Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 12:40:36 GMT -5
He's sitting at a table in what appears to be a dark, closed bar. A hand brings a glass up half filled with an Amber liquid and ice. The sound of the ice clinking echoes through the quiet building. Panning up the camera catches the man's face, half obscured by shadows by the limited lighting.Steele Matthews frowns at the missing person flyer on the table in front of him with a black and white picture of Makayla Cooper, her smiling face mocking the man in a depressive state. In his hand is the lock of blonde hair that had been stapled to her door last week. He squeezes it before slamming his fist down on the table in frustration. The sound of the side emergency exit opening makes him look up. He usually turned off the alarm after closing. Figuring it was one of his security guards he doesn't even look behind him before answering.
"I'm fine Frank, you can take off for the night."
When he doesn't get a response he turns and sees the figure in the shadows is much too small to be his 6'4 burly bouncer.
"Who the hell are you? Can't you see we're closed?"
There's a laugh before a familiar female voice answers
"You mean you don't recognize me...after all we've been through..."
She starts walking slowly closer to the table. Steele rises, knocking the chair over with a crash.
"Mack... My god! Thank god you're alright... I thought..."
"Thought I was dead! You and that little gang of yours set me up for Chelsea and Seifer's little brat. No one has been looking for me!"
Her shouts fill the empty club
"That's not true. Look..."
He holds up the missing flyer. And she laughs again
"Pitiful attempt. You all sat and had a real good laugh at how gullible and naive I was. Letting me take the fall for it. Sacrificing me without a second thought. And you Steele... Seducing me. Making me think we had something special... "
She laughs again
"No...that was just part of the clever rouse."
Steele starts to come a little closer, his arms stretched
"Don't bother. I see through your games."
"What games Makayla, my feelings were real. They still are. I don't know what the fuck the others did but I have been looking for you. I swear."
"I've been dead already....it's actually very liberating, I was thinking you should try it sometime. It's sorta like therapy."
She chuckles darkly and starts walking slowly toward Steele, the sound of what appears to be heels clicking on the floor. The sound confuses Steele since Mack never wears heels. He can now make out something in her hand.
"Listen...Mack... Let's sit down and talk. Let me tell you how much I care about you, something you wouldn't let me do before. I don't know what Lilith has done to you but it's going to be alright now. I will keep you safe"
She comes closer and closer. Steele can see she's wearing a black trench coat and hat and the object in her hand looks like a .44 calibre. Coming into the light she speaks.
"Mack?! .... Mack is dead my delusional lover..."
She pulls off the hat. Steele's mouth drops as voluminous red waves cascade around her shoulders. Her face is done in dark makeup, seemingly making her look pale and ghostly. She lets the trench coat slip from her arms revealing a black leather corset and black tight leather pants and healed boots going all the way up to her knees
"You can call me Violet." A smile spreads across her ruby lips "And as you can see.... I'm much happier!"
With a laugh she raises the gun and fires. The bullet hits Steele in the chest and immediately red oozes from the hole in his shirt. He looks at it and then up at her as she fires again. She giggles as she fires into his body, jolting him as if he were nothing more than a rag doll until the force knocks him to the tiled floor. The Gun clicks empty. She tosses it to the floor with a clatter and walks over, her heels once again clicking on the floor. She bends down, squatting beside him.
"Dear lovely Steele... Hope that didn't hurt... Much."
She sticks a finger into the warm red liquid and brings it to her lips, sucking it off seductively
"Mmmm, sweet."
With another laugh she stands, stepping over him and walking away. Steele listens, feeling odd and wondering why he was still breathing. One the sound of her heels disappeared beyond the loud bang of the back door closing he felt the same wound she had stuck her finger in and found his pain was mild, not that unlike a simple minor bruise. The liquid was cool, not the hotness expected from human blood. He sniffed his fingers and also found it lacked the coppery metallic smell that was supposed to accompany it. With trepidation he tasted it.
"Corn syrup." He shakes his head with a confused smirk, "She shot me with fake rounds"
Sitting up as Frank runs into the room, out of breath his dark eyes widen
"Boss... You alright..."
Steele stands, looking at the mess of the floor and picking up the trench coat, breathing in the scent. She still smelled the same as her. She was still in there and he refused to give up.
"Actually, I'm better than I have been in weeks..."
The scene fades out as he holds the jacket, staring at the emergency exit with a smirk.
"I'm fine Frank, you can take off for the night."
When he doesn't get a response he turns and sees the figure in the shadows is much too small to be his 6'4 burly bouncer.
"Who the hell are you? Can't you see we're closed?"
There's a laugh before a familiar female voice answers
"You mean you don't recognize me...after all we've been through..."
She starts walking slowly closer to the table. Steele rises, knocking the chair over with a crash.
"Mack... My god! Thank god you're alright... I thought..."
"Thought I was dead! You and that little gang of yours set me up for Chelsea and Seifer's little brat. No one has been looking for me!"
Her shouts fill the empty club
"That's not true. Look..."
He holds up the missing flyer. And she laughs again
"Pitiful attempt. You all sat and had a real good laugh at how gullible and naive I was. Letting me take the fall for it. Sacrificing me without a second thought. And you Steele... Seducing me. Making me think we had something special... "
She laughs again
"No...that was just part of the clever rouse."
Steele starts to come a little closer, his arms stretched
"Don't bother. I see through your games."
"What games Makayla, my feelings were real. They still are. I don't know what the fuck the others did but I have been looking for you. I swear."
"I've been dead already....it's actually very liberating, I was thinking you should try it sometime. It's sorta like therapy."
