Post by Maxine Hunter on Jun 20, 2011 0:22:48 GMT -5
I am as dead as the sun in the sky, my eyes fall upon you in the night and I smile from the moon. All will plummet to the night, even the sun will start to bow as we enter the Fall and winter will come soon.
-Prayer for Midsummer Solstice-
Music: Puppet by Thousand Foot Crutch
Scene 1: The Grand Ball of the Dead
The scene opens up with the figure of a, porcelain skinned female, she is giggling to herself as she pulled slowly at her hair while sitting perfectly still. She stood up and danced her way around the cement basement that she dwelled in. She seemed to be performing a tango by herself and chuckling at the lyrics to the music. She dipped her hands into paint that she had sitting up on a counter and smeared it across her face still smirking with an evil gleam in her eyes. Maxine reenacted the scene in her head even though there was nothing to this atmosphere, to her is was an extravagant grand ball held in her honor. She courtesies at people and flowed to her next destination.
She stopped in front of a mannequin that was a torso on a stand with a head loosely attached. There was a burned and shared mask on this head. One of Universe Champion AJ Riot, Maxine smirked and bowed in an almost sarcastic manner. “You darling were so good, when I give you a job Riot you really set it off honey.”
(In her head)
“Yeah damn right, I even snapped your head around didn’t I?”
She laughed lightly and slapped the mannuieqin on the shoulder. “You silly boy, you are so fun to watch burn, thank you for that. I wonder if Sprit figured out the puzzle, she is going to run out of time. Oh my god Sprit. I put on the entire collection of mask; I played all the parts, the pour love bird I think she lost her way. I told Raven about her, in the end I had to win; I tossed her from the sky and watched her fall into the sun. Very entertaining, she always forgets my hexes and curses.”
(In her head)
“Yeah well, if she runs out of time. She can still figure it out.”
Maxine slowly closed her eyes and shook her head. “No she won’t not this time I am tired of playing mummy for her. If Josie doesn’t destroy her I get what is left.”
She zoned out staring at nothing inpaticulare, but spaced out on an idea. “I win, just like always…”
She slowly smirked at the mannuiqinn set up and kissed it on the cheek. “I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfire. Felt like falling in the black to die didn’t it? You felt what it is like to burn with all your sins of regret. You should never regret anything, and I regret nothing Sprit. Not even your sister, she erased me… but who was born?”
Maxine closed her eyes and smirked as she grasped her throat. Maxine gasped for breath and fell back laughing; she was choked from something invisible. “Come on SPRIT! COME ON HIT ME! FUCKIGN CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF ME!”
She kicked at the air and hiked herself up to her feet in one swift motion; she bent back like she was ducking an assault by someone. She back flipped over to her wall and pulled down one of her Samurai swords and was swishing it skillfully through the air. Her foot work was like a ballet dancer, and she swung the sword in perfect timing all her motions seemed like perfection and graceful like a butterfly. She stopped as she nearly chopped off the mannequin head; she held her blade there and whispered to the fake Riot. “Did the End of the World hurt, did it hurt to leave Josie behind? Remember those warm fuzzy feelings you felt for her and then you got fucking sick of looking at her. What about Evie and Joanna, you promised you would never hurt them like the rest of the world, you promised them you would never leave them. Actually I remember meeting your presious Joanna Blood, her anger is like your anger, she managed to aim her fist at the drywall instead of your face. Remind you of somebody? *sighs pleasurably* I felt it was so beautiful; you took to death so willingly Riot, you cried for your sins as they bleed right out of you. Even your love would be proud of how handsome of a death you flamed into, the same goes for Dorian. You do not fuck with the Hunter baby! Ed Gein has nothing on me, I could be Shane, I could be Blake, Bye bye, he finally gets what he wished for he wanted that god damn bird so I gave him and she spit him right back!”
Maxine spun around and decapitated the mannequin and watched as the masked head spun on the floor like a top. Maxine chuckled and sung as she danced around the head. “Dradle dradle I made you out of clay dradle dradle dradle, with dradle I shall play!”
She kicked it across the room like a football and then she closed her eyes and licked her tongue up her arm and she groaned in the imagination of her blood lust she had. “It’s all leftovers baby, I remember a boy that ran around here named The Puppet Master, and you all mocked him. He made a threat against you, and I spun around in his direction and thought, nah Josie was just toying with the baby. Then he threaded through Sprit, she seemed so full of herself like the blood stained Barbie. I had offered my doll before but like a good little girl she listened to me, so I gave her, her wings back. Oh, and then a kitty found her, I about peeded myself! *Slaps knee and laughs hysterically* Tied together and already fighting, this is the most interesting Shift I have ever seen in my life! When the ying yang passes on the light to the dark and vice versa, but yet somebody is delaying, I promise everyone that time waits on no one. I finally am beside my half. Though your half is very interesting, yep, I get to feed off emotion, oh every little thing, it’s like eating a soul mostly, but that’s only the feeling.”
She chuckled and slipped into a savory thought of a steak dinner that was Medium Well, such a hot pink center, and the blood that watered in her mouth. If she flipped to the other side then she was the steak, being cut into and the blood oozing out with the flavorful juices, how the fork was pierced into her and she was placed in the mouth of her devourer. She hoped to be the best tasting steak ever, she had been killed and butchered just to be enjoined as food and if that was her purpose then she wanted to be the best.
(In her head)
“Yeah, it’s a long hard road out of hell isn’t it? You are not mad that Josie is tied along with your holy cow?”
Maxine shook her head and slightly chuckled. “hehe, holy cow. I have not heard that in a long time. To answer you, no I was getting bored. My dear Hathor, she grows old and needs to be eaten.”
Maxine closed her eyes again and walked along with her sword at her side. She slipped her finger to her lips and pressed it against her imaginary burned AJ Riot’s lips that were on the ground near her feet. “Shh, do not tell them, or they will laugh at you remember? You don’t want to catch on fire for your dirty thoughts now do you? Those little pixies only lose their light when people stop believing, so why do you believe them so much. It’s not just some tinker bell story, think about it, if you stopped believing in Jesus he would fade into time, if you stopped following your Buddhist traditions then they would fade. I watched my people slip into extinction, I watched them all burn, I watched them hang for their sins against a society that we never belonged to. It was created around us and it fell in on us till we all died or went into hiding. I never stop believeing.”
(In her head)
“Oh my god! Yeah fucking Journey man! Aww, remember they played that fucking band in the gym, and you would just sit there on the cycling machines singing that shit and crying because you thought about…”
Maxine picked up the mannequin head and threw it across the room hard. “What did I just tell you huh? I said not to tell them! … uh now they probably know.”
