Post by Dex on Mar 14, 2014 20:17:34 GMT -5
Revolution RP: Dex
I watch her everyday.
I watch her everyday.
Prologue
It was almost as if I was developing some new found emotion. Lost in contemplation no more, I hid in dark alleyways and backwoods just to see her. It was my entertainment; a thrill greater than any drug could ever give. She was my drug. I haven’t been denied by her, like the rest of the world has to me. She’s never seen the monster I truly am. Left in awe of her beauty every second of the day. She was nowhere near perfect, she had her set of issues as well, most notably her forced prostitution. She didn't care about society, she was brash and bold, holding her finger out at this cruel cold world. Days when I couldn't see her I was left in deep depression, but uplifted by my fantasies of us together. Wrestling and her were my only true hobbies.
They say a picture can paint a thousand words, but every time I gaze at her i’m left without words. She was unbelievably pretty for a human. I felt true warmth anywhere I saw her. Watching her day to day, it was almost like a television show.
A television show I loved.
Her dark cold brown eyes gleamed in the sunlight, most notably at 1:00pm when the sun shined to its fullest. She had been beaten and sexually assaulted multiple times though she always fought back. At time I wanted to be her ally, to be there for her. To fly away with her away from this hell and enter a land of dreams. Where I could be considered “normal.” Her prostitution was enforced by a man; intimidating he was. He stood at a good 6’7, I've watched him more than her. He was my target, I even went as far as to watch his medical examination. Simply to find out more about him. He was the only thing keeping her more distanced from life. She was as distanced from it as I was. Though, she rebelled and fought, while I silently sit while society continues to shun me out of existence.
The soft silent voice that play in my mind is no longer any importance to me. No woman I’d ever seen in the past could ever compare with her beauty, not even the blonde women who’d I dreamed about for months. I gave up being easily influenced by others. I no longer cared for what awaited me, as long as I could see her or dream her. She was my inspiration, her life was mine. Her ideals soon became my ideals, and her goals were mine.
I wish I could hold her, and tell her that I could save her from this cold bare world. But I was nothing. A figure, invisible, something no sane person could ever accept.
I couldn't ever get enough.
“Brett!”
“I don’t think he’ll be alright.”
beep.
Sounds...
Her...
Every happy moment is always aligned with two or more so painful ones. I know I’d go insane without her, she was my medicine, a medicine that wouldn't kill me if I drank too much of it.
I’d learned in my free-time as well, I considered myself a viable scholar in this world. I analyzed pages and pages of history, trying to reveal the true meaning of life. History always repeats itself, oppression and hate are inescapable. Whether it be a certain race or a religion, or someone like me. The loser never lives long enough to write the history books, only the victors of this world can claim that prize. I couldn't be a victor without accomplishing my goals.
I wanted her.
I wanted to defeat ZMaster at Superbrawl.
And most of all, I wanted to be accepted.
I always find myself debating on my true purpose, why was something like me sent to Earth? Simply to fill up space?
The food chain that is this world is too dark to see past the next day, in a moment your life could flash before your eyes. Thats why you’ve got to.
You've got to live life like there is no tomorrow, to its fullest.
That is the true winner, the true victor of the game of life.
End of Prologue-
It was a cold windy winter morning, dew drops on leaves fell rapidly and almost violently. I couldn't quite tell what time it was, I only knew that it was time for her to wake up. She brushed her hair ever so carefully, with a red grand brush. Everything was grand about her. The bush I sat in was wet; it was hard to resist the shiver. At times it’d catch her attention, she always looked outside the window, she was afraid.
After a lifetime of beauty she soon slowly changed into generic yet stylish washed out blue jeans. Along with a red t-shirt to match; my favorite color.
Hours passed as I was in awe, she left her quiet home to venture out to the center of town. A place with many various shops and offices. I tip-toed alongside her, only a few feet away. I hoped she felt my presence. I wanted her to feel safe, I thought as she was striding down the cement walk-way. Oh her nose was perfectly curved, her eyes shined in the yellow gleam of the sun.
Life was perfect.
In a flash my life suddenly changed.
My life had cycled back to hell again.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't...
A tear went down my eyes as I saw my beloved fall vigorously to the ground.
Not a bullet I could hear with my ear, only the sound of my heart splitting in two.
Her beautiful red blood splattered across the walk way….
My eyes couldn't see color no more, a staticky black and white it seemed, that of an old television station.
Still my importance mattered no more, I know she wouldn't be okay. The gaping hole in her cheeks were her dimples used to be; was just proof of that.
Why..
She never knew who I was.
Who would've ever shot such a perfect person..
This life. Is hell.
Hahahaha!
Brett
Brett…
BRETT..
BRETT!!
What are these words?
Who are these voices.
WHY.
“I shot Sconious. She doesn't deserve to live..”
BRETT
I breathed harder and harder as each millisecond slowly passed by. I was confused.
Brett’s awakened, he’s about to return..
“Who is Sconious?...”
..Who is Brett?
What is this..
I passed out.
-2 seconds have passed since the shooting.-
I couldn't handle this anymore, I was confused beyond belief. And depressed beyond human ability. Is this life truly real? Or is there a god toying with us all for experimentation? I loved everything about her, her scent was ecstatic. I wish I could have been there.
But WHY?
The only thing I knew for certain is that I’d easily stomp on my WFWF opponents. Working with a slayer of devils and two experienced pros.
WFWF? Why is this in my line of thought? AT THIS MOMENT?
I truly am mad aren't I?
I truly am mad aren't I?
Brett..
You’ll never escape this life.
ooc: Yeah it gets weird, will be explained in the next RP!
