Sleeping On The Edge of A Cliff
Dec 6, 2013 2:27:42 GMT -5
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Post by Logan on Dec 6, 2013 2:27:42 GMT -5
1948
Mother of Treachery
Her hard flat bottomed dress shoes clashed with the asphalt, producing a sound of distinctive clunks on her getaway down the road, a red headed and worried Mother shouting in the distance behind her.
Tammy: I told you to stay on the porch.
She'd no doubt receive a whooping upon return. The girl who was playfully fleeing her Mother, was Teresa, the eventual Mother of Logan. She was only six years old now, but others would tell you she had an old soul, someone wise beyond her own years, and own good. The ground surrounding Teressa was wet and cold from weeks of rain, snow, and hard cold weather. She had been dolled up today, dressed in the best they could afford for a family picture. The picture hadn't happened yet. If she got these clothes dirty she'd get whooped. Shouldn't have let her outside.
Tammy: Teressa!
Her Mother's calling faded out behind her the further she clunked her black dress shoes down the frozen muddy road and away from her Mother. She was already in too deep now, might as well enjoy the ride since it was going to end in a crash by a leather strap when she got back home. There was a whoopin' lashing her future either way, why not push forward and get something out of it? Teressa hit the snow covered tree line. God bless Virginia for it's ever changing seasons. Things were beautiful in it's own different times of the year. When it warmed, the smell of fresh cut lawns and BBQ's filled your nostrils and memories for a lifetime to come, and when it cooled... the leafs fell and turned into a sweet golden apple aroma of cinnamon.
Teressa: Yes!
She darted into the woods, leaving little foot prints in the snow along her way. Small branches coated down by the white ash of God brushed over her purple coat when she pushed past them, her eyes set on a prize, a lake she figured might be frozen by now and fun enough to skate on. She didn't know it wouldn't hold her, she was only six. The idea of danger never presented itself to slap her away. Only adventure with a few shakes of excitement directed this child. Teressa hit the frozen lake feet first, sliding a good twenty foot, hitting the very center to come to a stop. The loving white covered forest spoke to her through sounds of dropping snow, hungry chirping birds, and the crack of ice giving way beneath her tiny feet.
2013
Son of Treachery
The Grand Canyon needed a telescope, something upgraded or better than his own vision to truly witness. Logan carefully pushed his feet down on a boulder older than any living person on Earth, and watched the tears of God roll down a cheek and drop into the dry thousand foot depth of two craters. That's how the sun was, lingering behind another mountain, weeping it's rays over the peak and spilling them off the side like a golden water wall of angels. This was God's country. The perfect place to die. He dangled a foot over the edge.
Lilith: What are you doing?
The concerned voice surprised him enough to bring his dangling foot back onto the cliffs edge and regain balance.
Logan: Lilith... what are you doing here?
Lilith: I'm only here for you, Logan.
Logan: You've got the wrong guy.
He pushed another step forward, her arm grabbed his from behind and kept him from going over. He fell back and planted both feet back onto the rock.
Logan: I'm tired, Lilith... let me fall.
She turned him, he was limpless, a body of flesh with relaxed muscles, a person ready to fail - someone who let go a long time ago and got restless.
Lilith: It's not worth it.
And for the first time all day he tensed, his ligaments breathed life. He turned, looked into her eyes, brought his hands up to her face.
Logan: I can't feel anymore. Why push? Why fight? Death has become such a common theme I can't tell the difference now rather I'm a demon or a cold bastard who only cares about himself. I can't remember the last time I shed a tear for someone I loved. They die. They always do. And they always will. It's as easy as Facebook now. Post a status. Someone dies, someone goes, but where do I go? I'm tired of surviving. I'm tired of outliving every single member of my family. What am I? A gawd damn Kennedy?
Lilith, having known of Logan's recent loss, bit her lip, and in a way tried her best to steer him in a brighter direction.
