Post by Dr. Tyme on Apr 30, 2011 1:04:35 GMT -5
Hey you, how you doing?
"Drake ... Drake I am winning."
"Just shut up, I can bloody well see your ass is winning. You don't have to point it out to me."
"Our sister is so far behind, and Ruth won't kill her. isn't it funny?"
"Not really."
"What is up your ass?"
*sighs*
"I thought you would be happy finally, what gives?"
"How can I be happy when she is setting herself up for doom."
"We never lied to her, we made this big plan to let her preview it before she decides. You don't remember?"
"I remember, and I remember the rules."
"Always wanting everything handed to her. Loren quit talking in riddles, Loren go cut your head off because I can't understand you. I only wish for one that understands me. Even ... even if it is a lie at least it will let my heart be light. You are right ... only a game and if she doesn't want to play ... they she needs to let go of the playing feild. It all depends who she picks as the Star remember?"
"YES, I just said I always remember! I hate remembering, this world sucks."
"Haha, you'll survive. Dude every time you in heaven your head explodes."
"HAHAHA ... that is does and then it's a restart button. I deserve my punishment, I just wish she would remember. I have such a really short fuse, I have let my hair grow, I have rested on it all, I am prepared this time, I am 32, I am not 23 anymore. She is not 23 anymore, she is able to do this. I am tired of chasing sheep, after sheep."
"I know bro ... Good luck."
"Thanks ... "
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Sprit thinks she is getting redemption? Riot thinks that he is the Salvation? Raven will Deliver them all from me? This is the tanks I get? Heh ... good. Nothing is going to stop me from getting what I am after. Words spoke by my wife. *sighs*
I lay back against the grass it has been a long time since I have been with myself. Correction, me myself and I. Three Brothers, three diffrent people, but all inside the same base.
: ~ five years old ~:
"Ground control to Major Tom? Are you there Tom?"
Delay as the young Loren Stone jumped over a stack of bricks that littered the yard.
"YES Yes ground control I am right here. This ... this place is amazing, the stars are at my finger tips! I can just hop right over the moon. Can you hear me ground control?"
The young Blake fell back against the grass and looked up at the light color sky and sunk into the baby blue. Nobody else was in the world, just him and his animals. His dogs and his cats. Every now and then he had parents, but only older version of himself to hate and love.
"Yes Major Tom I swear I can see it. Are you still there Tom?"
*Delay*
"Yep, I am always here bro. Do you feel me floating, I feel myself being pulled though, the sun. It's so bright, so white, so beautiful. I feel just like a butterfly up here man."
The young Blake jumped up.
"Draw back Major Tom, we are losing you Major Tom!"
Blake dropped to his knees letting his walkie talkie static, he cried and hit the ground.
"God damn you! My brother!"
He cried and cried with all his little heart. This was not just play to him he really felt the emotions. Of losing his brother into the sun. One of his dogs had gotten loose and ran over to him nuzzling up to him. He rolled over weeping as she had licked his tears off his eyes.
"It's ok Lady, I am just playing."
Yes playing, as a kid Blake did this a lot, he only had himself to play with. Even if he did have friends at school his parents were too busy working to actually take him to any play dates. He leaned up and kissed her on the end of the nose and stood up as she walked beside him. He grabbed her collar so she would not run and lead her back to be tied up. He hated tying her up, but he was too afraid of her getting ran over on the busy street that they lived on. Perhaps I should have let her off her chain, but she would run after cars, and all kinds of things. Till she got loose and drank from the kerosene.
"Dad ... what's wrong with Lady?"
He looked up from fixing the car I watched him working on. The black lab was trying to run and her head would thud to the ground like a rock with her ass flying over her head. It was said to see, like she had broken her neck and now was off balance.
He didn't speak he ran over to grab her and scooped her up. She wiggled around and I looked at her seeing her mind was gone, she was flipped completely in the brain and now just lost.
He petted her head to calm her. "It's ok girl."
