Post by English/Corpse on Jul 29, 2014 19:07:02 GMT -6
V.O.W Presents
A Casanova English Original
Monsters and Men
I see Kim run around a corner and I
chance her. My feet move quicker then I can imagine as each clack of
my feet against the pavement snap back in with an echo. I finally
reach the corner and turn.
BOOM!
I stop dead in my track and she is
inches from my face. I can't move. I am completely paralyzed by her
beauty. I try to tell my arms to reach out. . . I tell them to grab
her, but I can't even cause a finger to rise. She speaks to me.
Why did you burn me? Why didn't you
listen to me Casanova? I miss you.
I try to tell her I miss her too. That
I miss the way she touched my skin, the way she smelled, the way she
sucked my finger tip to turn me on. I try and tell her I want her to
come with me on this journey, but my lips can’t comprehend the
message my mind has again sent to them. She speaks to me.
Why did you burn me? I could be your
Queen. You left me. You abandon me. You left me behind to die and rot
with the thoughts of you etched into my mind. You killed me.
Her eyes glow a violent crimson. I wish
I took her with me. I didn't want to cause her pain. I didn't want to
open her eyes. It would be too painful. Her soul is gentle. She is
fragile. She is the only part of me that is pure. She speaks to me.
Why did you burn me? It was my last
message to you Casanova!
Her hair glows red and a flame erupts
around her smooth completion.
WHY DID YOU BURN ME?
The fire begins to eat away her flesh
she screams at me. I try to close my eyes, but my eye lids won't
receive the message, they don't understand. Either that or they have
given up on me, they have betrayed me and left me to see what I have
caused. They are allowing me to see the pain I have caused on the
mentality of a poor woman. I pour sweat. She speaks to me.
Why did you burn MEEEE!?
She shrieks as the flames engulf her
flesh melting parts, burning others to an unrecognizable black. She
screams at me her teeth protruding from the torn cheek flesh. She
just screams at me. I just sit there watching her burn. I try to move
my arms. I try to help. I push everything into it. I pour everything
I have. . . and
I wake up gasping for air with a
stranger's hand on my shoulder. I wipe the sweat from my eyebrow
calmly. I let out a small snicker.
You alright friend?
Yeah I am fine.
I look around the lobby of the large
airport.
Looks like you hard a rough night.
He wants to make small talk. . . fuck.
Nah. Just really tired. You interrupted
a dream.
Didn't seem like a good one.
You have good ones?
I say with a laugh.
Where are you heading anyway?
Minnesota
I have an event that I'm involved in there for VOW.
Aren't you that guy? English fella from
wrestling?
They are starting to learn my name. VOW
has helped me reach a few people. They have helped me spread my
message. The audience spreads each week. Theirs. . . and mine.
I just want you to know. I believe in
what you are doing. I realize that these people need to pay. No, I'm
not a psycho like most of the fellas that probably approach you. I
mean the big guys, the higher ups. The fucking MAN man.
His long blonde pony tail bounced
behind him while he spoke. He has potential, but I can't be scouting
for soldiers for my cause right now. The time will come for that.
So I understand if you have your sleep
issues. It must be hard constantly working toward The Revolution.
These dumb ass people need to just. . . listen to some fucking Tool
instead of Jay Z ya know?
Clearly he didn't get it completely,
but he was along the right track.
So what you want an autograph?
He laughs at me, and slaps me on the
shoulder surprising me.
Like you would give me one man.
He walks off, popping in a piece of gum
and looking around before tossing on some Aviator glasses. He walks
the opposite way of the terminals. I stand up from my chair and look
at my watch. Another hour before the flight. After that nightmare I
need a smoke. I should never have burned the letter from Kim. I
should of opened it and read it like a man. I must put those problems
in the past though I need to show these people enlightenment no
matter my suffering, or theirs. They have no idea what is good for
them. They will follow Star into battle to wage war against me, they
will cheer Mr. E. They still don't understand. Like their fiction
Jesus did before me, I will suffer for their sins to bring forth
peace. Peace that they have no ability to recognize, because they are
two turned off from the suffering. They don't truly know what pain
is. They are deluded by the media. They are told who to cheer for.
