Post by occulo on Dec 27, 2015 17:56:40 GMT -5
We open to a black and stormy sea. The waves roar as if crying out in hunger for a galleon to rip to pieces. We see a beam of light flash intermittently across the surface of the water, we pan up to see the lighthouse stood in all its glorious resilience. We zoom in to see Frigus stood in a dark grey robe which is flapping in the wind. He stands just as resilient, with a steely and focussed gaze across the thunderous seas. He says nothing and doesn’t move an inch. He simply gazes with the light creating a silhouette every few seconds. The camera faces out to sea and then plummets towards its surface, but just before it hits we
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The Sorrow
26th December 2015. 2:30am.
Occulo deeply exhales as he splashes the ice cold water in the basin across his face. He takes a couple of deep breaths and opens his eyes, staring at the man who was about to do something he had never done before. He was about to do something for himself. Not for Bonnie, not for another wrestler in the company, not for all those his Father had hurt, no, this was purely a mission to right a wrong. It was time to be the one and only.
He gazed over at his clock next to the bed. 02:30. He hadn’t had a moment’s sleep. He had a TV Title match coming up at the most prestigious event in sports entertainment, yet he didn’t feel the excitement. He felt no anticipation or anxiety. There was only one emotion coursing through his veins, and it was driving him fucking crazy. He felt weighed down by this enormous sadness that sat in his stomach. A dull ache. An ache that intensified every time he thought about him. JUST…GO AWAY. He sniggered at his own patheticness and ripped the plug from the basin.
Do. Not. Cave.
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He flipped his hood over his head and stepped out on to the street. Can’t sleep so why not take a walk? It was raining in such a way that it wasn’t heavy, but fine. The cold in the air stung his eyes and made him nestle into his large black coat. He took a walk down the street, gazing up at the endless darkness. He considered the fact that he is about to be classified as a murderer. Sadness hits again. He convinces himself he is doing the right thing. Sadness hits again. He thinks about his future with Bonnie….and what the fuck…the sadness hits again.
He strolls up to an iron gate that is rattling under the stiff breeze which picked up in the last ten minutes. He grabs the cold, slightly rusted mechanism and slides it across, the friction uttering a tired groan, before carefully closing it and stepping through and on to a path which leads to a number of gravestones. Some are dilapidated whilst some glisten and reflect the streetlights. He however walks past these and stops in front of a white gravestone with “Clare Mullins” written on it. Nothing else. Just a name. No dates or words of reflection. This is okay, he thought, cos John Mullins won’t even get a flower scotch-taped onto the gate. He’ll get nothing. Nobody wants to commemorate a bad memory. He lightly caressed the white stone and turned around.
Staring down at him was a massive, black stone statue, holding a spear with the pointy end aiming straight for his heart. Everyone would see a soldier, a warrior battling the fear of death. Occulo saw a demon. A demon that would soon shackle his ankle and drag him in to hell with the rest of the murderers. He stared into its eyes and felt the incredible sadness again. It’s cape was flared up on both sides which looked like the demon’s wings about to take flight and spread Occulo’s evil across the world.
Occulo: I’m not a monster. I’m an exorcist you cunt.
He picks up a dislodged brick from the ground and throws it directly at the demon’s face. He feels a tightening on his shoulder, a grip that starts to knead into his tissue. He quickly swings around and throws a punch at the assailant, which connects with a crack. He soon steps back once he realises who it is.
Morte: Interesting
Morte stares at Occulo, the cut on his lip regenerating quickly.
So, it’s starting to get to you isn’t it? You thought this would be easy?
Occulo: You really think I’m that naïve? Why are you here?
Morte: Well it’s been a while Occulo. I was promised blood. I was promised a man to torment for eternity. Where is he?
Occulo: He’ll be yours. Give me 24 hours.
Morte: They’re lying to you Occulo.
Occulo: What?
Morte: Those that question my existence, The Cold’s existence.
Occulo laughs to himself and shakes his head
Occulo: Whatever. To be honest, I don’t care. The only existence I care about right now is that of my Father’s. You’re taking him and
your world is getting shut forever.
He walks up to Morte and grabs him by the throat
And you’re not going to walk this Earth ever again.
He squeezes hard and lands another punch with his other hand. Morte falls to the ground with a slight look of horror on his face.
I’m not scared of demons or monsters Morte.
He turns and starts to walk away
Morte: Why of course not, why fear your own kind John Mullins? I can’t wait to inebriate myself with your holy water, Mr Exorcist.
Occulo turns around and stares with disgust into Morte’s eyes. He flips his hood off and viciously assaults Morte, who laughs the whole way through it, further aggravating him.
You can’t kill me Mullins.
Occulo: DON’T CALL ME…
He seethes with rage, his eyes slightly glowing a dull red colour. With a roar he picks up Clare’s gravestone and smashes it down onto Morte’s skull.
You bastard…you cunt….you….
