Post by Maxine Hunter on Aug 11, 2011 5:11:38 GMT -5
Prelude
Prelude 12/21 & Miss Murder by AFI
We all see in reverse over here, to live, one is evil. To have once lived, that only falls under one person's power. Can you see like a mirror? Can you see as I once lived?
I was born dead, I was alive in a dead world. I don't belong here I never have belonged here. I chose Raven because I knew he claimed my name, he honored thy name.
A powerful being does not boost and shout to draw attention to one's self, not unless they are begging for trouble. It is forbidden to disturb the natural balance, it is taboo for one to fiddle with time itself. Living is my punishment, my punishment for refusing to be alive, how can people walk around and be so ungrateful? How can people walk around thinking they are the best thing gifted onto the world? Khnum would be ashamed, I am ashamed at how only lies can be accepted as truth anymore.
Why was I born without Ka inside me, I was just as empty as the tomb I visit on a yearly basis. I feel my brothers, sisters. They all reborn and reborn, you think we rest yet in history we never really rested. Heh. Gods among men, yet we're treated like common filthy slaves.
Katherine Brock is like me, she breaths like I breaths, she feels like I feel. I can stand up to this trial, I am able to uphold Maat, the rightful order of all. There will not be chaos, because that is my gift, my sacrifice. Now that I have shown Katherine what a mind in chaos sees, what it looks like, has she really learned anything at all?
This Lunar Madness she will have to, I won't stop till I am at the rising of the light. I have to feel it burn me, consume me, melt me. I have to burst into the air and crumble into dust. That's how I travel the wind, well there you have it Sprit, you always wanted my secret, there it is.
Scene 1: Secret life of a runaway Ka
If you slipped away from your master, but left behind a piece of yourself would you go back and risk imprisonment again?
The scene opens up with a thick black boot sliding across the concrete floor. Blood is dripping down like rain droplets, her purple sleeves were stained with the sticky dark blood of her neck which was bleeding rapidly, her mind raced.
(Thinking)
Oh my god, she bit me. Haha! What a little bitch, oh well she still has to do more then this to win me back over. I will never let myself love her. She wants me to and she is never getting what she wants till I do. She needs to realize this all started with one insult, just one rude remark and so began a 15 year grudge. It will end with her imprisonment, and she is going to lock herself away. There is no arguing. I wrote it to be so.
Max stumbled into a room and grabbed a first aid kit, she placed it over the side of her neck, this was a bad puncture.
(Thinking)
I imagined her biting me, she shot me. Now I shot me, yeah I shot me she had nothing to do with it.
"Fuck!" Max stood up and walked over to a mirror. Indeed she was gushing out blood from a vain in the side of her neck. She looked around and grabbed a long pipe. She rushed over to the fire and stuck the pipe in the flames. She still held the pressure on her neck till she watched the metal glow hot, then she returned to the mirror and placed the cloth in the mouth before she held back her hair and and the hot iron against her neck.
The inside of her body screamed, but she bit down on the cloth.
"Max!" Maxine heard her sister's voice and ripped away the iron and looked at the now cloting wound. She looked in the mirror and at the blood on her, she looked a mess, but it secretly makes her want to grin like she is a fashion model.
"Max what..." Miranda walked closer to her sister and was attempting to check on her wound.
Maxine jerked away from Miranda. "I been shot, I just have to stop the bleeding it will be alright. I can take care of myself, I am older then you."
"Well let me help you, I went to school for it... here..."
"NO!" Max looked at Miranda and then shook her head.
"No, just let me be. If I survive, well then I survive, if not I guess Miss Brock gets off a little easier then she would have liked, come Lunar Madness." Maxine chuckled.
Miranda pressed her lips together with a slight frown. Maxine had been reckless a lot lately, laughing and crying. Her ups and downs were like a roller coaster, yet it was all focused on the hell in a cell coming up. Miranda felt worried that Blake acted this way before Riot burned down the arena. She begged Scythe to reason with her and he refused to speak to her still. "Don't say that, that is a horrible thing to say. Some of us still care about you!"
Maxine chuckled only slightly and looked at the gun shot wound. She loved her sister, and she cares about her offspring. Her sister was half of her, and her children were links to the future. These were all things that made Maxine completely ok with dying at any second, only one thing actually weighed on her mind that it nearly split into madness. Max caught Miranda's angry trying not to break into tears face. She sighed and slightly smirked. "Hey Miranda, remember how I was joking and said maybe it was time we added a fourth to invoke the spirit?"
Miranda looked at Maxine with a slightly open mouth as she was thinking. She thought about the elements, Maxine always thought that if you lined up the right elements of people in a tight nit group that it would bring about great power to be shared equally. Miranda looked at Max. "Vaguely, why?"
"I am just saying, I used to summon her a lot, mmm like being sucked off by an angel. I would give up my mortality you know, let my powers pass. The problem is I do not believe her heart to be light, I believe it to be much heavier then a feather of maat. I don't want her to sink. I've felt it, Katherine is different thought, and I feel that this is a sacrifice I have to make. Her heart is young and free, it is innocent to a point of slightly being gullible. ... Ruth used to be this to me." Max paused and looked over at Miranda then slightly smiled.
"I had a stuffed doll I slept with every night. I know she was there with me. Adam...Adam tried to steal my fucking Sprit." Max forgot her surroundings and leaned on the hot metal having a delayed reaction then hissing from the pain and holding her burned hand.
Miranda looked worried as she stood up and looked at Max, she hugged her tightly much to Maxine's confusion. She sighed and allowed it to happen though and patted her on the back.
"I'm not Persephone honey, it will be alright." Maxine tried to offer some type of comfort even though she had no idea why Miranda was acting this way. She feels she is older then Miranda and has to protect her from the cruelty of the world. Her mind would snap just like Maxine's once had.
Miranda backed off Max a little and looked at her. Max felt like lighting the mood a little. "Trust me it will be alright. We're in the tribe of justice. I committed acts of treason for a reason. I prey you shall never have to commit these crime, nor for any other to have to as well. I've kept my mouth shut long enough. ... I'm sick of it, their not free I am free. I am the only person alive, I love you, but even you are dead. I found out how, and I'm going to keep going till it's finally over."
Maxine paused and took a deep breath. "Jerrick, he wanted screams he wanted a little slave. I taught him, he knew I know. I know a lot, what did give me a chuckle is that his voodoo is personal. It only works if Trent Brown believes in it, whatever he did, Trent must have believed a little. Maybe not in Jerrick or his powers, but he believes in something. Raven needed a follower, so I stopped leading, it not like Sprit really ever follows me anyway. I stopped along the road and I looked at this poor soul of a boy. Sprit needed her wings clipped, so snip, I did. What is that, one, two, ... Three, yep. I only need one more."
Miranda slightly giggled, thought she still had retreating tears, now attempting to dry themselves away. Her grey colored eyes seemed to sparkle like stars as she slightly smiled at Max. "You act like you are playing UNO or Chess."
Maxine smirked. "Maybe I am, that was on my bucket list, to be the god of chess. I watched tapes on Bobby Fisher, a young chess prodigy, and probably the best there ever was, is now or will ever be. I wanted to be that type of person, but not just at chess. At combat, at intelligence, surveillance, the best at economics, best at science, and at logic. I would preform better then anything could ever preform, the god of all gods, the being of all beings. Nothing was ever going to top me."
"You felt all of that at eleven years old?" Miranda asked.
Max had tears in her eyes and that leaked down her face. Those were years she was just dead, what had killed her. She hadn't ever liked to talk about, better to just forget it. Yet her mind kept thinking of more elaborate ways to achieve this dream of Ultimate Supremacy. Max chuckled a little. "Well we could blame the 'force' if I learn to master all life, and all force. I would have to be the ultimate. Everyone would desire to be me look up to me. What I am how I act, that would be the standard to live up to. That is what I always thought growing up, I had a running joke with myself that I was the Anti-Christ... but then I met Raven. I never cried so purely, he had blinded himself out of anger and spite just like I had. I might not desire the entire world anymore, but I do desire her world. I'll rule it or she'll burn at my side. It has to be done Miranda."