She chuckles darkly and starts walking slowly toward Steele, the sound of what appears to be heels clicking on the floor. The sound confuses Steele since Mack never wears heels. He can now make out something in her hand.
"Listen...Mack... Let's sit down and talk. Let me tell you how much I care about you, something you wouldn't let me do before. I don't know what Lilith has done to you but it's going to be alright now. I will keep you safe"
She comes closer and closer. Steele can see she's wearing a black trench coat and hat and the object in her hand looks like a .44 calibre. Coming into the light she speaks.
"Mack?! .... Mack is dead my delusional lover..."
She pulls off the hat. Steele's mouth drops as voluminous red waves cascade around her shoulders. Her face is done in dark makeup, seemingly making her look pale and ghostly. She lets the trench coat slip from her arms revealing a black leather corset and black tight leather pants and healed boots going all the way up to her knees
"You can call me Violet." A smile spreads across her ruby lips "And as you can see.... I'm much happier!"
With a laugh she raises the gun and fires. The bullet hits Steele in the chest and immediately red oozes from the hole in his shirt. He looks at it and then up at her as she fires again. She giggles as she fires into his body, jolting him as if he were nothing more than a rag doll until the force knocks him to the tiled floor. The Gun clicks empty. She tosses it to the floor with a clatter and walks over, her heels once again clicking on the floor. She bends down, squatting beside him.
"Dear lovely Steele... Hope that didn't hurt... Much."
She sticks a finger into the warm red liquid and brings it to her lips, sucking it off seductively
"Mmmm, sweet."
With another laugh she stands, stepping over him and walking away. Steele listens, feeling odd and wondering why he was still breathing. One the sound of her heels disappeared beyond the loud bang of the back door closing he felt the same wound she had stuck her finger in and found his pain was mild, not that unlike a simple minor bruise. The liquid was cool, not the hotness expected from human blood. He sniffed his fingers and also found it lacked the coppery metallic smell that was supposed to accompany it. With trepidation he tasted it.
"Corn syrup." He shakes his head with a confused smirk, "She shot me with fake rounds"
Sitting up as Frank runs into the room, out of breath his dark eyes widen
"Boss... You alright..."
Steele stands, looking at the mess of the floor and picking up the trench coat, breathing in the scent. She still smelled the same as her. She was still in there and he refused to give up.
"Actually, I'm better than I have been in weeks..."
The scene fades out as he holds the jacket, staring at the emergency exit with a smirk.
***
I used to think I knew who I was.
What I stood for, what values I pumped out like some corporate lackey What a joke What a big fucking joke and what a joke everyone must have thought I was.
Yes Makayla Cooper is dead. We'll... Maybe not completely, she's still fighting to get free but her will is forever weakening and eventually she will bother me no more. I am the anger she kept repressed. Trying to control me only made me grow stronger and finally... I found a crack in that noble armour.
I have Lilith to thank.
She helped to bring me into reality so in essence she is my mother. A mother we never got to have before thanks to dear sweet Mack. Whose life forced our real mothers death. But Lilly has nursed me back. Showed me the truth. People like Chelsea and Seifer. Like Matthew and his wife with the inadequate womb. These people are opportunists. They use people to get what they want and simply dispose of them when their purpose has been fulfilled.
Mack fell victim to their lies and schemes. Her weakness for children set her up as a sacrifice. They didn't bother to come to her aid while Lilith and Logan tortured her. No real efforts were made to rescue her.
In fact nobody in WCF risked ANYTHING to save her. For all their so called love and respect NO ONE stood up. That is what WCF is all about.
Saving yourself.
So, I saved myself.
I did some self preservation of my own, I mean it is the trend here. Why shouldn't I get on this band wagon.
After the smoke of that bomb had cleared there was one that stood with open arms and accepted me. Dried my tears. That was Mama Lilith and she is the only one in this whole fucking company with any decency. Any love for those beyond her own mirror. Vanity is a sin my friends.
Selfish behaviour will not go unpunished. I will take out the unworthy until the true heirs survive and stand tall. I am here to collect that which is mine, that which is OWED to me.
By any means necessary
ANY!
Yes Makayla Cooper is dead. We'll... Maybe not completely, she's still fighting to get free but her will is forever weakening and eventually she will bother me no more. I am the anger she kept repressed. Trying to control me only made me grow stronger and finally... I found a crack in that noble armour.
I have Lilith to thank.
She helped to bring me into reality so in essence she is my mother. A mother we never got to have before thanks to dear sweet Mack. Whose life forced our real mothers death. But Lilly has nursed me back. Showed me the truth. People like Chelsea and Seifer. Like Matthew and his wife with the inadequate womb. These people are opportunists. They use people to get what they want and simply dispose of them when their purpose has been fulfilled.
Mack fell victim to their lies and schemes. Her weakness for children set her up as a sacrifice. They didn't bother to come to her aid while Lilith and Logan tortured her. No real efforts were made to rescue her.
In fact nobody in WCF risked ANYTHING to save her. For all their so called love and respect NO ONE stood up. That is what WCF is all about.
Saving yourself.
So, I saved myself.
I did some self preservation of my own, I mean it is the trend here. Why shouldn't I get on this band wagon.
After the smoke of that bomb had cleared there was one that stood with open arms and accepted me. Dried my tears. That was Mama Lilith and she is the only one in this whole fucking company with any decency. Any love for those beyond her own mirror. Vanity is a sin my friends.
Selfish behaviour will not go unpunished. I will take out the unworthy until the true heirs survive and stand tall. I am here to collect that which is mine, that which is OWED to me.
By any means necessary
ANY!