Lilith: How would I deal with these boudles without you?
He looked back to the edge of the cliff. His cliff was WCF. It was all he had left, the only thing that hadn't left him, or died. All he had to do was push two more feet, take a leap, and all the worries would be gone. No more anxiety of planning a televised promo every week. No more WCF. No more... Lilith.. he turned his gaze back onto her.
Logan: ...
Lilith: Don't go yet, Logan.
Logan: Lilith...
His voice had become grunted, aged and tormented by years of pain and sorrow, and yet there she was - a rookie, a beautiful face, someone cheering him on, a face he knew would never give up on him. She was the only reason he hadn't jumped yet, only reason he couldn't take the final plunge and put the WCF cliff on his back and to his grave.
Logan: Why me?
She half smirked, posturing her stance and slapping a hand on her hip.
Lilith: Who else is going to entertain me?
1948
Mother in Danger
Teressa's feet broke the ice and her tiny frame went submerged under the glass of ice. Cold needles pecked every bit of her, like needles missing a vein and violently getting pushed deep into the bone. Her skin turned blue as the soaked coat she now wore.
2013
Son in Danger
Logan: Who cares.
Lilith: I might.
He peeked over his shoulder, the hard rocked end laid a thousand feet below him. It was enough depth to jump, say a pray, and maybe even hit a pelvic thrust before being crushed by gravity. He saw finale in his eyes, a way out. No more WCF. No more worrying. No more feelings. No more dealing with life and the deaths that peppered it. Take the plunge he thought, it's as easy as one step, take the Hardcore title with you, drag everything down to the very end. It's the Logan way.
Lilith: Logan...
Her voice broke his trance. His eyes fell back onto hers and he began to declare his bid farewell.
Logan: There's nothing left for me to do. I've given WCF more and then some. What do you want me to become... Lilith... do you want me to drag myself out until there's nothing left? Until beating Logan doesn't become a big deal anymore? Until I'm abandoned from Slam and left stuck doing the occasional interview or One Legend match every few years. I can't even feel my right arm. It's numb from nerve damage. I've become a dinosaur. The very thing I used to make fun of. An old man... a guy that can't even beat a clown.
Lilith: There is more life left in you than you know. You just haven't found it.
Logan: You're wrong. I'm one match away from becoming an old pestering pelvic thrusting annoying bastard, and if I'm lucky... they might feel generous and give me a slot on the Wednesday Night show somewhere down the broken road. WCF will throw you to the side of the ditch faster than a cheap hooker.
Lilith: B-b-but... YOU'RE MR. WCF!
Logan: ... Let me fall in peace.
1948
Survivor
She reached into the beam of light - an angel, the sun, a warming ray that broke through the chilling surface. She clawed the ice, every piece breaking beneath her numb blue fingers and pulling her back under. She fell further under and watched the air bubbles escape from her lungs. Was this the day? Was this it? She thought about her Tammy, her Mother, dressing her that morning for the family photo. She thought about her dog, her first time flying a kite, riding a bike, and it all seemed like a gigantic flash covering her eyes from the chilly blue ice water engulfing her. She was more than this... tougher than this... with every numb chilled bone in her body, she swam beneath the ice, and towards the shore. Beneath her hands she felt mud - land, and she rose, breaking the calm coating of frozen lake with her head and shoulders. Air hit her lungs and she fell face first into land breathing in - she never appreciate air anymore than now. (true story, love you, Grandma)
2013
Survivor
Logan fell backwards, the edge of the cliff welcoming his body. He never resisted, pulled away, no - he wanted this. Lilith reached forward as he fell, grabbing his forearm, and in the end result dangled his entire body over the edge of the cliff. She struggled greatly.
Lilith: STOP!
His grip onto her hand began to release. She held on as tight as should.
Lilith: LOGAN!
In this very moment he looked up at her, pebbles and dry Arizona sand falling down over his face off the side of Lilith's arm that dug into the edge of the cliff and wrestled his own hand.