Lady calmed down for my father and he loaded her into the truck slightly crying. He never did say a word to me, but I knew something was wrong.
Later he came back and went to work on a box. "What is this for?"
"We have to give her a casket so that the other animals will not unburry her."
As the box was completed he had sweat pouring off of him. He went to the truck and took a deep breath as he undid the tale gate. He pulled the stiff body in a bag closer to the edge. He paused as he started to weep, but still solid like a stone. He lifted her up and walked her over to the box be main nailing her into it.
I helped him dig the hole for her, I was small, but I felt I had to help him. I had been to very many funerals for people I knew little or cared little for. My mother took me to them like social events. To me they were I met other little kids and we played, death was nothing bad to me. The old people cried and gossiped and I got to have friends to play with.
I stood there as my father looked over at me. "We should say something daddy.
He nodded. "You go on."
He still seemed weak in the voice unlike me so I went on.
"Lady was a fair dame. She was the best dog that anyone could have asked for, loyal to her masters, and always there when you called. At least now her pain will not be felt, but she will find peace."
My dad patted me on the back, I knew that ment I did fine. We then put the dirt of her.
Not even a week later a kid had fell in the lake freezing to death from shock. His family waited for his father to dive a truck in (as he was a truck driver for the company my father works at) I stood there waiting for this man to get in.
The family was sad and I felt their sadness. I felt I should say something, but what can a little kid say to a man and woman that just lost their son? What can a little kid say to some boy that has just lost his brother and watched him drown. I was starting to find that I felt people's emotions more then I wished to.
I had said something about Lady to let them know I understood and my dad backhanded me. I hurt that he would attack me from behind, and what had I done?
"You do not say something like that to people that just lost their boy."
I thought why not, Lady was my best friend, I had never seen my father cry before and this man was crying so he must have been a hurt if not more. I never again attempted to console anyone about death.
*Deep Sigh*
I love how Ruth Jones always thinks she knows it all, how she always thinks that her promises are as sterdy a the Ten Commandments. They were tossed to the ground out of anger, and anger is a branch from fear. What do you think went through Moses head as he tossed down the commandments? I have been able to trace all anger back to fear, all but this instance. When Moses tossed them down what did he really have to be afraid of some might say God's punishment? He had not done anything yet! He was faithful he led his people from slavery, they were FREE!!! Please give us rules, we don't know what to do unless it is written. Really? Moses has spent his entire adulthood living with Jethro. Did Jethro really need a damn handbook on what the fuck he was suppose to do? Hell no and this is what made Moses feel connected to him. He began to feel at peace on earth, he began to love earth. He felt happy with a wife that loved him he was no longer empty. Yet ... yet he had his father spoke to him. Told him of his destiny, how he must destroy his own brother, his own home, he must lead people that are always, (trust me always) skeptical.
This is not my task he said, I am but a Shepard. he told his Father.
ANGRY! Became God for Moses' doubt, but then he/she sighed and comforted the poor mortal he/she has frighten. God had after all made emotions he knew of them, he sighed again.
It is alright child,
*another deep sigh* I will be with you, I will carry you when the weight is too great.
*Flashback from a black out*
(Blake jolted awake screaming. He rolled over off the bed sweating and short of breath. He sat up and crawled over to the motel side table. He grabbed the phone and called the operator. He gave the details.
"Ruth Jones...UK England, Nottinghamshire I believe I don't really know." He rubbed his head as it hurt badly and reached around grabbing a cigarette.
The phone did the stupid ass ring it does when you call the UK from USA. "Hello?"
There was a two babies crying in the background and Ruth on the phone.
"Honey you won't believe this fucked up dream I had."
"Loren?"
"Yeah, me."
"Loren I have to call you back John and David are both crying with the fever."
"oh, ok, well take care of my boys, and my princess. I love you guys. I should be able to make it home around Friday."
"Right, love you."
