Post by English/Corpse on Sept 14, 2014 15:03:13 GMT -6
VOW Presents
A Casanova English Original
Guns and Ammunition
She was screaming underneath me as I
thrust. My body drips sweat, I'm not sure if I'm fucking or I am
fighting. Really there isn't much of a difference. You have that
primal feeling. Sex and violence, it's sick how hand and hang they
go. She bites my shoulder hard, but I respond with a violent thrust
that almost causes her teeth to puncture right through my skin. With
the adrenaline you don't feel anything, you forget who you are in
these moment. These moments you take hold of your nature, your needs,
it is the purest form we are. I lift up off of her, but she wiggles
down on to me as I look down at her my finger inside her lips I pull
my hand out and wrap it around her throat. She groans with excitement
as she slowly reaches her climax I tighten the grip. I tighten as I
thrust and I tighten, and I keep going deeper, and I keep pushing my
hand into her windpipe. . . her hair changes in my mind. . . it's a
florescent pink. I squeeze harder, I thrust harder. She loves it, she
feeds off this. To her this is passion. I'm not here though, I'm
somewhere else battling a demon. All I can see is Laura my hand gets
a death grip and she is fighting for air a bit. . . suddenly my face
is warm. I look down at her almost purple face in what seems like
hours, red specks of blood drop onto her face. I don't stop. . . all
I see is war paint, all I see is pink hair. All I see is my worst
enemies paired together as one, and I keep fucking her. . .
She kicks me off hard. I tumble onto
the floor, she gasps for air and clears her throat.
“What the fuck! Your fucking
bleeding. You bled all over me. . .”
I get to my feet regaining my
composure. I just choked the life out of this bitch and all she cares
about is the blood? I shake my head. I lost myself for a moment. . .
maybe I do need those fucking pills, or maybe that cunt got into my
head. I let the open stitches pour, trickling blood down my face.
“What if you have fucking aids or
something. . . you fucking freak.”
“I'm sorry. . . it was an accident.
Besides Mother Teresa you went ass to mouth and let me fuck you raw
dog. Don't try and play the virgin Marry.”
“You're a fucking asshole. I need to
get tested for hepatitis or some shit. I know better then screw some
roided out wrestler.”
She doesn't even gather her panties.
She just pulls her dress on. I look at my physic. . . roids? These
stereotypes really do run deep in this industry. I grab a smoke from
the nightstand, and toss . . . whatever her name is a white V-neck to
clean off her face. She tosses it back to me hard. It had more makeup
on it then it did blood. Her heels snapped against the floor as she
trudged out of the apartment. The blood kept flowing down my face as
place a cigarette in my lips.
The truth is, I was outsmarted. I
underestimated the duo of Star and Laura. I forgot that two minds are
better then one. Sometimes you just can't beat the numbers. I have to
say though. I drove her there. I altered what Laura is. I changed her
character fundamentally. This isn't an act she would do if she wasn't
pushed to the limit. That's what I like to do. Show these people who
they really cheer for. I want to show them that they are just as
dark, just as evil as these people think I am. Laura seemed like an
angel, seemed so innocent. I wonder how she feels, knowing I drove
her to this.
I cup the end of the hanging cigarette
and light it. I inhale softly, letting smoke release in three small
puffs. I grab the shirt that the woman left in my bed and pat the
blood off my face with it. I look at the red smear it left, examining
it for a moment. The contrast of my red blood and the white shirt has
me lost in my tracks for a moment. A pure white shirt, stained with
blood, blood that I will try to wash out. For some reason it reminds
me of MacBeth, the blood on Lady MacBeth's hands that she can't wash
clean. . . I hope this act didn't give Laura delusions and insomnia.
I'm far from dead.
I walk over to the kitchen table.
Taking a few drags off of my cigarette I pick up the brown envelope
Ronald dropped off for me. I gave him the over half of the money,
even though I found out the hard way who my little stalker was.
Inside this envelope is what I need to destroy Star. Inside this
envelope is his fucking will. This is the mortal identity of one
Starrkadian. I run my finger along the edge, I flip the flap open and
pull out it's contents.
“Hello Space Freak!”
I say aloud a grin growing across my
face as I take another long inhale off of the cigarette. Hopefully
these stitches don't open up during my match with Star. I run my hand
over the open wound feeling the stitches. I toss the papers back down
on the table and slam my cigarette out on the counter. I have to let
this heal, I need my beauty sleep.