She clicked her tongue and stomped her foot aggravated at her choice to invite Riot to this Grand Ball she was in honor of, this was her chance to shine as the darkest star of all. Raven would understand, she had to use her Analytical talent to thread he dolls together like popcorn on a string. She slowly smirked. “I made them for my son to play with, but he got too carried away with things. It’s my fault really; the fault always falls back on the mother. It’s alright though Raven told me about it; he told me how a bird cannot fly if you tear off their wings. Puppies cannot see if you poke out their eyes. I have had a Ram, and a Bull, and then a Centaur, and well I might let them run free, I still like to brand them every now and then. I don’t want other people poking at my things. This year I freed her because Raven said it was time to let that old heifer graze in her pasture. It is time, for the End, everyone freaks out. The Day ends every night, your conscious dies every time you sleep. Raven and I can pass through the veil. I only ever met my love and brother that could do this before. Sprit flies into it as hard as he little wings can take her, but she still smacks against it like a glass wall. I laughed about it so much how she twitches with a broken neck. Sara told me I was mean, but she knows I devour that all up, the broken and lost, the pure and golden, they are the meat of this world, my world. Mmm, all the tendons and vertebra, I never like to waste anything. I have to recount and I know what your job is Sprit, you are suppose to fall through the Nine.”
She pauses and smirks. “Oh, so impressive, I bet Josie stops you, I bet she gets the better of you and once again I win. I found my loop hole, I cannot stop you, but she can. She’ll free Evie, and finally put you where you belong in that fire to get cooked for my platter.”
Maxine smirked evilly as she remembered something. “A lot of people minus my precious Rage she remembers, when the devil is too busy, and death is a bit too much, they call on me. Because I am the middle and I secretly made my pledge on my bleeding and damaged soul. Right when I turned that gun from your hand and put it in my mouth, do you remember it Sprit? Loren’s eyes as he looked at you, you cried as you held the gun to your head from playing Russian roulette. You didn’t want to play, he made you play the game, and did you lose? You begged and begged and finally he took the gun you held and placed it to his temple and said shoot.”
She chuckled more and sighed slightly having tears of joy in her eyes, she lifted a finger to gently dab them away.
“Every time Sprit makes it rain, I feel my mind go insane. That was the first black out I remember Sprit having. We sat there and all watched her, she was young and scared of death. She just so sad she just wants love; she would do anything for Blake to love her. I seen how Dorian was the same he would do anything for her to love him, but he could not understand the emotions and it drove him into complete madness. I dangle him in front of her and she always picks the sun. But this year the Stars changed and now her entire world is turned upside down. That is what being fasted is, you are together for all time. It’s such a wretched commitment. Your soul pieced together and you become more lost in the light or dark. It took me awhile to figure out my power after Blake passed it on. In 2007 Loren told me both Dorian and Blake Archer were dead. He said that he read of how the King will return for his souls. How hades will feel death and finally understand life. After this, I don’t know…all I know is that he thinks everyone can be saved, even the original, his brother, the one that created sin.” She giggles and shrugs her shoulders.
“Raven might know, more on that topic, but he is a lot harder then I, his brotherhood run deeper by the thread of time and the planets and signs hurry to find their sign. Blake cheated and got what he wanted, I hate him. It’s alright though, I can understand wanting to go fishing. It’s about time Raven started making him throw them back it was ticking me off.” She became angry started beating her one fist off her skull like she was hitting the person that irritating her or punishing herself for not being able to hit that person. Then she stumbled as she had been pacing as she did this, she looked down and seen the head that wore Riot’s mask. She stabbed the sword into it and held it out in front of her face.
“I was so happy that Riot picked up on everything right away. All passed out and thinking that they are all safe. It’s the blood that keeps me young, the flesh that keeps me thirsty, hehe. Silly little girls never understand still stuck in the apple of their Daddy’s eye. Riot knew that was why I made her eat the apple, why Eve had to die. Raven patted me on the back and stroked my head; I was such a good little succubus. I did my job and I passed on my powers to plan the future. Ruth almost got me, she really did. I thought wow time is going by so slowly, what the hell? Then I turn around and seen the damn thing clinging to my feet with her teeth. A baby calf, I grabbed her by the legs and swung her around my neck like I always do and carried her up the mountain, she would be a fine companion for my bull. You know Riot she is so devoted, she will wait till the end of time, but her line will only hold up for so long before she is forced to break free. I wonder how she will handle it, how will she handle passing, dead is never the end. This game is not over till I say it is over!”
Maxine smacked Riot’s head against her head like her blade had been a baseball bat; she kicked off the head and watched it slide to the floor. Maxine leaned down and grabbed the mask off the head. “I think Raven should meet this poor soldier.”
Maxine still had to meet Malory, but first she wanted to stop by and show Raven what she has found. He says Blake is not dead and she believes him. Death is not real but an illusion of reality for those too weak to see past it.
Scene 2: The Tarot Reading and recovery of a Soul
Maxine was humming to herself as the candles around her burned. She was shuffling her cards with their Celtic Dragons on them. She flipped the first card over and seen Death upside down. “Well duh, because Riot and Blake are off dancing with the dead...least in the mental capacity if nothing else.”
She smiled and sighed fondly as she pictured the dead, she missed the taste of heaven and its warm embrace, and it was colder in the hell she knows. She had heard a preacher say how hot it was in hell at a funeral over the past week and nearly jumped up and stabbed him in the throat. She thought about how would you like to find out the truth… but he was just a blind servant of writing in a book. She rubbed her temple; she had once known a boy that thought the Necronamam was real and exploded an ashtray in his own face. Remembering this made her cry, the boy had been a younger Loren, she had loved Loren, but Ruth ruined him.
She was only nearly human not a real human being and her saving grace had lost her head for the effort. She thought about Blake as the Supreme Being, he had managed to accomplish his dream. He was the bloody king of the Universe and he claimed his queen’s head, now he could carry her around his neck just like he always wanted. He even found a princess to take over at his side. He didn’t even have to win a title to do it, he probably pissed off Beelzebub. He was smart though he escaped the ninth level, he was smart enough to erase his sins one by one, yet Maxine highly doubts that Ruth is smart enough not to get lost in the dark. Maxine chuckled and the lighting outside cracked and Maxine gave an angry glare up at the sky. “I am aloud to imagine, that is not a sin! In the dark I will devour your heart. Sounds so dark and tasty, Ruth is so in love with Dorian, she knows nobody would ever hurt her like he does, she doesn’t fear anyone above him.”
Some might wonder why she was yelling at the thunder like it was another person. She narrowed her eyes, but turned over four more cards and looked at them. She pressed her lips to the side as she thought. “Um, Blake attached the ying yang apparently, convenient since I lost mine, and very clever way to do it. I never would think he could convert Josie Pleasure… what a pity. Let one burn well the other is frozen, then they will keep spinning. Yet his wife is too stupid to realize that in the mirror there is another world. If she uses her brains for two seconds!”
