Bitter Musings of a Dark Unfold
Jan 6, 2019 9:24:41 GMT -5
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Post by Noble Savage on Jan 6, 2019 9:24:41 GMT -5
Noble Savage Roleplay #1
ONE Pay Per View
Noble Savage vs. Bonnie Blue vs. Odin Balfore vs. Alex Richards
"Bitter Musings of a Dark Unfold"
Word Count: 5,000
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PART 1: A BALLAD OF WORMS
We are greeted by a black screen as the following words fade in:
The voice of Noble Savage is heard as the letters fade back to black.
NOBLE:
“This isn't my first Ballad… It's the same song and dance.”
The scene fades in and we see a parking lot under pouring rain during a dark evening. As the camera pans over, we notice that our view is from inside a parked vehicle. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, is none other than Noble Savage. She licks her lips while looking away from us.
NOBLE:
“The guilt has been haunting me for quite some time. Disaster is inevitable, and it will be carried out by my hands. The best I could do is postpone it, but that will only prolong the sorrow. The ancients called it Tristitia… Sadness… It’s a feeling of hopelessness, and it is fueled by the desire to see others do well. I had high hopes that Bonnie Blue would be doing well, but I was massively let down.”
Noble Savage turns now and looks at us. She seems eerily depressed. Her slightly pouted lips are shining from the condensation of her steamy breathing. Her nose is slightly reddened and her eyes are a bit watery. She offers a smile that shyly hides itself behind a concerned scoff.
NOBLE:
“I went out of my way to make sure The Daughter of Time became champion, but now she has become unworthy of the gold she holds. And that is also contributing to the eternal sadness… But it is even more saddening when you realize that it is I who must bring an end to her title reign. I wanted her to do well, I really did. But let’s face it, Lady… You and I both knew Bonnie wasn’t strong enough to complete the circle. And so, begun our Dance of Sorrow. The poor champ has no idea what types of horrors await her when I finally stop holding back and unleash at least a quarter of the force of my might upon her to rip that gold from her waist. I heard that some fans even think it is Odin who she should be more weary of instead of me. But I am the one who will bring forth disaster, unfortunately… There is nothing anyone can do about it… Even I can’t do anything about it, I’ve tried. It isn’t Odin, and it isn’t Alex… It is Brandi who will end the Daughter of Time’s short reign. But, why does it have to be me? I… Actually love Bonnie…”
Lady Abernathy, who is sitting in the driver seat, extends her hand out toward Noble Savage. She consoles Brandi by gently caressing her forehead, and parts of her hair. Lady Abernathy's black fingernails find their way down Noble Savage's cheek alongside a lonely tear that escapes her left eye. Suddenly, Lady Abernathy thrusts her hand at Noble Savage's throat and squeezes. Noble Savage gags a bit and coughs with a choking halt while trying to grab Lady Abernathy's arm.
NOBLE:
“Let… Me go… Can't breathe…”
Lady Abernathy does not let go, but as the camera zooms closer to the grip she as on her throat, we suddenly see Lady Abernathy's face come in closer to Noble Savage's, but from the back seat. It goes against logic that she would be in the back seat holding Noble Savage with her left hand when she was just in the driver's seat holding her with her right hand, but this doesn't seem to surprise Noble Savage at all. What surprises her is the fact that Lady Abernathy speaks.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You… Who are without a heart, find weakness in loving your prey?”
NOBLE:
“Your voice… It's so… Oh my G-- Ahh! Let go of my throat, Lady, please!”
As Noble Savage fights to get Lady Abernathy's grip off from her throat, suddenly her passenger door opens. Noble Savage stops struggling and notices that it is her own hands grabbing at her throat. She turns around to see why her door opened and it is Lady Abernathy standing outside of the car with her hand on the handle. Noble Savage slowly steps out of the car while rubbing her throat and neck.
They go around the diner and past the dumpster area. There is a chain link fence with the bottom slightly warped, which Lady Abernathy raises higher to get Noble Savage to go under it. Once Noble Savage stands straight on the other side, she sees that Lady Abernathy is already in front of her, and they continue to walk past bushes and stumps.
NOBLE:
“Bonnie Blue is not my prey. Not on a spiritual level at least. I'm only setting out to take that gold from her in the best interest of the greater good. Alex Richards is not my prey either. He is just unfortunate enough to have been added to my plate while I was hungry. Alex is the side of broccoli that no one ever asked for but is forced to eat anyway or you don't get dessert. Bonnie would be the potatoes, I guess, if I may keep this metaphor going. But Odin Balfore is my main course. He is the twelve ounce sirloin I've been eyeing, dying to tear apart since even before War. Because he stands for everything I loathe. He is the one who represents the ignorance of a world gone insane, not the Time Witch. The All Father is the one who should suffer the burn of a thousand suns. Bonnie Blue is simply the one who holds the gold. Odin, on the other hand, holds the attention of the feeble minded. The masses that praise the invisible benevolence of an absent God instead of embracing their spiritual connections with nature itself. It is Odin, not Bonnie, who has aided in the blinding of innocent people. For years, decades, and even centuries… Gods like him have done nothing but divide, while the once and future King has always aimed to bring us all together.”
After the brief walk through the damaged woods, Lady Abernathy arrives at an old log cabin, that has a wooden sign with the words ‘NO TRESPASSING’ carved in the front. The rain is coming down quite hard, and although Noble Savage and Lady Abernathy do not seem to be reacting to it, their clothes are drenched. But oddly enough, there is a vividly flaming torch just in front of the entrance to the log cabin that also seems unaffected by the downpour.
NOBLE:
“This isn't the hotel we booked.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Inside. Now.”