I shift into park outside the old heep
of a trailer, far enough away that no one would notice me out here in
the dark. This is the place that Ronald pin pointed, apparently the
only one who knew where Ernie Herman aka Starrkadian currently
resides. The true story Star is some wrestle obsessed man with a
mental disorder. It's sad, it is sad that Starrkadian is this sad
broken individual and this industry is exploiting him. He is not some
alien who crashed here on a ship, he is merely a man. A man that
pretends, that lies to himself and instills a false faith in others.
A man that whether he means good or not, needs to be stopped. It is
time the people know the truth no matter how ugly it is.
I tap the end of my cigarette on the
half open window of the rented Nissan Altima. I blow a puff of smoke
into the air squinting at the small little home that Star has made
for himself. Ronald says that Ernie was obsessed with space initially
that is why he was in the institution to begin with, he was saying
that he was abducted by aliens, that they filled his mind with
everything he needs to know on earth. He is earth's defender in his
own mind. Does that sound familiar? On top of that when he was sent
to the institution he took a big liking to professional wrestling. .
. he became obsessed with it. Shortly around when Star made his debut
this same man went missing from the mental institution.
I step out of the car and close the
door quietly behind me. I am wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a
plain black hoodie. I walk toward the steel trailer as sneakily as I
can. I get up beside the building and all I can hear as I press my
ear to the cold exterior is some kind of bullshit space odyssey
program that is playing through the radio. I make my way to the end
of the trailer and peak in through a few broken blinds.
There it is on the wall. On the wall
pictures of me. . . pictures of moments I had Star at his worse. All
mapped out like I am a criminal. My greatest weakness, my greatest
strength all there on display. Like he is planning to hunt and kill
me. Beside those are very crude drawings of space things. Some weird
looking alien drawing, some others that vaguely resemble a ship used
for space flight.
This is it, this is his lair. This is
where I will get my revenge over what Laura has done to me. She
embarrassed me in front of those drones, and I will expose her
almighty alien protector. This time he will not escape me. I twist
the door knob. . . it's unlocked. I slowly creek the door open. I can
see long blonde hair flowing down the back of the couch slightly.
It's him. . . it is Starrkadian. I creep up behind the couch and lock
my forearm into his throat. He stands up with a mighty strength and I
am hanging off his back, I tighten the hold dropping him to his
knees, as he is slowly fading out. . .
FUCK!
It's not Starrkadian. The height was
right, but this man was fat to say the least. He had no where near
the definition that Star had. No where near the stamina. His face was
half painted red, he didn't get around to polishing off the details
on the right side of his face. I look down at the unconscious body,
lighting a cigarette I think of what the fuck I am going to tie this
big bastard to.
I flick my camera on holding it to show
the audience the large man laid out on a bed tied down with chains
and locks. I flick my cigarette just over his face letting the ash
gently sprinkle onto his forehead. He wakes up in a start.
“A little bondage to kick the day
off?”
I say laughing to myself. He gasps in
response.
“Casanova. . . I knew that you would
come for me evil earth dweller.”
“Well Erie, fate would have it that
you are not wrong.”
I take a puff off my cigarette and
place it down on the dresser in order to get Ernie and I in the same
frame.
“Ernie, to be honest. . . I was
looking for Star and turns out that I stumbled across you on my way
there. So Ernie, what is it that really makes Star appeal to you? Is
it the bright colors?”
“It's his strength, his
determination. He is a warrior of the galaxy just like me. He is here
to recruit me to join his Space army! Now that you have found me he
shouldn't be very far behind.”
I smirk a bit. This false faith that
someone is just behind the doors to save them is instilled on all
civilization these ways. It's how they keep our survival instinct
away, the illusion of complete safety.
“So you believe in the same things.
That's why you get behind him. See the thing is Ernie you and I we
probably believe in a lot of things the same way, we believe in
equality. I mean everyone should. The truth is it matters how you
achieve that equality. People just don't seem to like the way I do
things. People hate honesty, they hate reality. . . they watch
wrestling to escape it. So when a man like me comes across it's
interesting to see what way the mindless drones swing. See I'm too
real. People want to forget that when they watch this show. They want
to cheer for the muscle bound perfect idea of a man. They want to
root for the underdog, the guy who always wins honestly, who takes
his loss in stride. I bring you closer to reality, I open the veil of
ignorance.”
“No, you are evil. You are here to
destroy humanity. You are trying to lead us into a dark age of
destruction and hate. Star and I will stop you vermin!”
I slam one of his old socks into his
mouth and blow a puff of smoke into his face causing him to cough
into the tightly jammed sock.