He suddenly snaps and shakes his head as if shaking a cobweb from his hair. He looks at the pieces of gravestone around Morte’s body
No…what…how could I have done this…
He hears sirens approaching the graveyard and flips his hood up again, before running towards the other end of the graveyard. Morte slowly sits up and his crushed head regenerates. He starts to cackle.
Morte: Fucking Occulo. Possession is so easy when they leave the door open.
A couple of cops approach the area as Morte dissipates. Occulo darts back home and immediately strips off before standing under the hot jet of water from the shower, sobbing uncontrollably. The monster has tears, and they stung like acid in his eyes.
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The Joy
26th December 2015. 2:30am
Occulo opened one eye and gazed at the time. 02:30. A few hours more sleep before some major fucking intense training. He was alone, against his will but for his own good. Bonnie had told him she won’t bother him until he picks her up from the crowd with the TV Title belt draped over his shoulder. Occulo felt a great happiness. This Sunday night he’s going to walk out of One the TV Title Champion and the ladder he was climbing would start to be flanked by clouds. Opportunity was knocking on every door at the moment, and he would answer them with a warm smile and firm handshake.
Just then the door opened, as if on cue and Bonnie stood proud as punch. Occulo went to speak but she silenced him with a single index finger to her lips. She unzipped her coat and threw it to the floor, revealing….everything. She bent down to unzip her long black boots but decided that sex is just that much hotter with the smell of leather. She ripped the duvet from the bed and slowly crawled on to him, ensuring every inch of her naked body kissed every inch of his.
Bonnie: Fuck me, Champ
They embraced the twilight and warmed the cold with their unbridled passion. Bonnie knew what Occulo was going to face soon and had experienced first hand how dangerous The Cold is. So just for one night of orgasmic and blissful love, they truly felt happy. For the love of life and what their future held, for the sound of church bells and the cry of their offspring and just the simple warmth of their connected hands, for how desperately they need each other, for every step they had taken together, nothing would part them whether it be from this world or another.
Occulo’s fingertips sunk deeply into Bonnie’s smooth, tanned thigh as immeasurable pleasure coursed through their veins. He exhaled deeply and rested his head on her shoulder, kissing her softly and slowly.
Bonnie: Fuck….
Occulo: Yuh huh
He carried on kissing her slowly as her hands slowly lowered onto his back
Bonnie: I love you so much
Occulo: I love you Bonnie. But I’m not going to get much sleep before training now, damn it. Looks like I’ll have to spend all day
fucking you instead.
Bonnie: Ha. As much as I’d like that, you have a title to win sir.
Occulo: I sure do.
She stroked his hair and looked up at the ceiling with concern
Bonnie: Listen…about this thing with your Dad…please…please make sure you come back to me
Occulo: You have nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine. Everything will get better when he’s gone. I don’t want our kids to ever meet that man.
Bonnie: Woah-sorry, our kids? That was a real condom right?
Occulo: (laughs) Oh I promise.
Bonnie: Easy on the kid talk Occy, you scared me then
Occulo laughs
Occulo: Don’t worry, I have plenty to do before I start worrying about that
Bonnie: Like what?
Occulo: Oh I don’t know, fighting to the top of the company? Becoming champion of the world?
Bonnie: Alright big man. Let me know if you need a tag partner
Occulo: Alright, tag you’re in.
Bonnie: Okay
She rolls over and pins Occulo down as we
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The Fear
26th December 2015. 2:30am
Occulo’s eyes lay wide open, staring at the LED display on his clock. This night is the longest he’s ever faced. The minutes passing by like hours. The duvet was thrown to the ground long ago, as sweat sits on him like dew on a morning meadow.
What will happen after he’s gone?
Won’t they ask where he is?
He’ll be reported missing and I’ll be questioned by police, what do I say to them?
What is Bonnie thinking of me right now?
What if I do see him again, what will he say…or do?
How can I live with myself after doing this?
What if I’m wrong and I’m over-reacting?
Question after question flooded his mind. He considered calling the whole thing off….but Morte is waiting…and Morte won’t forgive him if he doesn’t produce. It’s kill or be killed. He sat up in bed and felt a rush of adrenaline rush through his body, hyperventilating in a cold, shivering sweat. He got to his feet and rushed to the bathroom, vomiting in the toilet.
Occulo: I can’t…I…Dad…
He wretched a few more times and splashed some cold water on his face. He dried it off and walked over to the window, opening it for some fresh air. The city lay asleep. Some sleeping like a baby without a worry in the world, some maybe staring out of their windows, silently screaming into the night. He just wanted to take Bonnie by the hand and jet off as far from here as he could. He realised there was no way out from this. He traps his Father in the other world and lives with the guilt for the rest of his life, or goes back on his word and risks the wrath of a short changed Morte. He looked over to his desk and took out a pen from a drawer, along with a sheet of paper.
Dear Bonnie
I hope this reaches you well. I have never been happier in my life than the days I spent with you. I have now come to realise just how massively important you are, and how dependant I am on you. This decision I have taken with my Father is chiselling away at my mind and I cannot sleep without wondering what will happen to me and you. I cannot bare these constant panic attacks about your safety Bonnie. Please, when you find this note, start a new life somewhere beautiful. You are my soul mate and I only want the best for you. Tell my Father I’m sorry.
