Post by Logan on Aug 25, 2012 22:54:22 GMT -5
[li]From The Hips
Summary: After the Serpent revealed herself to be a real person under the alias of Noob Cha-Cha and not an actual figment of Logan’s imagination, it is now known that Logan had been receiving a steady dosage of an experimental drug known as Pall Red that is meant to brainwash it’s user. Similar to the identity loss before, Logan is now operating under the assumption that he is Sarah Twilight. And so his journey begins at a gay strip club to find Donald Deruty.[/i][/li][/ul]
SAY ABRACADABRA NOW
”Red lights and green lights looked like the glowing eye sockets of giant floating demon heads, and I drove my car right through the mouth of them.” – Say Abracadabra Now
[/color]”Red lights and green lights looked like the glowing eye sockets of giant floating demon heads, and I drove my car right through the mouth of them.” – Say Abracadabra Now
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The last thing I remember was staring at a mirror and wondering why a red wig hung over my head. That memory soon became left behind following my morning dosage of Red Pall. Whatever it was; was addicting. It now came in chewable tablets too. My favorite being the strawberry flavor. I didn’t know where Noob Cha-Cha got this stuff from and I hadn’t bothered to ask. Did not care. I felt helpless for it. You may be thinking, Sarah, something is obviously afloat here. You could be damaging your health. Perhaps long term, but for the meantime I felt better than ever. The current self had little concern for the future self. I probably wouldn’t have lived past forty anyway. Though I’m sure if and when I do, I’ll feel regret to chewing that mystery tablet every day.
Noob Cha-Cha had been resting on the couch most of the day, coughing up chunks of lung, watching morning talk shows. I carried the cold water along with a palm full of pills over to her side and sat them down on the coffee table. She had been battling lung cancer for over a year now. A tough woman. This last month was a bad one though. She had begun to lose the fight. Other than vomiting and dropping a few pounds a day, she hadn’t done much since she left WCF.
Noob Cha-Cha: No use.
She weakly turned her head to the pills. Finally showing signs of defeat in the year plus struggle. I didn’t know what to do. Try to cheer her up? It will be okay? There was nothing hopeful and inspiring to tell someone who was about to die, not when we both knew it was coming.
Sarah Twilight: It will help with the pain.
Noob Cha-Cha: I do not wish to be stoned for the remainder of my days.
I dropped to a knee beside her, doing my best to be comforting.
Sarah Twilight: They will help you get around. This might sound selfish…
And it did.
Sarah Twilight: I still need you.
She was a tough woman. She could take it. And by all means it was the right thing to say. Some people stray from death; get an uneasy feeling about it. Especially when it’s the one you love that’s dying. When you know a person is knocking at deaths door and they know it too and you also both know zero hope is present, what do you do other than say goodbye? I felt like I at least owed it to Noob Cha-Cha to stick with her until the end. She was the reason I found passion in my life again. I had given up on wrestling, became lost. She had been there and reintroduced me to the true meaning of life; to do what you love.
Had zero intentions of leaving her alone now. Not after she lit a candle and brought light back to my dark empty soul. Facing defeat three months in a row to Jonny Fly launched the bottomless spiral of self-pity. It wasn’t just him. It was a series of personal events; a perfect storm brewed the right way. I had never questioned myself before then. It scared me. For the very first time since I had begun my career in this business years ago, I found myself asking, do I even want to do this anymore? It wasn’t so much a journey of soul searching I undertook when leaving the company, because I couldn’t find anything other than an empty person. Cha-Cha helped me discover the passion, letting me know that it had been there along... just concealed for a little while.
Noob Cha-Cha: I don’t want to be anyone’s burden.
Sarah Twilight: A burden?
Cooking up a smile before I went on.
Sarah Twilight: I wouldn’t want to do anything else right now than sit here with you.
Noob Cha-Cha: Okay, okay.
She managed a smile back and stuck out her hand in which I dropped eighty or so pills in. I chewed up a few more tablets before I left the rent-a-house and headed to the comedy club to continue my search for Donald Deruty. It felt like the right thing to do. They made me feel excellent. More in tune with the surroundings. The sun had fallen by now and the cool nights air juices were beginning to breeze with the cool beers I was sipping on. Everything seemed so perfect at the moment I nearly forgot what I was doing here. Oh, yes, D-Day. Keep the eyes on the cheese. That fellow from the bar, Shane, or was it Edward? Had told me I would find him here. Being a mistress of mischief as well as concealment, I comfortably mixed in with the audience seated on the bar room floor. A new act had just took the stage, didn’t resemble Donald in the least. He was announced as Professor Brian Bonhagen. I clinched my teeth before downing the beer. Patience truly is a virtue.