<Click>
He sat there and let his head hit back into the wall. Alone ... that is all he ever was. He felt better off dead. He took a drag off his cig, at least the polluted air in his lungs made him feel at home, with death tightening his noose around Blake's neck.
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The scene opens up a little more with Blake laying with his back to us. He was in a Shrink's office he had not been here in a long time, she in fact was not even licensed anymore. The female doctor assigned to him in the Asylum seemed head over heels in love with him. He liked it actually, he liked how every word he said she listened to as though they were drugs floating through the air. Her dumb little grin, then how she forced herself to look professional again. He'd played this game since he was 11, how to work over the female doctors that treated him. He found that most of them would talk and he could just sit back and listen to them. This Mary woman was the same, she had tried to be shut off, but his story seemed to touch her deeply, it brought truth to her own empty feelings.
Perhaps she seen the inevitable as I have, perhaps she seen that there is no saving me? She obviously thinks like Sprit, and Maxine, and all the rest that they will save me. There is no saving me, when will it get through those think heads?
He sighed as he laid there and began to softly speak in a cold blank voice.
"Redemption, Salvation, Deliverance ... Why wake up at all if you are just going to complain and whine? Mary ... I had relations with another. Does that make me a bad person? I stayed faithful till word of her engagement got out, I was fifteen. Then as I would travel away for shows and events... the girls all wanted me. I have a girlfriend I would say. What did you think when I first told you this?
He rolled over on the couch hanging onto s stuffed floppy looking puppy that was in the office for smaller children.
Mary sat there thinking her hair was like an angel's so pure and golden, her eyes were devilish in their dark depth though, with a sparkling of stars sucked into them like a black hole. She smiled over and smiled at him. "I thought why are all the good ones taken?"
Blake chuckled a little and sat up looking at her. "Would you kill for me Mary, if I required it of you?"
She froze thinking, she'd never killed anyone. She had dreams of it, she got off on the idea, but as she awoke she never felt that limits allowed her the chance.
Blake noticed this. "I would not let you be put away, you are too smart to get caught. I am too good at picking targets, so would you?"
She took a few more seconds. "Yes."
"Would you kill if I promised you pale skin and your ideal body for all eternity?"
"Yes" She had paused, but she desired her look too much to not pass it up. The blood of the young for me to stay young, the souls of the lost to keep my skin white. Is that what you are offering?"
She slightly smirked at him and he returned it back at her chuckling. "I envy your blood lust, but I am not asking you to murder. There is a difference my dear. I must be the one to kill him. To kill my brother and release his soul. Nobody ever wants to realize that. That's always been my weakness too. I give into that, that deep pit of empathy, women like you do not deserve to be alone, you do not deserve to be stuck in the depths of hell. I am Christ walking with Dante through the Inferno and I see all these poor souls and it makes me weep. This is all much much bigger then I dreamed of. Ruth can't understand, I have to save the world, even if it means breaking my promise to her."
Mary took in a deep breath and spoke. "Who is going to save you if you are off saving the world?"
Blake looked to his right. Ruth he could never relay on to save him, Maxine was not even real to him it felt like anymore, just a ghost of his past that he ran into every now and then. She meant something to Ruth now, but not him. He smirked about it a little, she gets so attached so easy. He looked over at Mary she was the same way. "Nobody."
He stopped as he thought about it and how she would take it and refreshed his statement. "Myself."
She straightened her posture as she pondered what he meant. "But who is going to save you from yourself?"
He smirked he had wondered this forever and ever. He has split his ming in half thinking and analyzing how this at all could be possible. "I do not need saved, I am only nothing."
"I guarantee you that if you save as many people as you talk about saving that you are something to some one." She seemed to find it hard that he was born for this reason he was born to be nothing.
