Post by Blake Archer on Dec 12, 2008 13:13:34 GMT -6
Sitting at the edge of his porch looking at the vast city scenery below. “She doesn’t remember much of anything does she?” He swings his long legs around and tucks his knees into his chest.
(Memory one)
A young Loren takes a baby JR from her mother. “Just take her and meet us at the entrance.”
“What?” He holds the fussy baby after she had been to the doctor and had four shots who wouldn’t be fussy? “She is wobbly so fair warning,.” Her mother walks off to chase the little two year old brother of Jamie and leaves Loren standing there alone. He puts his hand that’s as big as her heand behind her to keep it from falling back. She looked calm and her eyes slightly shut, but grow big well looking at him. “Hey, it’s gonna be ok, I won’t let you get hurt I promise.” He turns around looking for the entrance that they all walked in from, the store is huge and is easy to get lost in. Tons of people are wondering around due to the holiday rush, but he can easily ignore it more worried about keeping it together since he has the chunky baby in his arms. “hey look at this…” He turns so that her eyes can see the wrestling figures and sports cards in the toy section he was passing through. “awesome huh?” Her eyes open wide seeing something new, but you can tell she is drifting off to sleep and fighting it. “ok we’ll move on.”
The people all look at him making his heart race, the made up voices in his head spoke.
“Look kidnaper…”
“Whats he going to do with that baby?”
The eyes all feel like they are following him as he looks at Jamie he sees she is asleep face first in his chest. The images of his dead mother’s face flash into his head. She had sufficated in her sleep. It starts to make him panic as he keeps holding her head out, but it flops back down in the cozy position.
He starts to get hot like an overwhelming feeling of a hot flash, then feels a tap on his shoulder. “Loren! Give her here you shouldn’t run off with her like that.” Jamie’s mother takes her back now that she is sound asleep and they all walk out the doors. Loren looks down sad that he got yelled at for another thing that he was told to do. Only his step mom does this to him… Why did his mother have to die? Why did she punish him by leaving and now this woman taking over where she left off?
(end of memory one)
A year had went by and Jamie's mother had another baby, as she was happy with the newness of the little new born boy Jamie ended up getting taken care of by Loren and they grew closer. He realizes now that she has grown up tough and inharited a bit of his mental issues, but he wonders how Jackson had been affected.
He swings his legs back down and walks around the porch rubbing the bottom of his chin. “What did I do? Only one person would know…” He looks up and walks inside getting a coat. “I need to see Sara.”
As the scene reopens he is inside a dark allyway that leads to a dead end. “Well I haven’t seen you arund that much.” The sarcastic laugh that followed the statement gave away that is was Sara Sullivan.
He turns around and looks at her dark eyes, a bit happy that she agreed to meet him here. “Sara… I … I have to know… about Deacon.”
She looks down then nods. “Yeah what about him?”
“He is my son… or at least what Maxine told me, but…”
“…but? Yes biologically he is your son… spiritaly is a different story. He is with his real mother… Maxine carried him… she created him in hopes to free a certain person from her cursed bond.” Sara traced her fingers over a wall. Maxine was young when she played with her magic and had bound a girl that she shouldn’t have. “You didn’t partisipate willingly… Heh … I thought you knew this?”
He shook his head. “No… I mean he looks just like me when I was that age… I’m so confused.”
“A boy can be tempted and still not give concent… Does that mean that you should have to acept him if you were a female?” She pushed him hard aginst the wall. “Think why Dorian would hate her so much? You are the one that she regerts the most… well almost. Evie is the reason she stopped.”
“Stopped??” He was still lost as everyone else was.
“Eh… Max won’t admit it to Rage because she doesn’t want her to hate her, but Maxine used to be well Maxine. She did stuff to people taking advantage and not caring. When she did it to you something inside her clicked. Almost like she regained her human compasion and remorse.” Sara had him backed aginst the wall hoping he might remember. How he was taken advantage of when he was younger and how Maxine had seemed to baby him after the insident. “She did it to Evie as well… She told me that she seen the same look in Evie’s eyes that you had back then. That type of inisence should be protected… not taken.”
