Post by David Alastair on Jul 6, 2006 1:33:59 GMT -5
I am beside myself. Lying in the hospital bed, bandaged, bloodied, and bruised. Everything was a blur at the times I opened his eyes, and was haunted by nightmares of Mentor’s rejection when asleep. Simply stated, the constant pressures on my body forced me to give out while my soul still wages war on itself, slowly but surely ripping myself apart...
“David… David…”
The physical pain was supplied by the morphine, while the mental anguish was something the periodic morphine couldn’t kill. Memories of the match became a blur. It didn’t matter. The residue from my conversation with Mentor before Explosion leaked its ugliness into my psyche. Simply put, it hurts to think about it.
“David… David…”
Hope’s face reflected into vast blackness inside of me. “…Of course not, David. I’m always there, through thick and thin…”
Her innocent smile then faded away, giving into new images. Most notably of a third-person view of me seated on the locker room bench, face in my hands. Trying to react to what just happened…
“She’s a hypocrite, David. She backed down when you needed her most. Hope Morisato hates you, David. She hates you for wanting to forge your own path. She hates you because you wanted to be a professional wrestler.”
Huh? What the hell was going on? Who was talking to me? Who or what is getting into my head? The voice was feminine, but was masculine in a way. With a certain degree of toughness. And how does she know my Mentor?
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Fade out of the darkness, as I opened by eyes, she is murmuring to me. Words I can’t comprehend. Is it the morphine presently running through my veins? This doesn’t make sense, my mind says. Is she really speaking to me?
Her face was pretty sharp, crowned with long, straight blonde hair. Her hazel eyes pierced mine. It took a second to respond, as I sat up in my bed.
Problem is; it wasn’t my bed. I was lying in a hospital room, IVs attached to my wrist, bandages on my arms and over my forehead.
The woman frowned at me. “It’s about time you awakened.”
My head still kinda hurt from the huge bump of the platform, scolding me for rising up too quickly.
“Technically, you’ve been out for two weeks. However, you are finally up and about, David Alastair. You may not remember after your supposed “crucifixion”, but I saved you.”
I blinked a bit. “What? Saved me? How so?”
“No need to remember. In a nutshell, you murmured something before you passed out…”
“Okay…so who are you?”
It was evident that she was seated in a chair next to my bed. I was in a haze, and just realized it. She crossed her arms and smirked.
“I am Marla. That’s pretty much all you need to know. However, since you have called out to me…in a sense, I have come to you to keep my end of the bargain.”
I shrugged. “Okay, so what’s that?”
She merely laughed. “Oh, that’s the best part. The bargain, for you to rise to the top of the world of pro wrestling, you sold your soul to me.”
All the blood in my body ran cold. What the fuck? I don’t remember this happening. Is someone playing some sick joke on me?
I had to reply. “You’re kidding, right?”
Just then, a sharp pain struck my body. My eyes were losing focus, as images became mere blurs. My head snapped back onto the bed. Oh my god, this was killing me!
However, the hurting stopped all of a sudden. I rose up again and clutched my face, groaning.
Marla then smiled, revealing a set of fangs. “Your transformation has been completed. The pain you just felt was just some after effects. Most of the other junk was done while you were asleep.”
“But I never wanted to sell my s----”
She waved a finger at me, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your memory must be like that of a goldfish. But now, there’s just one more thing to pull off…"
She snapped her fingers, and everything went black again…
“David… David…”
The physical pain was supplied by the morphine, while the mental anguish was something the periodic morphine couldn’t kill. Memories of the match became a blur. It didn’t matter. The residue from my conversation with Mentor before Explosion leaked its ugliness into my psyche. Simply put, it hurts to think about it.
“David… David…”
Hope’s face reflected into vast blackness inside of me. “…Of course not, David. I’m always there, through thick and thin…”
Her innocent smile then faded away, giving into new images. Most notably of a third-person view of me seated on the locker room bench, face in my hands. Trying to react to what just happened…
“She’s a hypocrite, David. She backed down when you needed her most. Hope Morisato hates you, David. She hates you for wanting to forge your own path. She hates you because you wanted to be a professional wrestler.”
Huh? What the hell was going on? Who was talking to me? Who or what is getting into my head? The voice was feminine, but was masculine in a way. With a certain degree of toughness. And how does she know my Mentor?
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Fade out of the darkness, as I opened by eyes, she is murmuring to me. Words I can’t comprehend. Is it the morphine presently running through my veins? This doesn’t make sense, my mind says. Is she really speaking to me?
Her face was pretty sharp, crowned with long, straight blonde hair. Her hazel eyes pierced mine. It took a second to respond, as I sat up in my bed.
Problem is; it wasn’t my bed. I was lying in a hospital room, IVs attached to my wrist, bandages on my arms and over my forehead.
The woman frowned at me. “It’s about time you awakened.”
My head still kinda hurt from the huge bump of the platform, scolding me for rising up too quickly.
“Technically, you’ve been out for two weeks. However, you are finally up and about, David Alastair. You may not remember after your supposed “crucifixion”, but I saved you.”
I blinked a bit. “What? Saved me? How so?”
“No need to remember. In a nutshell, you murmured something before you passed out…”
“Okay…so who are you?”
It was evident that she was seated in a chair next to my bed. I was in a haze, and just realized it. She crossed her arms and smirked.
“I am Marla. That’s pretty much all you need to know. However, since you have called out to me…in a sense, I have come to you to keep my end of the bargain.”
I shrugged. “Okay, so what’s that?”
She merely laughed. “Oh, that’s the best part. The bargain, for you to rise to the top of the world of pro wrestling, you sold your soul to me.”
All the blood in my body ran cold. What the fuck? I don’t remember this happening. Is someone playing some sick joke on me?
I had to reply. “You’re kidding, right?”
Just then, a sharp pain struck my body. My eyes were losing focus, as images became mere blurs. My head snapped back onto the bed. Oh my god, this was killing me!
However, the hurting stopped all of a sudden. I rose up again and clutched my face, groaning.
Marla then smiled, revealing a set of fangs. “Your transformation has been completed. The pain you just felt was just some after effects. Most of the other junk was done while you were asleep.”
“But I never wanted to sell my s----”
She waved a finger at me, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your memory must be like that of a goldfish. But now, there’s just one more thing to pull off…"
She snapped her fingers, and everything went black again…