Miranda shook her head and brushed back her hair out of her face. Her sister had been slipping deeper into dementia then normal, she would have fits of hysterical laughing like she had when she had nightmares as a child. Miranda could see that everyday wore a little more on her. She leaned over and hugged Max again. "I know, you go out there and do what you feel you have to do."
After that she let go of her sister and walked off, she did not want Max to see her upset, she felt ashamed to be so upset when this was just the way things were.
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Scene 2: Girl Long Forgotten
When you wear a mask, sometimes the mask wears you.
The scene opens on a smooth coco skinned youth, her name is Isabella Hunter she watched her little girl play with the flowers; she was knitting a quit together to take to town and sell at the pawn shop. She hummed to herself; she had made the right choice she had to have made the right choice she thought as she hummed. She had to leave Mason Young, she had to do it, but now they were more like Gypsies then what already ran though their blood. How long till the crime lord tracked them down, Isabella tried to shove the thoughts out of her head as her little daughter ran up to her bringing her a crown of flowers.
“Here mama.” The young girl with porcelain skin and bright green eyes only elaborated by her poker straight black hair framing her face handed the flower crown to Isabella.
Isabella smiled and placed the crown on her head, her skin showed how she worked in the sun, how it tanned her once ivory complexion that once matched this girl. “Thank you Amanda. Do you know what your name means?”
Amanda rolled her eyes then caught her mother’s glare. “Yes, fit to be loved. I know mama.”
Isabella smiled at her child and looked up at the stars. “The stars talk to us baby, they guide us to the very heavens we will someday rest at. You know your sign is a Cancer, that word can scare people, but it is a strong sign.”
Maxine twirled the flower in her hand and sighed as she looked up at the stars. “I was a cancer, now there is a 13th in the East. It forced me to look back at the Gemini, and I realized my brother is in dire need. Well I branch off and away, he is always the natural animal he is, I am ruled by the moon, he howls at the moon. Though I guess I would be meaning Sara, but deep down if she is a woman it amazes me.”
She rolled back and smiled. “Jesus is coming from the West, so it is prophesied, that’s the way I travel to see Ruth, because I am odd like that I rather fly past Japan then the other way. If we want to get scientific, someday the sun will rise from the west, what will people do when there is no Jesus? The Poles are bound to reverse, it’s just a matter of time, and take it as whatever you want to make you feel better about yourself, I’m Egyptian and I follow the old ways because in all honestly the new ones are the same just more words then actions. I miss my mother, but time passes as do the people, yet I am the only one that stays around. People call me a fool for doing so, for not moving on, but I just can’t find it in my heart to do so.”
She tossed the flower into the water that was reflecting the big bright full moon. She was happy to be out in the moonlight, to embrace its smile and soft glow onto her skin. The damp grass under her also felt like home to her, it never mattered the location, the outdoors and nature made her feel calm and centered. “You know I could be frightened of this Hell in a Cell, do you think Katherine will kill me. I’d pray if there was a god worth praying to anymore for her to deliver me from this fate. She’d never deliver the final shot, in a time of suffering it is upon our responsibility to smite out the weak. Yet if you take a person off life support it can be considered murder. I been life support for a very long time, going on thirty years, Katherine has always had that warm loving environment, me I had it stripped away from me. In the dead of the night a group of men ambushed my mother, and my little sister. They hung my mother up on a cross and burned her alive while I held Miranda close to hide her eyes from the sight. She never once cried, though her struggling to fight off the pain was evident in her face. People of this earth do not know such courage or strength, each passing year parents get more protective, and they feed more lies to their children. More and more little ones are discovering truths before their time and not able to handle it. Yet everyone takes an easy out, I want no easy out, I want it to hurt just as much going out of this world as it did going into it. Most people don’t remember how painful it is to be born, I can remember such things, it’s a curse to have such a memory, and at times a blessing. Sprit calls me lucky, I don’t believe in luck, you make your own or it happens for a reason.”
Max looked around, when she was twenty- four she changed her name legally to Maxine Hunter. That small girl that was raped by her father that had been passed around to his friends like a new toy, the little girl that had a child due to being rapped, it all seemed to disappear when she changed her name and forgot all about Amanda Young. “I didn’t mean to kill her; I didn’t mean to put you through this at all. I look at Miranda and I wonder what I am still even around for. You keep me here like a fly stuck on sticky paper, out blood is what writes the tales of time on the scroll of space.”
Maxine leaned back and folded her arms around the back of her head. “Kat’s been a fun new toy to think about. Poor Sprit, last year’s model… I wonder how it feels to be expired. To not be wanted anymore free of all envious eyes. I know I am facing a pivotal point in a career that should be over. Yet I keep seeing the same little girl inside Katherine, I have to let her free, I have to free her. Nobody understands this; I bet it deep down makes Sprit burn. Not to be my favorite victim anymore, what a horrible crime for a little fey like her. Kat is not a fey, she is like a kitten, positioned and ready to pounce. I see her full well, but how long till the hunter realizes she is staring back into the eyes of herself? I already know that I am drawn to Katherine by the way we are alike and yet different. She has that same effect on Dresden, so then why is it that she does not see this?”
Maxine thought and rolled over closing her eyes and laying there on her folded arms, kicking her feet up in the air behind her. “Katherine will see, I have faith that she will. She is not ignorant like Sprit, she is not caught up in herself like Sprit, and she is not my Sprit.”
Max rolled back around with a grin across her face. “I wonder if she clapped her hands when Peter Pan said that Tinkerbelle was dying? Katherine must be too young to realize these references, but history as always duplicates itself. I am sure there is one out there somewhere if I spent enough time researching and looking it up. I wonder if Katherine realizes what this is truly about. Everyone thinks there is a black and white, but she like me can see that grey, I know she can or she wouldn’t be marrying Trent. So then… why did Miss Ruth marry Loren Bridgestone? Why then can Sprit also not see in shades, but only black or white?”
There is the sound of a twig snapping and Maxine jolted up at attention, she was ready in a stance if needed to defend her. She had thought it could be Drake, her evil twin brother. He is not evil as much as misunderstood, and very hateful, and protective to a flaw. Honestly some people claim to never see him so Maxine doesn't know if he is even real.
Then she thought of her son she gave birth to after her father raping her, his green eyes like her’s, his lips like her’s, he was like a miniature her and full of spite and hate at the world, only Miranda seems to calm him down. Sprit calms Max down, so does Malory, perhaps people wonder where Malory went? She took off on a scouting mission, Maxine had told her to do this. If something happens, the wheel in the sky has to turn, or else the world would stop spinning.
Her eyes search the bushes and shadows, perhaps Sprit ease dropping? That sounds quite logical, but who she seen step out from the shadows surprised her mostly of all. She lowered her stance seeing Blake’s brother JT walking towards her. He still had his mask on and wrestling pants, he had a black t-shirt on and it was sticking to him from how badly he was sweating. Around his neck glowed a very bright pendent. Max raised her brow curiously as he approached.
“Where did you get that?” Maxine inquired, inside she was furious, but outside she had to stay like stone and alert.
JT shook his head and looked at the bright fairy medallion around his neck. “Found it after the large fire, that Dolphus guy was snooping around and I knew this can’t be burned. Blake had this right, he wore it all the time and said he was protecting it for a special occasion.”
“Indeed it can’t be destroyed; I am very good at crafting charms. So what are you doing with it? Did you come to bring it back to its maker?” She crossed her arms and looked at him.
“Actually… yes I did. The aura around it, I can’t… it drives me mad. Please just take the damn thing, Mary Jane told me that this is what I should do is get rid of it. It is forever light and like being in the clouds to the point you can’t step down. I don’t want to become lost like my brother has; he locked inside himself because of a woman. I have to know that Zelean is not a witch, and you I figure would know. Nobody knows Blake better then you Max, only Sara and she is not around.” She watched his light bold eyes, they are young, they are angry with fear. Fear of losing himself because of his rage.