Maxine slammed her fist against the table and then chuckled. “My apologies, I get angry, more angry then that little witch can imagine. I shouldn't be thinking about it, but Katherine strikes me as the same type. Only their world is real, only her mind can hold truth, her big brute isn't that much different.”
Maxine clapped her hands, and then yawned. “Ryder kept talking like he is some superman; I’d love to see this, supermen entertain me above all others. They can blind me with that burning passion, I already have seen what I have I don’t need sight; I don’t need to hear either, nor speak. Don’t get me wrong, he is very hard to read, but those are the kind I like. Yet I am not that interested, I feel I failed as Raven should have captured that TV Title, but still Trent’s little lady busted her knuckles by not thinking. Typical of all women to leap before they look and then go crying to their man’s shoulder, Why would I hang out with the likes of Sara Sullivan, or JR Rage, because they restored my faith in my own kind. I molded Blake into the fucked up mess he is. Sprit still thinks that there is hope in me; does this finally prove it sweetheart? Several years ago he hired me to kill you and then I convinced him to call it off. Does this finally prove to you how cruel the devil really is? Oh I took you forwards first baby, I gave to you and you lived, oh did you ever live. The end is coming though, the darkness will engulf you, and will you burn for me? You want to know what I think. I think that third party is jealous, but I find it interesting that so is Mary. I know all the dark souls do not even challenge me about them. Josie does not like me, but she has to tip her hat at me rather she wants to or not, she will in the End. I am between death and Satan and they both seem impressed with my, I have been doing this for a very long time. I can turn whoever I want right? Why I must ask permission, Sara turned my baby so that he could walk past the veil, just liked Sara and her brother. Sprit does not like that though; she stares at the veil like it’s an endless mirror. Never accepting that maybe on the other side the white swan is really looking at her evil twin, that twin that just is itching to jump through the mirror and kill her sister. Oh but that would be a sin, so she patiently waits, and waits, and waits. Someday the white light will be put out and then she can dance upon the black water free of all those that stare at her pure, flawless white sister.”
Maxine let out a long frustrated seemingly sympathetic sigh. “You poor dear, I tried. The most beautiful creature I have ever held, the black swan that cries tears of blood, all she wants is to dance with the dead, and the dead want to eat her soul. So I am faced with what so I do, because that is not a win-win situation… Whatever, I have three that are kneeling and I look are them all seeing the stars reflect in their eyes. One is dark like the midnight sky and the dark reflection of me. Then I look at the middle and see the white bluish ocean and how it turns green, then black and back to white again. This is my sister; I feel it is my sister. She entertains me, I smile upon the middle, upon my blood and flesh, and as long as she is happy then I am happy. My eyes go to the right and we return to another dark pair of eyes, but these seem watered down with sunshine. My eyes always flow to those dark eyes, on her knees she stares up at me and my white cool light. Her heart is so dark and hidden, but her eyes are bright as I am, her hair as black as the midnight sky, the stars reflect in her eyes like flashes from the flash on a camera. She is so hungry for power, such a beautiful little lust. I have to hide her though, she can not understand what it’s like because she is too afraid of embracing her past. Hasn’t she ever wondered why the Azkaban halls are filled with screams? I bet she doesn’t know truthfully why, have you ever relived every horrifying moment of your life? What about all the happy? Now relive all your happy moments and realize that they are gone forever, realize that all that is left is your misery. There is no escape because you only think what you are told to think, you are only permitted to be what you are told you are. She always seems to destroy herself in the End because she can never cope, I have to cope rather I want to or not. She does not want to be alone, but I see only greed that desires her. Death already has found hope, and therefore my Wrath is also caught in the fire… um. This is going to be a difficult mess to clean up this time.”
She sighs again; this was feeling like a large jumbled game that you had to figure out the connections and clues. There was a time limit, but nothing that she was worried about. She smiled a little remembering past days, there was very dark moments in her checkered past, but there wouldn't be any white squares on her ever growing game board if there was not also black to separate them. Still she was alone in this logic, she was misjudged like all other life on this planet. Is it sad to not care if Armageddon is closing in? Is it sad to not care if your loved ones live or die, or if you yourself live or die. Maxine is not resentful of life, just bored with it, Sprit promised to entertain her yet this same song and dance is getting old, when the heat gets too hot Sprit Fire would leave. She is always the victim because nobody could ever be under more pressure, or more stress, nobody else's time is important but Sprit Fire's.
As Maxine thought about it this was not the Sprit Fire she loved, this was not the woman that clinched onto her heartstrings like a Marionette would his puppet's strings. She rubbed her head and slightly smiled as she shook her head.
“I don’t care, while at the same time caring way too much, I know Raven says to just do whatever, but he doesn’t see that the options are overwhelming to me. He does not have this many choices, he has one path to follow. I need to cut my strings from her. Sprit is beckoning me down one path, Blake is telling me to turn away from her. Josie is laughing at my in ability to pick a path as she flaunts her ownership over Shane in front of me to fuel my anger; Raven is kindly allowing me to follow him as he watched the roads haunt me from behind. I can't turn around or I will lose all I have worked for. He only knows that while my mind might be crippled, it is beyond evolution, Jerrick seen this about me after seeing that I am not breakable. I scream as a mortal screams, I feel as a mortal feels, but I also analyze all this, because that is my gift. I only have one fear and he found it too funny to even consider valid. Jerrick would not even tell me what my fear was, he said that deep down I know, but it is not time for me to realize it all coming true.” She paused and thought for a moment with a sly smirk. She had liked Jerrick, but he was one his own now and she had a feeling she would meet him again.