Noble Savage nods to the words spoken and walks in to the log cabin as Lady Abernathy holds the door open. The door suddenly slams shut and Noble Savage finds herself in the dark for a split second before a gas lamp is sparked to full brightness a few feet in front of her. It is being held by Lady Abernathy.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Sit.”
Noble Savage looks around and sees a rocking chair next to a counter by the furnace. She sits in the rocking chair and looks up at Lady Abernathy, who is unexpressively making heavy eye contact.
NOBLE:
“So, oh quiet one, now that you've become quite the chatterbox, do you care to tell me why you brought me here?”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You are right about Wednesday's Child. But you must renounce your allegiance to Time's Daughter. I brought you here because there is someone you need to speak to.”
NOBLE:
“Who?”
VOICE OF WEEPING WIDOW:
“Me.”
Noble Savage looks around as if she recognizes the voice but can't figure out where it came from. Lady Abernathy walks toward a fireplace by the wall and ignites the logs. We now see that there is another rocking chair just beside the fireplace. In this rocking chair sits an almost fleshless woman, whose skin is nearly transparent. We can see her green veins pulsating as they struggle to pump blood through her thinly covered corpse. The skin on her face seems to attempt a smile, but the lack of muscle and flesh just makes her skull more visible as tears flow from her deep eyes and dry into her cheeks.
WEEPING WIDOW:
“You've grown so much, my dear Brandi.”
NOBLE:
“Mo… Mother?”
WEEPING WIDOW:
“Your father was a fanatic to the All Father, Brandi. He used to bring you to every show.”
NOBLE:
“Back up, how are you here? I thought--
WEEPING WIDOW:
“He knew I did not approve of the worshipping of such deities, but still he brought you to him… I nearly lost you that night, had it not been for Lady Abernathy.”
NOBLE:
“Is this about Odin? I don't understand, mother. Are you saying you SENT Lady for me?”
WEEPING WIDOW:
“Yes. Your father was a worshipper of the false God and he paid the unfortunate price. I turned to the sisterhood to rescue you from following his unfortunate path. In exchange for your protection, the Lady Abernathy held on to my soul.”
NOBLE:
“So, you sacrificed my father to protect me? But then sacrificed your own soul as well? For what?!”
WEEPING WIDOW:
“No. I gave my soul to Lady Abernathy as collateral, because I knew if she kept her word, you would become the soul witch and I would be able to speak to you once more. But if she did not keep her word, then I might as well have no soul, for I would not be able to see my daughter rise. So, my self ‘sacrifice’ was more of a bargain. Your father, however, is another story.”
NOBLE:
“So, that night… When Savage took that woman's life, and the cops took my father, was that--
WEEPING WIDOW:
“Those were not cops… They were messengers sent to retrieve his tainted soul and get him as far away from you as possible.”
NOBLE:
“And when Lady Abernathy found me, she said you were waiting for me, but she never brought me to you…”
WEEPING WIDOW:
“Well, now she has… And in good timing as well. I needed to ask of you, to beg you, to please… Undo everything that The All Father has done. Shun him, Brandi. He is the the reason I was left with no choice but to sacrifice your father to the enlightened ones, to ensure your path was never deviated. You are part of me, Brandi, you are one of us.”
NOBLE:
“But what about the Time Witch?”
WEEPING WIDOW:
“Just as you, Abernathy and I had confidence in her power, until she decided to extinguish her own flame with that insipid swine named Rabid. I am not concerned with her. If she was weak enough to fall into the arms of that man, then she will never be powerful enough to stand against you. She has the gold you need. That's all you need to know. But if it is redemption you seek, you're more than welcome to speak your peace to the ancient ones.”
NOBLE:
“So, Bonnie Blue did not just let me down. She let herself down, she let the guardians down, she let the higher order of witches down, and she even let the ancient ones down…”
A purple glow flashes over the eyes of Noble Savage. The concerned look on her face now morphs into a more angered one and her lips give way to a subtle sneer as her following words come with a raspy undertone.
SAVAGE:
“The ancient ones will have their justice.”
Fade to black.
PART 2: WHERE THE SERPENTS ROAM
A beach side at the crack of dawn is the visual that greets us. There is a bonfire that has obviously been on all night and is now dying down. Surrounding this bonfire is a pile of squirming snakes, and Noble Savage sits on a rock in front of them. She grabs one of the snakes and puckers up to its face as if blowing a kiss.
SAVAGE:
“I was meant to be where I am today. It was no mistake, but I just never thought I would have to be here alone. I thought my fellow witches in the WCF would have been at my side and that we would be lead by a very powerful Daughter of Time… But I was wrong… Dead wrong. Upon my arrival to the WCF, I was destined to be physically stranded, yet mentally free. But in my naiveté, I tried to undo that. Noble wanted to have me beaten out of her, and it did not work. It took Noble a short few weeks to figure out that she was roaming in a pit full of snakes and that she would need me in order to survive. Our bond grew and so did our dominance. We were lead to the side of the Time Witch and it seemed as high hope for fulfillment. But she, too, turned out to be another snake in the grass. The only true purpose she served was to be the messenger of the Serpent, giving me the right of passage from alumni of darkness to commander of shadows. But it was not through her own doing… It was through the Serpent's will. How naive of me to believe she could master her own might when she could not even master a fallen God. A fallen God that I helped fall. A God whose humanized blood is in my hands.”
Noble Savage sets the little snake down and another, bigger, snake begins to slither up her arm. She smiles at it and speaks to us without looking.