Blake knew Raven did know this, he knows what has to be down, what his fate is what Blake's destiny is. Raven was drawing closer in on him, their inevitable duel would be at hand. Yet he has light his bomb and let her run free. She was free to do whatever she wished and his heart was happy to know that she was such. "I am sure that I would mean something to some one in the world. Yet, I do not want to be celebrated by those that I mean nothing to because I suddenly saved them. I only want them to continue to live and grow. Those that I save and they remain oblivious, good. Those that I have touched deeply, I want them to touch others as deeply as I have to them. Mary, I do not think of things as I once did. Everything is a day to day with me, I must decide between learning, teaching, and following. When I got with Shane and we formed Legendary is is because those heroes and villains you remember, they fade just like the stars in the sky. Yet ... yet Shane and I are Legends, just like the Moon and the Sun. It all started off as Loren Bridgestones' legend, then it grew into Ruth's, Maxine's, Sara's, Rage's, AJ's, Adam's, Dresden's, Shane's, Josie's, Raven's. ..."
He paused as he thought about it, he felt the twitching of his heart like it was being squeezed like a hand was ready to pull it out of his chest. "Chaz's legend ... it is even your's Mary. Don't you remember, how dare they stone you. How dare they cast shame upon you. What crime could such a fair soul have done? You were a whore in their eyes, they did not see that you were kind, they would not open their eyes to see you for you. Yet I have seen you Mary, I have seen what rest in your head. I have seen how you fight your urges and I feel bad for you. Why hold out for something that might never be? why hold back if there is not a tomorrow?"
He smirked at her and sighed. "You the earth and I the water, I am sure of it. In the old Zodiac we were twins, do you remember? Both in Sagittarius, both of us Archer's and now you are a Serpent Master, well I guess you are a mistress, heh. I am a Scorpio, I have been reading up on it. I feel so much more balanced then I used to. Like no matter what I do, it is good. Should I feel wrong about this?"
Mary thought and looked at her note pad she had just been drawing and scribbling on as she listened to him. She didn't take noted anymore for Blake's visits. She took too long to write and he would get mad and storm off, of grumble and rock there in the seat trying his hardest to wait for her and not be able to due to being restless. His Zodiac theories could run on for hours and this is after all just him meeting her. "I can not answer a moral question for you. Do you feel you are ethically wrong?"
"Well ... not really. I have reasons behind all my actions, I know the repercussions I have went over and over and over in my head." He even thought about the pain Ruth was going to go through, but she had promised him she could handle anything, she said that he could never do anything wrong. He got tired of her being such a liar, so he was finally going to call her out on it.
He thought about AJ. He was the one that helped AJ get into wrestling. Nobody else gave two shits about the kid till he had. He smirked thinking of how much a jackass Riot was growing into as well, he suddenly felt pride swell inside him like he won a battle over Maxine in who would get Riot. JT had even started to com around thanks to Josie talking to him. There was no ties left, he'd passed them all out of the nest. Yet one refuses to leave, one hangs on to the side for dear life.
"Death is just as beautiful as life, but people are too afraid of the dark, so I must spend eternity in the dark." Even saying it make him feel that fright of being a little kid, he heard the creature laugh, he seen it's ghost white face, he had felt it shake his covers, he had felt his breath being stolen. He will NEVER forget that image as much as he has tried.
But Loren it was your imagination. If imagination is images gifted from God them it is a form of reality. He was not sure what he saw, but it wanted him. It had wanted to take him and he did not want to go into the dark. "Feel empty and spend eternity in the light and blind? Or be able to see and feel full with eternity in the dark. There is only ... nothing. That is where I am at, and she even said it ... Nothing is going to stop me. I planned on it babe, I am your nothing, I am here to stop you.
Your dreams will be shattered just like you did to mine. How can you face death and feel more alive then you have your entire existence.
"Loren?"
He looked up at Mary he'd slipped off thinking. "Sorry Doc."
"You should go rest I think you did fine for today. you do not have to be Universe Champion."
He stood up as did she. He smiled at her returning somewhat to his usually friendly self. "I know, I just want to be, I have been since I was little, since before I watched wrestling. I wanted to save the Universe, I wanted to protect the world. That and I don't want her to have it until she can appreciate it."
