Post by Cera on Jul 29, 2014 23:01:50 GMT -6
...Vice...
Bless me father... for I have sinned. I... I told them to stop, told them to shut up... told them to not let me in. Believe me, I warned them. I told them nothing but truths. If you don't want to get wet, don't stand by the pool. If you don't want to get scratched... leave the cat alone. But that, father, is what's funny. They didn't listen. They never listen. And yet, it's my fault? Don't you believe me, father? My vices are worn on my sleeve, in place of a heart that many claim doesn't exist. A monster at birth, that made the entire earth... all of Hell and all of heaven... quake.
I've been told I redefine sin...
Don't bless me father... for I can't be 'fixed'. A darkness lays within me, hellfire lit. Cue the chorus of fallen angels. Then shut down the dramatics. Do you know who I am... father? They call me the Baddest Bitch. A nickname I played along with because... it fit. Insults thrown my way usually consisted of me being a double crossing, no good, piece of shit bitch. They called me a tease, they called me a c*nt, they called me naughty... a very bad girl. Get the picture? Or should I draw one in crayon for you, to get the message across...?
It's not my style to beat around bushes...
So please, I implore you... don't even think to bless me, father. It's truly useless. My words have a likeness to the crimson stained shards of glass now sticking out of the hand of my foe. A poetic manifestation of a sharp tongue and even sharper wit, followed up with carelessness. I don't thrive off their pain, as I used to. I didn't soak up Rayne's tears and use them as lube for my own sick pleasures. No. Not my thing. You see... father... I hold no ill will toward My Blood's dearest friend. I never hated her, in the end. Her attention seeking, her words that hold no water... the times we met, and times she (and her husband) failed. All in the past... for now? Now I see it another way... now, Rayne Draven Omega... simply had to do one thing... to save everyone...
Leave me to my own devices, let me drown within my vices...
"...weee're like diamonds in da sky, tis what we are told, no mountain made a' money can buy ya a soul!~"
The sing-songy voice of my manager, Jen Ryette, rang through the air that evening. I hushed her, glancing around as we huddled near the back of a church in Litchfield, Minnesota. Ness Church, to be exact. Yes, ironic... I know. But that was of little importance... more coincidental than anything. The idea of haunted places intrigued Jen and I... her more for the fact that she enjoyed studying the emotion of 'fear' or 'intrigue' in such things. Me? I never said I didn't believe in the paranormal. At least, it seemed more realistic than the beliefs of my sister and her friends...
"Ah... got it." I murmured, having picked the lock of the back door of this church. It was a slightly older one, so the fact that it had locks quite easy to pick was of no surprise. That said, I still opened the large door with a bit of caution. And not just in case there happened to be a guard or something. The Sioux Indians were said to haunt these grounds... as were other's, buried not far off in a cemetery owned by the church. Figures had been seen, noises had been heard. But I was certainly no paranormal investigator. The reason I'd broken in, which of course wasn't going to be known... as we'd informed some of Jen's "friends" beforehand to "clean up" after... was simply...
"It's so BIG!"
"Yeah, I heard they just recently got it in..."
"I ain't never seen so much wood! Unless ya count Spazzy's..."
"...."
"I just wanna feel all up on it-"
"It's a cross..." I slapped a palm to my face, as Ryette scurried over to the large cross behind the podium in the sanctuary. Slowly reaching to my side, I snatched the rope I'd tied to the small sheath there and calmly followed my idiot manager. "...you're going to go to Hell if you don't 'respect' it..."
"Coolio! Ima throw a hottub partay! You're invited, but only if ya cum nekkid!"
"...."
Jen kept that cheery grin plastered to her face, as I rolled my eyes and stepped forward. The small Asian looked a bit bewildered as I told her to stand against the cross... crucifixion style. But I reassured her with the calmest of looks... "I played your 'game' last week... are you afraid to play mine now?"
"Hmmm, well ya were a decent sport last week... cept ya nearly threw me outta the window after ya beat them d00ds at da last Breakthrough..." She commented, allowing me to tie her small arms to the cross. I tightened the ropes, making her cry out slightly, before responding...
"You had it coming. Thanks to your little 'experiment', I almost didn't make it to the match..."
"Yah but it wouldn't of mattered since ya barely did anything and won by takin' advantage of dem poor boiz!"
"When opportunities present themselves wrapped in extravagant paper and tied with a glittering bow, how could I not take advantage, Jennifer...?" I finished tying her waist to the large wooden crucifix, then moved around it and stood in front of her. Ryette stared at me for a moment, as I continued... "Not that it matters... I've only hit one wall. A large and disgustingly flamboyant one, at that. This week won't be like that one..."