Lilith: LOGAN!
He looked from her beautiful face and then looked behind him, down to the dirt, down back to Earth, a place he could rest forever. It was peace. But... so was she.
Lilith: I CAN'T -
His hand slipped from hers. She was an angel. The look on her face. She cared. It was the first time he had seen someone look at him that way since he couldn't remember. She was... Lilith was... a reason to keep fighting. His free hand reached up from the air and gripped hers, and with it, she pulled him over the edge of the cliff and back onto the surface. They both fell on their backs, onto the dry rough sand, out of breath. He didn't know why - but he loved her. She was a reason. She gave him life. He rolled onto his side, looking over her, looking at the woman who had saved him.
Logan: ... Lilith.
She could tell he was forever in her gratitude. After catching her breath, she looked back to him, rolled her eyes, and let a grin freely spill over her face.
Lilith: It's nothing.
Logan: ... no.
His voice more worn and graveled than before.
Logan: I owe you.
Lilith: Well..
She blinked her eyes into the clear Arizona sky, a smile never leaving her lips.
Lilith: You never did take me out to that fancy hotdog restaurant.
She didn't have to wink, the way she put the words, it felt like a wink naturally followed.
Logan: You got it.
He pulled a Sponge Bob walkie talkie out of his pants, before he could even speak into it... Boudlebot and Roy Speede were already there, walking through the dry desert and over to the beaten and downed Logan.
Roy Speede: Did someone want to go on a date of treachery?
Boudlebot: You think she can handle the jumbo hotdog of treachery?!
With excitement, the Boudlebot spun on his trio wheels, his white light bulb eyes blinking every step of the way. From the ground, Logan looked up at Roy, and to Boudlebot, and then lovingly to Lilith.
Logan: I think I can handle this one alone.
For You. The only sensible way was to write about it, and you knew it. You've read these before, and I think somewhere, and I feel it, that you'll keep reading, and smiling down, and smiling... that sweet, beautiful smiling. Your 'writing Baker', JC.
Mother of Treachery
Her hard flat bottomed dress shoes clashed with the asphalt, producing a sound of distinctive clunks on her getaway down the road, a red headed and worried Mother shouting in the distance behind her.
Tammy: I told you to stay on the porch.
She'd no doubt receive a whooping upon return. The girl who was playfully fleeing her Mother, was Teresa, the eventual Mother of Logan. She was only six years old now, but others would tell you she had an old soul, someone wise beyond her own years, and own good. The ground surrounding Teressa was wet and cold from weeks of rain, snow, and hard cold weather. She had been dolled up today, dressed in the best they could afford for a family picture. The picture hadn't happened yet. If she got these clothes dirty she'd get whooped. Shouldn't have let her outside.
Tammy: Teressa!
Her Mother's calling faded out behind her the further she clunked her black dress shoes down the frozen muddy road and away from her Mother. She was already in too deep now, might as well enjoy the ride since it was going to end in a crash by a leather strap when she got back home. There was a whoopin' lashing her future either way, why not push forward and get something out of it? Teressa hit the snow covered tree line. God bless Virginia for it's ever changing seasons. Things were beautiful in it's own different times of the year. When it warmed, the smell of fresh cut lawns and BBQ's filled your nostrils and memories for a lifetime to come, and when it cooled... the leafs fell and turned into a sweet golden apple aroma of cinnamon.
Teressa: Yes!
She darted into the woods, leaving little foot prints in the snow along her way. Small branches coated down by the white ash of God brushed over her purple coat when she pushed past them, her eyes set on a prize, a lake she figured might be frozen by now and fun enough to skate on. She didn't know it wouldn't hold her, she was only six. The idea of danger never presented itself to slap her away. Only adventure with a few shakes of excitement directed this child. Teressa hit the frozen lake feet first, sliding a good twenty foot, hitting the very center to come to a stop. The loving white covered forest spoke to her through sounds of dropping snow, hungry chirping birds, and the crack of ice giving way beneath her tiny feet.