"Drake ... Drake I am winning."
"Just shut up, I can bloody well see your ass is winning. You don't have to point it out to me."
"Our sister is so far behind, and Ruth won't kill her. isn't it funny?"
"Not really."
"What is up your ass?"
*sighs*
"I thought you would be happy finally, what gives?"
"How can I be happy when she is setting herself up for doom."
"We never lied to her, we made this big plan to let her preview it before she decides. You don't remember?"
"I remember, and I remember the rules."
"Always wanting everything handed to her. Loren quit talking in riddles, Loren go cut your head off because I can't understand you. I only wish for one that understands me. Even ... even if it is a lie at least it will let my heart be light. You are right ... only a game and if she doesn't want to play ... they she needs to let go of the playing feild. It all depends who she picks as the Star remember?"
"YES, I just said I always remember! I hate remembering, this world sucks."
"Haha, you'll survive. Dude every time you in heaven your head explodes."
"HAHAHA ... that is does and then it's a restart button. I deserve my punishment, I just wish she would remember. I have such a really short fuse, I have let my hair grow, I have rested on it all, I am prepared this time, I am 32, I am not 23 anymore. She is not 23 anymore, she is able to do this. I am tired of chasing sheep, after sheep."
"I know bro ... Good luck."
"Thanks ... "
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Sprit thinks she is getting redemption? Riot thinks that he is the Salvation? Raven will Deliver them all from me? This is the tanks I get? Heh ... good. Nothing is going to stop me from getting what I am after. Words spoke by my wife. *sighs*
I lay back against the grass it has been a long time since I have been with myself. Correction, me myself and I. Three Brothers, three diffrent people, but all inside the same base.
: ~ five years old ~:
"Ground control to Major Tom? Are you there Tom?"
Delay as the young Loren Stone jumped over a stack of bricks that littered the yard.
"YES Yes ground control I am right here. This ... this place is amazing, the stars are at my finger tips! I can just hop right over the moon. Can you hear me ground control?"
The young Blake fell back against the grass and looked up at the light color sky and sunk into the baby blue. Nobody else was in the world, just him and his animals. His dogs and his cats. Every now and then he had parents, but only older version of himself to hate and love.
"Yes Major Tom I swear I can see it. Are you still there Tom?"
*Delay*
"Yep, I am always here bro. Do you feel me floating, I feel myself being pulled though, the sun. It's so bright, so white, so beautiful. I feel just like a butterfly up here man."
The young Blake jumped up.
"Draw back Major Tom, we are losing you Major Tom!"
Blake dropped to his knees letting his walkie talkie static, he cried and hit the ground.
"God damn you! My brother!"
He cried and cried with all his little heart. This was not just play to him he really felt the emotions. Of losing his brother into the sun. One of his dogs had gotten loose and ran over to him nuzzling up to him. He rolled over weeping as she had licked his tears off his eyes.
"It's ok Lady, I am just playing."
Yes playing, as a kid Blake did this a lot, he only had himself to play with. Even if he did have friends at school his parents were too busy working to actually take him to any play dates. He leaned up and kissed her on the end of the nose and stood up as she walked beside him. He grabbed her collar so she would not run and lead her back to be tied up. He hated tying her up, but he was too afraid of her getting ran over on the busy street that they lived on. Perhaps I should have let her off her chain, but she would run after cars, and all kinds of things. Till she got loose and drank from the kerosene.
"Dad ... what's wrong with Lady?"
He looked up from fixing the car I watched him working on. The black lab was trying to run and her head would thud to the ground like a rock with her ass flying over her head. It was said to see, like she had broken her neck and now was off balance.
He didn't speak he ran over to grab her and scooped her up. She wiggled around and I looked at her seeing her mind was gone, she was flipped completely in the brain and now just lost.
He petted her head to calm her. "It's ok girl."