“Jerrick sees a lot of things for a young one, with time he will find his own pack to raise like I did. Now I am leaving them all, and fading into the black. Malting my white feathers and turning them black as night. Not because I have to, it’s just what I want to do. Raven is my only end, Sprit used to wonder why I attack her, because… I feel like it. I love to see you cry, to hear your heart break and your dreams shatter like glass. I can throw more and more stones at you and you still seem to want to keep attached to me. Mary is the same way. I threw Blake at both of you and I watched it open both of you up like a watermelon. Then I allowed him a new birth after he served his time. He cheated; I caught him cheating at the game, now he is hiding because he got caught. Nobody cheats in my games and gets away with it! I am facing Trent Brown and Katherine Brock. What makes you think that you can handle a predator Katherine? I bet you are just a baby, no matter what your numbered age is. Malory is furious about you, she had Dresden ready to be crowned the new Universe Champion, and she was molding the future like clay in her hands. Then Mikalah Lewis came along, she turned her head thinking he only needed to bang out some frustration. Tisk tisk stepping in on her cliental, that is not very courteous of you, no wonder she was so mad about it. You had to taunt Dresden into that kiss, is Trent not enough for you? It’s ok I understand how he seems a bit… uh…how do you put this, he seems to be overcompensating in my opinion. You two are the reason she is out of a job right now, poor wolf boy is fast asleep in a hospital somewhere because of an attack you instigated. You never had to lift a finger, all you had to do was get in little innocent Mikalah’s territory and now the war has begun. I have noticed how everyone in this society thinks they are the top dog. Last time I checked the only two top dogs around here took each other out and are as good as dead. The next in line would be Sprit and Josie, but face it girls you are always second best to the beast master.” She sat and tapped her fingers on the table in front of her; she has been so many things. She has been an addict, and a junkie, and then she became born again, she embraced pure darkness she stared at the blinding light. It was a coldness she had felt secure in; Sara did not like this though. Sara liked to feel the fire of life, but yet they still were connected through all of it. She had come and rescued Maxine from the insane asylum just like Sara promised, but the place burned down. As Maxine had turned back she seen a man of flames screaming as the sky took pity on him with rain.
She pushed back her chair and stood back up, she walked to a window watching the sky. The clouds moved so fast that it really put into perspective that the days moved as fast as rushing water, but that mortality made time feel slow. She had always wished that Sprit would realize this and step up a bit, like Sara. Get it over quickly and then you can just sit back, but then again she'd be in the same spot as Maxine, looking around for something new to occupy time. Titles are a lot of responsability, and tag team titles are even more so. Having to be in sync with your partner, even now Max feels like Raven is there with her, but he is nowhere to be found.
She stopped and giggled at herself, then again she thought a lot of people were around her, and for all she knows Trent Brown and Katherine Brock are just some made up fantasy she has dreamed up. Nothing is real, only what is made to seem that way. “I am surprised Sprit picked Dorian… not really. She likes to be slapped around a lot, I have been doing it for a long time, I got tired of looking at myself, and she is too needy for me to tend to. You know what Sprit, didn’t you want these tag team titles before you died? Didn’t you want that Universe Title before you faded to black? You are just a liar! Just like Katherine Brock! I don’t need Malory at ringside, Raven and I got this handled, when I get backstage I will add one more accomplishment to Miss. Yassky’s resume, and I will make myself one step closer up that ladder to getting what I want out of you. It’s been fifteen years my dear and I am due to get my time from you. Midsummer’s Scream will be the passing from light to dark, the day will die and night will begin to reign. It’s just that time of the season, and nothing anyone does is going to stop it. I am not trying anymore, I am doing. Raven showed me the way and not I am ready to fin ally follow it. Not Trent Brown, Katherine Brock, Josie Pleasure… and not Blake Archer is standing in my way. Who will save you this time Sprit? I am sick of you fucking leaving me, I am sick of your lies… watch me win these titles just like last time. I know Trent’s weakness it’s that brown eyed girl that will be next to him, it’s simple enough to take him down, I stomp on his Achilles tendon real good and he will bow before me right before I perform my brain surgery. Not like anything is up there, it’s funny that he thinks there is, but all puppets are like that. They all either want to be a real boy or they believe they already are. Trust me Trent after this pay per view you will thank me for cutting your strings from that pathetic little girl.”
Maxine let out a breath and finished up her tarot reading. So Trent was going to go oh that is not real Maxine is off in Harry Potter world, um last time Maxine had checked faith was a personal thing and her God and creator was not Trent brown, he can think he is a mastermind all he wants, but he is just another red balloon in the air ready to be popped. She never said Trent had to believe in her rituals, does he not pray before a match? Does he not ask his God for blessings and to make it out healthy and alive? What about that Katherine stays safe? Or is he just a godless man that is here to challenge the faithful? Does he just spit out more pollution into the air every time he opens his mouth? There is no one road, but they all lead to Rome, and Maxine’s road is just one of many.
As she crosses paths once again with Katherine she knows that her partner is less threatening then the wolf, she knows he is more powerful then the wolf and Maxine also knows that if she enters that ring, she is going to prove why she is the black widow. The only variable is who was she wanting to target more? She knew Sara was watching from a different place and was wanting to see her grow, just like Raven had helped her she was going to repay the favor with gold. The TV Title had slipped by, but not these titles, not the binding tag titles that proved a partnership was real. This Midsummer she is starting her journey, and proving one by one just how fake everyone really is.
Scene 3: Death at a funeral
Listening to the preacher put down the people of Egypt grew into a hot flame under Maxine’s skin. Was all mankind such hypocrites, this man was Christian. Branches of faith are irrelevant to Maxine; you either are or are not. He began to turn this poor man’s funeral into his personal sermon. Maxine realized how Raven had told her the rich fed upon the poor. This man had a handful of people show up besides the immediate family. Maxine was there because she felt it was a duty to understand death before she faced him.
This man was twenty-seven, had a wife and three children. Was this preacher offering comfort by saying how Egypt would pay for their abomination against his God?
As they all exited Maxine watched them carry the casket of this shell of a person, she did not know where his spirit was, but she knew some of it was in the heart of his friends and family. Another might be in his memory scattered across the Universe, wherever he was he was not here on this Earth anymore, least not in this form.
Was Trent only upset that his own family set him up? He had wished for Dresden’s demise that in the eyes of some is a sin, yet he still upholds he is some type of man with moral integrity. Trent speaks of things that are beneficial at the moment, not that are true to his heart and soul. Maxine never claims to be nice, she is not sweet, and she is not even a God fearing person. If God has an issue with her then he or her can take it out on Maxine when seen fit and she’d accept it.
Maxine walked over to the drop box that had a picture of the man when he was healthier. She slipped an envelope into it and turned walking out. It didn’t matter what the money she had just donated did, her riches were of not value to her. Now that she had seen what she’d came to see she felt like she was ready to face her challenge of the midsummer solstice. Can she become a champion with Raven? She don’t have a doubt in her mind that that’s what will happen, this moment is her rising. The summer solstice when the day has it’s finally glory and the night takes over slowly growing into fall and winter.
Outside the funeral home Malory Yassky was waiting aginst a car for her. “Maxine have you thought about things?”
Maxine paused and brushed back her long black hair, the sun was bright and seemed to make her glow like when the sunlight hit the snow in winter. “I have, I do not want you at ringside for this tag match. I do however want you to get me a match booked.”
Malory uncrossed her arms and stood up straight as she is getting more serious. “Ok, and what match do you wish me to get set up?”