"Rayney Day's gonna drop ya on your head!"
"Aren't you supposed to be on my side?" I questioned with a yawn, before I looked around the chapel. I imagined good, honest Christians sitting there in the pews. They stared ahead, eager to hear the Lord's word from their respected pastor. My pale eyes turned to the front, watching the podium. An eccentric, humble priest preached there... he opened his arms. Smiled at all of his quiet and neatly dressed members. And that's when the doors opened. In walked an injured young woman. Eyes similar to a wild animal that'd been cornered, she desperately pleaded for something to drink... she desperately pleaded for any kind of help. The priest got angry... stormed over and told her to not tarnish the Lord's house with her filthy demeanor. Multiple men stood, threw her out back into the cold wintery conditions...
"Ayyy Cera da Bear?? Whatcha thinkin' bout?"
Jen snapped me from my daydream, and I looked back at her. That's when I saw them. I knew they were hallucinations... after all, schizophrenia's a helluva condition. But to me? They were still present. Shadows. All standing at the sides of the pews. They turned their heads toward me, and I kept a transfixed gaze to the dark chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
"Perhaps I went too far."
"Wif Rayney?"
"Or perhaps not far enough..." I smirked and lazily kicked at the pews, knocking them askew. "Rayne hides behind her falsehoods... her charms and her moralities. She truly is similar to Reya, in that respect. But my sister... my... Blood... has so much more potential. As do many others... perhaps RDO will learn this week, in our little bout... that if you learn to accept your vices, and let them run rampant... things would, at the very least, become more interesting..."
And far more frightening...
I kicked at the pews again, and Jen called over innocently, "You should really respect teh lawd's house more, Cera da Bear. He gon' strike you down!"
"Frightening. Too bad the guy's non-existent, hm?" I responded curtly, refusing to stare for too long at that cross. Such disturbing thoughts ran through my mind every time I thought of places like this. Places that held such... hypocrisy, hate, and blatant carelessness for those they claimed to be 'God's Children'. Even here, in a church I'd never even heard of before this week... every minute I stayed in this 'sanctuary'... I felt like I was shunned. I felt... like I was burning. A feeling that made my own skin crawl, and caused my breathing to become heavier... anger becoming more prevalent. Blinking, I slapped the side of my head, ignoring those still hovering shadows...
"Ehhh, but what if you're jus' a wrong lil Burr and Reya-chan's gawd does exist??" Jen questioned cheerily, and I froze. Something inside of me... just snapped. Her smile dropped and eyes widened when my dual bladed knife flew right by her head. It slammed against the wall far behind her, and Ryette slowly returned her gaze to mine... while I screamed, in a shrill and agonized tone...
"HE WOULDN'T HAVE LET THAT HAPPEN TO US!"
"Nyah?"
"DON'T FUCKING START THAT BULLSHIT CUTESY SHIT WITH ME!" I clenched my fists tightly at my side, taking a threatening step toward the tied up Jen. Her dark eyes never left mine...
"Ya don't got another knife ta throw, Cera~"
"Fuck off. I... I don't want to hear the 'what-ifs' and the speculations..." My tone lowered once more, as I closed my eyes, believing that if I couldn't see... I wouldn't have to believe. "... I don't need a mythical being to fall back on. Religion is a safety net for the weak. Do something bad... ask for forgiveness... and all your transgressions are a thing of the past...? Cowardice in the form of a fucking organized cult!"
"Cera..."
"A cult, mind you, who can't save a single fucking thing!" I snapped, talking more to myself... or perhaps something bigger... rather than Jen. "They wouldn't take me in as a young adult... as someone who got on my goddamned knees in front of them. Swallowing my pride to swallow a simple glass of water! Nothing! And above all, they couldn't save him... their precious 'god' couldn't save HIM..."
You said his name before... what's stopping you now?
"Rayney Day knows dat feel, though..." Jen replied, watching me with a bit of maniacal intrigue. "...which you so delightfully reminded her! Cept dat was a bit harsher, yah?"
"The... the emotion card... is easy to play." I was finally starting to relax my body, even going as far as opening my eyes. The shadows still stood on either side, a sea of them, watching... judging. But I kept a steady enough stare toward the mockingly crucified Jen. "Confessions... laid to rest..."
Ryette's eyes flashed with alarm, and she shook her head. "Don't do it."
"I'm a liar." A few shadows dissipated... my fucked up mind causing them to do so. I continued watching a scowling Jen, a dazed look etched onto my own face. "A manipulator. A killer. A... demon. And as I stand in the house of god... and look upon this cross..."
"Oh puhlease..."