Lady calmed down for my father and he loaded her into the truck slightly crying. He never did say a word to me, but I knew something was wrong.
Later he came back and went to work on a box. "What is this for?"
"We have to give her a casket so that the other animals will not unburry her."
As the box was completed he had sweat pouring off of him. He went to the truck and took a deep breath as he undid the tale gate. He pulled the stiff body in a bag closer to the edge. He paused as he started to weep, but still solid like a stone. He lifted her up and walked her over to the box be main nailing her into it.
I helped him dig the hole for her, I was small, but I felt I had to help him. I had been to very many funerals for people I knew little or cared little for. My mother took me to them like social events. To me they were I met other little kids and we played, death was nothing bad to me. The old people cried and gossiped and I got to have friends to play with.
I stood there as my father looked over at me. "We should say something daddy.
He nodded. "You go on."
He still seemed weak in the voice unlike me so I went on.
"Lady was a fair dame. She was the best dog that anyone could have asked for, loyal to her masters, and always there when you called. At least now her pain will not be felt, but she will find peace."
My dad patted me on the back, I knew that ment I did fine. We then put the dirt of her.
Not even a week later a kid had fell in the lake freezing to death from shock. His family waited for his father to dive a truck in (as he was a truck driver for the company my father works at) I stood there waiting for this man to get in.
The family was sad and I felt their sadness. I felt I should say something, but what can a little kid say to a man and woman that just lost their son? What can a little kid say to some boy that has just lost his brother and watched him drown. I was starting to find that I felt people's emotions more then I wished to.
I had said something about Lady to let them know I understood and my dad backhanded me. I hurt that he would attack me from behind, and what had I done?
"You do not say something like that to people that just lost their boy."
I thought why not, Lady was my best friend, I had never seen my father cry before and this man was crying so he must have been a hurt if not more. I never again attempted to console anyone about death.
*Deep Sigh*
I love how Ruth Jones always thinks she knows it all, how she always thinks that her promises are as sterdy a the Ten Commandments. They were tossed to the ground out of anger, and anger is a branch from fear. What do you think went through Moses head as he tossed down the commandments? I have been able to trace all anger back to fear, all but this instance. When Moses tossed them down what did he really have to be afraid of some might say God's punishment? He had not done anything yet! He was faithful he led his people from slavery, they were FREE!!! Please give us rules, we don't know what to do unless it is written. Really? Moses has spent his entire adulthood living with Jethro. Did Jethro really need a damn handbook on what the fuck he was suppose to do? Hell no and this is what made Moses feel connected to him. He began to feel at peace on earth, he began to love earth. He felt happy with a wife that loved him he was no longer empty. Yet ... yet he had his father spoke to him. Told him of his destiny, how he must destroy his own brother, his own home, he must lead people that are always, (trust me always) skeptical.
This is not my task he said, I am but a Shepard. he told his Father.
ANGRY! Became God for Moses' doubt, but then he/she sighed and comforted the poor mortal he/she has frighten. God had after all made emotions he knew of them, he sighed again.
It is alright child,
*another deep sigh* I will be with you, I will carry you when the weight is too great.
*Flashback from a black out*
(Blake jolted awake screaming. He rolled over off the bed sweating and short of breath. He sat up and crawled over to the motel side table. He grabbed the phone and called the operator. He gave the details.
"Ruth Jones...UK England, Nottinghamshire I believe I don't really know." He rubbed his head as it hurt badly and reached around grabbing a cigarette.
The phone did the stupid ass ring it does when you call the UK from USA. "Hello?"
There was a two babies crying in the background and Ruth on the phone.
"Honey you won't believe this fucked up dream I had."
"Loren?"
"Yeah, me."
"Loren I have to call you back John and David are both crying with the fever."
"oh, ok, well take care of my boys, and my princess. I love you guys. I should be able to make it home around Friday."
"Right, love you."
<Click>
He sat there and let his head hit back into the wall. Alone ... that is all he ever was. He felt better off dead. He took a drag off his cig, at least the polluted air in his lungs made him feel at home, with death tightening his noose around Blake's neck.