2013
Son of Treachery
The Grand Canyon needed a telescope, something upgraded or better than his own vision to truly witness. Logan carefully pushed his feet down on a boulder older than any living person on Earth, and watched the tears of God roll down a cheek and drop into the dry thousand foot depth of two craters. That's how the sun was, lingering behind another mountain, weeping it's rays over the peak and spilling them off the side like a golden water wall of angels. This was God's country. The perfect place to die. He dangled a foot over the edge.
Lilith: What are you doing?
The concerned voice surprised him enough to bring his dangling foot back onto the cliffs edge and regain balance.
Logan: Lilith... what are you doing here?
Lilith: I'm only here for you, Logan.
Logan: You've got the wrong guy.
He pushed another step forward, her arm grabbed his from behind and kept him from going over. He fell back and planted both feet back onto the rock.
Logan: I'm tired, Lilith... let me fall.
She turned him, he was limpless, a body of flesh with relaxed muscles, a person ready to fail - someone who let go a long time ago and got restless.
Lilith: It's not worth it.
And for the first time all day he tensed, his ligaments breathed life. He turned, looked into her eyes, brought his hands up to her face.
Logan: I can't feel anymore. Why push? Why fight? Death has become such a common theme I can't tell the difference now rather I'm a demon or a cold bastard who only cares about himself. I can't remember the last time I shed a tear for someone I loved. They die. They always do. And they always will. It's as easy as Facebook now. Post a status. Someone dies, someone goes, but where do I go? I'm tired of surviving. I'm tired of outliving every single member of my family. What am I? A gawd damn Kennedy?
Lilith, having known of Logan's recent loss, bit her lip, and in a way tried her best to steer him in a brighter direction.
Lilith: How would I deal with these boudles without you?
He looked back to the edge of the cliff. His cliff was WCF. It was all he had left, the only thing that hadn't left him, or died. All he had to do was push two more feet, take a leap, and all the worries would be gone. No more anxiety of planning a televised promo every week. No more WCF. No more... Lilith.. he turned his gaze back onto her.
Logan: ...
Lilith: Don't go yet, Logan.
Logan: Lilith...
His voice had become grunted, aged and tormented by years of pain and sorrow, and yet there she was - a rookie, a beautiful face, someone cheering him on, a face he knew would never give up on him. She was the only reason he hadn't jumped yet, only reason he couldn't take the final plunge and put the WCF cliff on his back and to his grave.
Logan: Why me?
She half smirked, posturing her stance and slapping a hand on her hip.
Lilith: Who else is going to entertain me?
1948
Mother in Danger
Teressa's feet broke the ice and her tiny frame went submerged under the glass of ice. Cold needles pecked every bit of her, like needles missing a vein and violently getting pushed deep into the bone. Her skin turned blue as the soaked coat she now wore.
2013
Son in Danger
Logan: Who cares.
Lilith: I might.
He peeked over his shoulder, the hard rocked end laid a thousand feet below him. It was enough depth to jump, say a pray, and maybe even hit a pelvic thrust before being crushed by gravity. He saw finale in his eyes, a way out. No more WCF. No more worrying. No more feelings. No more dealing with life and the deaths that peppered it. Take the plunge he thought, it's as easy as one step, take the Hardcore title with you, drag everything down to the very end. It's the Logan way.
Lilith: Logan...
Her voice broke his trance. His eyes fell back onto hers and he began to declare his bid farewell.
Logan: There's nothing left for me to do. I've given WCF more and then some. What do you want me to become... Lilith... do you want me to drag myself out until there's nothing left? Until beating Logan doesn't become a big deal anymore? Until I'm abandoned from Slam and left stuck doing the occasional interview or One Legend match every few years. I can't even feel my right arm. It's numb from nerve damage. I've become a dinosaur. The very thing I used to make fun of. An old man... a guy that can't even beat a clown.