“First things first I want to win these tag titles, after Raven and I win, then I will speak you further. I’ve realized what’s holding me back, and it’s about time I cut the strings.” She walked around Malory and got into the car, as did Malory and they drive off ending the scene.
-Prayer for Midsummer Solstice-
Music: Puppet by Thousand Foot Crutch
Scene 1: The Grand Ball of the Dead
The scene opens up with the figure of a, porcelain skinned female, she is giggling to herself as she pulled slowly at her hair while sitting perfectly still. She stood up and danced her way around the cement basement that she dwelled in. She seemed to be performing a tango by herself and chuckling at the lyrics to the music. She dipped her hands into paint that she had sitting up on a counter and smeared it across her face still smirking with an evil gleam in her eyes. Maxine reenacted the scene in her head even though there was nothing to this atmosphere, to her is was an extravagant grand ball held in her honor. She courtesies at people and flowed to her next destination.
She stopped in front of a mannequin that was a torso on a stand with a head loosely attached. There was a burned and shared mask on this head. One of Universe Champion AJ Riot, Maxine smirked and bowed in an almost sarcastic manner. “You darling were so good, when I give you a job Riot you really set it off honey.”
(In her head)
“Yeah damn right, I even snapped your head around didn’t I?”
She laughed lightly and slapped the mannuieqin on the shoulder. “You silly boy, you are so fun to watch burn, thank you for that. I wonder if Sprit figured out the puzzle, she is going to run out of time. Oh my god Sprit. I put on the entire collection of mask; I played all the parts, the pour love bird I think she lost her way. I told Raven about her, in the end I had to win; I tossed her from the sky and watched her fall into the sun. Very entertaining, she always forgets my hexes and curses.”
(In her head)
“Yeah well, if she runs out of time. She can still figure it out.”
Maxine slowly closed her eyes and shook her head. “No she won’t not this time I am tired of playing mummy for her. If Josie doesn’t destroy her I get what is left.”
She zoned out staring at nothing inpaticulare, but spaced out on an idea. “I win, just like always…”
She slowly smirked at the mannuiqinn set up and kissed it on the cheek. “I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfire. Felt like falling in the black to die didn’t it? You felt what it is like to burn with all your sins of regret. You should never regret anything, and I regret nothing Sprit. Not even your sister, she erased me… but who was born?”
Maxine closed her eyes and smirked as she grasped her throat. Maxine gasped for breath and fell back laughing; she was choked from something invisible. “Come on SPRIT! COME ON HIT ME! FUCKIGN CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF ME!”
She kicked at the air and hiked herself up to her feet in one swift motion; she bent back like she was ducking an assault by someone. She back flipped over to her wall and pulled down one of her Samurai swords and was swishing it skillfully through the air. Her foot work was like a ballet dancer, and she swung the sword in perfect timing all her motions seemed like perfection and graceful like a butterfly. She stopped as she nearly chopped off the mannequin head; she held her blade there and whispered to the fake Riot. “Did the End of the World hurt, did it hurt to leave Josie behind? Remember those warm fuzzy feelings you felt for her and then you got fucking sick of looking at her. What about Evie and Joanna, you promised you would never hurt them like the rest of the world, you promised them you would never leave them. Actually I remember meeting your presious Joanna Blood, her anger is like your anger, she managed to aim her fist at the drywall instead of your face. Remind you of somebody? *sighs pleasurably* I felt it was so beautiful; you took to death so willingly Riot, you cried for your sins as they bleed right out of you. Even your love would be proud of how handsome of a death you flamed into, the same goes for Dorian. You do not fuck with the Hunter baby! Ed Gein has nothing on me, I could be Shane, I could be Blake, Bye bye, he finally gets what he wished for he wanted that god damn bird so I gave him and she spit him right back!”
Maxine spun around and decapitated the mannequin and watched as the masked head spun on the floor like a top. Maxine chuckled and sung as she danced around the head. “Dradle dradle I made you out of clay dradle dradle dradle, with dradle I shall play!”
She kicked it across the room like a football and then she closed her eyes and licked her tongue up her arm and she groaned in the imagination of her blood lust she had. “It’s all leftovers baby, I remember a boy that ran around here named The Puppet Master, and you all mocked him. He made a threat against you, and I spun around in his direction and thought, nah Josie was just toying with the baby. Then he threaded through Sprit, she seemed so full of herself like the blood stained Barbie. I had offered my doll before but like a good little girl she listened to me, so I gave her, her wings back. Oh, and then a kitty found her, I about peeded myself! *Slaps knee and laughs hysterically* Tied together and already fighting, this is the most interesting Shift I have ever seen in my life! When the ying yang passes on the light to the dark and vice versa, but yet somebody is delaying, I promise everyone that time waits on no one. I finally am beside my half. Though your half is very interesting, yep, I get to feed off emotion, oh every little thing, it’s like eating a soul mostly, but that’s only the feeling.”
She chuckled and slipped into a savory thought of a steak dinner that was Medium Well, such a hot pink center, and the blood that watered in her mouth. If she flipped to the other side then she was the steak, being cut into and the blood oozing out with the flavorful juices, how the fork was pierced into her and she was placed in the mouth of her devourer. She hoped to be the best tasting steak ever, she had been killed and butchered just to be enjoined as food and if that was her purpose then she wanted to be the best.
(In her head)
“Yeah, it’s a long hard road out of hell isn’t it? You are not mad that Josie is tied along with your holy cow?”
Maxine shook her head and slightly chuckled. “hehe, holy cow. I have not heard that in a long time. To answer you, no I was getting bored. My dear Hathor, she grows old and needs to be eaten.”
Maxine closed her eyes again and walked along with her sword at her side. She slipped her finger to her lips and pressed it against her imaginary burned AJ Riot’s lips that were on the ground near her feet. “Shh, do not tell them, or they will laugh at you remember? You don’t want to catch on fire for your dirty thoughts now do you? Those little pixies only lose their light when people stop believing, so why do you believe them so much. It’s not just some tinker bell story, think about it, if you stopped believing in Jesus he would fade into time, if you stopped following your Buddhist traditions then they would fade. I watched my people slip into extinction, I watched them all burn, I watched them hang for their sins against a society that we never belonged to. It was created around us and it fell in on us till we all died or went into hiding. I never stop believeing.”
(In her head)
“Oh my god! Yeah fucking Journey man! Aww, remember they played that fucking band in the gym, and you would just sit there on the cycling machines singing that shit and crying because you thought about…”
Maxine picked up the mannequin head and threw it across the room hard. “What did I just tell you huh? I said not to tell them! … uh now they probably know.”