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The scene opens up a little more with Blake laying with his back to us. He was in a Shrink's office he had not been here in a long time, she in fact was not even licensed anymore. The female doctor assigned to him in the Asylum seemed head over heels in love with him. He liked it actually, he liked how every word he said she listened to as though they were drugs floating through the air. Her dumb little grin, then how she forced herself to look professional again. He'd played this game since he was 11, how to work over the female doctors that treated him. He found that most of them would talk and he could just sit back and listen to them. This Mary woman was the same, she had tried to be shut off, but his story seemed to touch her deeply, it brought truth to her own empty feelings.
Perhaps she seen the inevitable as I have, perhaps she seen that there is no saving me? She obviously thinks like Sprit, and Maxine, and all the rest that they will save me. There is no saving me, when will it get through those think heads?
He sighed as he laid there and began to softly speak in a cold blank voice.
"Redemption, Salvation, Deliverance ... Why wake up at all if you are just going to complain and whine? Mary ... I had relations with another. Does that make me a bad person? I stayed faithful till word of her engagement got out, I was fifteen. Then as I would travel away for shows and events... the girls all wanted me. I have a girlfriend I would say. What did you think when I first told you this?
He rolled over on the couch hanging onto s stuffed floppy looking puppy that was in the office for smaller children.
Mary sat there thinking her hair was like an angel's so pure and golden, her eyes were devilish in their dark depth though, with a sparkling of stars sucked into them like a black hole. She smiled over and smiled at him. "I thought why are all the good ones taken?"
Blake chuckled a little and sat up looking at her. "Would you kill for me Mary, if I required it of you?"
She froze thinking, she'd never killed anyone. She had dreams of it, she got off on the idea, but as she awoke she never felt that limits allowed her the chance.
Blake noticed this. "I would not let you be put away, you are too smart to get caught. I am too good at picking targets, so would you?"
She took a few more seconds. "Yes."
"Would you kill if I promised you pale skin and your ideal body for all eternity?"
"Yes" She had paused, but she desired her look too much to not pass it up. The blood of the young for me to stay young, the souls of the lost to keep my skin white. Is that what you are offering?"
She slightly smirked at him and he returned it back at her chuckling. "I envy your blood lust, but I am not asking you to murder. There is a difference my dear. I must be the one to kill him. To kill my brother and release his soul. Nobody ever wants to realize that. That's always been my weakness too. I give into that, that deep pit of empathy, women like you do not deserve to be alone, you do not deserve to be stuck in the depths of hell. I am Christ walking with Dante through the Inferno and I see all these poor souls and it makes me weep. This is all much much bigger then I dreamed of. Ruth can't understand, I have to save the world, even if it means breaking my promise to her."
Mary took in a deep breath and spoke. "Who is going to save you if you are off saving the world?"
Blake looked to his right. Ruth he could never relay on to save him, Maxine was not even real to him it felt like anymore, just a ghost of his past that he ran into every now and then. She meant something to Ruth now, but not him. He smirked about it a little, she gets so attached so easy. He looked over at Mary she was the same way. "Nobody."
He stopped as he thought about it and how she would take it and refreshed his statement. "Myself."
She straightened her posture as she pondered what he meant. "But who is going to save you from yourself?"
He smirked he had wondered this forever and ever. He has split his ming in half thinking and analyzing how this at all could be possible. "I do not need saved, I am only nothing."
"I guarantee you that if you save as many people as you talk about saving that you are something to some one." She seemed to find it hard that he was born for this reason he was born to be nothing.
