Post by Doh on Sept 29, 2009 23:56:26 GMT -5
The piercing yet dim red light illuminates the entire aura of this room and my mood. The windows, showing naked trees, show the harsh reality of the cooler weather already coming in. Inside the room is a chalkboard that is behind me, a teacher's desk that I have my feet on, a black computer chair that my ass is sitting on, and six rows of five desks neatly lined up. Two of those chairs are occupied...one by David Devine who is at the front of the middle row, and the other by the camera man, who is to David's left. David is wearing a shiny silver suit that helps reflect this light, a pair of black dress shoes, and his blond hair neatly groomed and trimmed at shoulder's length. I'm donning my old gear...blue jeans that have been torn by barbed wire from past matches at my knees and thighs, a black t-shirt that also has those same type of holes scattered around, and a black jean jacket with 'Apocalypse' in red lettering in the back. The particular feature in this classroom that I'm just staring at is the clock. I can't tell it's colors due to the red light, but I just see the second hand get slower as it's ticks grow louder. I glance at Devine and he's tapping the desk with his knuckles impatiently.
"Dude, what the hell are we doing in this damn classroom at the heart of night?" Devine asks, "This isn't anywhere near as fun as the last time I was in class. I showed the teacher my ruler and she measured it with her mouth."
I just respond to that comment with a cold glare for a couple of seconds before focusing my attention back to the clock, and it's seconds hand.
"Seth, I think you need to get laid." Devine faintly grumbles, "You'd feel a hell'va lot better!"
"Tick...tock..." I repeat the rhythm of the clock, "Tick...tock..."
"Tick tock?" Devine mimics, "I got it, I can rhyme this. Tick tock, a whore was stroking my cock."
I shake my head in disgust of David's comments, and just see the seconds hand hit the twelve, and the minute hand move to the six. It's 8:30 in the evening now. Devine mutters something else that I don't quite pick up as I'm just focusing on the clock...and how time might be an ally in fueling the dysfunction of egos in The Generation. I see the seconds hand go back to moving in it's usual pace. That hand brings back the visual of Tyler smacking me across the knee with the cane, in that same exact motion. I coldly dig my fingernails on the teacher's desk as that picture comes back to mind in my anger.
"Dude, you're face is getting redder than the cherries I popped," Devine sneers.
"Argh...not right now," I hiss toward Double D.
"You should've seen them bleed..." Devine swoons, "She was bleeding worse than Deathified was wrestling."
The word bleeding just puts a quiet smile on my face as I feel the red light grow more intense in my evil plotting.
"I have to ask though, Seth, what ideas are you going to get by staring at that clock? You have to strategize for the match of your entire career as four men are going to be against you," David reminds me.
"Strategize? I don't need it..." I coyly respond, "Have you forgotten what I've become? I'm the Deity of Destruction and The Human Apocalypse. I've slaughtered so many souls that God, Allah, and Buddha have lost count...but no matter what anybody believes in, they'll have four more names reserved on that list."
"Seth, isn't Sean supposed to be The Enlightened one?" Devine asks sarcastically, "All this talk about God and shit is freaky and he thinks he is one."
"If he was truly that, he would've read the damn Bible and know the best law ever created for revenge...an eye for an eye." I calmly reply as a smile comes across my face, "I like that...I might pull out Tyler's eye for ripping out Seth's heart. He ruined my ability to see the good in him, so I'll ruin his ability to see period."
"That's kind-a nasty sounding. If that law was legal in se---" Devine goes to say before he's cut off.
"Stop thinking about your fucking hormones for once in your life! I think the fact that Tyler has attempted to ruin MY life is more important," I growl.
"Well..." David shrugs his shoulders, "I forgot to masturbate, ok? Jesus H. Christ."
"Dude, what the hell are we doing in this damn classroom at the heart of night?" Devine asks, "This isn't anywhere near as fun as the last time I was in class. I showed the teacher my ruler and she measured it with her mouth."
I just respond to that comment with a cold glare for a couple of seconds before focusing my attention back to the clock, and it's seconds hand.
"Seth, I think you need to get laid." Devine faintly grumbles, "You'd feel a hell'va lot better!"
"Tick...tock..." I repeat the rhythm of the clock, "Tick...tock..."
"Tick tock?" Devine mimics, "I got it, I can rhyme this. Tick tock, a whore was stroking my cock."
I shake my head in disgust of David's comments, and just see the seconds hand hit the twelve, and the minute hand move to the six. It's 8:30 in the evening now. Devine mutters something else that I don't quite pick up as I'm just focusing on the clock...and how time might be an ally in fueling the dysfunction of egos in The Generation. I see the seconds hand go back to moving in it's usual pace. That hand brings back the visual of Tyler smacking me across the knee with the cane, in that same exact motion. I coldly dig my fingernails on the teacher's desk as that picture comes back to mind in my anger.
"Dude, you're face is getting redder than the cherries I popped," Devine sneers.
"Argh...not right now," I hiss toward Double D.
"You should've seen them bleed..." Devine swoons, "She was bleeding worse than Deathified was wrestling."
The word bleeding just puts a quiet smile on my face as I feel the red light grow more intense in my evil plotting.
"I have to ask though, Seth, what ideas are you going to get by staring at that clock? You have to strategize for the match of your entire career as four men are going to be against you," David reminds me.
"Strategize? I don't need it..." I coyly respond, "Have you forgotten what I've become? I'm the Deity of Destruction and The Human Apocalypse. I've slaughtered so many souls that God, Allah, and Buddha have lost count...but no matter what anybody believes in, they'll have four more names reserved on that list."
"Seth, isn't Sean supposed to be The Enlightened one?" Devine asks sarcastically, "All this talk about God and shit is freaky and he thinks he is one."
"If he was truly that, he would've read the damn Bible and know the best law ever created for revenge...an eye for an eye." I calmly reply as a smile comes across my face, "I like that...I might pull out Tyler's eye for ripping out Seth's heart. He ruined my ability to see the good in him, so I'll ruin his ability to see period."
"That's kind-a nasty sounding. If that law was legal in se---" Devine goes to say before he's cut off.
"Stop thinking about your fucking hormones for once in your life! I think the fact that Tyler has attempted to ruin MY life is more important," I growl.
"Well..." David shrugs his shoulders, "I forgot to masturbate, ok? Jesus H. Christ."