SAVAGE:
“But then you have this sorry excuse of a man, named Alex Richards, who loses War, and ends up in the War Winner's circle. As if my war win meant nothing. There were only two winners at War, and those two were Odin and myself. I tried to make the One season be the Season of the Witch, by making sure I earned Bonnie's title shot for her, so it is understandable that Bonnie be in the match instead of Odin. But since Odin wants his rematch during MY moment, I don't blame him. He won at War so he has a legitimate reason to be there. But Bonnie and Richards are only there because I helped them get there. Bonnie because I got her the championship title, and Alex because I let him slip away with a win out of sheer loyalty. And now in MY moment I have three people that I single-handedly helped get to where they are, all while they all looked at me as if I was the one who didn't belong… Well who is the One who doesn't belong? I earned my position in this match while the rest of you were handed to it… Handed to it by ME.”
An even bigger snake now slithers around the body of Noble Savage and the smaller ones push her up to her feet. Noble Savage rises off the ground, being made to hover by the strength of the snakes.
SAVAGE:
“To be one with nature is to know oneself. The negation of it is an invitation to doom. And you, Odin Balfore, just as Bonnie Blue and Alex Richards, have invited doom into your lives. That doom will manifest itself at One… In the form of Noble Savage.”
Noble Savage chuckles loudly with a wide grin as she the snakes play around her extended limbs. The scene fades to black with an echo of her laughter.
PART 3: UNHOLY WRATH
The loud crash of broken wood interrupts the peaceful silence of the black screen and the scene opens up with the Wrath of an intense fire inside some sort of auditorium.
There is a pregnant woman hanging upside down with her arms and feet tied to a cross. Blood and black matter, flowing from between her legs, drips and covers her stomach and chest and even parts of her anguished face.
A group of hooded figures surrounds this woman's cross and they are chanting an unintelligible hymn over and over again. Among the cloaked people, we see one that turns around and removes her hood, showing her face to us, and it is Noble Savage. She begins to speak to us with a loud growl to drown out the desperate screams of the nude pregnant woman behind her.
SAVAGE:
“You all doubt me and my capabilities, and that's why I feel I've been way too nice to my opponents so far. I've crippled and retired many, yes, but that was me taking things slow and not unleashing the true power that I possess. I've been quiet this whole time and I've been compliant, almost dormant, in comparison to what you're going to witness at One. This time I feel that taking it easy on you three would be a mortal sin, and so the goal that I have been fighting for would be worthless. You're not going to get out of this one so easily, I will bring the real fight this time, and you will see that all else I have done in WCF has been nothing compared to what I can do.”
Noble Savage spreads her arms out now as the chants from the others intensifies.
NAMELESS CLOAKS:
“Abyzou… Obizoth...Abyzou… Obizoth…”
CRYING PREGGO:
“Let go my baby… Please, my baby! Take my life but let her live…!”
Noble Savage shakes her head with intense frustration.
SAVAGE:
“This IS for your kid! ABYZOU DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU, WOMAN!!”
Noble Savage rolls her eyes and continues talking to us as the upside down cross behind her is starting to lower. The floor under the pregnant woman's head slides open to reveal even more fire than the one that surrounds them.
SAVAGE:
“Just as Obizoth gives not a damn about this woman, I do not give a damn about what the WCF Galaxy thinks, because I am fighting for a greater good that they are incapable of even fathoming, so let them boo me with the desire to see me fail, I will still triumph and take the Gold to a higher standard. And even though Noble would love nothing more than to see the Daughter of Time be raised to be her own Woman and have a fairy tale ending, I am aware that this isn't the reality the serpent has chosen for her. I now accept the fact that Bonnie Blue's world is ending and that she will be left with nothing. That is why I must take her title before she takes another STEP with it toward the insignificant downward spiral her newfound master is guiding her to. She has become a rat to Rabid, just as Alex was a rat to her.”
The woman's body has now been lowered into the fire half way and her screams are still heard, only now with a more blood curling drown. The hooded figures step in closer and one of them uses a sharp dagger to slice open her stomach. Two others now grab the screaming baby covered in blood from her womb, while a fourth cuts off the umbilical cord. They carry the baby over toward Noble Savage and lay her on a podium in front of the Soul Witch.
Noble Savage places her hand above the baby's face and begins slowly running it down toward her chest, then her stomach, then her feet.
SAVAGE:
“She wreaks of unfulfilled death… Her mother still lives.”
One of the hooded figures now pulls a lever, which causes the cross on which the pregnant woman hangs to fall freely into the fiery hole. The fire shoots up and re-establishes its previous flare. Noble Savage proceeds to use a black towel to clean the baby off, gently getting into every little inch of her while calmly growling her words.
SAVAGE:
“That's better. She almost smelled as bad as Alex did… That awful smell of confused death. Don't you dare think I have forgotten about you, Alex, you really are the most disgusting pile of vermin I have ever encountered, seemingly animated by the illusion of free will. But you will be sent back to the sewers from which you came, mark my words. You, as the archduke, could not even identify which emperor or empress you have descended from, therefore the offspring of your verminous bloodline will never know who you were either. I will make sure of it. They, too, will be rats and the same cesspool that gave birth to you will be where they will lay to be forgotten. My personal promise to you and your descendants, Alex, I will thrust my foot into your very spirit so profoundly that all your children's children will be born deformed. Trust me, nobody will do anything to save your lineage. The putrid smell of hatred that follows you shall follow them. They will not know of any archdukes or of any zimquila -whatever that even is- all they will ever know is that they live in a realm that now belongs to the witches responsible for their family's genocide. They will wish that they lived in the same protective bubble fantasy that Odin Balfore resides in... An infidel's luxury with infallible arrogance... Instead of the crude reality that Noble Savage is creating. The reality that I come from is the reality that is coming for you. I come from a place where darkness is all you see, destruction is all you crave, and dominance is all you know.”
The newborn baby is now clean and wiped down. Noble Savage grabs her by both feet and lifts her up, carrying her over to a black crib in front of an altar that shows the statue of Baphomet.