Maxine stepped forward and took the charm off JT, she placed it in her pant pocket. “You are nineteen correct? This is the age where you will go through those types of things. Everything is prancing on clouds and not a care in the world other then getting on top of that small peer group you know. Blake also went through them I know he did, I am sure Trent Brown did as well. I’m not ignorant JT, I know it is tremendously hard for a male, I would have to venture to guess more so now then ever. Well some females can take an easy road, there are others that have it hard. Maybe these women choose it, or perhaps it was forced upon them, but I know that the man always has it rougher in the closing stages. A man must always face death alone, but a woman has the choice. Don't forget that, or the fact that we must be forgiving, we're all children, and children do not know what they do, not till they learn right from wrong.”
She thinks back to her mother, she had been both the father and mother because of living off away from her abusive husband. Maxwell Young had money, he had power, he is the crime Lord with ties to Tokyo and Italy, he was rumored to be a member of the Free Masons, but hardly anyone believes that is a real organization now days, because they are stupid. Since growing up Maxine like Blake has become involved in the study of conspiracy theories, they line up so well with religious predictions lately that it is no wonder Blake has just vanished. He always was a coward, and here Maxine was, facing death, perhaps just the one thing that is between her and death. The sick laughing of the reaper is always in her head, she can't back away so she just goes forward. “JT, is the war starting? We are going to need to pack a side, because in the heat of battle there is no grey at all but only black and white. A good side and a bad side, the individual is a nothing, only the group as a whole. I’m half the tag team champions; this is the second time I’ve held this title. Do you remember holding the TV championship, how about the eXtinxtion? JT growing too large all so young is not great, but you are a prodigy, so is Adam in a way you two always seem to collide. I have to take this opportunity to fight Katherine well I can, I have to tangle it up with everyone. It’s not enough that I have beaten Evie Jones, or Zelean White, or Alayna Diamond. Angel had every right to hit me with that chair, but I’ll get her back when I feel like it.”
JT shrugged. “Before that fire Jacon Blake, a guy that my brother spoke to asked him where he was going… and he said crazy.”
Maxine tilted her head back and laughed. Blake had a funny morbid sense of humor, it was his way of telling people he was going to hell. “We’re all crazy, we drive our parents crazy, we become crazy in love. It’s all around us in daily lives, he was just making a pun.”
“Well I don’t find it very funny at all. I hate the feeling, when do things get better?” He folded his arms in a grumpy way.
“You are stubborn like your brother, embrace what is naturally given to you. If you are a jerk then be one, if you are a lunatic why fight it? Your friend Ryan is a smart fella, he knows this truth already. I am not worried over you JT, you have a good bunch around you and strong blood in your veins.” She looked down at the ground.
“Sprit’s pathetic Max, we all wish you would just kill her. It’s my fault I was to retire her, but I obviously did not do a good enough job.” He looked downhearted and at the ground like he failed his one mission in life.
Maxine waved her hand and shook her head. “No don’t worry about it; this is my job to do. First I am focusing on Katherine, Sprit will need to wait her turn or make herself heard and seen. I don’t just give attention to anyone, am above that. Katherine so happens to be one of the few to strike me with curiosity, she makes me angry the same way Sprit used to. She is not some old dusty used record; Katherine is a new face and something to get a feel for. I’m not predictable like Sprit is; all Sprit has ever wanted is to evolve, but she year after year she doesn’t. What weighs her down I wonder? You could ask her a simple question and be told the cure for death, but never get the answer you asked for. No at Lunar Madness, by the moon’s own fury I am going to take Katherine to her limit, past her limit. That’s only if she hopes to survive me, I know Katherine can evolve she is not like Sprit at all, Katherine has potential to fly. Not some self sacrificing idiot that leaps before thinking and rips off her wings then cries because she can’t fly back to heaven.”
Maxine looked over at JT as he listen to her mumble to herself he nodded. “Reap what you sow… I understand.”
Maxine smirked and turned away from him sitting back along the bank of the pond in the woodland area. “That is very smart. Never put out what you don’t want back, that is my only rule and I have always followed it. Angel attacked me, in a way I figured she would. She wants to impress Jerrick and he is impressed by me. Who isn’t impressed by me honestly though, you feel the same way I am sure.”
JT smirked and nodded from behind his mask. Then she seen his head light up with something through his eyes, he must have gotten a thought. “Uh, Max… is it true. That AJ is really the new chosen?”
Maxine hardly believed that JT was asking such a question. She smirked and shook her head in disbelief. “I did choose him to assassinate Blake, yes. I can not help it people kill, if I pushed him that's also not my fault. A is a grown boy and he made the choice to do what he did. Bout time somebody does beside me anyway. When was Sprit ever going to stand up to him? Never...”
JT looked down, AJ was now involved in affairs with Maxine that was not something he wanted to hear. He had grown up with Alex and to be on the opposite side of things was not what JT wanted. Yet he wondered what debt or oath he had taken to devote himself to a side he had always hated. JT couldn't find answers to his own questions. “I see…”
Maxine sighed; Alex was the only person besides Jamie that would be able to infiltrate Jesse’s ranks. Someday people will realize that. After Blake betraying them all and aligning with Jesse it has been hard for them to regain any type of contact with Miranda. Max paused as she thought about it, she wanted to know about how Miranda is, if she is happy, she wonders if they still remember her. Little things always turn into monstrous mountains of worry for Max. This was why she was beyond prepared for anything that could happen and most people seen this as being cold, but she chooses when to be on or off, she always had control of her emotions since she was small. So if she was being sincere she really was. She patted JT on the shoulder. “Friends are always true if they never leave your heart.”
That was all she felt like saying about it, he took her silence and looking away from him as a sign that it was so. He sighed and looked in the way she was. The moon reflected off the pond water with ripples slightly distorting it. “Ya know all of nature is distorted by something else in nature.”
Max slightly smiled and held in a chuckle by playing with her tongue on her front teeth. “Yes that is true. It all works together though for a large picture too big for any of us to fully see.”
JT looked over at her, he never noticed how reserved she actually was until know, she was just like Dorian. Always hiding unless forced to come out of hiding, she has always listen to him cry about the pains of growing up. The others in his family seemed to respect her even in all her horrible deeds of the past; they all seemed to turn for the better as time progressed. “Max, I’m sorry for ever being a dick to you. I do love you like a real sister.”
She turned away she didn’t feel like hearing anything emotional at the moment. This match and her fate in it was too important, and it had taken too much planing. “Thanks JT, I always think of you like a baby brother as well.”
He smiled and looked at the water, in a way that’s all he has ever really wanted from her. She’d always cared about Blake, about Loren, and Dorian, but nobody remembered him. Only Jamie and AJ his friends seemed to fully be involved in his life, only they had seemed to take time to understand him. He thought about how Ryan was right she was too above Raven to be stuck to him. “Max, maybe you should move on from Raven, if he was able to be helped I think he is beyond it at this point. If you are afraid of him we can help…”
“I am most defiantly not afraid of him. If I was in need of help I would ask for it.” She glared at him with fierce eyes and her voice almost hissed.
“I will break away from Raven when I feel like it till then he has been the only person fully dedicated toward my end. You know how I am JT any means necessary… Raven understands this. Don’t try to save me, I can’t be saved, I am a prison that was locked away and then they tossed the key to the wind.” She flung her hand in the air like she had tossed away something.
JT shook his head he couldn’t argue with her there wouldn’t be any winning. He stood up and brushed himself off. “Well, I know that you made that, and I figured you wanted it back.”
Maxine nodded her head. “It is an important charm I made for somebody. Thank you now I may deliver it to who deserves it.”
JT bit on his fingers like he was nervous about something. Maxine looked at him and asked what was wrong.
“I’m worried, how will they know you are one of us?” Maxine watched him growed worried. This match is dangerous that is coming up. Sprit was dealing with yet another memory loss, each year felt like it got worse and worse. She smiled and hugged JT.
“I’ll get my hair braided to match your wanna be dreadlocks.”
She played with the strands of fabric coming off the top of his masked head and chuckled before he pushed her away and told her to knock it off. Maxine chuckled a little louder and the scene fades to black.