Suddenly it all came back to him, being drugged, the way she had forced herself on him, the torcerious games she played. The terror took over his eyes, but then quickly turned into hate and anger as a dark spirit overcame him. “I wanted to kill her, but … but she took care of me. I thought I had to be with her so she would keep taking care of me.”
His soft inocent voice was still there he must be fighting off changing or maybe it’s his root feelings. “Yes… I remember… She was still young too… I won’t blame her, but I won’t blame you either. It’s why she hates Sprit so much for stealing you away, but at the same time likes her for acepting you as you are.” She pushed him into the wall. “DORIAN!” She pushed him harder. “DORIAN!”
He still seems not really there and punches him in the face. He turns quickly raging eyes of fire glaring at her. “WHAT?!”
“Jamie wants to kill you for abandoning Max.. she thinks you committed a sin. This is why Max didn’t want her to find out. Don’t you even care?”
“Not really… Heh… if baby Jamie Lynn wants to face me then so be it. It’s about time that the teacher and student faced one another.”
“Dorian, you are not Jamie’s father… just her brother.”
“NO… I raised her… I raised Jackson! I’m the one that took care of them and nurered them. I know where my passion is… it’s placed in both of them.”
“I should say… you gave her the symbol.” He looks at sara and thinks.
(Memory two : Origin of Passion)
As a wrestler on his own his mind grew unstable. “I need to find my place… I don’t want to be alone.” As he sat there a angolic looking woman with blond almost white hair wraps her arms around him.
“Do you love me?” He nodded yes, but she wasn’t even real… or was she? “Sweet baby, if you loved me then you’ll never let anyone take me.” He looked at the belt that he had won… the hardcore title. “Take me for yourself and never share me with them. I only want to stay close to you.” He yanked a piece of metal off the belt and the shreaded metal was put in his pocket. “I’ll always be with you you’ll find a way.”
“How… what if I lose you?” The woman yanks his head back like she is going to strangle him.
“Then you must help me find a new form… one that can’t ever be taken away. One of great power just like me from withing you. I’m your Passion right?” He nodded ever since she started appearing he hadn’t ever lost a match. “Good boy… I am only as strong as you make me.”
::Later on in the memory::
1…2…3! And here is your NEW Hardcore champion… Owen Gunn! In the back locker room he cries into a towel. “I lost the only person that loves me… my passsion is gone forever.” He stands up and rages his fist full strength using his arm into a locker. He repeats everytime adding more and more force until realixing the locker is heavily dented. His pupils are narrow and he turns around looking around the place. Owen is packing up his stuff with a big grin over his first championship. “He doesn’t deserve her… he wouldn’t know how to treat her or keep her happy.” Owen is clean cut looking and a bit of an all american. Loren used to be, but this wasn’t Loren. He sees a bat standing up aginst the wall and grabs it walking up behind Owne he swings cracking the guys scull open. Overcame he can’t stop as he lifts it and repeats again and again. The hardcore belt lays under the man’s body soaked in blood, Dorian bends down and picks it up. “I’ll give you a better home then trapped in this belt. You’ll be a powerful weapon that everyone will fear. I prmise that nobody undeserving will ever be aloud in your presents without paying a price. I promise that my passion will live on.”
He disapears with the belt and bat ariving at his basement home he torches the tip of the bat and rolls it over the shreaded metal almost becoming one. Pieces of glass from a former hardcore match were stuck in the belt and her grabbed them after adding adheasive to the edge sprinkling them over it. The weapon looked dealy and he smirked. In his head he could hear a female laugh that was pleased with the reincarnation.
(End of memory two)
Now Sara and him sit on a dumpster and look at the moon that isn’t quite full hiding under the clouds. “How do you keep yourself from changing?”
She looked at him. “I don’t just understanding when it’s going to happen mostly… or if I amd pissed off.” She laughs. “Kind of like you in a way. So what are you going to do?”
“Well JT is pissed about me leaving and Jamie for other reasons.”
“are you going to correct them?”