She clicked her tongue and stomped her foot aggravated at her choice to invite Riot to this Grand Ball she was in honor of, this was her chance to shine as the darkest star of all. Raven would understand, she had to use her Analytical talent to thread he dolls together like popcorn on a string. She slowly smirked. “I made them for my son to play with, but he got too carried away with things. It’s my fault really; the fault always falls back on the mother. It’s alright though Raven told me about it; he told me how a bird cannot fly if you tear off their wings. Puppies cannot see if you poke out their eyes. I have had a Ram, and a Bull, and then a Centaur, and well I might let them run free, I still like to brand them every now and then. I don’t want other people poking at my things. This year I freed her because Raven said it was time to let that old heifer graze in her pasture. It is time, for the End, everyone freaks out. The Day ends every night, your conscious dies every time you sleep. Raven and I can pass through the veil. I only ever met my love and brother that could do this before. Sprit flies into it as hard as he little wings can take her, but she still smacks against it like a glass wall. I laughed about it so much how she twitches with a broken neck. Sara told me I was mean, but she knows I devour that all up, the broken and lost, the pure and golden, they are the meat of this world, my world. Mmm, all the tendons and vertebra, I never like to waste anything. I have to recount and I know what your job is Sprit, you are suppose to fall through the Nine.”
She pauses and smirks. “Oh, so impressive, I bet Josie stops you, I bet she gets the better of you and once again I win. I found my loop hole, I cannot stop you, but she can. She’ll free Evie, and finally put you where you belong in that fire to get cooked for my platter.”
Maxine smirked evilly as she remembered something. “A lot of people minus my precious Rage she remembers, when the devil is too busy, and death is a bit too much, they call on me. Because I am the middle and I secretly made my pledge on my bleeding and damaged soul. Right when I turned that gun from your hand and put it in my mouth, do you remember it Sprit? Loren’s eyes as he looked at you, you cried as you held the gun to your head from playing Russian roulette. You didn’t want to play, he made you play the game, and did you lose? You begged and begged and finally he took the gun you held and placed it to his temple and said shoot.”
She chuckled more and sighed slightly having tears of joy in her eyes, she lifted a finger to gently dab them away.
“Every time Sprit makes it rain, I feel my mind go insane. That was the first black out I remember Sprit having. We sat there and all watched her, she was young and scared of death. She just so sad she just wants love; she would do anything for Blake to love her. I seen how Dorian was the same he would do anything for her to love him, but he could not understand the emotions and it drove him into complete madness. I dangle him in front of her and she always picks the sun. But this year the Stars changed and now her entire world is turned upside down. That is what being fasted is, you are together for all time. It’s such a wretched commitment. Your soul pieced together and you become more lost in the light or dark. It took me awhile to figure out my power after Blake passed it on. In 2007 Loren told me both Dorian and Blake Archer were dead. He said that he read of how the King will return for his souls. How hades will feel death and finally understand life. After this, I don’t know…all I know is that he thinks everyone can be saved, even the original, his brother, the one that created sin.” She giggles and shrugs her shoulders.
“Raven might know, more on that topic, but he is a lot harder then I, his brotherhood run deeper by the thread of time and the planets and signs hurry to find their sign. Blake cheated and got what he wanted, I hate him. It’s alright though, I can understand wanting to go fishing. It’s about time Raven started making him throw them back it was ticking me off.” She became angry started beating her one fist off her skull like she was hitting the person that irritating her or punishing herself for not being able to hit that person. Then she stumbled as she had been pacing as she did this, she looked down and seen the head that wore Riot’s mask. She stabbed the sword into it and held it out in front of her face.
“I was so happy that Riot picked up on everything right away. All passed out and thinking that they are all safe. It’s the blood that keeps me young, the flesh that keeps me thirsty, hehe. Silly little girls never understand still stuck in the apple of their Daddy’s eye. Riot knew that was why I made her eat the apple, why Eve had to die. Raven patted me on the back and stroked my head; I was such a good little succubus. I did my job and I passed on my powers to plan the future. Ruth almost got me, she really did. I thought wow time is going by so slowly, what the hell? Then I turn around and seen the damn thing clinging to my feet with her teeth. A baby calf, I grabbed her by the legs and swung her around my neck like I always do and carried her up the mountain, she would be a fine companion for my bull. You know Riot she is so devoted, she will wait till the end of time, but her line will only hold up for so long before she is forced to break free. I wonder how she will handle it, how will she handle passing, dead is never the end. This game is not over till I say it is over!”
Maxine smacked Riot’s head against her head like her blade had been a baseball bat; she kicked off the head and watched it slide to the floor. Maxine leaned down and grabbed the mask off the head. “I think Raven should meet this poor soldier.”
Maxine still had to meet Malory, but first she wanted to stop by and show Raven what she has found. He says Blake is not dead and she believes him. Death is not real but an illusion of reality for those too weak to see past it.
Scene 2: The Tarot Reading and recovery of a Soul
Maxine was humming to herself as the candles around her burned. She was shuffling her cards with their Celtic Dragons on them. She flipped the first card over and seen Death upside down. “Well duh, because Riot and Blake are off dancing with the dead...least in the mental capacity if nothing else.”
She smiled and sighed fondly as she pictured the dead, she missed the taste of heaven and its warm embrace, and it was colder in the hell she knows. She had heard a preacher say how hot it was in hell at a funeral over the past week and nearly jumped up and stabbed him in the throat. She thought about how would you like to find out the truth… but he was just a blind servant of writing in a book. She rubbed her temple; she had once known a boy that thought the Necronamam was real and exploded an ashtray in his own face. Remembering this made her cry, the boy had been a younger Loren, she had loved Loren, but Ruth ruined him.
She was only nearly human not a real human being and her saving grace had lost her head for the effort. She thought about Blake as the Supreme Being, he had managed to accomplish his dream. He was the bloody king of the Universe and he claimed his queen’s head, now he could carry her around his neck just like he always wanted. He even found a princess to take over at his side. He didn’t even have to win a title to do it, he probably pissed off Beelzebub. He was smart though he escaped the ninth level, he was smart enough to erase his sins one by one, yet Maxine highly doubts that Ruth is smart enough not to get lost in the dark. Maxine chuckled and the lighting outside cracked and Maxine gave an angry glare up at the sky. “I am aloud to imagine, that is not a sin! In the dark I will devour your heart. Sounds so dark and tasty, Ruth is so in love with Dorian, she knows nobody would ever hurt her like he does, she doesn’t fear anyone above him.”
Some might wonder why she was yelling at the thunder like it was another person. She narrowed her eyes, but turned over four more cards and looked at them. She pressed her lips to the side as she thought. “Um, Blake attached the ying yang apparently, convenient since I lost mine, and very clever way to do it. I never would think he could convert Josie Pleasure… what a pity. Let one burn well the other is frozen, then they will keep spinning. Yet his wife is too stupid to realize that in the mirror there is another world. If she uses her brains for two seconds!”