SAVAGE:
“I come from a place where Gods do not even dare enter. I come from a place where people like you, Alex Richards, cannot survive a single day. That is why I am the sum of all your fears. I am cut from a different cloth than the rest, I am another breed. I play and I prance in the fires that you avoid. I am unmoved by the same things that you all run from. I am unlike these illiterate little etceteras that walk around the WCF all muscle-headed with masks and impaired speech. I am also not like the false Norse God that does not even believe in himself when he spewes his own hype. I only speak with truth and logic, and I only speak of what I see and know. These others in the match have no idea what that is like, they haven't the slightest clue as to what it means to stand by your word.”
Noble Savage has now wrapped the baby's bottom in an old style diaper using a black rag. She splashes a hint of purple water on the baby little by little as she continues to speak.
SAVAGE:
“All they do is the same thing that YOU do, Richards, and that is tattoo over their own personalities with the attitudes of what they wish they could be. They swear they are capable of fooling the masses into believing their hype, but in all actuality we all see right through them. One is a once-true God turned piteous drunkard, and the other is a once-true Queen turned second-rate trophy wife, but you... You are a much better trickster than they are, aren't you? You're a hideous glob of goo and you only manage to trick people into thinking that is what they WANT to see. You want to be able to make a career out of bouncing back from injuries, well I have horrible news for ya, you big baby, this ain't one you're gonna bounce back from any time soon.”
A purple flame engulfs the baby and her little body is immediately charred. But instead of crying, the baby laughs until her blackened body simply disintegrates into a puff of smoke. The altar lights up and Noble Savage raises her arms in high praise.
SAVAGE:
“ABYZOU…. OBIZOTH… ABYZOU… OBIZOTH…”
The scene now fades to an all white screen.
PART 4: THE GOD PARTICLE
From the white screen we fade in and it seems Noble Savage is standing in the middle of nowhere. The background is entirely white and she is wearing a white dress. Her head is lowered and she slightly tilts it forth to look straight at the camera.
NOBLE:
“Welcome to my mind, Alex Richards … See, my mind in itself is more powerful than your entire life force. I am capable of seeing through your aura as if it were a pristine and freshly cleaned window. I see the punishments of old and the treacheries of new. I saw the seed of betrayal planted in our ranks and I tried to overcome it. But even though I did overcome that bad seed, it is obvious you and Bonnie didn't. You fell victim to the the apple of discord and now you're both in a fast descent in which no one can intervene. But lucky for you, Noble Savage is here. Noble Savage is here to do away with your pitiful doubts and misery. Noble Savage is here to return you back to the essence you came from. Back to meet your maker, and your maker is no more than a gelatinous parasitic worm. If you don't believe me, just look down at your own belly button. You'll see what used to be your connection with her wretched soul.”
Noble Savage turns away from us as if walking away, but the white setting doesn't imply any sort of movement.
NOBLE:
“In the meantime, you have people like Odin who don't even see a connection between them and their mother. That's because he gave up on his roots long ago, and now he's constantly straddling the fence between Godhood and Manhood, not knowing that fence is made from the guts of miscreants. He aims to feed his ego with his wins and championships, but the only thing that will grow is his bank account. His mind, and his soul will forever continue to shrink. I guess that's why I have become less and less expressive... I don't see the point of fighting fake men and false Gods... I only need to fight the Time Witch. I don't care who bleeds along the way, and I don't care who I have to set fire to in the process! This was supposed to be MY time and anyone else who is not me, is simply IN MY WAY! I am no longer amused by seeing the same old corpses dancing in the morgues, or as the WCF Galaxy puts it, Odin fighting Bonnie in the ring, I am more focused on bringing pride to the way of the witch by holding the Gold high above my head in triumph, proving to witches around the entire globe that it is worth it to fight fire with fire, and that it is even more worth it to fight against the system that man corrupted. This is simply due to the fact that I am sick and tired of seeing causeless idiots who simply talk and hide in alleyways or night clubs, drinking, or smoking, or doing drugs, or involving themselves in the lustful sins of mankind. Yes, that is you, Odin Balfore.”
The white background now warps indescribably and Noble Savage is standing on a golden bridge. The end and beginning of the bridge are not visible, but the background shows a deep horizon with a sun setting against a purple sky.
SAVAGE:
“The All Father, whose brain is devoid of grey matter, since your past is a white blank space, and your future is of black auger at my hands, when all the while the violent violet rains on you like a bad Prince movie from the decade you so fondly reminisce over. Now, Odin, I should introduce you to Lady Abernathy because you don't seem to know when to shut your mouth, or even how. The Lady Abernathy had me believing she was incapable of speaking for the longest time. That shows determination. She remained silent because she chose to, whereas you, simply enjoy the sound of your own voice. I have seen the sun, moon, and stars, and I have accepted the fact that you are older than all of them, but you are still missing one thing, and that is omnipotence… Your obsession with sexual references only implies that you confuse omnipotence with impotence and are in a constant struggle trying to compensate for your… Shortcomings. It has been a long time since your soul was infallible, so therefore you are no longer the God you claim to be. It takes more than a golden throne and a divine spear to be a God… It takes cunning, it takes heart, it takes… The ability to survive against foes like me. And you do not possess that, Odin. You and I have entered the ring twice in this life time and both times I have pinned your two shoulders to the mat. I beat you at Slam and I beat your entire team at the Hellimination match… What makes you think for a split second that you stand a chance against me at One?!”
The golden bridge beneath Noble Savage's feet now morphs into a giant snake and Noble Savage laughs as she rides the snake through the empty sky and it lunges at the screen, causing blackness to take place. The voice of Noble Savage is heard in the darkness.
SAVAGE:
“Odin is just One… Of my three offerings as sacrifice to the ancients.”
