Post by wblstudios on May 22, 2006 12:44:12 GMT -5
Hearshot Kid Disaster: Chapter Two
Darkness, and it’s connection to the other world, is one of the most wildly held misconceptions on this Earth.
Most people who watch horror movies these days count and pick off cliches, not even bothering to notice that in scenes of extreme evil, there’s almost always some darkness. Incidents happening at night, in dark basements and alleyways. But darkness doesn’t refer to the absence of physical light... at least, not the darkness intertwined with the other world. Darkness, in connecting with the world that scared the living, referred more to an aura, for lack of a better word. A feeling, a spirit. For even in the middle of broad daylight, evil things happened.
So Ellis had no qualms about going to the cemetery in the middle of the day. She knew that the exact same things from both worlds would be here regardless of it being twelve midnight, or as it was, twelve noon. And as usual, she could feel the wisps of conscious flowing in and out, looking for a conduit like her. Had she known someone who had passed away here, Ellis probably would have had an easier time communicating with the spirits. But as it was, this was a bright field lined with tombstones and ghosts she couldn’t recognize. Nothing more than a few random images came to mind.
Is it because I’m not truly attuned to this darkness inside of me, Ellis pondered as she sat still on the stone bench, giving up after nearly an hour of a near-meditative state. Or is it because of him? The phone call she’d placed the night after Slam only solidified the feeling she’d had. Jack was determined to toy with Ellis. This was more than a fancy, more than ‘shits and giggles’, as he put it. He couldn’t have held so tenaciously to her after being incinerated, and nearly severed in half by Second Stage, Ellis’ scythe. Jack Blaine Nolan, or what was left him, was a liar and a fool. She was almost sure that Jack had a deeper intention. Possibly known one of the people in her tortured past and wanted to continue their punishment.
The only thing she knew is that if he dared lay his hands on Kikyo again, she’d be more than willing to open the gates she felt she now guarded and whisk his grinning carcass over to the other side.
Best to try not to think about this lying fool, the corpse girl thought to herself as she again gripped onto her scythe, now engraved with the words “Second Stage Turbine Blade” on the gnarled wood. Second Stage was anything but fancy, but the massive cleaving blade would suffice. A blade to cleave the face of God for what He’s done, and to separate the realms of the living and dead. Realms that both had outcasted her.
Making her way back to the expensive PT Cruiser Kikyo had purchased her... more like an investment, she was told... Ellis took stock of her ‘friends’. When she’d come to this city, all she’d had in the way of carving an ending was her bloody, rusted boxcutter... an old friend that came back into Ellis’ hand as she locked herself in her car and dragged itself across her forehead, releasing the lifeblood... deathblood, Ellis corrected herself... that got her by. One day all the blood will flow from me, and this corpse’s transformation will be complete...
In addition to her unnamed Boxcutter, she’d also acquired the blindingly sharp, highly crafted switchblade formerly belonging to Big Hector, another victim of those who’d tried to harm the angel of mercy sent to watch over the guardian of death. As effective as the boxcutter was for carving into her own flesh, the switchblade was effective for carving into others. It’d gotten her out of several subsequent skirmishes with the Corner Store Bouriquas. Then there was Second Stage... her beautiful scythe she’d barely been able to fit into her cruiser. And now Longcindia... the shimmering golden lighter she’d used to ignite the flash-paper fireball that she’d hoped would finally deter Jack from his little ‘obsession’.
I’m making friends already, she thought as the blood trickled down her face.
Friends and enemies, she thought. For her meteoric rise to infamy in the WCF had caught more attention than she’d have liked. Kikyo had warned her over one of their late-night Chinese take out strategy sessions in her run-down apartment, that fame would start to become a factor in her everyday life. But even the screaming adoration of thousands of fans, or whatever the take was that the WCF claimed to get from the gate, did little if anything to appease the beast inside her soul, the darkness threatening to overtake the life she’d tried to carve out for herself. Carving... another few small notches made their way across her forehead courtesy of her boxcutter, the slashes hiding themselves in the network of insane scars that landscaped the pale flesh of the living corpse.
And she’d caught the attention of the front office as well. Three newcomers... herself, the wretched Jack, and the Cairo character she could care less about holding a title the world could care less about... held all of what glittered. She had the feeling that this was the true intention behind the office reintroducing the Tag Team Titles, when the only serious tag team on the roster was Simply Outrageous, those twins that hung out with Ripper. So that the veterans could have something to hold on to. And now, through whatever circumstances fate threw together, two of the aligned veterans had a shot.
Ellis couldn’t have cared less about the belts themselves. But to take on two veterans such as Nytro and Torture, Ellis knew that the “millionaire’s club” was willing to do anything it could to reward it’s own. There was no question of the alliance between Torture, Nate Nytro, and Creeping Death. They’d proven that back at what was considered to be the new genesis of the WCF, Payback. And rumor around the office was that the only reason that Kikyo was allowed to make the decision as to who Ellis’ replacement partner would be... so much for this up-and-comer, she thought... was because she would pick Creeping Death, a veteran with a similar, yet false, gimmick. But Ellis couldn’t have given less of a fuck about Creeping Death, a creature who’s stock had fallen dramatically and was forced to fight Frosty the Snowman. And in making her choice, Kikyo knew that.
