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"All is far in love
and war!"
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Into Written Memo...
The day is cold, the night is young. The cold busted through the trees as overpowering gusts took over the forest. The bindings of all sanity rested in the hallow of the darkness. The moon glow reflected in the dew drops on the leaves. High pitched howls to the fullness of the night. Breaking of branches with every step, creaking and cracking. The silence had been disrupted with a screech of which can only be of female vocals. He marched on, but with a dashing pace. Worry grew over his concerned heart, the stress overwhelming. The cries of hid lover echoed the in the forest of despair. Branches coiled around the wrists and ankles of the young women in a trashy white gown. Thrown against the tree, it locked her in place. Her tears soaked her oh so perfectly soft cheeks. An extended tongue scooped the tears from her cheeks to the taste buds of his mouth. A loud cackle escaped his lips as the woman weeped for her lover. Stepping from the place of her vision she stared at him, her cries howled to the moonlight watching his bloody body dangle from a noose. His eyeballs hanging from it's sockets. His naked body slashed and ravished. The gag reflexes had given in and she vomited between her cries to the dark wet grass. The man continued to cackle. Placing his hands on her breasts, he rips the gown from her lucious body and licks her nipples. Sliding his right hand down her abdomen and beyond her pubic line he inserts one at a time his fingers inside of her juicy walls, to shove his whole hand inside. Gentleness was not a trait of his as he forced his fist up higher with every what seemed like punch inside of her. She screeched from the pain. Blood began to seep out of her from the ripping. Clamping down his jaw on her nipple, pulling back with a rip, he spits it to the forest ground. He repeats the process with the other one, as her tears have soaked her whole chest, blood came out of her breasts. Retrieving his fist..the man unbuckles his pants and unzips the zipper, letting them fall to the ground...! He plays with his fully erect joy toy for a moment before slicing open the abdomen to the women with a knife and ripping out her intestines. The screams she had produced were deafening as her heart beat began to slow. He licked the blood from it's edges before shoving them into her mouth, choking on some of her own.. he inserts himself inside of her and thumps her against he tree hard as she chokes to her demise... he increases his pace until his specimen shooting inside of her and his laugh echo the forest. Fade out of written memo.. The paper slipped from between his index fingers and his thumbs to the floor. His eyes wide. I was in a distant place from the study! I sat at the patio tables with a light jacket on due to the cool wind. I drew the cigarette to my lips and inhaled another dispense of chemicales. My eyes varied moods with my ever staring gaze to the horizon. My best friend sitting on the table in front of me, their name being Smirnoff Vodka! It is damn near empty when the door slammed open to the deck. He came darting towards me with disturbance in his face and anger in his eyes. Slapping the parchement paper on the patio table. I took a glance at it and recognized the writing and the first sentence. I tore my eyes from the paper quickly before setting my gaze once again. His finger proded against it as if raping the paper and his voice more loud than an indoor voice. he took a seat opposite of me and noticed the uncaring in my eyes as my attention is elsewhere. Silkk: What the hell is this? Madison: Paper. He shook his head with a sarcastic smirk and a fake chuckle. Silkk: Well no shit Madison, what I meant is what the hell is on it? Madison: Ink! Silkk: Check your tone. Madison: I'm not your slave, I say and do as I please. My stare still fixed on the horizon. Silkk: Would you look at me, god damn! I tore my eyes over to him sharing the same anger. Silkk: Why would you write such a thing? And how did that get inside your head. Madison: I took a pen and placed it towards the paper. Butting out my cigarette I lifted myself from the seat. Grabbing the bottle before me I exited the scene as Michael sat there in disbelief with my attitude and behavoir. I walked inside the house and headed towards the stairs, taking a swig of the bottle. Adena: He doesn't understand. Madison: I know! Adena: He doesn't know you. Madison: Of course he doesn't? Adena: What are you going to do about it? Madison: Make his life a living hell. Adena: Good girl! I marched up the stairs and headed to the bathroom. Taking the last bit of the bottle I run the taps and cool water comes fromt he faucet. I soak the face cloth beside me and press the cool compress to my face. Madison: You thought it would be easy? A match with me? You thought you could handle me no problem? Guess again my dear friend. You did nothing but dig yourself in to a bigger grave. You lost, you couldn't cut it. You couldn't defeat a woman. Now look what I hold. I grabbed the EWA Iron Man Title from on top of the hamper. Madison: Something that you were just recently holding as yours. Sure you didn't want it. I bet your happy now, that I took it off your hands. That I will make this title important and then you are going to wish that you never lost it.. or you will try your damndest to get it from me. But wait.. what is that Novemeber Riot? You + Me & Iron Man Championship. Pretty typical. So you get a rematch for the title you just lost, that you never wanted in the first place. How unconvienent for you. Understand James, that the pain you felt on Knockout last week was just a mere infliction of a small woman with a little bit of PMS. You have no idea what is in for you.. and you will never know, nor comprehend the seriousness of my ability to take down everybody in this federation. Your failed attempt at defending your title proved to the management that your not liked. Your unwanting of the belt gave them an opportuniy for torture...1) Being getting a re-match for your old belt back, that yet again, you never wanted in the first place... and 2) Being in a match with me yet again. Don't think it will be anything like last time.. or it will be any easier. I won't go too easy on you, cause if I go to easy you might just get an upperhand on me.. but I will g o easy on you.. to be sure not to completely destroy you and any hopes you may have of furthering your career. I toss the title back on top of the hamper. Madison: You are everything but good James and I will prove it at Riot. I exited the bathroom to see Micheal dragging the parchment to me again, and he follows me in to his bedroom. |