Take care Bonnie, my love
JM
He set the paper down and rested a glass paperweight on top of it. He made his way over to the window and stared down at the concrete below.
Occulo: Bonnie….Dad…I’m sorry, I love you
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath
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Occulo violently blasted away at the punching bag, the TV Title on his mind…body and soul. John Mullins stood behind him watching him with great care and attention.
Mullins: Alright take a break
Occulo ignores him and carries on firing blast after blast
Hey, you hear me?
Occulo: Dustin Beaver is going down, Dustin Beaver is going down, Dustin Beaver is going down
Mullins: HEY
Occulo fired one last shot and took a breather
Occulo: Yeah…yeah let’s take a break
He grabbed his coconut water and sat down on a workout bench.
Mullins: That was pretty fierce
Occulo: Yeah? It helps when you imagine the bag is that cunt Beaver’s face
Mullins: Ha, he is a hideous little reptile isn’t he?
Occulo: Yes sir.
Mullins: Right I gotta go pinch a loaf. See you soon.
Occulo rolled his eyes as his Dad left the room.
Occulo: Hideous little reptile. You know Dustin that’s the smartest thing I think he’s ever said. Cos you are hideous. You’re a nauseating rat. I’m going to take absolutely immense pleasure in taking that belt from you. Because you don’t deserve it. You’re no wrestler. There are so many more deserving people in this fed, especially me. You see Dustin, it’s all very clear to me.
We have no communication whatsoever, staying out of each other’s way and not batting an eyelash at each other in the corridor. Then suddenly I’m a contendor for your TV Title. So what happens then? A threat has wandered in to your life and you grab whatever resource you have to help protect you. You fucking coward. How very typical of slimy little good for nothings like you. What did I do in response to your attacks on me Dustin? Did I get a band of people together and wait til you’re alone and gang up on you? Did I show a complete lack of faith in my abilities and get my own companions to attack me so I’d keep the title? No I fucking didn’t. I took the blows, got them patched up and bided my time.
Now here I am. I have a one on one with you and I’m going KEEP IT one on one. Bring whoever you want to that ring Dustin, go ahead. You know full well you can’t beat me. Why else would you hide behind others shaking your fist and hit me with weapons because you’re too mediocre to put up a real fight? You’re the absolute lowest I’ve faced here. The lowest of so many ranks. I know Joey was an absolute nightmare to me, but you know what? He ALWAYS confronted me one on one. You, you’re just a scared little child. You’ll lie to yourself and convince your own intoxicated, influenced mind that “Hrm, I’m Dustin Beaver, Occulo you want to fight me, fight my bodyguards”. GRADE. A. CUNT.
Dustin, you chose to be a wrestler on a whim, just a quiet, lonely night you hit a number on your remote and a WCF show came on. You in your sheer emptiness shrugged your shoulders and nodded. Head hit pillow and here you are throwing your toys out the pram because someone is going to ruin your fun.
You want to know what I think of Beachkrew Dustin? Well I couldn’t give two fucks about them. Fuck them. You have them wrapped around your finger, summoning them when you can’t play with the big boys and I understand that. You’re a weak and pathetic little moron who just has no idea how to accomplish something off your own back. The only thing I care about in this company is that belt that has the misfortune of being attached to your greasy leather hips. I’m going to take you on alone and I’ll go through whoever or whatever you throw at me. Because I have something you can’t even spell – determination. I want that belt to further my career and progress my way up the ladder of the company. You want it as a status symbol. You think you’re something you’re not. You think you have the world in the palm of your hand and we all look on in awe and disgust when you stand there in your little bright pink underwear, then you snort derisively because we’re “old fashioned” and we probably need to get with the times.
You’re a happy meal toy choked up by a 13 year old. A wannabe Barbie doll who needs melting down. I can’t wait to face you in the ring and smash that smarmy little face in. Believe it or not Dustin, you’re a helpless, desperate product who can’t see reality if it hit you in the face. But it will, you better fucking “beavelieve” that.
Mullins walks back in and claps his hands
Mullins: Right. Where were we?
Occulo takes a deep breath and looks at his watch. A massive stab of nervousness courses through his insides. Shit…it’s 3pm on the day when Mullins would disappear forever.
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The One
Saturday 26th December 2016. 06:00am
Occulo sat in his room staring out the window as the sun peaked over the horizon, a slight faint red glow just making itself known. He grabbed his phone and swallowed a gulp of nervousness. That night had been a long one and the sorrow that filled his soul had been washed away. The monster was about to claim his victim. The joy was to come. The fear had no space to take over. He wouldn’t let it.
Occulo: Dad? Morning. What do you say to some outdoor cardio this morning? I know a place. I’ll text you the location. Okay, see you soon.
And that was it. It’s time Mullins, time to face up to your crimes. Hell is real…sort of, but Occulo had found the closest thing to it, and he’s not going to pass up the opportunity to send a man who belongs there.