Lilith: There is more life left in you than you know. You just haven't found it.
Logan: You're wrong. I'm one match away from becoming an old pestering pelvic thrusting annoying bastard, and if I'm lucky... they might feel generous and give me a slot on the Wednesday Night show somewhere down the broken road. WCF will throw you to the side of the ditch faster than a cheap hooker.
Lilith: B-b-but... YOU'RE MR. WCF!
Logan: ... Let me fall in peace.
1948
Survivor
She reached into the beam of light - an angel, the sun, a warming ray that broke through the chilling surface. She clawed the ice, every piece breaking beneath her numb blue fingers and pulling her back under. She fell further under and watched the air bubbles escape from her lungs. Was this the day? Was this it? She thought about her Tammy, her Mother, dressing her that morning for the family photo. She thought about her dog, her first time flying a kite, riding a bike, and it all seemed like a gigantic flash covering her eyes from the chilly blue ice water engulfing her. She was more than this... tougher than this... with every numb chilled bone in her body, she swam beneath the ice, and towards the shore. Beneath her hands she felt mud - land, and she rose, breaking the calm coating of frozen lake with her head and shoulders. Air hit her lungs and she fell face first into land breathing in - she never appreciate air anymore than now. (true story, love you, Grandma)
2013
Survivor
Logan fell backwards, the edge of the cliff welcoming his body. He never resisted, pulled away, no - he wanted this. Lilith reached forward as he fell, grabbing his forearm, and in the end result dangled his entire body over the edge of the cliff. She struggled greatly.
Lilith: STOP!
His grip onto her hand began to release. She held on as tight as should.
Lilith: LOGAN!
In this very moment he looked up at her, pebbles and dry Arizona sand falling down over his face off the side of Lilith's arm that dug into the edge of the cliff and wrestled his own hand.
Lilith: LOGAN!
He looked from her beautiful face and then looked behind him, down to the dirt, down back to Earth, a place he could rest forever. It was peace. But... so was she.
Lilith: I CAN'T -
His hand slipped from hers. She was an angel. The look on her face. She cared. It was the first time he had seen someone look at him that way since he couldn't remember. She was... Lilith was... a reason to keep fighting. His free hand reached up from the air and gripped hers, and with it, she pulled him over the edge of the cliff and back onto the surface. They both fell on their backs, onto the dry rough sand, out of breath. He didn't know why - but he loved her. She was a reason. She gave him life. He rolled onto his side, looking over her, looking at the woman who had saved him.
Logan: ... Lilith.
She could tell he was forever in her gratitude. After catching her breath, she looked back to him, rolled her eyes, and let a grin freely spill over her face.
Lilith: It's nothing.
Logan: ... no.
His voice more worn and graveled than before.
Logan: I owe you.
Lilith: Well..
She blinked her eyes into the clear Arizona sky, a smile never leaving her lips.
Lilith: You never did take me out to that fancy hotdog restaurant.
She didn't have to wink, the way she put the words, it felt like a wink naturally followed.
Logan: You got it.
He pulled a Sponge Bob walkie talkie out of his pants, before he could even speak into it... Boudlebot and Roy Speede were already there, walking through the dry desert and over to the beaten and downed Logan.
Roy Speede: Did someone want to go on a date of treachery?
Boudlebot: You think she can handle the jumbo hotdog of treachery?!
With excitement, the Boudlebot spun on his trio wheels, his white light bulb eyes blinking every step of the way. From the ground, Logan looked up at Roy, and to Boudlebot, and then lovingly to Lilith.
Logan: I think I can handle this one alone.
For You. The only sensible way was to write about it, and you knew it. You've read these before, and I think somewhere, and I feel it, that you'll keep reading, and smiling down, and smiling... that sweet, beautiful smiling. Your 'writing Baker', JC.