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Scene 3: The First Fallen Angel
Brotherhood is important, as is sisterhood. Neither will exist without the other. We're all the same it's just a different name.
The scene opens this time on Maxine staring at Blake, his legal name is George Loren Bridgestone, and his wrestling persona was Blake Archer. What most didn't know about the man behind the famous name was that he had a whole other side to him. George was slow, he didn't pay attention in school and ran away before ever graduating. He is the stupidest smart person Max has ever had the pleasure of meeting, but the two of them are always on polar opposites. He had recently changed his name after winning the Hardcore title to Dorian Blake. He still loved his Blake Archer, that was something he said he shared with Sprit and never wanted to change.
At this moment Max is fuming and upset, she can't make up her mind on rather happiness is only a dream or some lie fabricated by the media. She is not emotionally distort, just her aggravation at not knowing was weighing in on her. Blake must notice as he tells her a story of a conversation he had with his newest partner Shane Trudex.
“Right so I told Shane, dude she was a tough bitch, and he said who is that bro. I looked at him Maxine, I really looked at him and I was really serious right, and I whispered and I said. The devil. Hahahah, he laughed so hard. and he said she could make him her bitch. hoHohoho. Can you believe that shit, why I stuck around for awhile, you forgive me?” Maxine heard Dorian ask her a question, he was dead. He told her so, he told her to take him it was alright. Her eyes were being held shut and she was holding her breath, she thought of the name that he tossed out. Shane? What Shane does Dorian know? Then she seen Shane smirk as though she was looking at a movie on the silver screen.
Shane’s blue eyes shined onto her and he almost seemed to jump off the screen to pat her shoulder. She was sitting beside Shane in a locker room as he put his duffle bag in his locker. “That was a good on huh, well it true. Trust me my friend, it’s all up here.”
Maxine felt a tap on her forehead, and then the screen in front of her turned a brilliant white color as she lost her breath and realized her lungs were flooding with water. She started shaking causing tempera blindness. In front of her a flashlight, she couldn’t make out who was shining her in the face so she kicked the person. “HEY!”
She recognized the voice and the flashlight shut off. She looked around the bathroom, there was water everywhere and she still felt shaky. Her back hurt as did her neck, she felt behind her head and that it was badly bumped, she glared at the person he must have tossed her across the floor. “So…What’s this all about? Mind telling me why you were wailing about like something from The Exorcist?”
“D-Doing?” She shivered as the water was all over her and her lungs filled with air some of the water still tried to choke her causing her to cough.
Shane nods tonguing the inside of his mouth like he is trying to make sense of things, reality is gripping in heavily as Maxine feel from any high holding her breath had happen to give her. Shane stood up and paced around some.
“Yeah, the strangest thing happened. I got this letter from Blake right; I haven’t heard or seen him in months. People said he is dead and I got Josie saying, he will never die. I took off, I had to Josie tried to contact me, but Blake wouldn’t disappear without telling me where he is going. Something was up and it bothered me deeply, I just focused on Ryder thinking it was nothing, I figured he would distract me, but then I got this letter saying that something was going to happen to you. It said the date it would happen. Today and I was to come here and stop you from drowning. Now I don’t care if you live or die, whatever, I know Blake doesn’t care much for you. So I thought… Why you? Why not Ruth or Josie, he didn’t even say anything about Riot burning him alive, just that I was to rescue you. I admit I was curious, this had to be a hoax, so here I am and there you were looking like you had somebody holding you down, I yank you out and I toss you over there, lucky I got here in time.”
Maxine chuckled as she pushed herself up to stand. “I don’t believe in luck.”
“Really? So do you mind telling me what is going on Max?” Shane’s glare caught her and she started to laugh and shook her head as her wet hair all fell in her face, but was braded and more like vines then a curtain of hair to blind her.
“I don’t know, I don’t know anything anymore. He thinks he is going to stop me from disappearing, but it’s too far gone Shane. Just let it go. The Hell in a Cell is a life shortening match, not just career threatening. Kat is not afraid, I can sense that about her, well nothing that is not natural. I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take the constant voices, the questions, and more questions and I never…Never get a god damn answer. We all are afraid or else we’d be dead. Sometimes I feel even those that are dead fear the living so is there even such a thing a truly being at peace? I found it; I found peace it is not being at all. Blake is an odd being Mister Trudex. Right now he is locked away at the digression of his Key Master. That person is the master of his life; it has been something trained to him since he was very young. If I explain it to you properly it is the same as training a spirit to return to its proper tomb, a very old tradition that we follow. You give your Key of life you your soul mate and they are the ones that keep the spirit company after one passes. Blake had given it to Sprit and the last person’s hand I recall it passing to was Mary Jane, so why then does Mister Clark hold it?”
Shane paused as he took it in; if she was telling the truth then he knew Blake was not acting of free will at this time. Or if he is it is due to a technicality of his delusional game he likes to play, or attachment to that key or something. “So what were you doing holding your breath underwater?”
He looked at the ice water in the tub and then at Maxine. “No, I am preparing myself for the cold. It’s all around us and besides I have to keep a solid mind. Inside of it nothing can get in or out without my allowing it. Just because I am different does not make me crazy Mister Trudex. A scholar among fools is no different than a fool among scholars. It is merely a matter of perception that was something Blake taught Josie, or so he claimed he was going to.”
“How do you know what he taught Josie or didn’t teach Josie?” Shane asked as he curiously raised his brow.
“How do you know up from down, I don’t question things they just are what they are. Why did you come here and yank me out of the tub?” She returned the question to him.
Shane chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, I didn’t understand how a dead man wrote me a letter.”
She chuckled, thinking she had thought that before but not able to remember why. “You thought I was trying to drown myself? I am flattered you think I have enough gull to do myself in with such a taxing method, but I am sorry to inform you that you thought wrong Mister Trudex. How about you and Blake both stay out of my affairs and everything will be just fine.”
She jerked her arm away from Shane and started to walk out of the bathroom to the main part of this run down (crack house) Maxine liked staying here people avoided it, well normal people. Crack heads hardly bothered her they were just after their next fix slaves to their own misery of addiction. Shane looked around the building was mostly empty, but one guy in the corner shaking as he was coming off a heavy withdraw.
“You know Shane, is that what I should call you?” Maxine stopped and turned around.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” He quickly answered.
“Well you know then Shane this is where I found Blake as a young boy. He was so pitiful to look at, I felt I had to save him, but I fear I might have created him to be a monster. His power it requires such responsibility. I felt sad that he had to bestow such a curse of life. In there can be the boy I once loved and cherished, the boy that was sweet and innocent, but Ruth had him locked away. He grew cold and distant, he became Dorian. The boy named Loren died, the man named George he became a legend. Now what is left is that demon you see named Dorian Blake. What would you dare do if you are a true friend? Are you the type of person that would have let Old Yeller die from rabies, or would you have done as the boy did and shoot him? I drove Riot past his limits into the attack on Blake, it has bought time, but I am out of time. My time is all down to my match coming up. After that it will be in another’s hands.” She watched Shane for a moment and slightly smiled.
“Do you fancy yourself the messiah of the King of Kings? The Star of all stars, if the Sun was blackened out Shane what would you do? I’m not going to stop just because it all burns out someday. It might be another ice age, but I will live through it if in my power to do so. That’s why I am going into this Hell in a cell, and I am fighting Katherine Brock with the last of my breath. I don’t have to stay tied into a watchful eye over Blake anymore. Neither do you, unless you so decide.” She had said all she wanted as she turned away and Shane was tapped on the shoulder by one of the crack heads in the building.
Crack Head: “Mister Do you have some spare bills for a poor soul?”
The guy held out his hand and Shane looked at it still stuck on thinking about the things Maxine was speaking about. “Sure do fella one second bud.”
He reached in his pocket and handed the man a bill for his dry cleaning. The bum guy gave Shane a dirty look and Shane seemed perplexed. “What, you said spare bills, now that needs picked up and if you do a good enough job I just might give you a tip.”
He smirked and patted the crack head on the back and then thought twice about it taking out some hand sanitizer from his pocket and rubbing it on himself as he two walked out of the house like Maxine had. The scene fades and ends.