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Occulo stared up at The Hill. Adrenalin absolutely surging through every vein in his body. He was absolutely ready for this. Shit was about to go down. Justice was about to be served. He jumped out of his skin as he heard that all so familiar voice…except…it wasn’t him. Stood behind him…was Frigus.
Occulo: Frigus?! What…what are you doing here?
Frigus: I’ve come to stop you Occulo. Don’t do this.
No, not this.
Occulo: How did…Morte right?
Frigus: I know what goes on Occulo, remember, from the Lighthouse I can see everything. Handing your Father over to Morte is not the answer.
Occulo: This is happening Frigus. There’s nothing you can do or say that’s stopping me here.
Frigus sighs and shakes his head
Frigus: Perhaps not. But there is someone who can.
Occulo looks up alarmed as The Cold materialises in front of him.
The Cold: Occulo
Occulo: No, you’re not stopping me. I won’t….I WON’T FAIL NOW.
The Cold: Your time has come.
The blade he used to stab Bonnie materialises into his hand.
Occulo: I’ll kill you. I won’t let you…any of you to stop me. My Father has done things you can’t even comprehend. You have no
right….YOU HAVE NO RIGHT.
He hears a car stop behind him and out of it steps Mullins.
Mullins: Who the fuck are these guys?
This couldn’t have gone worse. He’s going to have three people baying for his blood.
The Cold: Well…are you going to tell him Occulo? Are you going to tell him why you’ve brought him here?
Mullins: What? What the fuck are you supposed to be?
Occulo looks up at Frigus and punches him to the ground, before tackling The Cold and elbowing him in the throat.
Occulo: THIS ENDS MY WAY
Mullins: Son, what the fuck is going on?
Occulo grabs The Cold’s blade and anxiously points it at the mercurial figure.
Occulo: Dad…
The Cold: He brought-
Occulo drives the blade straight through The Cold’s chest
Mullins: CHRIST
The Cold gasps and reaches forward to Occulo
The Cold: You won’t succeed…you’ll never succeed…
He dissipates into the air along with his blade.
Mullins: TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
Occulo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The sky above them starts to blur and the air becomes extremely cold. Mullins steps back, terrified. Occulo remains with his eyes closed, staring directly at the ground.
Occulo: You…you unimaginable bastard.
Mullins: What?
Occulo: I cannot even begin to tell you how much hatred I have for you. I absolutely detest you. Do you really think that after everything you’ve done to me and everybody I love that I’d just let you back into my life?
Mullins: You-
Occulo: Shut up. You have done nothing but hurt me since I was a child. You’ve hurt countless people, tore their lives to shreds. You almost ended my career. I do something I love doing more than anything in the world and you tried to take that from me because I wanted you to have nothing to do with it. And top it all off, Dad, you tried to rape my girlfriend whilst you were absolutely smashed. I’ve done with forgiving you.
Mullins smiles and slowly claps
Mullins: Well fucking well. What the fuck did I expect from a little fucking pussy like you?
Occulo: Little fucking pussy?
Mullins: You fucking heard you bastard. So what are we gonna do? Fist fight in the mud? First one to the top of the hill wins?
Occulo: No. You’re going to hell.
A couple of bolts of electricity shoot across the sky as the portal opens about ten feet away from them. A strong gust of wind blows towards it. Mullins slowly walks towards him, a stern, steely look in his eyes.
Mullins: Hell? You’re sending me to hell? Well you’re-
He delivers a stiff kick to Occulo’s stomach. He doubles over and splutters onto the grass.
Fucking idiot. Who do you think you are? You’re sending me to Hell?? Don’t you think I’ve been through hell every day of my fucking life? I bring my son up with a woman who did nothing but kick the shit out of you, and when I tried to leave her with you she almost puts me in the ER. So I spend every single fucking day living with this rage, this sense of defeat that I couldn’t make you happy and protect you. Then when we finally start to get on, I bring you success and happiness, and then you completely out of the blue tell me to pack my bags. You’re an ungrateful cunt Occulo. If anyone deserves to go to hell, it’s you.
Morte reaches through the portal and hovers above the grass
Morte: I’m taking one of you. I will wait no longer. I either take flesh and blood with me or I bring flames to this world.
Occulo gets to his feet and slowly embraces his Father
Occulo: I’m sorry Dad.
Mullins: You’re sorry?
Occulo: I love you. Come on.
Mullins: When will you ever learn? You, fucking take him.
Occulo’s eyes widen. He called his fucking bluff. He grabs Mullins by the throat
Occulo: Let's stay in hell together then, hey Dad?
They both disappear into the portal. Just then, a black car smashes through the fence at the bottom of The Hill and Blake darts out of it. He fires a single bullet which goes straight through Morte’s chest and into the portal.
Blake: Please God…for the love of humanity…
The portal shakes as Morte falls back through it. There is a massive white flash and Blake covers his eyes. The flash fades out and he lowers his hands. There is a single body laid on the grass where the portal was. He walks over and notices the body is moving.