“Not sure yet it’s actually entertaining to me to watch the little rug rats grew up. We’ll see what happens.” They both sit there as the scene fades.
(Memory one)
A young Loren takes a baby JR from her mother. “Just take her and meet us at the entrance.”
“What?” He holds the fussy baby after she had been to the doctor and had four shots who wouldn’t be fussy? “She is wobbly so fair warning,.” Her mother walks off to chase the little two year old brother of Jamie and leaves Loren standing there alone. He puts his hand that’s as big as her heand behind her to keep it from falling back. She looked calm and her eyes slightly shut, but grow big well looking at him. “Hey, it’s gonna be ok, I won’t let you get hurt I promise.” He turns around looking for the entrance that they all walked in from, the store is huge and is easy to get lost in. Tons of people are wondering around due to the holiday rush, but he can easily ignore it more worried about keeping it together since he has the chunky baby in his arms. “hey look at this…” He turns so that her eyes can see the wrestling figures and sports cards in the toy section he was passing through. “awesome huh?” Her eyes open wide seeing something new, but you can tell she is drifting off to sleep and fighting it. “ok we’ll move on.”
The people all look at him making his heart race, the made up voices in his head spoke.
“Look kidnaper…”
“Whats he going to do with that baby?”
The eyes all feel like they are following him as he looks at Jamie he sees she is asleep face first in his chest. The images of his dead mother’s face flash into his head. She had sufficated in her sleep. It starts to make him panic as he keeps holding her head out, but it flops back down in the cozy position.
He starts to get hot like an overwhelming feeling of a hot flash, then feels a tap on his shoulder. “Loren! Give her here you shouldn’t run off with her like that.” Jamie’s mother takes her back now that she is sound asleep and they all walk out the doors. Loren looks down sad that he got yelled at for another thing that he was told to do. Only his step mom does this to him… Why did his mother have to die? Why did she punish him by leaving and now this woman taking over where she left off?
(end of memory one)
A year had went by and Jamie's mother had another baby, as she was happy with the newness of the little new born boy Jamie ended up getting taken care of by Loren and they grew closer. He realizes now that she has grown up tough and inharited a bit of his mental issues, but he wonders how Jackson had been affected.
He swings his legs back down and walks around the porch rubbing the bottom of his chin. “What did I do? Only one person would know…” He looks up and walks inside getting a coat. “I need to see Sara.”
As the scene reopens he is inside a dark allyway that leads to a dead end. “Well I haven’t seen you arund that much.” The sarcastic laugh that followed the statement gave away that is was Sara Sullivan.
He turns around and looks at her dark eyes, a bit happy that she agreed to meet him here. “Sara… I … I have to know… about Deacon.”
She looks down then nods. “Yeah what about him?”
“He is my son… or at least what Maxine told me, but…”
“…but? Yes biologically he is your son… spiritaly is a different story. He is with his real mother… Maxine carried him… she created him in hopes to free a certain person from her cursed bond.” Sara traced her fingers over a wall. Maxine was young when she played with her magic and had bound a girl that she shouldn’t have. “You didn’t partisipate willingly… Heh … I thought you knew this?”
He shook his head. “No… I mean he looks just like me when I was that age… I’m so confused.”
“A boy can be tempted and still not give concent… Does that mean that you should have to acept him if you were a female?” She pushed him hard aginst the wall. “Think why Dorian would hate her so much? You are the one that she regerts the most… well almost. Evie is the reason she stopped.”
“Stopped??” He was still lost as everyone else was.
“Eh… Max won’t admit it to Rage because she doesn’t want her to hate her, but Maxine used to be well Maxine. She did stuff to people taking advantage and not caring. When she did it to you something inside her clicked. Almost like she regained her human compasion and remorse.” Sara had him backed aginst the wall hoping he might remember. How he was taken advantage of when he was younger and how Maxine had seemed to baby him after the insident. “She did it to Evie as well… She told me that she seen the same look in Evie’s eyes that you had back then. That type of inisence should be protected… not taken.”
