly mine and see the reaction. Yet, the road to him is a few laps beyond. For now, I must ride alongside him and keep him protected from The End. Funny. The road to the top leads me to the man I must save. But The End is only the beginning. I already took JT Starr's toys. I took the tag team titles, just as I said I would. Yet, my attention lies more on my own partners than it does on my opponents. I worry more for a knife to my back than one between my eyes. Revelation was so quick to destroy he who could save me. Paroxysm stole my legacy, just two weeks ago. He took away my streak. Raven--Raven is innocent until proven guilty. But for The End, it is not wise to be opposite me. My road leads through them. I want to be Universe Champion. That can only come soon for me if we win the Gathering. Hatred aside, cohesiveness will bring glory. Yet, beyond all of it, I must destroy his leverage.
*Cut*
Black. Always black. Comforting to him. Relaxing, nurturing. He can curl inside, look within to find himself, even when he is buried beneath this facade. Lance will never let him free. Lance owns his fate. The secret is his key. He will hold it over him for as long as he can. He already knows the eye of the king cannot hold him forever, but the secret of who lies beneath it all, beneath the shroud and the mask, that is something he can't afford to allow to reach the surface. If they knew--if anyone knew. What could come of him. Do they remember? Do they understand? It was never about the where or the how, but always the why. They would wonder, they would ask questions. If they knew where he had been these years, they would most certainly reject him.
A lamp, the light of sanity in this hurricane of insanity. It is there long enough to see Mystery, his hand resting on the lamp's switch. He sits, Indian style in the middle of the room, nothing around him, the floors cement and the smell acrid, like an old basement. Then, just as quickly, the light is gone and we see the spots in our eyes as they fight to adjust to such drastic changes. The black is enveloping, swallowing us into it. Slowly, the black grows dimmer as the night vision kicks into action. Shapes begin to solidify. As if knowing we were straining to see him, Mystery turns the lamp on again and we can see him staring at two title belts, gleaming on the floor in the lamp light. He seems entranced by them. His free hand touches their surface as if it were some primitive cave drawing just discovered. He turns the lamp off again, leaving us encased in dark.
"Gold. Value. Accomplishment."
His voice hangs thick in the air, his every word seeming to come from everywhere, but nowhere. There is nothing hollow about him. Always deep, always full.
"You see, for some people, they measure their lives by the little rewards, the accolades they might receive. They believe that the toys, the awards and trophies make life were living. They think that the true litmus test for greatness lies within some realm that you can put your hands on. Something as tangible as money. Most of those people lie within these walls. Always chasing, always looking for the next thing, the next belt, the next t-shirt sold. I do not share your dillusion."
The light is on again, Mystery's muses now gone, but his fixation still on the place where they were. That smell is present again, like a house that hasn't been lived in for decades. Everything feels like a dream, as if we really aren't here. The spots are back in our eyes, dancing like a clown's balloon in the wind. Somehow, Mystery moves with them, blocking even a suggestion of humanity beneath his cloak.
"This belt, excuse me, these belts, are merely bargaining chips toward some greater understanding. Step one, phase one in my master plan to destroy all who stand in my way. If I take all your toys, all your awards and all your accolades, what is left for you? Will you survive? Would you be motivated, knowing we are all doomed to fail. Will you see your errors, and the errors in your ways. Could you still fill that hole in your life? Could you say you are whole again?"
The lights are turned off again and Mystery chuckles to himself. The senses are turned off again. No sight and no sound. Even the smell is gone again.
"But love can save us all, can't it? We are at the mercy of the fates. Cupid, the symbol of love, can make anyone fall in love can't he? Why, he brought a truce to Paroxysm and I--and that is the perfect demonstration of power. All in the name of love--and the Gathering. The true guinea pig of this whole experiment is Revelation. Take the toy that is so rightly mine and see the reaction. Yet, the road to him is a few laps beyond. For now, I must ride alongside him and keep him protected from The End. Funny. The road to the top leads me to the man I must save. But The End is only the beginning. I already took JT Starr's toys. I took the tag team titles, just as I said I would. Yet, my attention lies more on my own partners than it does on my opponents. I worry more for a knife to my back than one between my eyes. Revelation was so quick to destroy he who could save me. Paroxysm stole my legacy, just two weeks ago. He took away my streak. Raven--Raven is innocent until proven guilty. But for The End, it is not wise to be opposite me. My road leads through them. I want to be Universe Champion. That can only come soon for me if we win the Gathering. Hatred aside, cohesiveness will bring glory. Yet, beyond all of it, I must destroy his leverage.
*Cut*