Shaking. Occulo rolls over onto his back, laughing to himself.
Occulo: It’s over….it’s finally over.
Blake sinks to his knees with a deep exhalation. Occulo opened his eyes and stared into the beautiful blue dawn above him. Through all of the Sorrow, the Fear and the Joy, he was finally the One. The autonomous One. The champion One.
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The Sorrow
26th December 2015. 2:30am.
Occulo deeply exhales as he splashes the ice cold water in the basin across his face. He takes a couple of deep breaths and opens his eyes, staring at the man who was about to do something he had never done before. He was about to do something for himself. Not for Bonnie, not for another wrestler in the company, not for all those his Father had hurt, no, this was purely a mission to right a wrong. It was time to be the one and only.
He gazed over at his clock next to the bed. 02:30. He hadn’t had a moment’s sleep. He had a TV Title match coming up at the most prestigious event in sports entertainment, yet he didn’t feel the excitement. He felt no anticipation or anxiety. There was only one emotion coursing through his veins, and it was driving him fucking crazy. He felt weighed down by this enormous sadness that sat in his stomach. A dull ache. An ache that intensified every time he thought about him. JUST…GO AWAY. He sniggered at his own patheticness and ripped the plug from the basin.
Do. Not. Cave.
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He flipped his hood over his head and stepped out on to the street. Can’t sleep so why not take a walk? It was raining in such a way that it wasn’t heavy, but fine. The cold in the air stung his eyes and made him nestle into his large black coat. He took a walk down the street, gazing up at the endless darkness. He considered the fact that he is about to be classified as a murderer. Sadness hits again. He convinces himself he is doing the right thing. Sadness hits again. He thinks about his future with Bonnie….and what the fuck…the sadness hits again.
He strolls up to an iron gate that is rattling under the stiff breeze which picked up in the last ten minutes. He grabs the cold, slightly rusted mechanism and slides it across, the friction uttering a tired groan, before carefully closing it and stepping through and on to a path which leads to a number of gravestones. Some are dilapidated whilst some glisten and reflect the streetlights. He however walks past these and stops in front of a white gravestone with “Clare Mullins” written on it. Nothing else. Just a name. No dates or words of reflection. This is okay, he thought, cos John Mullins won’t even get a flower scotch-taped onto the gate. He’ll get nothing. Nobody wants to commemorate a bad memory. He lightly caressed the white stone and turned around.
Staring down at him was a massive, black stone statue, holding a spear with the pointy end aiming straight for his heart. Everyone would see a soldier, a warrior battling the fear of death. Occulo saw a demon. A demon that would soon shackle his ankle and drag him in to hell with the rest of the murderers. He stared into its eyes and felt the incredible sadness again. It’s cape was flared up on both sides which looked like the demon’s wings about to take flight and spread Occulo’s evil across the world.
Occulo: I’m not a monster. I’m an exorcist you cunt.
He picks up a dislodged brick from the ground and throws it directly at the demon’s face. He feels a tightening on his shoulder, a grip that starts to knead into his tissue. He quickly swings around and throws a punch at the assailant, which connects with a crack. He soon steps back once he realises who it is.
Morte: Interesting
Morte stares at Occulo, the cut on his lip regenerating quickly.
So, it’s starting to get to you isn’t it? You thought this would be easy?
Occulo: You really think I’m that naïve? Why are you here?
Morte: Well it’s been a while Occulo. I was promised blood. I was promised a man to torment for eternity. Where is he?
Occulo: He’ll be yours. Give me 24 hours.
Morte: They’re lying to you Occulo.
Occulo: What?
Morte: Those that question my existence, The Cold’s existence.
Occulo laughs to himself and shakes his head
Occulo: Whatever. To be honest, I don’t care. The only existence I care about right now is that of my Father’s. You’re taking him and
your world is getting shut forever.
He walks up to Morte and grabs him by the throat
And you’re not going to walk this Earth ever again.
He squeezes hard and lands another punch with his other hand. Morte falls to the ground with a slight look of horror on his face.
I’m not scared of demons or monsters Morte.
He turns and starts to walk away
Morte: Why of course not, why fear your own kind John Mullins? I can’t wait to inebriate myself with your holy water, Mr Exorcist.
Occulo turns around and stares with disgust into Morte’s eyes. He flips his hood off and viciously assaults Morte, who laughs the whole way through it, further aggravating him.
You can’t kill me Mullins.
Occulo: DON’T CALL ME…
He seethes with rage, his eyes slightly glowing a dull red colour. With a roar he picks up Clare’s gravestone and smashes it down onto Morte’s skull.
You bastard…you cunt….you….
He suddenly snaps and shakes his head as if shaking a cobweb from his hair. He looks at the pieces of gravestone around Morte’s body
No…what…how could I have done this…
He hears sirens approaching the graveyard and flips his hood up again, before running towards the other end of the graveyard. Morte slowly sits up and his crushed head regenerates. He starts to cackle.
Morte: Fucking Occulo. Possession is so easy when they leave the door open.