"A solemn pledge on my very soul."
"You have no soul."
"I stand anew..."
"In new panties I hope..."
"Cleansed..."
"You're talkin' bout bath time, right? Right???"
"And seeing the world in a entirely... different... light."
Jen paused, before she narrowed her eyes and watched me carefully. I continued staring up at the ceiling, pale eyes darting back and forth... as though searching for an answer... and arms uplifted. But in mere moments, I let said arms fall, and I lowered my head... as laughter began pouring out of me. A bit hysterical in nature, but mostly hearty and almost... cheerful. Lifting my gaze back to Jen, I smirked... a simple facial gesture that could make anyone's blood run cold...
"I think... the lord's house... has shown me the way!" I said it in a jovial, dramatic tone that was... incredibly unlike the usual seductive one I held. "Miss RDO... ohh the dear girl has convinced me to... to change."
"Uhmm..."
"In the ring... at Breakthrough..." There it went. My wicked, yet somehow still alluring, voice echoed through the empty sanctuary. "I'll express to My Blood's dear friend the amount of... gratitude... I have. For now... oh now... a new path has opened up for your's truly. Because of Rayne... all of my confessions have been laid to rest. All of my transgressions. Thus... is it not the most opportune time... to utilize a clean slate, as it were?"
"You... you're gonna..." Jen's eyes widened even more, now with delight.
I smiled, and I could practically hear the howling of the innocent, begging me to not do what I was planning. The restless spirits, the shadows at the sides of this sanctuary... they all pleaded, like souls trapped in the pits of Hell, for reconsideration. But it was too late. Their flesh had melted, muscles charred, bones becoming toys for the devil's hellhounds. They had no voice left. Tyler... had no voice left. The smile dropped almost instantaneously, as the memories... the blood soaked, misery riddled memories... flashed through my mind once more. But I quickly shut them out, and turned away from Jen...
"Uhm. Ya gotta let me down, Cera Bear..."
"Do I?" I murmured, ice clinging to my voice as began a steady walk toward the exit. Ryette frowned slightly and stared pointedly at me.
"I'm your source a' information. I'm your go-to guide ta all things naughty! You need me..."
Need. I paused, one foot in front, the other hovering lightly above the ground. I tapped the toe of my boot against the floor of the church once... twice... three times, before more laughter bubbled out of me. Need. People like Rayne and my sister and so many others... need. Air and water, all things necessary to survival, aren't what I'm referring to. The need for reliance. For faith. In a higher being..... in each other.
With a final shake of my head, I continued on my way out, Jen shouting after me. Payback was a bitch. But my thoughts were elsewhere. Would Reya come to her aid? No. Would Ryan? Doubtful. Would Vanessa? If she had a death wish. All of these people... she didn't care if they didn't come to her aid. She still had faith in them. Cherished them. How irrelevant. Even with a minor alliance with Seth Iser. Even with a strange bond with Hazard. Even with some form of... love/hate relationship... with Jen. All of that... needless. All of that... justified but not essential. Not to my plan. Not to my life...
A life that soon shall be laid to rest...
"Dust... to dust..."
As I stepped outside, my breath was visible... somehow... in the average to warm temperature of that Minnesota summer air. The very idea of why was enough to make my body tense, but I contained that tremor that yearned to be released up my spine. The feeling only grew knowing where I was, that dreaded guilt being spoon-fed into me by... whatever it was that had made me turn around, and walk out of the Ness Church. Yet... I couldn't stop the smirk from crawling upon my face. I couldn't stop the glint of depravity from appearing in my eyes. There's just something about churches that makes me feel so... delectably... wicked.
As the sounds of Jen's howling faded with the wind, I took in a deep breath... before holding it. You know... there was this little game that me, my sister and that half-blood bint used to play as children. When you passed a cemetery... walking, driving... didn't matter... you would hold your breath. Plug your nose. Until no gravestones were in sight. A silly game, as it were... yet, the story behind it? Why it was done?
To not allow evil spirits in...
Let it be known: you can't buy memories... you can't buy victories. You can't buy familial bonds... you can't buy power. What you create and what you earn are two different things. What you've grown up with and what you've fought for... are two. Different. Fucking. Things. Rayne... Draven... Omega. She had to realize... sooner or later... that I'd return to claim what wasn't her's. On a personal level. She stole what was... rightfully... mine. But that.... ohhh that wasn't the end all, be all. That wasn't what would become the catalyst in her's... all of their... demise. It was simple... the reason for all of this. The reason I would always win. And beyond all of that, the reason... I am who I am... heh...
At one point... I stopped holding my breath...
As long as the Weak whimper... the Strong shall swagger.
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