Brain Bonhagen: Seriously you three right here.
He pointed to a few drunks in front of me, but I still couldn’t help feeling exposed. It drew attention in my direction. If D-Day were really here this might be an opportunity to spot me. I dared to move. Stood my ground. Crossed my fingers. Drank more beer.
Brian Bonhagen: MAKE SOME GAWD DAMN NOISE RIGHT NOW.
And just as I thought this comedian was beginning a lunatic rant, the eyes left. The safety net returning to cover me. I no longer felt like the guy with a ringing cellphone in a dead quiet theater. This room wasn’t massive, wasn’t small either. Finding Donald shouldn’t be this troubling, but it was. Where was the bastard?
Brian Bonhagen: The guy obviously had no sense of humor. He began pulling me out of the car and searching it and found the bag, holding it up he was like, “Do you what these are?!” They’re mushrooms. What you’ve never been chopping, asshole? That’s when they roughed me up.
The joke he was launching into already began to find its way to my lips and give them an upward curl. I was not here for entertainment however, and he was without a doubt entertaining. I reminded myself of D-Day and the importance of that. Sadly muting Brian Bonhagen out from my ears, I walked back over to the bar and ordered another drink to give the entire room a better scan. That was odd. The room’s walls had formed a new color since first entering. That was not the only development of changes.
… Donald Defuckin’ruty…
And at least fifty of them. Every occupant of the room was D-Day’d. How could this have happened? Fuck. How is it possible? Even the comedy professor was Donald, and despite that he continued doing his act. I may have choked myself. So what’s the deal here? Why the sudden madness? I went back to a time that Noob Cha-Cha may have or may not have warned me not to take too much Pall Red. Could this be the drugs side effects? Holy shit. I suddenly gave two shits about D-Day despite the fact I was in a room full of them.
Fleeing the comedy club and venturing back to my car, it was a damn true miracle that I was able to drive home. Red lights and green lights looked like the glowing eye sockets of giant floating demon heads, and I drove my car right through the mouth of them.
Noob Cha-Cha: Sarah?
She shot up from the couch looking a little surprised when I finally made it home and pushed myself through the door like a running back fighting for an extra yard or two. Not only did she look surprised, but she also looked like a fuckin’ snake. That image reminded me of another time that I strangely enough could not remember.
Noob Cha-Cha: Too much, S’ssarah.
I assumed she was referring to the Pall Red tablets that I had been munching up like gummy bears. I mentally patted myself on the back for even to be coming up with such a thought process in the presence of large talking snakes.
Noob Cha-Cha: Close your eye’ss.
And I did. When I opened them the red digital clock staring at my face told me that nine hours had past. Not sure what had happened between then and now. Maybe I slept? I did feel rested; rested enough to address that relentless cameraman.
Sarah Twilight: My search for you, Donald, has lead me nowhere, much like your career. You’re still young of course. Plenty of time to crash and burn on a few waves, before you can finally ride the big one. Revenge isn’t your wave. You need to realize you’re no longer special around here. A lot has happened since you wandered off. More importantly you no longer matter upon WCF. I do. The only one. My career is jump starting all over again, and it’s only time and a couple of victories that will keep me from proving just that. You are my first since my last departure, D-Day. Some would say a warm-up. Others an epic showdown. This is all simply an opportunity to have an advantage in the War, something that I will not even speak on until the time comes.
Noob Cha-Cha: You okay?
The door burst open with Cha-Cha standing in the doorway.
Sarah Twilight: Where’s the fire? I’m fine. Are YOU okay?
She no longer appeared to be a Serpent. And despite that terrifying moment last night, I still wanted to grab a handful of Red Pall and stuff my mouth.
Noob Cha-Cha: I’m actually feeling a lot better today. Did you find Donald Deruty?
It felt pointless even mentioning the events that took place at the comedy club.
Sarah Twilight: No. I didn’t.
Noob Cha-Cha: Too bad.
Sarah Twilight: I’m sure he’ll be there at Revenge.
Noob Cha-Cha: Of course. He might regret showing up, but of course.
We shared a quick snicker. It was nice seeing her laugh.