Part one of the tale of Seifer

[Seifer Black]

War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today.

John F. Kennedy 

I walk among the wreckage of this old place wearing my black leather trousers, black doc martins, my Archangel shirt with my black leather trenchcoat, my face painted up like black and red army camo and I think to myself if the walls could talk what stories would they tell, for me they would tell a tale of oppression, fear and control by threat of damnation which they believed through a book that has not been proven to be right in the first place, I remember years ago when I tried to burn this place down during my process of trying to find closure but nothing has been able to quench the fire that dwells within. I walk forward and put my hand against the heavy wooden door, closing my eyes I hear in my head the memories of my past. So lost in my memories I jump a little when I feel a hand gently touch me on my shoulder.

Chelsea: Sorry babe, lost in thought?

Seifer: Yeah, I'm just getting a bunch of memories flooding back to me, sadly to say none of them are good.

Chelsea: Are you sure about coming back here?

Seifer: These are my origins, the place that saw the birth of both the Seifer you see standing in front of you and the demons that dwell inside my soul.

Chelsea: I know baby, but I am worried about you.

Seifer: I know, but this is something that I have to do.

Chelsea: I still don’t understand why, why your old orphanage of all places.

Seifer: Because I need to be humble with my roots, this will make me more in tune with myself, ready for War.

Chelsea: I understand this is a huge opportunity for you I really do, but do you need to put yourself through this much mental turmoil.

Seifer: It’s my best chance to win this thing, I need to get control of my demons and make him work for me once again.

Chelsea: But what if you go off the deep end again?

I turn around and look her in the eyes smiling.

Seifer: I have you here to keep me grounded.

Chelsea: I don’t know…

Seifer: I know, you are one of the most important parts of my life and that will make sure that I do not go over the edge again. Also I'm a different man now than I was then; I am stronger through the trials that I was put through.

Chelsea: Even with Matt…

Seifer: Yes, I understand your reservations with this situation.

Chelsea: Seifer you had your record breaking title run ended by Matt and after the time went by you kept so much held inside he took over you and ever since that day you spilled so much blood that you needed professional help.

Seifer: And the Doc would not have let me go if I wasn’t ready for something like this.

Chelsea: Yeah, you’re right sweetie, like always I just worry about you.

I walk over and give her a hug to comfort her.

Seifer: Yeah I know you do, and believe me…

I lean back still keeping her in my embrace to look her in the eye.

Seifer: Don’t worry about it; I know what I am doing.

Chelsea: Ok, shall I get the camera out?

Seifer: Yeah, let’s get this show on the road.

I give her a kiss before she walks back to the car to get the camera, turning around I take one more look at the old building that once housed The our ladies of the faith orphanage. Never knowing any real family has created an undying loyalty to my new family, which bonds only broke once but are now being rekindled again. Things are starting to get better no doubt and this chance is one of the biggest shots that I have had and I am going to take it with both hands.

Chelsea: I'm ready when you are baby.

I turn around to face her smiling for a moment before getting serious.

Chelsea: Ok I'm rolling in 3…2…1…

As I see the red light come onto the camera I take a couple of steps forward.

Seifer: Here we are, war is coming and there is nothing else to do but to charge into it full force and make your stand, this is the chance to state my claim to what I deserve. And I am here to show you all that I am going to be the biggest threat to you all in this war, by telling you the story of my origins you will truly understand what you are dealing with. Welcome to my story.

I turn around and kick the front door open walking into the front room, blackened from the fire that went through the place a lot of it looks like a location for some post-apocalyptic movie setting, partly burned books and other crap strewn across the floor. After reaching the main chapel I stop and turn around to the camera.

Seifer: This is something important.

I turn and kick the door off the hinges before walking into the chapel a dust cloud covering the place for a moment, as the dust settles I walk in the remaining dust circling around my feet like some sort of unnatural fog, I look around the place and see the once ornate carvings and lavish paintings lay in as much ruin as the rest of the place, the smell of decay hung like a corpse in the air, almost thick like treacle to breath in, I walk forwards through the centre of the pews lighting the candles along the way to reaching something that I have not seen in a long time, a small roofed cubicle where I spent a lot of my times.

Seifer: Now here is somewhere I used to spend a lot of time.

I turn and go to the door as Chelsea goes around the corner to look at what I was looking at.

Seifer: This is where they used to place us when we blasphemed, or say anything that went against what they believed.

I open the door to reveal a hard wooden stool with a small candle and a copy of the bible.

Seifer: They would throw me in here not caring if they injured me in the process and would keep me in here till they deemed fit to let me out, one of them would stand guard over me so I would not escape from here so I had to stay in here or else face worse punishments…

I pause as images flash through my mind of the time that I spent in this box.

Seifer: So much time in here, lost in nothing but my own thoughts, which gave me some freedoms but with those freedoms a terrible cost, the cost was my sanity which ebbed out of me day by day, hour by hour and minute by minute…

I pause again looking at the bible that was on the shelf, picking it up I stand fully opening the bible and looking behind the dust cover.

Seifer: Yeah this is the one.

Chelsea: How do you know?

Seifer: Look at this.

I show her the inside of the dust jacket which had the words “ Freedom is not free” inscribed on the cover.

Seifer: I wrote this the day that one boy tried to kill me, because I was not the same as everyone else following what they believed I was the one to be shunned out and essentially eliminated. The day I wrote this was the day I decided I could not stay here any longer, and I did leave but that is a story for another day.

I throw the bible at the huge cross that was placed at the end of the room.

Seifer: Now here is the pay off, through all the stress, through all the agony and through all the pain this has forged me into something that you cannot understand and have no chance to contain.

I turn back to the camera and smile.

Seifer: Through all of this I am still here, and there is nothing that will stop me from being the greatest soldier in this war, you may all underestimate me, you will not look over me for long when my music hits because if you are not ready for me, if you are not prepared for the force or fury that I shall bring into this the biggest match in the WCF calendar, because the demons inside are going to be ready to be unleashed and breath hellfire itself over each and every participant in this match, no matter whether it be the masked man, Jonny Fly, Nathan Von Liebert, Bobby Cairo, Jordan Caliban or even the queen bitch herself Sarah Twishite, you dare underestimate me and you shall end your evening by being forced to look up at the ceiling in pain from the beating you are going to get at my hands.

I take a deep breath and walk towards the camera.

Seifer: This is part one of the tale that I am going to tell, this will show you why you should be scared of me and never underestimate me.

I walk out of shot as I blow out the candles eventually sending things fading to black.

I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfilment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious.

Vince Lombardi