ONE Pay Per View
Noble Savage vs. Bonnie Blue vs. Odin Balfore vs. Alex Richards
"Bitter Musings of a Dark Unfold"
Word Count: 5,000
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PART 1: A BALLAD OF WORMS
We are greeted by a black screen as the following words fade in:
"Kill the snake of doubt in your soul,
crush the worms of fear in your heart
and mountains will move out of your way."
crush the worms of fear in your heart
and mountains will move out of your way."
-Kate Seredy
The voice of Noble Savage is heard as the letters fade back to black.
NOBLE:
“This isn't my first Ballad… It's the same song and dance.”
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 7:53 PM
The scene fades in and we see a parking lot under pouring rain during a dark evening. As the camera pans over, we notice that our view is from inside a parked vehicle. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, is none other than Noble Savage. She licks her lips while looking away from us.
NOBLE:
“The guilt has been haunting me for quite some time. Disaster is inevitable, and it will be carried out by my hands. The best I could do is postpone it, but that will only prolong the sorrow. The ancients called it Tristitia… Sadness… It’s a feeling of hopelessness, and it is fueled by the desire to see others do well. I had high hopes that Bonnie Blue would be doing well, but I was massively let down.”
Noble Savage turns now and looks at us. She seems eerily depressed. Her slightly pouted lips are shining from the condensation of her steamy breathing. Her nose is slightly reddened and her eyes are a bit watery. She offers a smile that shyly hides itself behind a concerned scoff.
NOBLE:
“I went out of my way to make sure The Daughter of Time became champion, but now she has become unworthy of the gold she holds. And that is also contributing to the eternal sadness… But it is even more saddening when you realize that it is I who must bring an end to her title reign. I wanted her to do well, I really did. But let’s face it, Lady… You and I both knew Bonnie wasn’t strong enough to complete the circle. And so, begun our Dance of Sorrow. The poor champ has no idea what types of horrors await her when I finally stop holding back and unleash at least a quarter of the force of my might upon her to rip that gold from her waist. I heard that some fans even think it is Odin who she should be more weary of instead of me. But I am the one who will bring forth disaster, unfortunately… There is nothing anyone can do about it… Even I can’t do anything about it, I’ve tried. It isn’t Odin, and it isn’t Alex… It is Brandi who will end the Daughter of Time’s short reign. But, why does it have to be me? I… Actually love Bonnie…”
Lady Abernathy, who is sitting in the driver seat, extends her hand out toward Noble Savage. She consoles Brandi by gently caressing her forehead, and parts of her hair. Lady Abernathy's black fingernails find their way down Noble Savage's cheek alongside a lonely tear that escapes her left eye. Suddenly, Lady Abernathy thrusts her hand at Noble Savage's throat and squeezes. Noble Savage gags a bit and coughs with a choking halt while trying to grab Lady Abernathy's arm.
NOBLE:
“Let… Me go… Can't breathe…”
Lady Abernathy does not let go, but as the camera zooms closer to the grip she as on her throat, we suddenly see Lady Abernathy's face come in closer to Noble Savage's, but from the back seat. It goes against logic that she would be in the back seat holding Noble Savage with her left hand when she was just in the driver's seat holding her with her right hand, but this doesn't seem to surprise Noble Savage at all. What surprises her is the fact that Lady Abernathy speaks.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You… Who are without a heart, find weakness in loving your prey?”
NOBLE:
“Your voice… It's so… Oh my G-- Ahh! Let go of my throat, Lady, please!”
As Noble Savage fights to get Lady Abernathy's grip off from her throat, suddenly her passenger door opens. Noble Savage stops struggling and notices that it is her own hands grabbing at her throat. She turns around to see why her door opened and it is Lady Abernathy standing outside of the car with her hand on the handle. Noble Savage slowly steps out of the car while rubbing her throat and neck.
They go around the diner and past the dumpster area. There is a chain link fence with the bottom slightly warped, which Lady Abernathy raises higher to get Noble Savage to go under it. Once Noble Savage stands straight on the other side, she sees that Lady Abernathy is already in front of her, and they continue to walk past bushes and stumps.
NOBLE:
“Bonnie Blue is not my prey. Not on a spiritual level at least. I'm only setting out to take that gold from her in the best interest of the greater good. Alex Richards is not my prey either. He is just unfortunate enough to have been added to my plate while I was hungry. Alex is the side of broccoli that no one ever asked for but is forced to eat anyway or you don't get dessert. Bonnie would be the potatoes, I guess, if I may keep this metaphor going. But Odin Balfore is my main course. He is the twelve ounce sirloin I've been eyeing, dying to tear apart since even before War. Because he stands for everything I loathe. He is the one who represents the ignorance of a world gone insane, not the Time Witch. The All Father is the one who should suffer the burn of a thousand suns. Bonnie Blue is simply the one who holds the gold. Odin, on the other hand, holds the attention of the feeble minded. The masses that praise the invisible benevolence of an absent God instead of embracing their spiritual connections with nature itself. It is Odin, not Bonnie, who has aided in the blinding of innocent people. For years, decades, and even centuries… Gods like him have done nothing but divide, while the once and future King has always aimed to bring us all together.”
After the brief walk through the damaged woods, Lady Abernathy arrives at an old log cabin, that has a wooden sign with the words ‘NO TRESPASSING’ carved in the front. The rain is coming down quite hard, and although Noble Savage and Lady Abernathy do not seem to be reacting to it, their clothes are drenched. But oddly enough, there is a vividly flaming torch just in front of the entrance to the log cabin that also seems unaffected by the downpour.
NOBLE:
“This isn't the hotel we booked.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Inside. Now.”