The decision she had made should have been more obvious to the corpse girl. Josephine... she still resented the musclebound woman. But as much as she hated Jo’s character, she knew that the she-hulk would be fighting like mad to replicate her past successes, and as another newcomer to this federation, would have to deal with the same trials and tribulations she did... maybe moreso, being a champion. As much as she hated the woman’s character, she acknowledged her fighting power and strength. As long as the two of us can get along...
After letting her wounds seal, and relishing in the pain and the blood her boxcutter’s handiwork had wrought, a flick of the key brought the Cruiser to life, and Ellis was back on the road once again. So she and the she-hulk would be taking on Torture and Nate Nytro, with the world watching. CD was almost a lock to interfere, with his millionaire’s club status and alliance with her opponents. Jack and Ace were almost locks to interfere as well, their match with Simply Outrageous looking more and more like a squash with each bit of information she’d gleaned from the Dread Knocks, or whatever they called themselves. She couldn’t rule out Logan either, or any of the other members of the millionaire’s club that felt their final breaths being taken away by this onslaught of new talent, and were adamant on keeping their top spots. Josephine’s mouth had probably gained her several enemies, and her status as a champion in record time garnering the ire of the veteran class as well.
Everything was on Nytro and Torture’s side, all odds against the living corpse, she mused as she pulled back into town. Then again, when have I ever had the advantage? Always have been, always will be, worthless in the eyes of the world, discarded in the eyes of God, and only accepted in the embrace of the dead. A worthless living corpse.
Forcing herself to snap out of the conversation she’d had with herself countless times before about her worth, she pulled into the parking lot of a dressmaker’s shop, killing the Cruiser again with the flick of a key, and removing a small credit card from her wallet, staring at it. For expenses, Kikyo had told her. Daddy insists. Go buy yourself a dress today, because we’re gonna have a fancy dinner out, and enjoy ourselves. Not feeling like going to the Pao-Pao Cafe tonight, but trusting her Ambellina’s judgment more than anything else, Ellis didn’t bother to wipe the blood from her face as she went into the dressmaker’s.
Maybe tonight could be a night I won’t have to deal with my darkness, she thought. Just a nice, relaxing dinner. She immediately scolded herself.
How could anything be considered relaxing when Josephine was going to be involved?
---
~Ellis
Darkness, and it’s connection to the other world, is one of the most wildly held misconceptions on this Earth.
Most people who watch horror movies these days count and pick off cliches, not even bothering to notice that in scenes of extreme evil, there’s almost always some darkness. Incidents happening at night, in dark basements and alleyways. But darkness doesn’t refer to the absence of physical light... at least, not the darkness intertwined with the other world. Darkness, in connecting with the world that scared the living, referred more to an aura, for lack of a better word. A feeling, a spirit. For even in the middle of broad daylight, evil things happened.
So Ellis had no qualms about going to the cemetery in the middle of the day. She knew that the exact same things from both worlds would be here regardless of it being twelve midnight, or as it was, twelve noon. And as usual, she could feel the wisps of conscious flowing in and out, looking for a conduit like her. Had she known someone who had passed away here, Ellis probably would have had an easier time communicating with the spirits. But as it was, this was a bright field lined with tombstones and ghosts she couldn’t recognize. Nothing more than a few random images came to mind.
Is it because I’m not truly attuned to this darkness inside of me, Ellis pondered as she sat still on the stone bench, giving up after nearly an hour of a near-meditative state. Or is it because of him? The phone call she’d placed the night after Slam only solidified the feeling she’d had. Jack was determined to toy with Ellis. This was more than a fancy, more than ‘shits and giggles’, as he put it. He couldn’t have held so tenaciously to her after being incinerated, and nearly severed in half by Second Stage, Ellis’ scythe. Jack Blaine Nolan, or what was left him, was a liar and a fool. She was almost sure that Jack had a deeper intention. Possibly known one of the people in her tortured past and wanted to continue their punishment.
The only thing she knew is that if he dared lay his hands on Kikyo again, she’d be more than willing to open the gates she felt she now guarded and whisk his grinning carcass over to the other side.
Best to try not to think about this lying fool, the corpse girl thought to herself as she again gripped onto her scythe, now engraved with the words “Second Stage Turbine Blade” on the gnarled wood. Second Stage was anything but fancy, but the massive cleaving blade would suffice. A blade to cleave the face of God for what He’s done, and to separate the realms of the living and dead. Realms that both had outcasted her.
Making her way back to the expensive PT Cruiser Kikyo had purchased her... more like an investment, she was told... Ellis took stock of her ‘friends’. When she’d come to this city, all she’d had in the way of carving an ending was her bloody, rusted boxcutter... an old friend that came back into Ellis’ hand as she locked herself in her car and dragged itself across her forehead, releasing the lifeblood... deathblood, Ellis corrected herself... that got her by. One day all the blood will flow from me, and this corpse’s transformation will be complete...