Prelude 12/21 & Miss Murder by AFI
We all see in reverse over here, to live, one is evil. To have once lived, that only falls under one person's power. Can you see like a mirror? Can you see as I once lived?
I was born dead, I was alive in a dead world. I don't belong here I never have belonged here. I chose Raven because I knew he claimed my name, he honored thy name.
A powerful being does not boost and shout to draw attention to one's self, not unless they are begging for trouble. It is forbidden to disturb the natural balance, it is taboo for one to fiddle with time itself. Living is my punishment, my punishment for refusing to be alive, how can people walk around and be so ungrateful? How can people walk around thinking they are the best thing gifted onto the world? Khnum would be ashamed, I am ashamed at how only lies can be accepted as truth anymore.
Why was I born without Ka inside me, I was just as empty as the tomb I visit on a yearly basis. I feel my brothers, sisters. They all reborn and reborn, you think we rest yet in history we never really rested. Heh. Gods among men, yet we're treated like common filthy slaves.
Katherine Brock is like me, she breaths like I breaths, she feels like I feel. I can stand up to this trial, I am able to uphold Maat, the rightful order of all. There will not be chaos, because that is my gift, my sacrifice. Now that I have shown Katherine what a mind in chaos sees, what it looks like, has she really learned anything at all?
This Lunar Madness she will have to, I won't stop till I am at the rising of the light. I have to feel it burn me, consume me, melt me. I have to burst into the air and crumble into dust. That's how I travel the wind, well there you have it Sprit, you always wanted my secret, there it is.
Scene 1: Secret life of a runaway Ka
If you slipped away from your master, but left behind a piece of yourself would you go back and risk imprisonment again?
The scene opens up with a thick black boot sliding across the concrete floor. Blood is dripping down like rain droplets, her purple sleeves were stained with the sticky dark blood of her neck which was bleeding rapidly, her mind raced.
(Thinking)
Oh my god, she bit me. Haha! What a little bitch, oh well she still has to do more then this to win me back over. I will never let myself love her. She wants me to and she is never getting what she wants till I do. She needs to realize this all started with one insult, just one rude remark and so began a 15 year grudge. It will end with her imprisonment, and she is going to lock herself away. There is no arguing. I wrote it to be so.
Max stumbled into a room and grabbed a first aid kit, she placed it over the side of her neck, this was a bad puncture.
(Thinking)
I imagined her biting me, she shot me. Now I shot me, yeah I shot me she had nothing to do with it.
"Fuck!" Max stood up and walked over to a mirror. Indeed she was gushing out blood from a vain in the side of her neck. She looked around and grabbed a long pipe. She rushed over to the fire and stuck the pipe in the flames. She still held the pressure on her neck till she watched the metal glow hot, then she returned to the mirror and placed the cloth in the mouth before she held back her hair and and the hot iron against her neck.
The inside of her body screamed, but she bit down on the cloth.
"Max!" Maxine heard her sister's voice and ripped away the iron and looked at the now cloting wound. She looked in the mirror and at the blood on her, she looked a mess, but it secretly makes her want to grin like she is a fashion model.
"Max what..." Miranda walked closer to her sister and was attempting to check on her wound.
Maxine jerked away from Miranda. "I been shot, I just have to stop the bleeding it will be alright. I can take care of myself, I am older then you."
"Well let me help you, I went to school for it... here..."
"NO!" Max looked at Miranda and then shook her head.
"No, just let me be. If I survive, well then I survive, if not I guess Miss Brock gets off a little easier then she would have liked, come Lunar Madness." Maxine chuckled.
Miranda pressed her lips together with a slight frown. Maxine had been reckless a lot lately, laughing and crying. Her ups and downs were like a roller coaster, yet it was all focused on the hell in a cell coming up. Miranda felt worried that Blake acted this way before Riot burned down the arena. She begged Scythe to reason with her and he refused to speak to her still. "Don't say that, that is a horrible thing to say. Some of us still care about you!"
Maxine chuckled only slightly and looked at the gun shot wound. She loved her sister, and she cares about her offspring. Her sister was half of her, and her children were links to the future. These were all things that made Maxine completely ok with dying at any second, only one thing actually weighed on her mind that it nearly split into madness. Max caught Miranda's angry trying not to break into tears face. She sighed and slightly smirked. "Hey Miranda, remember how I was joking and said maybe it was time we added a fourth to invoke the spirit?"
Miranda looked at Maxine with a slightly open mouth as she was thinking. She thought about the elements, Maxine always thought that if you lined up the right elements of people in a tight nit group that it would bring about great power to be shared equally. Miranda looked at Max. "Vaguely, why?"
"I am just saying, I used to summon her a lot, mmm like being sucked off by an angel. I would give up my mortality you know, let my powers pass. The problem is I do not believe her heart to be light, I believe it to be much heavier then a feather of maat. I don't want her to sink. I've felt it, Katherine is different thought, and I feel that this is a sacrifice I have to make. Her heart is young and free, it is innocent to a point of slightly being gullible. ... Ruth used to be this to me." Max paused and looked over at Miranda then slightly smiled.
"I had a stuffed doll I slept with every night. I know she was there with me. Adam...Adam tried to steal my fucking Sprit." Max forgot her surroundings and leaned on the hot metal having a delayed reaction then hissing from the pain and holding her burned hand.
Miranda looked worried as she stood up and looked at Max, she hugged her tightly much to Maxine's confusion. She sighed and allowed it to happen though and patted her on the back.
"I'm not Persephone honey, it will be alright." Maxine tried to offer some type of comfort even though she had no idea why Miranda was acting this way. She feels she is older then Miranda and has to protect her from the cruelty of the world. Her mind would snap just like Maxine's once had.
Miranda backed off Max a little and looked at her. Max felt like lighting the mood a little. "Trust me it will be alright. We're in the tribe of justice. I committed acts of treason for a reason. I prey you shall never have to commit these crime, nor for any other to have to as well. I've kept my mouth shut long enough. ... I'm sick of it, their not free I am free. I am the only person alive, I love you, but even you are dead. I found out how, and I'm going to keep going till it's finally over."
Maxine paused and took a deep breath. "Jerrick, he wanted screams he wanted a little slave. I taught him, he knew I know. I know a lot, what did give me a chuckle is that his voodoo is personal. It only works if Trent Brown believes in it, whatever he did, Trent must have believed a little. Maybe not in Jerrick or his powers, but he believes in something. Raven needed a follower, so I stopped leading, it not like Sprit really ever follows me anyway. I stopped along the road and I looked at this poor soul of a boy. Sprit needed her wings clipped, so snip, I did. What is that, one, two, ... Three, yep. I only need one more."
Miranda slightly giggled, thought she still had retreating tears, now attempting to dry themselves away. Her grey colored eyes seemed to sparkle like stars as she slightly smiled at Max. "You act like you are playing UNO or Chess."
Maxine smirked. "Maybe I am, that was on my bucket list, to be the god of chess. I watched tapes on Bobby Fisher, a young chess prodigy, and probably the best there ever was, is now or will ever be. I wanted to be that type of person, but not just at chess. At combat, at intelligence, surveillance, the best at economics, best at science, and at logic. I would preform better then anything could ever preform, the god of all gods, the being of all beings. Nothing was ever going to top me."
"You felt all of that at eleven years old?" Miranda asked.
Max had tears in her eyes and that leaked down her face. Those were years she was just dead, what had killed her. She hadn't ever liked to talk about, better to just forget it. Yet her mind kept thinking of more elaborate ways to achieve this dream of Ultimate Supremacy. Max chuckled a little. "Well we could blame the 'force' if I learn to master all life, and all force. I would have to be the ultimate. Everyone would desire to be me look up to me. What I am how I act, that would be the standard to live up to. That is what I always thought growing up, I had a running joke with myself that I was the Anti-Christ... but then I met Raven. I never cried so purely, he had blinded himself out of anger and spite just like I had. I might not desire the entire world anymore, but I do desire her world. I'll rule it or she'll burn at my side. It has to be done Miranda."