Blake knew Raven did know this, he knows what has to be down, what his fate is what Blake's destiny is. Raven was drawing closer in on him, their inevitable duel would be at hand. Yet he has light his bomb and let her run free. She was free to do whatever she wished and his heart was happy to know that she was such. "I am sure that I would mean something to some one in the world. Yet, I do not want to be celebrated by those that I mean nothing to because I suddenly saved them. I only want them to continue to live and grow. Those that I save and they remain oblivious, good. Those that I have touched deeply, I want them to touch others as deeply as I have to them. Mary, I do not think of things as I once did. Everything is a day to day with me, I must decide between learning, teaching, and following. When I got with Shane and we formed Legendary is is because those heroes and villains you remember, they fade just like the stars in the sky. Yet ... yet Shane and I are Legends, just like the Moon and the Sun. It all started off as Loren Bridgestones' legend, then it grew into Ruth's, Maxine's, Sara's, Rage's, AJ's, Adam's, Dresden's, Shane's, Josie's, Raven's. ..."
He paused as he thought about it, he felt the twitching of his heart like it was being squeezed like a hand was ready to pull it out of his chest. "Chaz's legend ... it is even your's Mary. Don't you remember, how dare they stone you. How dare they cast shame upon you. What crime could such a fair soul have done? You were a whore in their eyes, they did not see that you were kind, they would not open their eyes to see you for you. Yet I have seen you Mary, I have seen what rest in your head. I have seen how you fight your urges and I feel bad for you. Why hold out for something that might never be? why hold back if there is not a tomorrow?"
He smirked at her and sighed. "You the earth and I the water, I am sure of it. In the old Zodiac we were twins, do you remember? Both in Sagittarius, both of us Archer's and now you are a Serpent Master, well I guess you are a mistress, heh. I am a Scorpio, I have been reading up on it. I feel so much more balanced then I used to. Like no matter what I do, it is good. Should I feel wrong about this?"
Mary thought and looked at her note pad she had just been drawing and scribbling on as she listened to him. She didn't take noted anymore for Blake's visits. She took too long to write and he would get mad and storm off, of grumble and rock there in the seat trying his hardest to wait for her and not be able to due to being restless. His Zodiac theories could run on for hours and this is after all just him meeting her. "I can not answer a moral question for you. Do you feel you are ethically wrong?"
"Well ... not really. I have reasons behind all my actions, I know the repercussions I have went over and over and over in my head." He even thought about the pain Ruth was going to go through, but she had promised him she could handle anything, she said that he could never do anything wrong. He got tired of her being such a liar, so he was finally going to call her out on it.
He thought about AJ. He was the one that helped AJ get into wrestling. Nobody else gave two shits about the kid till he had. He smirked thinking of how much a jackass Riot was growing into as well, he suddenly felt pride swell inside him like he won a battle over Maxine in who would get Riot. JT had even started to com around thanks to Josie talking to him. There was no ties left, he'd passed them all out of the nest. Yet one refuses to leave, one hangs on to the side for dear life.
"Death is just as beautiful as life, but people are too afraid of the dark, so I must spend eternity in the dark." Even saying it make him feel that fright of being a little kid, he heard the creature laugh, he seen it's ghost white face, he had felt it shake his covers, he had felt his breath being stolen. He will NEVER forget that image as much as he has tried.
But Loren it was your imagination. If imagination is images gifted from God them it is a form of reality. He was not sure what he saw, but it wanted him. It had wanted to take him and he did not want to go into the dark. "Feel empty and spend eternity in the light and blind? Or be able to see and feel full with eternity in the dark. There is only ... nothing. That is where I am at, and she even said it ... Nothing is going to stop me. I planned on it babe, I am your nothing, I am here to stop you.
Your dreams will be shattered just like you did to mine. How can you face death and feel more alive then you have your entire existence.
"Loren?"
He looked up at Mary he'd slipped off thinking. "Sorry Doc."
"You should go rest I think you did fine for today. you do not have to be Universe Champion."
He stood up as did she. He smiled at her returning somewhat to his usually friendly self. "I know, I just want to be, I have been since I was little, since before I watched wrestling. I wanted to save the Universe, I wanted to protect the world. That and I don't want her to have it until she can appreciate it."