A couple of cops approach the area as Morte dissipates. Occulo darts back home and immediately strips off before standing under the hot jet of water from the shower, sobbing uncontrollably. The monster has tears, and they stung like acid in his eyes.
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The Joy
26th December 2015. 2:30am
Occulo opened one eye and gazed at the time. 02:30. A few hours more sleep before some major fucking intense training. He was alone, against his will but for his own good. Bonnie had told him she won’t bother him until he picks her up from the crowd with the TV Title belt draped over his shoulder. Occulo felt a great happiness. This Sunday night he’s going to walk out of One the TV Title Champion and the ladder he was climbing would start to be flanked by clouds. Opportunity was knocking on every door at the moment, and he would answer them with a warm smile and firm handshake.
Just then the door opened, as if on cue and Bonnie stood proud as punch. Occulo went to speak but she silenced him with a single index finger to her lips. She unzipped her coat and threw it to the floor, revealing….everything. She bent down to unzip her long black boots but decided that sex is just that much hotter with the smell of leather. She ripped the duvet from the bed and slowly crawled on to him, ensuring every inch of her naked body kissed every inch of his.
Bonnie: Fuck me, Champ
They embraced the twilight and warmed the cold with their unbridled passion. Bonnie knew what Occulo was going to face soon and had experienced first hand how dangerous The Cold is. So just for one night of orgasmic and blissful love, they truly felt happy. For the love of life and what their future held, for the sound of church bells and the cry of their offspring and just the simple warmth of their connected hands, for how desperately they need each other, for every step they had taken together, nothing would part them whether it be from this world or another.
Occulo’s fingertips sunk deeply into Bonnie’s smooth, tanned thigh as immeasurable pleasure coursed through their veins. He exhaled deeply and rested his head on her shoulder, kissing her softly and slowly.
Bonnie: Fuck….
Occulo: Yuh huh
He carried on kissing her slowly as her hands slowly lowered onto his back
Bonnie: I love you so much
Occulo: I love you Bonnie. But I’m not going to get much sleep before training now, damn it. Looks like I’ll have to spend all day
fucking you instead.
Bonnie: Ha. As much as I’d like that, you have a title to win sir.
Occulo: I sure do.
She stroked his hair and looked up at the ceiling with concern
Bonnie: Listen…about this thing with your Dad…please…please make sure you come back to me
Occulo: You have nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine. Everything will get better when he’s gone. I don’t want our kids to ever meet that man.
Bonnie: Woah-sorry, our kids? That was a real condom right?
Occulo: (laughs) Oh I promise.
Bonnie: Easy on the kid talk Occy, you scared me then
Occulo laughs
Occulo: Don’t worry, I have plenty to do before I start worrying about that
Bonnie: Like what?
Occulo: Oh I don’t know, fighting to the top of the company? Becoming champion of the world?
Bonnie: Alright big man. Let me know if you need a tag partner
Occulo: Alright, tag you’re in.
Bonnie: Okay
She rolls over and pins Occulo down as we
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The Fear
26th December 2015. 2:30am
Occulo’s eyes lay wide open, staring at the LED display on his clock. This night is the longest he’s ever faced. The minutes passing by like hours. The duvet was thrown to the ground long ago, as sweat sits on him like dew on a morning meadow.
What will happen after he’s gone?
Won’t they ask where he is?
He’ll be reported missing and I’ll be questioned by police, what do I say to them?
What is Bonnie thinking of me right now?
What if I do see him again, what will he say…or do?
How can I live with myself after doing this?
What if I’m wrong and I’m over-reacting?
Question after question flooded his mind. He considered calling the whole thing off….but Morte is waiting…and Morte won’t forgive him if he doesn’t produce. It’s kill or be killed. He sat up in bed and felt a rush of adrenaline rush through his body, hyperventilating in a cold, shivering sweat. He got to his feet and rushed to the bathroom, vomiting in the toilet.
Occulo: I can’t…I…Dad…
He wretched a few more times and splashed some cold water on his face. He dried it off and walked over to the window, opening it for some fresh air. The city lay asleep. Some sleeping like a baby without a worry in the world, some maybe staring out of their windows, silently screaming into the night. He just wanted to take Bonnie by the hand and jet off as far from here as he could. He realised there was no way out from this. He traps his Father in the other world and lives with the guilt for the rest of his life, or goes back on his word and risks the wrath of a short changed Morte. He looked over to his desk and took out a pen from a drawer, along with a sheet of paper.
Dear Bonnie
I hope this reaches you well. I have never been happier in my life than the days I spent with you. I have now come to realise just how massively important you are, and how dependant I am on you. This decision I have taken with my Father is chiselling away at my mind and I cannot sleep without wondering what will happen to me and you. I cannot bare these constant panic attacks about your safety Bonnie. Please, when you find this note, start a new life somewhere beautiful. You are my soul mate and I only want the best for you. Tell my Father I’m sorry.
Take care Bonnie, my love
JM
He set the paper down and rested a glass paperweight on top of it. He made his way over to the window and stared down at the concrete below.