Miranda shook her head and brushed back her hair out of her face. Her sister had been slipping deeper into dementia then normal, she would have fits of hysterical laughing like she had when she had nightmares as a child. Miranda could see that everyday wore a little more on her. She leaned over and hugged Max again. "I know, you go out there and do what you feel you have to do."
After that she let go of her sister and walked off, she did not want Max to see her upset, she felt ashamed to be so upset when this was just the way things were.
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Scene 2: Girl Long Forgotten
When you wear a mask, sometimes the mask wears you.
The scene opens on a smooth coco skinned youth, her name is Isabella Hunter she watched her little girl play with the flowers; she was knitting a quit together to take to town and sell at the pawn shop. She hummed to herself; she had made the right choice she had to have made the right choice she thought as she hummed. She had to leave Mason Young, she had to do it, but now they were more like Gypsies then what already ran though their blood. How long till the crime lord tracked them down, Isabella tried to shove the thoughts out of her head as her little daughter ran up to her bringing her a crown of flowers.
“Here mama.” The young girl with porcelain skin and bright green eyes only elaborated by her poker straight black hair framing her face handed the flower crown to Isabella.
Isabella smiled and placed the crown on her head, her skin showed how she worked in the sun, how it tanned her once ivory complexion that once matched this girl. “Thank you Amanda. Do you know what your name means?”
Amanda rolled her eyes then caught her mother’s glare. “Yes, fit to be loved. I know mama.”
Isabella smiled at her child and looked up at the stars. “The stars talk to us baby, they guide us to the very heavens we will someday rest at. You know your sign is a Cancer, that word can scare people, but it is a strong sign.”
Maxine twirled the flower in her hand and sighed as she looked up at the stars. “I was a cancer, now there is a 13th in the East. It forced me to look back at the Gemini, and I realized my brother is in dire need. Well I branch off and away, he is always the natural animal he is, I am ruled by the moon, he howls at the moon. Though I guess I would be meaning Sara, but deep down if she is a woman it amazes me.”
She rolled back and smiled. “Jesus is coming from the West, so it is prophesied, that’s the way I travel to see Ruth, because I am odd like that I rather fly past Japan then the other way. If we want to get scientific, someday the sun will rise from the west, what will people do when there is no Jesus? The Poles are bound to reverse, it’s just a matter of time, and take it as whatever you want to make you feel better about yourself, I’m Egyptian and I follow the old ways because in all honestly the new ones are the same just more words then actions. I miss my mother, but time passes as do the people, yet I am the only one that stays around. People call me a fool for doing so, for not moving on, but I just can’t find it in my heart to do so.”
She tossed the flower into the water that was reflecting the big bright full moon. She was happy to be out in the moonlight, to embrace its smile and soft glow onto her skin. The damp grass under her also felt like home to her, it never mattered the location, the outdoors and nature made her feel calm and centered. “You know I could be frightened of this Hell in a Cell, do you think Katherine will kill me. I’d pray if there was a god worth praying to anymore for her to deliver me from this fate. She’d never deliver the final shot, in a time of suffering it is upon our responsibility to smite out the weak. Yet if you take a person off life support it can be considered murder. I been life support for a very long time, going on thirty years, Katherine has always had that warm loving environment, me I had it stripped away from me. In the dead of the night a group of men ambushed my mother, and my little sister. They hung my mother up on a cross and burned her alive while I held Miranda close to hide her eyes from the sight. She never once cried, though her struggling to fight off the pain was evident in her face. People of this earth do not know such courage or strength, each passing year parents get more protective, and they feed more lies to their children. More and more little ones are discovering truths before their time and not able to handle it. Yet everyone takes an easy out, I want no easy out, I want it to hurt just as much going out of this world as it did going into it. Most people don’t remember how painful it is to be born, I can remember such things, it’s a curse to have such a memory, and at times a blessing. Sprit calls me lucky, I don’t believe in luck, you make your own or it happens for a reason.”
Max looked around, when she was twenty- four she changed her name legally to Maxine Hunter. That small girl that was raped by her father that had been passed around to his friends like a new toy, the little girl that had a child due to being rapped, it all seemed to disappear when she changed her name and forgot all about Amanda Young. “I didn’t mean to kill her; I didn’t mean to put you through this at all. I look at Miranda and I wonder what I am still even around for. You keep me here like a fly stuck on sticky paper, out blood is what writes the tales of time on the scroll of space.”
Maxine leaned back and folded her arms around the back of her head. “Kat’s been a fun new toy to think about. Poor Sprit, last year’s model… I wonder how it feels to be expired. To not be wanted anymore free of all envious eyes. I know I am facing a pivotal point in a career that should be over. Yet I keep seeing the same little girl inside Katherine, I have to let her free, I have to free her. Nobody understands this; I bet it deep down makes Sprit burn. Not to be my favorite victim anymore, what a horrible crime for a little fey like her. Kat is not a fey, she is like a kitten, positioned and ready to pounce. I see her full well, but how long till the hunter realizes she is staring back into the eyes of herself? I already know that I am drawn to Katherine by the way we are alike and yet different. She has that same effect on Dresden, so then why is it that she does not see this?”
Maxine thought and rolled over closing her eyes and laying there on her folded arms, kicking her feet up in the air behind her. “Katherine will see, I have faith that she will. She is not ignorant like Sprit, she is not caught up in herself like Sprit, and she is not my Sprit.”
Max rolled back around with a grin across her face. “I wonder if she clapped her hands when Peter Pan said that Tinkerbelle was dying? Katherine must be too young to realize these references, but history as always duplicates itself. I am sure there is one out there somewhere if I spent enough time researching and looking it up. I wonder if Katherine realizes what this is truly about. Everyone thinks there is a black and white, but she like me can see that grey, I know she can or she wouldn’t be marrying Trent. So then… why did Miss Ruth marry Loren Bridgestone? Why then can Sprit also not see in shades, but only black or white?”
There is the sound of a twig snapping and Maxine jolted up at attention, she was ready in a stance if needed to defend her. She had thought it could be Drake, her evil twin brother. He is not evil as much as misunderstood, and very hateful, and protective to a flaw. Honestly some people claim to never see him so Maxine doesn't know if he is even real.
Then she thought of her son she gave birth to after her father raping her, his green eyes like her’s, his lips like her’s, he was like a miniature her and full of spite and hate at the world, only Miranda seems to calm him down. Sprit calms Max down, so does Malory, perhaps people wonder where Malory went? She took off on a scouting mission, Maxine had told her to do this. If something happens, the wheel in the sky has to turn, or else the world would stop spinning.
Her eyes search the bushes and shadows, perhaps Sprit ease dropping? That sounds quite logical, but who she seen step out from the shadows surprised her mostly of all. She lowered her stance seeing Blake’s brother JT walking towards her. He still had his mask on and wrestling pants, he had a black t-shirt on and it was sticking to him from how badly he was sweating. Around his neck glowed a very bright pendent. Max raised her brow curiously as he approached.
“Where did you get that?” Maxine inquired, inside she was furious, but outside she had to stay like stone and alert.
JT shook his head and looked at the bright fairy medallion around his neck. “Found it after the large fire, that Dolphus guy was snooping around and I knew this can’t be burned. Blake had this right, he wore it all the time and said he was protecting it for a special occasion.”
“Indeed it can’t be destroyed; I am very good at crafting charms. So what are you doing with it? Did you come to bring it back to its maker?” She crossed her arms and looked at him.
“Actually… yes I did. The aura around it, I can’t… it drives me mad. Please just take the damn thing, Mary Jane told me that this is what I should do is get rid of it. It is forever light and like being in the clouds to the point you can’t step down. I don’t want to become lost like my brother has; he locked inside himself because of a woman. I have to know that Zelean is not a witch, and you I figure would know. Nobody knows Blake better then you Max, only Sara and she is not around.” She watched his light bold eyes, they are young, they are angry with fear. Fear of losing himself because of his rage.