Noble Savage nods to the words spoken and walks in to the log cabin as Lady Abernathy holds the door open. The door suddenly slams shut and Noble Savage finds herself in the dark for a split second before a gas lamp is sparked to full brightness a few feet in front of her. It is being held by Lady Abernathy.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Sit.”
Noble Savage looks around and sees a rocking chair next to a counter by the furnace. She sits in the rocking chair and looks up at Lady Abernathy, who is unexpressively making heavy eye contact.
NOBLE:
“So, oh quiet one, now that you've become quite the chatterbox, do you care to tell me why you brought me here?”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You are right about Wednesday's Child. But you must renounce your allegiance to Time's Daughter. I brought you here because there is someone you need to speak to.”
NOBLE:
“Who?”
VOICE OF WEEPING WIDOW:
“Me.”
Noble Savage looks around as if she recognizes the voice but can't figure out where it came from. Lady Abernathy walks toward a fireplace by the wall and ignites the logs. We now see that there is another rocking chair just beside the fireplace. In this rocking chair sits an almost fleshless woman, whose skin is nearly transparent. We can see her green veins pulsating as they struggle to pump blood through her thinly covered corpse. The skin on her face seems to attempt a smile, but the lack of muscle and flesh just makes her skull more visible as tears flow from her deep eyes and dry into her cheeks.
WEEPING WIDOW:
“You've grown so much, my dear Brandi.”
NOBLE:
“Mo… Mother?”
WEEPING WIDOW:
“Your father was a fanatic to the All Father, Brandi. He used to bring you to every show.”
NOBLE:
“Back up, how are you here? I thought--
WEEPING WIDOW:
“He knew I did not approve of the worshipping of such deities, but still he brought you to him… I nearly lost you that night, had it not been for Lady Abernathy.”
NOBLE:
“Is this about Odin? I don't understand, mother. Are you saying you SENT Lady for me?”
WEEPING WIDOW:
“Yes. Your father was a worshipper of the false God and he paid the unfortunate price. I turned to the sisterhood to rescue you from following his unfortunate path. In exchange for your protection, the Lady Abernathy held on to my soul.”
NOBLE:
“So, you sacrificed my father to protect me? But then sacrificed your own soul as well? For what?!”
WEEPING WIDOW:
“No. I gave my soul to Lady Abernathy as collateral, because I knew if she kept her word, you would become the soul witch and I would be able to speak to you once more. But if she did not keep her word, then I might as well have no soul, for I would not be able to see my daughter rise. So, my self ‘sacrifice’ was more of a bargain. Your father, however, is another story.”
NOBLE:
“So, that night… When Savage took that woman's life, and the cops took my father, was that--
WEEPING WIDOW:
“Those were not cops… They were messengers sent to retrieve his tainted soul and get him as far away from you as possible.”
NOBLE:
“And when Lady Abernathy found me, she said you were waiting for me, but she never brought me to you…”
WEEPING WIDOW:
“Well, now she has… And in good timing as well. I needed to ask of you, to beg you, to please… Undo everything that The All Father has done. Shun him, Brandi. He is the the reason I was left with no choice but to sacrifice your father to the enlightened ones, to ensure your path was never deviated. You are part of me, Brandi, you are one of us.”
NOBLE:
“But what about the Time Witch?”
WEEPING WIDOW:
“Just as you, Abernathy and I had confidence in her power, until she decided to extinguish her own flame with that insipid swine named Rabid. I am not concerned with her. If she was weak enough to fall into the arms of that man, then she will never be powerful enough to stand against you. She has the gold you need. That's all you need to know. But if it is redemption you seek, you're more than welcome to speak your peace to the ancient ones.”
NOBLE:
“So, Bonnie Blue did not just let me down. She let herself down, she let the guardians down, she let the higher order of witches down, and she even let the ancient ones down…”
A purple glow flashes over the eyes of Noble Savage. The concerned look on her face now morphs into a more angered one and her lips give way to a subtle sneer as her following words come with a raspy undertone.
SAVAGE:
“The ancient ones will have their justice.”
Fade to black.
PART 2: WHERE THE SERPENTS ROAM
A beach side at the crack of dawn is the visual that greets us. There is a bonfire that has obviously been on all night and is now dying down. Surrounding this bonfire is a pile of squirming snakes, and Noble Savage sits on a rock in front of them. She grabs one of the snakes and puckers up to its face as if blowing a kiss.
SAVAGE:
“I was meant to be where I am today. It was no mistake, but I just never thought I would have to be here alone. I thought my fellow witches in the WCF would have been at my side and that we would be lead by a very powerful Daughter of Time… But I was wrong… Dead wrong. Upon my arrival to the WCF, I was destined to be physically stranded, yet mentally free. But in my naiveté, I tried to undo that. Noble wanted to have me beaten out of her, and it did not work. It took Noble a short few weeks to figure out that she was roaming in a pit full of snakes and that she would need me in order to survive. Our bond grew and so did our dominance. We were lead to the side of the Time Witch and it seemed as high hope for fulfillment. But she, too, turned out to be another snake in the grass. The only true purpose she served was to be the messenger of the Serpent, giving me the right of passage from alumni of darkness to commander of shadows. But it was not through her own doing… It was through the Serpent's will. How naive of me to believe she could master her own might when she could not even master a fallen God. A fallen God that I helped fall. A God whose humanized blood is in my hands.”
Noble Savage sets the little snake down and another, bigger, snake begins to slither up her arm. She smiles at it and speaks to us without looking.