They are manipulated, and it is all two easy. Slowly I will work my
way into their minds, and into their hearts. My issues with Kim have
to wait. I have to put it on the side lines and focus on forever
being written in the history books of VOW. I will be the first VOW
Champion.
Fuck I REALLY need a cigarette, but I
can't walk all the way outside. Well I could, but let's be honest I
am exhausted. Those images flow through my mind every time I close my
eyes. I am consumed by the guilt, but it fuels me. It makes me hate
harder, it makes me stronger. Some people would see this as a
weakness, but I do my best work under pressure. I am creative when I
am exhausted. That's even a trait of a genius on the cusp of a
discovery that will alter the course of human existence. The other is
a sociopath on the verge of a violent mental snap. I hope to god I am
the first one.
I need to win this tournament. Not for
my ego, nah. I want to win this so forever the people that carry on
in this federation remember that Casanova built this fucking house.
Then people like Carson cannot criticize me, saying that management
is delusional by putting me on the Main Event. They have no other
choice. Look at what I can do. Look how these people LOVE to HATE ME!
I want to win that Xcel Championship to give these scum something to
look up to, something to chase. Something to loathe. Not to mention
how it would dig deep into the muscular skin of Star. What I did to
Laura was magical. I saw the rage in Star. I saw the undeniable
HUMANITY! I saw him fear. I will feed off of that, and I will dangle
that Championship that represents our craft in front on his face,
like I am taunting a bull right before I strike it for that final
kill.
I walk down the large lobby toward the
bathroom sign. I hang a right and proceed down a wide hall way. I
really need a smoke. I check the janitor door, and LUCKY it's
unlocked. You think after 9/11 they would tighten things up around
here. I grab the sign that tells the little drones to take a shit
else where while the facility is cleaned. I slip in and lock the door
behind me, placing the sign on the outside door knob. I pull the
camcorder from my pocket and place it on the counter top by the sink,
it faces the mirror so it can get a full view of my body behind the
red eye glowing. I pull a cigarette from my pocket cupping my hand
over it to ignite it. I flick the record button on.
Hello ladies and gentleman. As you all
already know I advance in the Xcel Championship tournament this past
week by defeating Scott Knight. My plan worked perfectly. I saved
myself a long grueling match, and boom there I go advancing to the
next round. I also got to play a little bit of mind games with Star.
Aw, the lovely Laura was a pleasure to have at ring side. Too bad I
never got my good night kisssssssss. . .
I stress the “s” hissing like a
snake. I take three small puffs off my cigarette and blow three big
circles of smoke into the air.
I think things were going so well your
little Earth Lady was going to invite me up to take a view of her
galaxy. I think she was even going to let me go milky way without
Orion's Belt.
I smile wide, and wink hoping Laura is
watching. I open my arms wide and take a spin on the shiny tile floor
of the bathroom. I push my hand against a stall to stop the spin and
lean there with the coffin nail dangling loosely off my lips.
I out smarted Star again. How can he
expect to keep tabs on this planet if he can't even keep tabs on his
Earth Lady? Star barely got the chance to ruffle my feathers. People
think I am afraid of what Star did? He broke some god damn handcuffs.
. . can't you all see. . . I have already broken his feeble alien
mind. This week I get the chance to break down the will of another
vicious athlete. If you can call him that.
I push off the stall to an upright
position no longer using it as a support. I walk toward the camera
aggressively a few steps. I point my finger.
People willing to die to preserve this
world makes me sick. They think they are fighting for our freedom
still. I don't care what your war history is, but we haven't been
fighting for freedom in a long, long time. You do believe in freedom
don't you E? You do believe that everyone deserves to be free. . .
well at first. Until they do something terrible. Have you ever done
anything terrible? Have you ever put a bullet in a man's head while
his kid watched? People think I am twisted, that I am sick. The
things I do may be warped, but the violence I embrace is of a legal
nature for the most part. I'm not hunting “terrorists”. You are
no hero. You fight a war for the men that oppress us. Your a fucking
mercenary. A brutal capitalist, no matter what profession and
anonymity you hide so furiously behind. You want to call me a
contribution for the way I spread me message? Well take a long hard
look in the mirror, and stop telling yourself that you are in it for
those people. You are in it for the cash, for the future. You are
nothing but a bounty hunter. I can see it. You can't hide from me.