Maxine stepped forward and took the charm off JT, she placed it in her pant pocket. “You are nineteen correct? This is the age where you will go through those types of things. Everything is prancing on clouds and not a care in the world other then getting on top of that small peer group you know. Blake also went through them I know he did, I am sure Trent Brown did as well. I’m not ignorant JT, I know it is tremendously hard for a male, I would have to venture to guess more so now then ever. Well some females can take an easy road, there are others that have it hard. Maybe these women choose it, or perhaps it was forced upon them, but I know that the man always has it rougher in the closing stages. A man must always face death alone, but a woman has the choice. Don't forget that, or the fact that we must be forgiving, we're all children, and children do not know what they do, not till they learn right from wrong.”
She thinks back to her mother, she had been both the father and mother because of living off away from her abusive husband. Maxwell Young had money, he had power, he is the crime Lord with ties to Tokyo and Italy, he was rumored to be a member of the Free Masons, but hardly anyone believes that is a real organization now days, because they are stupid. Since growing up Maxine like Blake has become involved in the study of conspiracy theories, they line up so well with religious predictions lately that it is no wonder Blake has just vanished. He always was a coward, and here Maxine was, facing death, perhaps just the one thing that is between her and death. The sick laughing of the reaper is always in her head, she can't back away so she just goes forward. “JT, is the war starting? We are going to need to pack a side, because in the heat of battle there is no grey at all but only black and white. A good side and a bad side, the individual is a nothing, only the group as a whole. I’m half the tag team champions; this is the second time I’ve held this title. Do you remember holding the TV championship, how about the eXtinxtion? JT growing too large all so young is not great, but you are a prodigy, so is Adam in a way you two always seem to collide. I have to take this opportunity to fight Katherine well I can, I have to tangle it up with everyone. It’s not enough that I have beaten Evie Jones, or Zelean White, or Alayna Diamond. Angel had every right to hit me with that chair, but I’ll get her back when I feel like it.”
JT shrugged. “Before that fire Jacon Blake, a guy that my brother spoke to asked him where he was going… and he said crazy.”
Maxine tilted her head back and laughed. Blake had a funny morbid sense of humor, it was his way of telling people he was going to hell. “We’re all crazy, we drive our parents crazy, we become crazy in love. It’s all around us in daily lives, he was just making a pun.”
“Well I don’t find it very funny at all. I hate the feeling, when do things get better?” He folded his arms in a grumpy way.
“You are stubborn like your brother, embrace what is naturally given to you. If you are a jerk then be one, if you are a lunatic why fight it? Your friend Ryan is a smart fella, he knows this truth already. I am not worried over you JT, you have a good bunch around you and strong blood in your veins.” She looked down at the ground.
“Sprit’s pathetic Max, we all wish you would just kill her. It’s my fault I was to retire her, but I obviously did not do a good enough job.” He looked downhearted and at the ground like he failed his one mission in life.
Maxine waved her hand and shook her head. “No don’t worry about it; this is my job to do. First I am focusing on Katherine, Sprit will need to wait her turn or make herself heard and seen. I don’t just give attention to anyone, am above that. Katherine so happens to be one of the few to strike me with curiosity, she makes me angry the same way Sprit used to. She is not some old dusty used record; Katherine is a new face and something to get a feel for. I’m not predictable like Sprit is; all Sprit has ever wanted is to evolve, but she year after year she doesn’t. What weighs her down I wonder? You could ask her a simple question and be told the cure for death, but never get the answer you asked for. No at Lunar Madness, by the moon’s own fury I am going to take Katherine to her limit, past her limit. That’s only if she hopes to survive me, I know Katherine can evolve she is not like Sprit at all, Katherine has potential to fly. Not some self sacrificing idiot that leaps before thinking and rips off her wings then cries because she can’t fly back to heaven.”
Maxine looked over at JT as he listen to her mumble to herself he nodded. “Reap what you sow… I understand.”
Maxine smirked and turned away from him sitting back along the bank of the pond in the woodland area. “That is very smart. Never put out what you don’t want back, that is my only rule and I have always followed it. Angel attacked me, in a way I figured she would. She wants to impress Jerrick and he is impressed by me. Who isn’t impressed by me honestly though, you feel the same way I am sure.”
JT smirked and nodded from behind his mask. Then she seen his head light up with something through his eyes, he must have gotten a thought. “Uh, Max… is it true. That AJ is really the new chosen?”
Maxine hardly believed that JT was asking such a question. She smirked and shook her head in disbelief. “I did choose him to assassinate Blake, yes. I can not help it people kill, if I pushed him that's also not my fault. A is a grown boy and he made the choice to do what he did. Bout time somebody does beside me anyway. When was Sprit ever going to stand up to him? Never...”
JT looked down, AJ was now involved in affairs with Maxine that was not something he wanted to hear. He had grown up with Alex and to be on the opposite side of things was not what JT wanted. Yet he wondered what debt or oath he had taken to devote himself to a side he had always hated. JT couldn't find answers to his own questions. “I see…”
Maxine sighed; Alex was the only person besides Jamie that would be able to infiltrate Jesse’s ranks. Someday people will realize that. After Blake betraying them all and aligning with Jesse it has been hard for them to regain any type of contact with Miranda. Max paused as she thought about it, she wanted to know about how Miranda is, if she is happy, she wonders if they still remember her. Little things always turn into monstrous mountains of worry for Max. This was why she was beyond prepared for anything that could happen and most people seen this as being cold, but she chooses when to be on or off, she always had control of her emotions since she was small. So if she was being sincere she really was. She patted JT on the shoulder. “Friends are always true if they never leave your heart.”
That was all she felt like saying about it, he took her silence and looking away from him as a sign that it was so. He sighed and looked in the way she was. The moon reflected off the pond water with ripples slightly distorting it. “Ya know all of nature is distorted by something else in nature.”
Max slightly smiled and held in a chuckle by playing with her tongue on her front teeth. “Yes that is true. It all works together though for a large picture too big for any of us to fully see.”
JT looked over at her, he never noticed how reserved she actually was until know, she was just like Dorian. Always hiding unless forced to come out of hiding, she has always listen to him cry about the pains of growing up. The others in his family seemed to respect her even in all her horrible deeds of the past; they all seemed to turn for the better as time progressed. “Max, I’m sorry for ever being a dick to you. I do love you like a real sister.”
She turned away she didn’t feel like hearing anything emotional at the moment. This match and her fate in it was too important, and it had taken too much planing. “Thanks JT, I always think of you like a baby brother as well.”
He smiled and looked at the water, in a way that’s all he has ever really wanted from her. She’d always cared about Blake, about Loren, and Dorian, but nobody remembered him. Only Jamie and AJ his friends seemed to fully be involved in his life, only they had seemed to take time to understand him. He thought about how Ryan was right she was too above Raven to be stuck to him. “Max, maybe you should move on from Raven, if he was able to be helped I think he is beyond it at this point. If you are afraid of him we can help…”
“I am most defiantly not afraid of him. If I was in need of help I would ask for it.” She glared at him with fierce eyes and her voice almost hissed.
“I will break away from Raven when I feel like it till then he has been the only person fully dedicated toward my end. You know how I am JT any means necessary… Raven understands this. Don’t try to save me, I can’t be saved, I am a prison that was locked away and then they tossed the key to the wind.” She flung her hand in the air like she had tossed away something.
JT shook his head he couldn’t argue with her there wouldn’t be any winning. He stood up and brushed himself off. “Well, I know that you made that, and I figured you wanted it back.”
Maxine nodded her head. “It is an important charm I made for somebody. Thank you now I may deliver it to who deserves it.”
JT bit on his fingers like he was nervous about something. Maxine looked at him and asked what was wrong.
“I’m worried, how will they know you are one of us?” Maxine watched him growed worried. This match is dangerous that is coming up. Sprit was dealing with yet another memory loss, each year felt like it got worse and worse. She smiled and hugged JT.
“I’ll get my hair braided to match your wanna be dreadlocks.”
She played with the strands of fabric coming off the top of his masked head and chuckled before he pushed her away and told her to knock it off. Maxine chuckled a little louder and the scene fades to black.
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Scene 3: The First Fallen Angel
Brotherhood is important, as is sisterhood. Neither will exist without the other. We're all the same it's just a different name.