SAVAGE:
“But then you have this sorry excuse of a man, named Alex Richards, who loses War, and ends up in the War Winner's circle. As if my war win meant nothing. There were only two winners at War, and those two were Odin and myself. I tried to make the One season be the Season of the Witch, by making sure I earned Bonnie's title shot for her, so it is understandable that Bonnie be in the match instead of Odin. But since Odin wants his rematch during MY moment, I don't blame him. He won at War so he has a legitimate reason to be there. But Bonnie and Richards are only there because I helped them get there. Bonnie because I got her the championship title, and Alex because I let him slip away with a win out of sheer loyalty. And now in MY moment I have three people that I single-handedly helped get to where they are, all while they all looked at me as if I was the one who didn't belong… Well who is the One who doesn't belong? I earned my position in this match while the rest of you were handed to it… Handed to it by ME.”
An even bigger snake now slithers around the body of Noble Savage and the smaller ones push her up to her feet. Noble Savage rises off the ground, being made to hover by the strength of the snakes.
SAVAGE:
“To be one with nature is to know oneself. The negation of it is an invitation to doom. And you, Odin Balfore, just as Bonnie Blue and Alex Richards, have invited doom into your lives. That doom will manifest itself at One… In the form of Noble Savage.”
Noble Savage chuckles loudly with a wide grin as she the snakes play around her extended limbs. The scene fades to black with an echo of her laughter.
PART 3: UNHOLY WRATH
The loud crash of broken wood interrupts the peaceful silence of the black screen and the scene opens up with the Wrath of an intense fire inside some sort of auditorium.
There is a pregnant woman hanging upside down with her arms and feet tied to a cross. Blood and black matter, flowing from between her legs, drips and covers her stomach and chest and even parts of her anguished face.
A group of hooded figures surrounds this woman's cross and they are chanting an unintelligible hymn over and over again. Among the cloaked people, we see one that turns around and removes her hood, showing her face to us, and it is Noble Savage. She begins to speak to us with a loud growl to drown out the desperate screams of the nude pregnant woman behind her.
SAVAGE:
“You all doubt me and my capabilities, and that's why I feel I've been way too nice to my opponents so far. I've crippled and retired many, yes, but that was me taking things slow and not unleashing the true power that I possess. I've been quiet this whole time and I've been compliant, almost dormant, in comparison to what you're going to witness at One. This time I feel that taking it easy on you three would be a mortal sin, and so the goal that I have been fighting for would be worthless. You're not going to get out of this one so easily, I will bring the real fight this time, and you will see that all else I have done in WCF has been nothing compared to what I can do.”
Noble Savage spreads her arms out now as the chants from the others intensifies.
NAMELESS CLOAKS:
“Abyzou… Obizoth...Abyzou… Obizoth…”
CRYING PREGGO:
“Let go my baby… Please, my baby! Take my life but let her live…!”
Noble Savage shakes her head with intense frustration.
SAVAGE:
“This IS for your kid! ABYZOU DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU, WOMAN!!”
Noble Savage rolls her eyes and continues talking to us as the upside down cross behind her is starting to lower. The floor under the pregnant woman's head slides open to reveal even more fire than the one that surrounds them.
SAVAGE:
“Just as Obizoth gives not a damn about this woman, I do not give a damn about what the WCF Galaxy thinks, because I am fighting for a greater good that they are incapable of even fathoming, so let them boo me with the desire to see me fail, I will still triumph and take the Gold to a higher standard. And even though Noble would love nothing more than to see the Daughter of Time be raised to be her own Woman and have a fairy tale ending, I am aware that this isn't the reality the serpent has chosen for her. I now accept the fact that Bonnie Blue's world is ending and that she will be left with nothing. That is why I must take her title before she takes another STEP with it toward the insignificant downward spiral her newfound master is guiding her to. She has become a rat to Rabid, just as Alex was a rat to her.”
The woman's body has now been lowered into the fire half way and her screams are still heard, only now with a more blood curling drown. The hooded figures step in closer and one of them uses a sharp dagger to slice open her stomach. Two others now grab the screaming baby covered in blood from her womb, while a fourth cuts off the umbilical cord. They carry the baby over toward Noble Savage and lay her on a podium in front of the Soul Witch.
Noble Savage places her hand above the baby's face and begins slowly running it down toward her chest, then her stomach, then her feet.
SAVAGE:
“She wreaks of unfulfilled death… Her mother still lives.”
One of the hooded figures now pulls a lever, which causes the cross on which the pregnant woman hangs to fall freely into the fiery hole. The fire shoots up and re-establishes its previous flare. Noble Savage proceeds to use a black towel to clean the baby off, gently getting into every little inch of her while calmly growling her words.
SAVAGE:
“That's better. She almost smelled as bad as Alex did… That awful smell of confused death. Don't you dare think I have forgotten about you, Alex, you really are the most disgusting pile of vermin I have ever encountered, seemingly animated by the illusion of free will. But you will be sent back to the sewers from which you came, mark my words. You, as the archduke, could not even identify which emperor or empress you have descended from, therefore the offspring of your verminous bloodline will never know who you were either. I will make sure of it. They, too, will be rats and the same cesspool that gave birth to you will be where they will lay to be forgotten. My personal promise to you and your descendants, Alex, I will thrust my foot into your very spirit so profoundly that all your children's children will be born deformed. Trust me, nobody will do anything to save your lineage. The putrid smell of hatred that follows you shall follow them. They will not know of any archdukes or of any zimquila -whatever that even is- all they will ever know is that they live in a realm that now belongs to the witches responsible for their family's genocide. They will wish that they lived in the same protective bubble fantasy that Odin Balfore resides in... An infidel's luxury with infallible arrogance... Instead of the crude reality that Noble Savage is creating. The reality that I come from is the reality that is coming for you. I come from a place where darkness is all you see, destruction is all you crave, and dominance is all you know.”
The newborn baby is now clean and wiped down. Noble Savage grabs her by both feet and lifts her up, carrying her over to a black crib in front of an altar that shows the statue of Baphomet.