In addition to her unnamed Boxcutter, she’d also acquired the blindingly sharp, highly crafted switchblade formerly belonging to Big Hector, another victim of those who’d tried to harm the angel of mercy sent to watch over the guardian of death. As effective as the boxcutter was for carving into her own flesh, the switchblade was effective for carving into others. It’d gotten her out of several subsequent skirmishes with the Corner Store Bouriquas. Then there was Second Stage... her beautiful scythe she’d barely been able to fit into her cruiser. And now Longcindia... the shimmering golden lighter she’d used to ignite the flash-paper fireball that she’d hoped would finally deter Jack from his little ‘obsession’.
I’m making friends already, she thought as the blood trickled down her face.
Friends and enemies, she thought. For her meteoric rise to infamy in the WCF had caught more attention than she’d have liked. Kikyo had warned her over one of their late-night Chinese take out strategy sessions in her run-down apartment, that fame would start to become a factor in her everyday life. But even the screaming adoration of thousands of fans, or whatever the take was that the WCF claimed to get from the gate, did little if anything to appease the beast inside her soul, the darkness threatening to overtake the life she’d tried to carve out for herself. Carving... another few small notches made their way across her forehead courtesy of her boxcutter, the slashes hiding themselves in the network of insane scars that landscaped the pale flesh of the living corpse.
And she’d caught the attention of the front office as well. Three newcomers... herself, the wretched Jack, and the Cairo character she could care less about holding a title the world could care less about... held all of what glittered. She had the feeling that this was the true intention behind the office reintroducing the Tag Team Titles, when the only serious tag team on the roster was Simply Outrageous, those twins that hung out with Ripper. So that the veterans could have something to hold on to. And now, through whatever circumstances fate threw together, two of the aligned veterans had a shot.
Ellis couldn’t have cared less about the belts themselves. But to take on two veterans such as Nytro and Torture, Ellis knew that the “millionaire’s club” was willing to do anything it could to reward it’s own. There was no question of the alliance between Torture, Nate Nytro, and Creeping Death. They’d proven that back at what was considered to be the new genesis of the WCF, Payback. And rumor around the office was that the only reason that Kikyo was allowed to make the decision as to who Ellis’ replacement partner would be... so much for this up-and-comer, she thought... was because she would pick Creeping Death, a veteran with a similar, yet false, gimmick. But Ellis couldn’t have given less of a fuck about Creeping Death, a creature who’s stock had fallen dramatically and was forced to fight Frosty the Snowman. And in making her choice, Kikyo knew that.
The decision she had made should have been more obvious to the corpse girl. Josephine... she still resented the musclebound woman. But as much as she hated Jo’s character, she knew that the she-hulk would be fighting like mad to replicate her past successes, and as another newcomer to this federation, would have to deal with the same trials and tribulations she did... maybe moreso, being a champion. As much as she hated the woman’s character, she acknowledged her fighting power and strength. As long as the two of us can get along...
After letting her wounds seal, and relishing in the pain and the blood her boxcutter’s handiwork had wrought, a flick of the key brought the Cruiser to life, and Ellis was back on the road once again. So she and the she-hulk would be taking on Torture and Nate Nytro, with the world watching. CD was almost a lock to interfere, with his millionaire’s club status and alliance with her opponents. Jack and Ace were almost locks to interfere as well, their match with Simply Outrageous looking more and more like a squash with each bit of information she’d gleaned from the Dread Knocks, or whatever they called themselves. She couldn’t rule out Logan either, or any of the other members of the millionaire’s club that felt their final breaths being taken away by this onslaught of new talent, and were adamant on keeping their top spots. Josephine’s mouth had probably gained her several enemies, and her status as a champion in record time garnering the ire of the veteran class as well.
Everything was on Nytro and Torture’s side, all odds against the living corpse, she mused as she pulled back into town. Then again, when have I ever had the advantage? Always have been, always will be, worthless in the eyes of the world, discarded in the eyes of God, and only accepted in the embrace of the dead. A worthless living corpse.
Forcing herself to snap out of the conversation she’d had with herself countless times before about her worth, she pulled into the parking lot of a dressmaker’s shop, killing the Cruiser again with the flick of a key, and removing a small credit card from her wallet, staring at it. For expenses, Kikyo had told her. Daddy insists. Go buy yourself a dress today, because we’re gonna have a fancy dinner out, and enjoy ourselves. Not feeling like going to the Pao-Pao Cafe tonight, but trusting her Ambellina’s judgment more than anything else, Ellis didn’t bother to wipe the blood from her face as she went into the dressmaker’s.
Maybe tonight could be a night I won’t have to deal with my darkness, she thought. Just a nice, relaxing dinner. She immediately scolded herself.
How could anything be considered relaxing when Josephine was going to be involved?
---
~Ellis