The scene opens this time on Maxine staring at Blake, his legal name is George Loren Bridgestone, and his wrestling persona was Blake Archer. What most didn't know about the man behind the famous name was that he had a whole other side to him. George was slow, he didn't pay attention in school and ran away before ever graduating. He is the stupidest smart person Max has ever had the pleasure of meeting, but the two of them are always on polar opposites. He had recently changed his name after winning the Hardcore title to Dorian Blake. He still loved his Blake Archer, that was something he said he shared with Sprit and never wanted to change.
At this moment Max is fuming and upset, she can't make up her mind on rather happiness is only a dream or some lie fabricated by the media. She is not emotionally distort, just her aggravation at not knowing was weighing in on her. Blake must notice as he tells her a story of a conversation he had with his newest partner Shane Trudex.
“Right so I told Shane, dude she was a tough bitch, and he said who is that bro. I looked at him Maxine, I really looked at him and I was really serious right, and I whispered and I said. The devil. Hahahah, he laughed so hard. and he said she could make him her bitch. hoHohoho. Can you believe that shit, why I stuck around for awhile, you forgive me?” Maxine heard Dorian ask her a question, he was dead. He told her so, he told her to take him it was alright. Her eyes were being held shut and she was holding her breath, she thought of the name that he tossed out. Shane? What Shane does Dorian know? Then she seen Shane smirk as though she was looking at a movie on the silver screen.
Shane’s blue eyes shined onto her and he almost seemed to jump off the screen to pat her shoulder. She was sitting beside Shane in a locker room as he put his duffle bag in his locker. “That was a good on huh, well it true. Trust me my friend, it’s all up here.”
Maxine felt a tap on her forehead, and then the screen in front of her turned a brilliant white color as she lost her breath and realized her lungs were flooding with water. She started shaking causing tempera blindness. In front of her a flashlight, she couldn’t make out who was shining her in the face so she kicked the person. “HEY!”
She recognized the voice and the flashlight shut off. She looked around the bathroom, there was water everywhere and she still felt shaky. Her back hurt as did her neck, she felt behind her head and that it was badly bumped, she glared at the person he must have tossed her across the floor. “So…What’s this all about? Mind telling me why you were wailing about like something from The Exorcist?”
“D-Doing?” She shivered as the water was all over her and her lungs filled with air some of the water still tried to choke her causing her to cough.
Shane nods tonguing the inside of his mouth like he is trying to make sense of things, reality is gripping in heavily as Maxine feel from any high holding her breath had happen to give her. Shane stood up and paced around some.
“Yeah, the strangest thing happened. I got this letter from Blake right; I haven’t heard or seen him in months. People said he is dead and I got Josie saying, he will never die. I took off, I had to Josie tried to contact me, but Blake wouldn’t disappear without telling me where he is going. Something was up and it bothered me deeply, I just focused on Ryder thinking it was nothing, I figured he would distract me, but then I got this letter saying that something was going to happen to you. It said the date it would happen. Today and I was to come here and stop you from drowning. Now I don’t care if you live or die, whatever, I know Blake doesn’t care much for you. So I thought… Why you? Why not Ruth or Josie, he didn’t even say anything about Riot burning him alive, just that I was to rescue you. I admit I was curious, this had to be a hoax, so here I am and there you were looking like you had somebody holding you down, I yank you out and I toss you over there, lucky I got here in time.”
Maxine chuckled as she pushed herself up to stand. “I don’t believe in luck.”
“Really? So do you mind telling me what is going on Max?” Shane’s glare caught her and she started to laugh and shook her head as her wet hair all fell in her face, but was braded and more like vines then a curtain of hair to blind her.
“I don’t know, I don’t know anything anymore. He thinks he is going to stop me from disappearing, but it’s too far gone Shane. Just let it go. The Hell in a Cell is a life shortening match, not just career threatening. Kat is not afraid, I can sense that about her, well nothing that is not natural. I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take the constant voices, the questions, and more questions and I never…Never get a god damn answer. We all are afraid or else we’d be dead. Sometimes I feel even those that are dead fear the living so is there even such a thing a truly being at peace? I found it; I found peace it is not being at all. Blake is an odd being Mister Trudex. Right now he is locked away at the digression of his Key Master. That person is the master of his life; it has been something trained to him since he was very young. If I explain it to you properly it is the same as training a spirit to return to its proper tomb, a very old tradition that we follow. You give your Key of life you your soul mate and they are the ones that keep the spirit company after one passes. Blake had given it to Sprit and the last person’s hand I recall it passing to was Mary Jane, so why then does Mister Clark hold it?”
Shane paused as he took it in; if she was telling the truth then he knew Blake was not acting of free will at this time. Or if he is it is due to a technicality of his delusional game he likes to play, or attachment to that key or something. “So what were you doing holding your breath underwater?”
He looked at the ice water in the tub and then at Maxine. “No, I am preparing myself for the cold. It’s all around us and besides I have to keep a solid mind. Inside of it nothing can get in or out without my allowing it. Just because I am different does not make me crazy Mister Trudex. A scholar among fools is no different than a fool among scholars. It is merely a matter of perception that was something Blake taught Josie, or so he claimed he was going to.”
“How do you know what he taught Josie or didn’t teach Josie?” Shane asked as he curiously raised his brow.
“How do you know up from down, I don’t question things they just are what they are. Why did you come here and yank me out of the tub?” She returned the question to him.
Shane chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, I didn’t understand how a dead man wrote me a letter.”
She chuckled, thinking she had thought that before but not able to remember why. “You thought I was trying to drown myself? I am flattered you think I have enough gull to do myself in with such a taxing method, but I am sorry to inform you that you thought wrong Mister Trudex. How about you and Blake both stay out of my affairs and everything will be just fine.”
She jerked her arm away from Shane and started to walk out of the bathroom to the main part of this run down (crack house) Maxine liked staying here people avoided it, well normal people. Crack heads hardly bothered her they were just after their next fix slaves to their own misery of addiction. Shane looked around the building was mostly empty, but one guy in the corner shaking as he was coming off a heavy withdraw.
“You know Shane, is that what I should call you?” Maxine stopped and turned around.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” He quickly answered.
“Well you know then Shane this is where I found Blake as a young boy. He was so pitiful to look at, I felt I had to save him, but I fear I might have created him to be a monster. His power it requires such responsibility. I felt sad that he had to bestow such a curse of life. In there can be the boy I once loved and cherished, the boy that was sweet and innocent, but Ruth had him locked away. He grew cold and distant, he became Dorian. The boy named Loren died, the man named George he became a legend. Now what is left is that demon you see named Dorian Blake. What would you dare do if you are a true friend? Are you the type of person that would have let Old Yeller die from rabies, or would you have done as the boy did and shoot him? I drove Riot past his limits into the attack on Blake, it has bought time, but I am out of time. My time is all down to my match coming up. After that it will be in another’s hands.” She watched Shane for a moment and slightly smiled.
“Do you fancy yourself the messiah of the King of Kings? The Star of all stars, if the Sun was blackened out Shane what would you do? I’m not going to stop just because it all burns out someday. It might be another ice age, but I will live through it if in my power to do so. That’s why I am going into this Hell in a cell, and I am fighting Katherine Brock with the last of my breath. I don’t have to stay tied into a watchful eye over Blake anymore. Neither do you, unless you so decide.” She had said all she wanted as she turned away and Shane was tapped on the shoulder by one of the crack heads in the building.
Crack Head: “Mister Do you have some spare bills for a poor soul?”
The guy held out his hand and Shane looked at it still stuck on thinking about the things Maxine was speaking about. “Sure do fella one second bud.”
He reached in his pocket and handed the man a bill for his dry cleaning. The bum guy gave Shane a dirty look and Shane seemed perplexed. “What, you said spare bills, now that needs picked up and if you do a good enough job I just might give you a tip.”
He smirked and patted the crack head on the back and then thought twice about it taking out some hand sanitizer from his pocket and rubbing it on himself as he two walked out of the house like Maxine had. The scene fades and ends.