Maxine slammed her fist against the table and then chuckled. “My apologies, I get angry, more angry then that little witch can imagine. I shouldn't be thinking about it, but Katherine strikes me as the same type. Only their world is real, only her mind can hold truth, her big brute isn't that much different.”
Maxine clapped her hands, and then yawned. “Ryder kept talking like he is some superman; I’d love to see this, supermen entertain me above all others. They can blind me with that burning passion, I already have seen what I have I don’t need sight; I don’t need to hear either, nor speak. Don’t get me wrong, he is very hard to read, but those are the kind I like. Yet I am not that interested, I feel I failed as Raven should have captured that TV Title, but still Trent’s little lady busted her knuckles by not thinking. Typical of all women to leap before they look and then go crying to their man’s shoulder, Why would I hang out with the likes of Sara Sullivan, or JR Rage, because they restored my faith in my own kind. I molded Blake into the fucked up mess he is. Sprit still thinks that there is hope in me; does this finally prove it sweetheart? Several years ago he hired me to kill you and then I convinced him to call it off. Does this finally prove to you how cruel the devil really is? Oh I took you forwards first baby, I gave to you and you lived, oh did you ever live. The end is coming though, the darkness will engulf you, and will you burn for me? You want to know what I think. I think that third party is jealous, but I find it interesting that so is Mary. I know all the dark souls do not even challenge me about them. Josie does not like me, but she has to tip her hat at me rather she wants to or not, she will in the End. I am between death and Satan and they both seem impressed with my, I have been doing this for a very long time. I can turn whoever I want right? Why I must ask permission, Sara turned my baby so that he could walk past the veil, just liked Sara and her brother. Sprit does not like that though; she stares at the veil like it’s an endless mirror. Never accepting that maybe on the other side the white swan is really looking at her evil twin, that twin that just is itching to jump through the mirror and kill her sister. Oh but that would be a sin, so she patiently waits, and waits, and waits. Someday the white light will be put out and then she can dance upon the black water free of all those that stare at her pure, flawless white sister.”
Maxine let out a long frustrated seemingly sympathetic sigh. “You poor dear, I tried. The most beautiful creature I have ever held, the black swan that cries tears of blood, all she wants is to dance with the dead, and the dead want to eat her soul. So I am faced with what so I do, because that is not a win-win situation… Whatever, I have three that are kneeling and I look are them all seeing the stars reflect in their eyes. One is dark like the midnight sky and the dark reflection of me. Then I look at the middle and see the white bluish ocean and how it turns green, then black and back to white again. This is my sister; I feel it is my sister. She entertains me, I smile upon the middle, upon my blood and flesh, and as long as she is happy then I am happy. My eyes go to the right and we return to another dark pair of eyes, but these seem watered down with sunshine. My eyes always flow to those dark eyes, on her knees she stares up at me and my white cool light. Her heart is so dark and hidden, but her eyes are bright as I am, her hair as black as the midnight sky, the stars reflect in her eyes like flashes from the flash on a camera. She is so hungry for power, such a beautiful little lust. I have to hide her though, she can not understand what it’s like because she is too afraid of embracing her past. Hasn’t she ever wondered why the Azkaban halls are filled with screams? I bet she doesn’t know truthfully why, have you ever relived every horrifying moment of your life? What about all the happy? Now relive all your happy moments and realize that they are gone forever, realize that all that is left is your misery. There is no escape because you only think what you are told to think, you are only permitted to be what you are told you are. She always seems to destroy herself in the End because she can never cope, I have to cope rather I want to or not. She does not want to be alone, but I see only greed that desires her. Death already has found hope, and therefore my Wrath is also caught in the fire… um. This is going to be a difficult mess to clean up this time.”
She sighs again; this was feeling like a large jumbled game that you had to figure out the connections and clues. There was a time limit, but nothing that she was worried about. She smiled a little remembering past days, there was very dark moments in her checkered past, but there wouldn't be any white squares on her ever growing game board if there was not also black to separate them. Still she was alone in this logic, she was misjudged like all other life on this planet. Is it sad to not care if Armageddon is closing in? Is it sad to not care if your loved ones live or die, or if you yourself live or die. Maxine is not resentful of life, just bored with it, Sprit promised to entertain her yet this same song and dance is getting old, when the heat gets too hot Sprit Fire would leave. She is always the victim because nobody could ever be under more pressure, or more stress, nobody else's time is important but Sprit Fire's.
As Maxine thought about it this was not the Sprit Fire she loved, this was not the woman that clinched onto her heartstrings like a Marionette would his puppet's strings. She rubbed her head and slightly smiled as she shook her head.
“I don’t care, while at the same time caring way too much, I know Raven says to just do whatever, but he doesn’t see that the options are overwhelming to me. He does not have this many choices, he has one path to follow. I need to cut my strings from her. Sprit is beckoning me down one path, Blake is telling me to turn away from her. Josie is laughing at my in ability to pick a path as she flaunts her ownership over Shane in front of me to fuel my anger; Raven is kindly allowing me to follow him as he watched the roads haunt me from behind. I can't turn around or I will lose all I have worked for. He only knows that while my mind might be crippled, it is beyond evolution, Jerrick seen this about me after seeing that I am not breakable. I scream as a mortal screams, I feel as a mortal feels, but I also analyze all this, because that is my gift. I only have one fear and he found it too funny to even consider valid. Jerrick would not even tell me what my fear was, he said that deep down I know, but it is not time for me to realize it all coming true.” She paused and thought for a moment with a sly smirk. She had liked Jerrick, but he was one his own now and she had a feeling she would meet him again.