“I think that is enough out of you
Ernie. I think it is time that I educate you. See Star this. . . this
here is the type of man you appeal to. People say that I am
manipulative, well look at what Star has done to this poor damaged
mind of this man. This man tricked into thinking that he in an
intergalactic warrior, a man tricked into being a wrestler, a man who
has a shrine of me and looks like he may embark in the act of
homicide. Star, this is an example of the people you inspire, these
are the minds your ideology feeds on. If you continue to parade
around as some space freak. . . then you will continue to have an
adverse effect on the mentally ill.”
“No only that, but you have allowed
one of your fans to come into danger. I was looking for you Star. I
was looking for the ultimate revenge. Laura opened up a whole new can
of worms, no ones gets one over on Casanova English. So when she
reveled her identity, I thought that I would reveal yours. Now it is
not going as smoothly as I hoped, but it does give me the opportunity
to discuss our upcoming match at Armed and Dangerous. I now have
discovered how strong Laura and Star are together. One the brains,
the other the brawn. That's when it clicked in my head, that this
whole cage thing isn't bad for me after all. Star won't be able to
figure me out, and he won't have his girlfriend there to bash a chair
over my head. Laura what you have done to me. . . It awoke the
dragon.”
I push smoke out of my nostrils and it
swirls around the body of Ernie, who lies there sock in his mouth
glaring at me.
“Now you are going to have to witness
me shred the face of Starrkadian against that steel cage making that
crimson mask he wears permanent and all natural. I am going to make
him scream in pain like the primal space creature he seems to be. I
will dismantle him like a sick surgeon all the while forcing you
watch as I bury Star in the grave you fucking dug Laura.”
I walk over to Ernie and look down at
him, I stroke the side of his face that has the paint on it.
“Not only will Laura be watching as I
expose you for the pathetic human you truly are, but this
physiologically ill army you built. These kids that chant you name,
that will be forever scared by the things I am going to do to you in
that ring. These past couple months you have been a thorn in my side.
I know the rage that must be built up. I know how bad you want to
break me in two Star. I invite it. Give me everything you have. Cut
me, beat me, give me it all. Show me what the defender of
civilizations around the galaxy is really made of! I need that! I
need you best Star. . . so I can show these people what you really
are.”
“ I already broke Laura. You think
when this all began the thought of harming another individual would
of crossed her mind? Nah! I destroyed her innocence. I stalked her, I
drug her to the ring like a dog. . . and I showed everyone the sick
humanity Laura has inside her. Sure I felt the brunt of the pain, but
that's part of being The Modern Day Messiah. I paid for my sins and
Laura's, now Star it is time you pay for yours. This is the new
religion, this is government. . . this is The Revolution.”
“At Armed and Dangerous I'll fire the
final shot. I will expose your humanity.”
I get my face in the camera, burning
ember inches away as I snap it off. I look over at Ernie. He is
struggling trying to pull himself free. I walk over to him slowly.
“I know it seems like I am bad guy.
Really though the world isn't so black and white. I could just call
the institution that had you. I could tell them your exact location
and they could come and swipe you up and toss you back into that
padded room.”
Ernie shakes viciously trying to get
loose.
“Yeah, I could do that. I mean it
would be in my best interest. Considering this shrine of hate you
have built for me. I'm not really into those conventional methods of
cleansing the mentally ill tho. In fact what really constitutes
mentally ill? Really who comes up with the criteria of what
constitutes a perfect brain?”
I take the final haul off my my coffin
nail and jam it down beside Ernie on his nightstand.
“Relax big fella, I am not going to
call the authorities. I'm going to let you go. I know what it is like
to be judged for thinking different Mr. Herman.”
I unlock one arm and toss the key on
his stomach to unlock the rest.
“Our little secret.”
He pulls the sock out and starts
shouting threats with space lingo. I open the door and exit into the
night. I pull another cancer stick from is little red cardboard
house. I walk towards the car placing the cigarette in my lips. My
phone start ringing.
“Hello”
“Hey English it is Ronald. Don't go
to that location."
“Too late. I know it wasn't Star.”
“Well some people caught wind that I
was helping you out with this whole Star thing.”
“What kind of people?”
“CIA, I don't know. . . check your
phone I just sent you a picture they showed me.”
I pull the phone down and bring up the
picture. It is of a bright light that looks almost like a comet just
before it hits the ground. The date reads around the same time Star
joined VOW. I let out a slight “huh”.
“Yeah, pretty fucked up stuff. So
what are you going to do now?”
I light the end of my cigarette.
“Send E.T. Home. . .”