Suddenly it all came back to him, being drugged, the way she had forced herself on him, the torcerious games she played. The terror took over his eyes, but then quickly turned into hate and anger as a dark spirit overcame him. “I wanted to kill her, but … but she took care of me. I thought I had to be with her so she would keep taking care of me.”
His soft inocent voice was still there he must be fighting off changing or maybe it’s his root feelings. “Yes… I remember… She was still young too… I won’t blame her, but I won’t blame you either. It’s why she hates Sprit so much for stealing you away, but at the same time likes her for acepting you as you are.” She pushed him into the wall. “DORIAN!” She pushed him harder. “DORIAN!”
He still seems not really there and punches him in the face. He turns quickly raging eyes of fire glaring at her. “WHAT?!”
“Jamie wants to kill you for abandoning Max.. she thinks you committed a sin. This is why Max didn’t want her to find out. Don’t you even care?”
“Not really… Heh… if baby Jamie Lynn wants to face me then so be it. It’s about time that the teacher and student faced one another.”
“Dorian, you are not Jamie’s father… just her brother.”
“NO… I raised her… I raised Jackson! I’m the one that took care of them and nurered them. I know where my passion is… it’s placed in both of them.”
“I should say… you gave her the symbol.” He looks at sara and thinks.
(Memory two : Origin of Passion)
As a wrestler on his own his mind grew unstable. “I need to find my place… I don’t want to be alone.” As he sat there a angolic looking woman with blond almost white hair wraps her arms around him.
“Do you love me?” He nodded yes, but she wasn’t even real… or was she? “Sweet baby, if you loved me then you’ll never let anyone take me.” He looked at the belt that he had won… the hardcore title. “Take me for yourself and never share me with them. I only want to stay close to you.” He yanked a piece of metal off the belt and the shreaded metal was put in his pocket. “I’ll always be with you you’ll find a way.”
“How… what if I lose you?” The woman yanks his head back like she is going to strangle him.
“Then you must help me find a new form… one that can’t ever be taken away. One of great power just like me from withing you. I’m your Passion right?” He nodded ever since she started appearing he hadn’t ever lost a match. “Good boy… I am only as strong as you make me.”
::Later on in the memory::
1…2…3! And here is your NEW Hardcore champion… Owen Gunn! In the back locker room he cries into a towel. “I lost the only person that loves me… my passsion is gone forever.” He stands up and rages his fist full strength using his arm into a locker. He repeats everytime adding more and more force until realixing the locker is heavily dented. His pupils are narrow and he turns around looking around the place. Owen is packing up his stuff with a big grin over his first championship. “He doesn’t deserve her… he wouldn’t know how to treat her or keep her happy.” Owen is clean cut looking and a bit of an all american. Loren used to be, but this wasn’t Loren. He sees a bat standing up aginst the wall and grabs it walking up behind Owne he swings cracking the guys scull open. Overcame he can’t stop as he lifts it and repeats again and again. The hardcore belt lays under the man’s body soaked in blood, Dorian bends down and picks it up. “I’ll give you a better home then trapped in this belt. You’ll be a powerful weapon that everyone will fear. I prmise that nobody undeserving will ever be aloud in your presents without paying a price. I promise that my passion will live on.”
He disapears with the belt and bat ariving at his basement home he torches the tip of the bat and rolls it over the shreaded metal almost becoming one. Pieces of glass from a former hardcore match were stuck in the belt and her grabbed them after adding adheasive to the edge sprinkling them over it. The weapon looked dealy and he smirked. In his head he could hear a female laugh that was pleased with the reincarnation.
(End of memory two)
Now Sara and him sit on a dumpster and look at the moon that isn’t quite full hiding under the clouds. “How do you keep yourself from changing?”
She looked at him. “I don’t just understanding when it’s going to happen mostly… or if I amd pissed off.” She laughs. “Kind of like you in a way. So what are you going to do?”
“Well JT is pissed about me leaving and Jamie for other reasons.”
“are you going to correct them?”
“Not sure yet it’s actually entertaining to me to watch the little rug rats grew up. We’ll see what happens.” They both sit there as the scene fades.