Occulo: Bonnie….Dad…I’m sorry, I love you
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath
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Occulo violently blasted away at the punching bag, the TV Title on his mind…body and soul. John Mullins stood behind him watching him with great care and attention.
Mullins: Alright take a break
Occulo ignores him and carries on firing blast after blast
Hey, you hear me?
Occulo: Dustin Beaver is going down, Dustin Beaver is going down, Dustin Beaver is going down
Mullins: HEY
Occulo fired one last shot and took a breather
Occulo: Yeah…yeah let’s take a break
He grabbed his coconut water and sat down on a workout bench.
Mullins: That was pretty fierce
Occulo: Yeah? It helps when you imagine the bag is that cunt Beaver’s face
Mullins: Ha, he is a hideous little reptile isn’t he?
Occulo: Yes sir.
Mullins: Right I gotta go pinch a loaf. See you soon.
Occulo rolled his eyes as his Dad left the room.
Occulo: Hideous little reptile. You know Dustin that’s the smartest thing I think he’s ever said. Cos you are hideous. You’re a nauseating rat. I’m going to take absolutely immense pleasure in taking that belt from you. Because you don’t deserve it. You’re no wrestler. There are so many more deserving people in this fed, especially me. You see Dustin, it’s all very clear to me.
We have no communication whatsoever, staying out of each other’s way and not batting an eyelash at each other in the corridor. Then suddenly I’m a contendor for your TV Title. So what happens then? A threat has wandered in to your life and you grab whatever resource you have to help protect you. You fucking coward. How very typical of slimy little good for nothings like you. What did I do in response to your attacks on me Dustin? Did I get a band of people together and wait til you’re alone and gang up on you? Did I show a complete lack of faith in my abilities and get my own companions to attack me so I’d keep the title? No I fucking didn’t. I took the blows, got them patched up and bided my time.
Now here I am. I have a one on one with you and I’m going KEEP IT one on one. Bring whoever you want to that ring Dustin, go ahead. You know full well you can’t beat me. Why else would you hide behind others shaking your fist and hit me with weapons because you’re too mediocre to put up a real fight? You’re the absolute lowest I’ve faced here. The lowest of so many ranks. I know Joey was an absolute nightmare to me, but you know what? He ALWAYS confronted me one on one. You, you’re just a scared little child. You’ll lie to yourself and convince your own intoxicated, influenced mind that “Hrm, I’m Dustin Beaver, Occulo you want to fight me, fight my bodyguards”. GRADE. A. CUNT.
Dustin, you chose to be a wrestler on a whim, just a quiet, lonely night you hit a number on your remote and a WCF show came on. You in your sheer emptiness shrugged your shoulders and nodded. Head hit pillow and here you are throwing your toys out the pram because someone is going to ruin your fun.
You want to know what I think of Beachkrew Dustin? Well I couldn’t give two fucks about them. Fuck them. You have them wrapped around your finger, summoning them when you can’t play with the big boys and I understand that. You’re a weak and pathetic little moron who just has no idea how to accomplish something off your own back. The only thing I care about in this company is that belt that has the misfortune of being attached to your greasy leather hips. I’m going to take you on alone and I’ll go through whoever or whatever you throw at me. Because I have something you can’t even spell – determination. I want that belt to further my career and progress my way up the ladder of the company. You want it as a status symbol. You think you’re something you’re not. You think you have the world in the palm of your hand and we all look on in awe and disgust when you stand there in your little bright pink underwear, then you snort derisively because we’re “old fashioned” and we probably need to get with the times.
You’re a happy meal toy choked up by a 13 year old. A wannabe Barbie doll who needs melting down. I can’t wait to face you in the ring and smash that smarmy little face in. Believe it or not Dustin, you’re a helpless, desperate product who can’t see reality if it hit you in the face. But it will, you better fucking “beavelieve” that.
Mullins walks back in and claps his hands
Mullins: Right. Where were we?
Occulo takes a deep breath and looks at his watch. A massive stab of nervousness courses through his insides. Shit…it’s 3pm on the day when Mullins would disappear forever.
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The One
Saturday 26th December 2016. 06:00am
Occulo sat in his room staring out the window as the sun peaked over the horizon, a slight faint red glow just making itself known. He grabbed his phone and swallowed a gulp of nervousness. That night had been a long one and the sorrow that filled his soul had been washed away. The monster was about to claim his victim. The joy was to come. The fear had no space to take over. He wouldn’t let it.
Occulo: Dad? Morning. What do you say to some outdoor cardio this morning? I know a place. I’ll text you the location. Okay, see you soon.
And that was it. It’s time Mullins, time to face up to your crimes. Hell is real…sort of, but Occulo had found the closest thing to it, and he’s not going to pass up the opportunity to send a man who belongs there.
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Occulo stared up at The Hill. Adrenalin absolutely surging through every vein in his body. He was absolutely ready for this. Shit was about to go down. Justice was about to be served. He jumped out of his skin as he heard that all so familiar voice…except…it wasn’t him. Stood behind him…was Frigus.