SAVAGE:
“I come from a place where Gods do not even dare enter. I come from a place where people like you, Alex Richards, cannot survive a single day. That is why I am the sum of all your fears. I am cut from a different cloth than the rest, I am another breed. I play and I prance in the fires that you avoid. I am unmoved by the same things that you all run from. I am unlike these illiterate little etceteras that walk around the WCF all muscle-headed with masks and impaired speech. I am also not like the false Norse God that does not even believe in himself when he spewes his own hype. I only speak with truth and logic, and I only speak of what I see and know. These others in the match have no idea what that is like, they haven't the slightest clue as to what it means to stand by your word.”
Noble Savage has now wrapped the baby's bottom in an old style diaper using a black rag. She splashes a hint of purple water on the baby little by little as she continues to speak.
SAVAGE:
“All they do is the same thing that YOU do, Richards, and that is tattoo over their own personalities with the attitudes of what they wish they could be. They swear they are capable of fooling the masses into believing their hype, but in all actuality we all see right through them. One is a once-true God turned piteous drunkard, and the other is a once-true Queen turned second-rate trophy wife, but you... You are a much better trickster than they are, aren't you? You're a hideous glob of goo and you only manage to trick people into thinking that is what they WANT to see. You want to be able to make a career out of bouncing back from injuries, well I have horrible news for ya, you big baby, this ain't one you're gonna bounce back from any time soon.”
A purple flame engulfs the baby and her little body is immediately charred. But instead of crying, the baby laughs until her blackened body simply disintegrates into a puff of smoke. The altar lights up and Noble Savage raises her arms in high praise.
SAVAGE:
“ABYZOU…. OBIZOTH… ABYZOU… OBIZOTH…”
The scene now fades to an all white screen.
PART 4: THE GOD PARTICLE
From the white screen we fade in and it seems Noble Savage is standing in the middle of nowhere. The background is entirely white and she is wearing a white dress. Her head is lowered and she slightly tilts it forth to look straight at the camera.
NOBLE:
“Welcome to my mind, Alex Richards … See, my mind in itself is more powerful than your entire life force. I am capable of seeing through your aura as if it were a pristine and freshly cleaned window. I see the punishments of old and the treacheries of new. I saw the seed of betrayal planted in our ranks and I tried to overcome it. But even though I did overcome that bad seed, it is obvious you and Bonnie didn't. You fell victim to the the apple of discord and now you're both in a fast descent in which no one can intervene. But lucky for you, Noble Savage is here. Noble Savage is here to do away with your pitiful doubts and misery. Noble Savage is here to return you back to the essence you came from. Back to meet your maker, and your maker is no more than a gelatinous parasitic worm. If you don't believe me, just look down at your own belly button. You'll see what used to be your connection with her wretched soul.”
Noble Savage turns away from us as if walking away, but the white setting doesn't imply any sort of movement.
NOBLE:
“In the meantime, you have people like Odin who don't even see a connection between them and their mother. That's because he gave up on his roots long ago, and now he's constantly straddling the fence between Godhood and Manhood, not knowing that fence is made from the guts of miscreants. He aims to feed his ego with his wins and championships, but the only thing that will grow is his bank account. His mind, and his soul will forever continue to shrink. I guess that's why I have become less and less expressive... I don't see the point of fighting fake men and false Gods... I only need to fight the Time Witch. I don't care who bleeds along the way, and I don't care who I have to set fire to in the process! This was supposed to be MY time and anyone else who is not me, is simply IN MY WAY! I am no longer amused by seeing the same old corpses dancing in the morgues, or as the WCF Galaxy puts it, Odin fighting Bonnie in the ring, I am more focused on bringing pride to the way of the witch by holding the Gold high above my head in triumph, proving to witches around the entire globe that it is worth it to fight fire with fire, and that it is even more worth it to fight against the system that man corrupted. This is simply due to the fact that I am sick and tired of seeing causeless idiots who simply talk and hide in alleyways or night clubs, drinking, or smoking, or doing drugs, or involving themselves in the lustful sins of mankind. Yes, that is you, Odin Balfore.”
The white background now warps indescribably and Noble Savage is standing on a golden bridge. The end and beginning of the bridge are not visible, but the background shows a deep horizon with a sun setting against a purple sky.
SAVAGE:
“The All Father, whose brain is devoid of grey matter, since your past is a white blank space, and your future is of black auger at my hands, when all the while the violent violet rains on you like a bad Prince movie from the decade you so fondly reminisce over. Now, Odin, I should introduce you to Lady Abernathy because you don't seem to know when to shut your mouth, or even how. The Lady Abernathy had me believing she was incapable of speaking for the longest time. That shows determination. She remained silent because she chose to, whereas you, simply enjoy the sound of your own voice. I have seen the sun, moon, and stars, and I have accepted the fact that you are older than all of them, but you are still missing one thing, and that is omnipotence… Your obsession with sexual references only implies that you confuse omnipotence with impotence and are in a constant struggle trying to compensate for your… Shortcomings. It has been a long time since your soul was infallible, so therefore you are no longer the God you claim to be. It takes more than a golden throne and a divine spear to be a God… It takes cunning, it takes heart, it takes… The ability to survive against foes like me. And you do not possess that, Odin. You and I have entered the ring twice in this life time and both times I have pinned your two shoulders to the mat. I beat you at Slam and I beat your entire team at the Hellimination match… What makes you think for a split second that you stand a chance against me at One?!”
The golden bridge beneath Noble Savage's feet now morphs into a giant snake and Noble Savage laughs as she rides the snake through the empty sky and it lunges at the screen, causing blackness to take place. The voice of Noble Savage is heard in the darkness.
SAVAGE:
“Odin is just One… Of my three offerings as sacrifice to the ancients.”
