Post by wblstudios on May 12, 2006 11:48:37 GMT -5
Another cold, cruel night falls over the city, and with it the relative silence of those going home, leaving their jobs and pasttimes to get the hell home. But what if hell is home? What if home is a place where nobody cares or better yet, nobody's there to greet you, even with indifference? What if your home is the streets themselves so many cross to get to where they belong? Those same streets that are caught in the camera's gaze as pans slowly across the way, catching the odd trashcan fire warming those along the way before catching a slim, scarred figure barely cradled in the darkness pierced by a glint off of a blood-stained scythe clutched close to her chest, and a silence pierced by the death rattle of a girl taken too soon, yet left to rot on this earth.
"Another night I spend alone... another night I try to find my ending. Another night this hopelessness catches up with my conscious of thoughts, forcing the darker demons forward again with nobody to bleed for their sins but myself. And so another night I cut deep to the core.
"These circumstances have drained me again. Left me alone. The situations I face, and those who place them in front of me and laugh while I struggle through them. But this blade I hold so dear, my Second Stage, will help me cleave a path to my ending.
"First and foremost, I need to apologize to Genocide. In the darkness of my blade's wrath, you weren't meant to be harmed. But I have a feeling that many innocents are going to be made to suffer before I have my ending. And as for this... Hard Alliance. If it means Jack's one ally being dragged away, albeit by that seductress whore Josephine, I'm all for it. I've had my revenge on you Ace, away from the cameras.
"The faces in the way, all to be cleaved by my dearest Second Stage. Sean Hughes, you've been awfully quiet. If I didn't know better, I'd say you caught the glimpse of the thing burning inside of me, the one that even I'm worried about unleashing. I wouldn't blame you for doing like everyone else who's been associated with me my entire life, and abandon me. But like everyone else, just because I understand why you'd abandoned me, won't make me hate you any less.
"And now Logan involves himself. First they try to interject Havock into our affairs, knowing it won't work. Now the wretched King Nothing himself steps in and tries to steal our spotlight for himself. As much as it cuts me to the bone to admit this, Jack, I agree with you on one point. This... thing... between us, however hard I try to end it with either words or something sharper, has taken this place, and forced it towards another level. They see us, Jack, and dollar signs line their vision. That's why, as you claim I'm a slave to this tenous sliver of reality that forces the heart attached to this corpse to keep beating, it's you that's the slave. I'm trying to end this, Jack. But in insisting on cutting to the deeper part of me, you're only doing what they want. They turn us against each other, and in our blood write their checks.
"So now, they've gone from being roundabout in their bleeding ways, to being as bold as to actually shove one of their own directly into our affairs. And this has gone from an affair in which the two of us could resolve this matter between us with Hughes and another to stand on the sidelines and attempt just to stay away from the wrath of my beautiful Second Stage, to another chance for those who can't let go, to take more time that's not theirs and drag away what we, in our blood, have written. This King Nothing and the thing he commands, if he continues in these ways, will be bled dry by his own ignorance and greed. All that will be left is all that there was, the injection moving along to another road to their own endings. And when you stare at what Jack and I had wrought, and how it was turned asunder only to be continued in another light, another time, and you dare ask yourself where it all went wrong, it may very well be Mother's Day 2006.
"How many of you had forgotten it was Mother's Day? I haven't... and of all the soul I've bared, of all the secrets that Jack has used to try to bleed a corpse, that one fragile link that connects the whole words... the God that is the mother... is the one secret I'll bury with this body. For even this worthless corpse believes that some things... should stay sacred."
No bloodied handprints tonight, no tricks of the light or wrath of the dead. Just a simple fade out.
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~Ellis
"Another night I spend alone... another night I try to find my ending. Another night this hopelessness catches up with my conscious of thoughts, forcing the darker demons forward again with nobody to bleed for their sins but myself. And so another night I cut deep to the core.
"These circumstances have drained me again. Left me alone. The situations I face, and those who place them in front of me and laugh while I struggle through them. But this blade I hold so dear, my Second Stage, will help me cleave a path to my ending.
"First and foremost, I need to apologize to Genocide. In the darkness of my blade's wrath, you weren't meant to be harmed. But I have a feeling that many innocents are going to be made to suffer before I have my ending. And as for this... Hard Alliance. If it means Jack's one ally being dragged away, albeit by that seductress whore Josephine, I'm all for it. I've had my revenge on you Ace, away from the cameras.
"The faces in the way, all to be cleaved by my dearest Second Stage. Sean Hughes, you've been awfully quiet. If I didn't know better, I'd say you caught the glimpse of the thing burning inside of me, the one that even I'm worried about unleashing. I wouldn't blame you for doing like everyone else who's been associated with me my entire life, and abandon me. But like everyone else, just because I understand why you'd abandoned me, won't make me hate you any less.
"And now Logan involves himself. First they try to interject Havock into our affairs, knowing it won't work. Now the wretched King Nothing himself steps in and tries to steal our spotlight for himself. As much as it cuts me to the bone to admit this, Jack, I agree with you on one point. This... thing... between us, however hard I try to end it with either words or something sharper, has taken this place, and forced it towards another level. They see us, Jack, and dollar signs line their vision. That's why, as you claim I'm a slave to this tenous sliver of reality that forces the heart attached to this corpse to keep beating, it's you that's the slave. I'm trying to end this, Jack. But in insisting on cutting to the deeper part of me, you're only doing what they want. They turn us against each other, and in our blood write their checks.
"So now, they've gone from being roundabout in their bleeding ways, to being as bold as to actually shove one of their own directly into our affairs. And this has gone from an affair in which the two of us could resolve this matter between us with Hughes and another to stand on the sidelines and attempt just to stay away from the wrath of my beautiful Second Stage, to another chance for those who can't let go, to take more time that's not theirs and drag away what we, in our blood, have written. This King Nothing and the thing he commands, if he continues in these ways, will be bled dry by his own ignorance and greed. All that will be left is all that there was, the injection moving along to another road to their own endings. And when you stare at what Jack and I had wrought, and how it was turned asunder only to be continued in another light, another time, and you dare ask yourself where it all went wrong, it may very well be Mother's Day 2006.
"How many of you had forgotten it was Mother's Day? I haven't... and of all the soul I've bared, of all the secrets that Jack has used to try to bleed a corpse, that one fragile link that connects the whole words... the God that is the mother... is the one secret I'll bury with this body. For even this worthless corpse believes that some things... should stay sacred."
No bloodied handprints tonight, no tricks of the light or wrath of the dead. Just a simple fade out.
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~Ellis