You are a monster Mr. E. That's why you got into wrestling isn't it?
Another way to get paid by doing some violent things to people.
I'm no idiot. Rydell has a death wish
now. See were just crossing path's this is nothing personal. I see
that blood thirst in your eyes Mr. E. You might think you hide it so
well, that people can't get a glimpse of the things you have done. I
see the darkness. . .
I take the cigarette from my mouth and
exhale, I stick my nose right up in the air and sniff
I can smell it. See I wouldn't put it
past you to break down the door of Mr. Rydell late one night while he
was tucked in bed. Dressed in all black like it is a military op
mission. You would kick the door in. You wouldn't go to Rydell's
bedroom first though! Not you. Not now, now he is making it personal.
You would drag one of his kids, or his wife, or the loose slut that
Rydell is fucking. Either way you would drag an audience to the
slaughter. As he heard the screams of your hostage he would come
running. Rydell would beg, cry for you to spare their life. Then you
would put Rydell on his knees and execute him.
I smile wide eyed at the camera.
Then. . . well a man likes you knows
better then to leave a witness.
I laugh and take another long drag.
That is just what I see. That is just
what I smell. I think I am not far off. I mean maybe your not at that
point yet, but something tells me that it is something you would do.
. . I mean if you are pushed. Then I just worry how easy is it to
push those buttons. Did you ever suffer PTSD? You still dream of
those faces you have taken the color from? Sure, you can always tell
yourself you did it for justice. I'll just keep showing these people
that in this fucked up world. . . justice doesn't exist. I promise
you at Breakthrough I will not be receiving mine. This isn't the
movies. . . the man that people see as the good guy. . . doesn't
always win. I will expose the monster that is Mr. E. . . then these
people will get a glimpse of the mercenary that is run by the elite.
What makes me even sicker is that you
hide it. You hide your past. Is it fear? Are you afraid that if these
people see just what you have done to persevere their so called
present FREEDOM that they might regret you? They might not see you as
the superman you long to be. It is time to viciously strike down
another illusion. The man in the uniform, the agent of our oppressors
will fall. You will see who the true vigilante is. This week I wage
my own holy war, this week I will march to that ring a mercenary of
the revolution. You thought Iraq and Afghanistan were a sight, the
hell I plan on putting you through will open your eyes. It will open
their eyes. They will see the savage that is Mr. E, they will see
that monster inside you.
I take a long hard final drag off the
cigarette. I throw it into the sink, the small droplets of water
create a small singe sound. I am now standing fully in front of the
mirror, my face barely in frame now.
I know I have the capability to bring
it out. I see how much you hate me. I see you aren't yourself. Your
not sure you can destroy the villain this time! Your not quite
convinced you can come back from this mission. You want to feed, you
want blood. You want to take home another mission. You want my blood
on your hands. I am everything those men taught you to hate. I
believe in so many things you do not. You won't be making an example
out of me. I will not feed you need for violence. No matter how
neatly you try to package it, there is a monster inside. Don't worry.
. . I will save you. I am saving them. I will slay the monster inside
you. I will show you your fucking humanity.
Some COME ONE COME ALL! Breakthrough
Edition 9. . . watch..... steel...... MELT!
I smile shutting the camera off and
tucking it back into my pocket. This week I make a major step toward
spreading me message. I run out of the washroom stripping the sign as
I leave. A tall man waiting outside meets me with a cocked brow. If I
can keep the thoughts of her out of my head. Then again, maybe it's
not a bad thing. It reminds me the sacrifice. It reminds me what I
could have had. The easy ride I could of took. A voice whispers
behind me.
Was he. . . smoking? In here?
I just ignore him and keep walking.
Most people want to avoid conflicts at all costs. It is the human
condition. Most people are cowards.