“Jerrick sees a lot of things for a young one, with time he will find his own pack to raise like I did. Now I am leaving them all, and fading into the black. Malting my white feathers and turning them black as night. Not because I have to, it’s just what I want to do. Raven is my only end, Sprit used to wonder why I attack her, because… I feel like it. I love to see you cry, to hear your heart break and your dreams shatter like glass. I can throw more and more stones at you and you still seem to want to keep attached to me. Mary is the same way. I threw Blake at both of you and I watched it open both of you up like a watermelon. Then I allowed him a new birth after he served his time. He cheated; I caught him cheating at the game, now he is hiding because he got caught. Nobody cheats in my games and gets away with it! I am facing Trent Brown and Katherine Brock. What makes you think that you can handle a predator Katherine? I bet you are just a baby, no matter what your numbered age is. Malory is furious about you, she had Dresden ready to be crowned the new Universe Champion, and she was molding the future like clay in her hands. Then Mikalah Lewis came along, she turned her head thinking he only needed to bang out some frustration. Tisk tisk stepping in on her cliental, that is not very courteous of you, no wonder she was so mad about it. You had to taunt Dresden into that kiss, is Trent not enough for you? It’s ok I understand how he seems a bit… uh…how do you put this, he seems to be overcompensating in my opinion. You two are the reason she is out of a job right now, poor wolf boy is fast asleep in a hospital somewhere because of an attack you instigated. You never had to lift a finger, all you had to do was get in little innocent Mikalah’s territory and now the war has begun. I have noticed how everyone in this society thinks they are the top dog. Last time I checked the only two top dogs around here took each other out and are as good as dead. The next in line would be Sprit and Josie, but face it girls you are always second best to the beast master.” She sat and tapped her fingers on the table in front of her; she has been so many things. She has been an addict, and a junkie, and then she became born again, she embraced pure darkness she stared at the blinding light. It was a coldness she had felt secure in; Sara did not like this though. Sara liked to feel the fire of life, but yet they still were connected through all of it. She had come and rescued Maxine from the insane asylum just like Sara promised, but the place burned down. As Maxine had turned back she seen a man of flames screaming as the sky took pity on him with rain.
She pushed back her chair and stood back up, she walked to a window watching the sky. The clouds moved so fast that it really put into perspective that the days moved as fast as rushing water, but that mortality made time feel slow. She had always wished that Sprit would realize this and step up a bit, like Sara. Get it over quickly and then you can just sit back, but then again she'd be in the same spot as Maxine, looking around for something new to occupy time. Titles are a lot of responsability, and tag team titles are even more so. Having to be in sync with your partner, even now Max feels like Raven is there with her, but he is nowhere to be found.
She stopped and giggled at herself, then again she thought a lot of people were around her, and for all she knows Trent Brown and Katherine Brock are just some made up fantasy she has dreamed up. Nothing is real, only what is made to seem that way. “I am surprised Sprit picked Dorian… not really. She likes to be slapped around a lot, I have been doing it for a long time, I got tired of looking at myself, and she is too needy for me to tend to. You know what Sprit, didn’t you want these tag team titles before you died? Didn’t you want that Universe Title before you faded to black? You are just a liar! Just like Katherine Brock! I don’t need Malory at ringside, Raven and I got this handled, when I get backstage I will add one more accomplishment to Miss. Yassky’s resume, and I will make myself one step closer up that ladder to getting what I want out of you. It’s been fifteen years my dear and I am due to get my time from you. Midsummer’s Scream will be the passing from light to dark, the day will die and night will begin to reign. It’s just that time of the season, and nothing anyone does is going to stop it. I am not trying anymore, I am doing. Raven showed me the way and not I am ready to fin ally follow it. Not Trent Brown, Katherine Brock, Josie Pleasure… and not Blake Archer is standing in my way. Who will save you this time Sprit? I am sick of you fucking leaving me, I am sick of your lies… watch me win these titles just like last time. I know Trent’s weakness it’s that brown eyed girl that will be next to him, it’s simple enough to take him down, I stomp on his Achilles tendon real good and he will bow before me right before I perform my brain surgery. Not like anything is up there, it’s funny that he thinks there is, but all puppets are like that. They all either want to be a real boy or they believe they already are. Trust me Trent after this pay per view you will thank me for cutting your strings from that pathetic little girl.”
Maxine let out a breath and finished up her tarot reading. So Trent was going to go oh that is not real Maxine is off in Harry Potter world, um last time Maxine had checked faith was a personal thing and her God and creator was not Trent brown, he can think he is a mastermind all he wants, but he is just another red balloon in the air ready to be popped. She never said Trent had to believe in her rituals, does he not pray before a match? Does he not ask his God for blessings and to make it out healthy and alive? What about that Katherine stays safe? Or is he just a godless man that is here to challenge the faithful? Does he just spit out more pollution into the air every time he opens his mouth? There is no one road, but they all lead to Rome, and Maxine’s road is just one of many.
As she crosses paths once again with Katherine she knows that her partner is less threatening then the wolf, she knows he is more powerful then the wolf and Maxine also knows that if she enters that ring, she is going to prove why she is the black widow. The only variable is who was she wanting to target more? She knew Sara was watching from a different place and was wanting to see her grow, just like Raven had helped her she was going to repay the favor with gold. The TV Title had slipped by, but not these titles, not the binding tag titles that proved a partnership was real. This Midsummer she is starting her journey, and proving one by one just how fake everyone really is.
Scene 3: Death at a funeral
Listening to the preacher put down the people of Egypt grew into a hot flame under Maxine’s skin. Was all mankind such hypocrites, this man was Christian. Branches of faith are irrelevant to Maxine; you either are or are not. He began to turn this poor man’s funeral into his personal sermon. Maxine realized how Raven had told her the rich fed upon the poor. This man had a handful of people show up besides the immediate family. Maxine was there because she felt it was a duty to understand death before she faced him.
This man was twenty-seven, had a wife and three children. Was this preacher offering comfort by saying how Egypt would pay for their abomination against his God?
As they all exited Maxine watched them carry the casket of this shell of a person, she did not know where his spirit was, but she knew some of it was in the heart of his friends and family. Another might be in his memory scattered across the Universe, wherever he was he was not here on this Earth anymore, least not in this form.
Was Trent only upset that his own family set him up? He had wished for Dresden’s demise that in the eyes of some is a sin, yet he still upholds he is some type of man with moral integrity. Trent speaks of things that are beneficial at the moment, not that are true to his heart and soul. Maxine never claims to be nice, she is not sweet, and she is not even a God fearing person. If God has an issue with her then he or her can take it out on Maxine when seen fit and she’d accept it.
Maxine walked over to the drop box that had a picture of the man when he was healthier. She slipped an envelope into it and turned walking out. It didn’t matter what the money she had just donated did, her riches were of not value to her. Now that she had seen what she’d came to see she felt like she was ready to face her challenge of the midsummer solstice. Can she become a champion with Raven? She don’t have a doubt in her mind that that’s what will happen, this moment is her rising. The summer solstice when the day has it’s finally glory and the night takes over slowly growing into fall and winter.
Outside the funeral home Malory Yassky was waiting aginst a car for her. “Maxine have you thought about things?”
Maxine paused and brushed back her long black hair, the sun was bright and seemed to make her glow like when the sunlight hit the snow in winter. “I have, I do not want you at ringside for this tag match. I do however want you to get me a match booked.”
Malory uncrossed her arms and stood up straight as she is getting more serious. “Ok, and what match do you wish me to get set up?”
“First things first I want to win these tag titles, after Raven and I win, then I will speak you further. I’ve realized what’s holding me back, and it’s about time I cut the strings.” She walked around Malory and got into the car, as did Malory and they drive off ending the scene.