Occulo: Frigus?! What…what are you doing here?
Frigus: I’ve come to stop you Occulo. Don’t do this.
No, not this.
Occulo: How did…Morte right?
Frigus: I know what goes on Occulo, remember, from the Lighthouse I can see everything. Handing your Father over to Morte is not the answer.
Occulo: This is happening Frigus. There’s nothing you can do or say that’s stopping me here.
Frigus sighs and shakes his head
Frigus: Perhaps not. But there is someone who can.
Occulo looks up alarmed as The Cold materialises in front of him.
The Cold: Occulo
Occulo: No, you’re not stopping me. I won’t….I WON’T FAIL NOW.
The Cold: Your time has come.
The blade he used to stab Bonnie materialises into his hand.
Occulo: I’ll kill you. I won’t let you…any of you to stop me. My Father has done things you can’t even comprehend. You have no
right….YOU HAVE NO RIGHT.
He hears a car stop behind him and out of it steps Mullins.
Mullins: Who the fuck are these guys?
This couldn’t have gone worse. He’s going to have three people baying for his blood.
The Cold: Well…are you going to tell him Occulo? Are you going to tell him why you’ve brought him here?
Mullins: What? What the fuck are you supposed to be?
Occulo looks up at Frigus and punches him to the ground, before tackling The Cold and elbowing him in the throat.
Occulo: THIS ENDS MY WAY
Mullins: Son, what the fuck is going on?
Occulo grabs The Cold’s blade and anxiously points it at the mercurial figure.
Occulo: Dad…
The Cold: He brought-
Occulo drives the blade straight through The Cold’s chest
Mullins: CHRIST
The Cold gasps and reaches forward to Occulo
The Cold: You won’t succeed…you’ll never succeed…
He dissipates into the air along with his blade.
Mullins: TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
Occulo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The sky above them starts to blur and the air becomes extremely cold. Mullins steps back, terrified. Occulo remains with his eyes closed, staring directly at the ground.
Occulo: You…you unimaginable bastard.
Mullins: What?
Occulo: I cannot even begin to tell you how much hatred I have for you. I absolutely detest you. Do you really think that after everything you’ve done to me and everybody I love that I’d just let you back into my life?
Mullins: You-
Occulo: Shut up. You have done nothing but hurt me since I was a child. You’ve hurt countless people, tore their lives to shreds. You almost ended my career. I do something I love doing more than anything in the world and you tried to take that from me because I wanted you to have nothing to do with it. And top it all off, Dad, you tried to rape my girlfriend whilst you were absolutely smashed. I’ve done with forgiving you.
Mullins smiles and slowly claps
Mullins: Well fucking well. What the fuck did I expect from a little fucking pussy like you?
Occulo: Little fucking pussy?
Mullins: You fucking heard you bastard. So what are we gonna do? Fist fight in the mud? First one to the top of the hill wins?
Occulo: No. You’re going to hell.
A couple of bolts of electricity shoot across the sky as the portal opens about ten feet away from them. A strong gust of wind blows towards it. Mullins slowly walks towards him, a stern, steely look in his eyes.
Mullins: Hell? You’re sending me to hell? Well you’re-
He delivers a stiff kick to Occulo’s stomach. He doubles over and splutters onto the grass.
Fucking idiot. Who do you think you are? You’re sending me to Hell?? Don’t you think I’ve been through hell every day of my fucking life? I bring my son up with a woman who did nothing but kick the shit out of you, and when I tried to leave her with you she almost puts me in the ER. So I spend every single fucking day living with this rage, this sense of defeat that I couldn’t make you happy and protect you. Then when we finally start to get on, I bring you success and happiness, and then you completely out of the blue tell me to pack my bags. You’re an ungrateful cunt Occulo. If anyone deserves to go to hell, it’s you.
Morte reaches through the portal and hovers above the grass
Morte: I’m taking one of you. I will wait no longer. I either take flesh and blood with me or I bring flames to this world.
Occulo gets to his feet and slowly embraces his Father
Occulo: I’m sorry Dad.
Mullins: You’re sorry?
Occulo: I love you. Come on.
Mullins: When will you ever learn? You, fucking take him.
Occulo’s eyes widen. He called his fucking bluff. He grabs Mullins by the throat
Occulo: Let's stay in hell together then, hey Dad?
They both disappear into the portal. Just then, a black car smashes through the fence at the bottom of The Hill and Blake darts out of it. He fires a single bullet which goes straight through Morte’s chest and into the portal.
Blake: Please God…for the love of humanity…
The portal shakes as Morte falls back through it. There is a massive white flash and Blake covers his eyes. The flash fades out and he lowers his hands. There is a single body laid on the grass where the portal was. He walks over and notices the body is moving.
Shaking. Occulo rolls over onto his back, laughing to himself.
Occulo: It’s over….it’s finally over.
Blake sinks to his knees with a deep exhalation. Occulo opened his eyes and stared into the beautiful blue dawn above him. Through all of the Sorrow, the Fear and the Joy, he was finally the One. The autonomous One. The champion One.
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