Post by Alyssa Davis on Nov 22, 2022 2:45:13 GMT
"I told you I would be eternally yours. I promised that everything I do in this life will be for you. That I will live the life that was taken away from you. That I would be the one that would deliver the ones who brought an end to your life... the ones who took you away from me. I will... even if it means I must walk down a road I never imagined I would be traveling down. Alone.
It was supposed to be our journey. You were supposed to be by my side as we ventured into this world. As we discovered what it had to offer... yet you are not here. It feels so empty, but I know this is what you would have wanted me to do, Mikayla. I know this is where you would have wanted me to follow our dream. Our passion and I will. Darling, this is for you. I know no matter what, you will guide me every step of the way. you will be there with me. Guiding me as I wander down the passages. I promise I won't fail you...".
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A woman wearing a black dress with frayed endings that have light purple half-diamond designs on them, black tights and knee-high black leather boots, sits atop the soft grass. Her right leg crossed in front of her left and in front of her, is a cream-colored ceramic bowl with a white candle positioned on top of it. An orange flame emitting from this candle, it is one of eight that are positioned in a circle surrounding this woman. Each of them atop a white ceramic plate. Their flames sway in the gentle breeze as the stars and moon shine overhead and the radiance of the flames reflecting off the porcelain white skin of the woman. Her expression is cold, stoic as her black hairband rests on top of her forehead, bolding back her raven black hair as it flows downward. Her lips are covered with black lipstick and eyeliner surrounds her eyes, before she gazes directly into the swaying flame.
"I wish you were still here,"
Her words are soft, her voice is almost that of an innocent child, yet there is a small chill that floats into the air as she speaks. Her expression doesn't change, however, as the flame continues to dance in front of her, small drops of wax running down its side and onto the plate, causing there to be a small pool lining its surface.
"I wish it could be us doing this... as it was supposed to be. As we had wanted it to be ever since we first met. I know this was your dream. This was where you wanted to be. Looking up at the stars as we rose together. As we showed the world just what we were able to do when we were together. Just as we did at school."
Her words are serene, a stark contrast from the emotionless expression she presents. Her mind immerses itself within the flame, watching as it makes small sizzling sounds. Hissing as the wick continues to burn and wax continues dripping down its side, spreading upon impact with the pool at the bottom.
"Yet you are not here with me. You were taken away by the cruel hand of the world. One that saw you as nothing more than a shell. A doll that it could throw away at any moment, even if it were at the hands of another. To the world, you were nothing... even if you meant everything to me."
Her head droops downward, as tears begin to run down her face along with her eyeliner, dropping down into the grass. Her expression, however, remains stoic aside from the corners of her lips beginning to quiver.
"You were my light. You were the one who was there for me, when nobody else. When everyone else saw me as a freak. As somebody who couldn't even speak without stuttering, you showed me that I was more than I ever knew. That I was special to you, just as you were special to me."
She gently shakes her head, letting a soft breath float out as she catches herself referring to them in the past tense.
"No. Just as you are still special to me. You were the one who saved me. Who made me see that the world was more than just isolation... that I was never truly alone, as long as you were with me. As long as your smile radiates into my heart. You truly don't know how much you mean to me, Mikayla. How your warmth. Your joy caused me to believe in myself. How you made me truly feel like I belonged. That you were the one that would allow me to see the good in this world."
Raising her right hand, she wipes the tears from her eyes, looking at the mixture of liquid and eyeliner that has formed on the back of her hand before placing it back down atop her thigh. The flame continues to sway in the breeze, but slowly begins to fade as the one to the right of it has.
"Now I know that was naive of me to believe. That no matter how good we are. No matter how much we play by the rules they set out for us. As much as we try to help, it can all be taken away from us, leaving us with nothing but the cold void of emptiness that now fills my heart."
Another breath leaves her lips, as her words become more emotional, as if she was screaming yet her tone remains soft and cold.
"I know you're up in heaven above, watching over me like an angel. I know that you are still in my heart, but it shouldn't be like this. You should still be here. Smiling at me with your sweet smile that always lit up the world. You always knew how to make me feel at peace with myself. With you, I felt I could do anything."
Her voice lowers into a whisper, as the breeze surrounding her starts to become colder as it brushes against the fabric of her dress. Her expression finally turns from stoic to solemn as her lips reach their full downturn.
"You were perfect, Mikayla and I promise that I will ensure that our dream lives on... that I will take them away, like they took you away. That I won't allow them to simply let you go. Just as I said when I held you in my arms for the last time... I will be the one to break them. To make them hurt... for you. For us."
Lowering her head once more, the flames around her begin to slowly fade, the red light turning a dull orange as the wick reaches the top of the wax.
"It may not be what you wanted, but it is all I can do. It is the only way to make this right..."
Looking around her, she notices each of the candle's flames have now extinguished, turning her downturned corners of her mouth slightly upward into a miniature smile as she looks at the hardening wax, both on the plate and the candles themselves. Her eyes fixate on them as she slowly rises to her feet. Her singular, forlorn figure standing out in the vast, empty grass field surrounding her.
"It is the only way that I know how. This is for you, my love."
Turning her hips, she begins to take measured, methodical steps before exiting the circle through a gap between two of the plates behind her. Walking through the field, she stops before lifting her head upward.
"Eternally, they will see the little pieces that have shattered inside of me. The pieces that cut me each and every day. Pieces that drive me to not just become a wrestler. To step into the ring as you desired. As we desired but to uphold the words that I told you. To become the best person that I can be."
Lowering her head and looking forward once more, she continues her walk through the field, until a small, wooden cabin comes into her line of sight. Its roof is lined by both tree branches and a layer of rusted tin, with a glass lantern hanging from a small steel intertwined chain from it, dangling five feet above the ground. A small dirt pathway leads from the door of the cabin about ten feet forward, which the woman turns onto.
"Do you remember this? We used to come here after school. This was our secret base as you liked to call it."
A small laugh floats from the woman's lips as she continues walking down the path until she reaches its front door. One that is carved out of oak and has a small handle protruding from it. Placing her right hand atop the handle, the woman turns it to the right, pushing it open.
"I kept it just the way you liked it, to remind me of the times we shared together. The times you would decorate this cabin and make it look all pretty. Make it feel like we were at home."
Walking in, the woman softly smiles. The cabin has light purple and black paint on its walls and there is an oaken table with three chairs around it in the middle of the room. On the right wall, is a singular picture frame. Its oak is painted in a light shade of pink and with glass covering the front. Within it, is a picture of three women. The one in the middle looked like a younger version of the very woman in the cabin, wearing a red t-shirt with heart shaped designs in the middle, jeans and black leather boots and a wide smile across her face. The woman on the right, and the subject of the woman's piercing gaze, is wearing a white t-shirt, black tights and black athletic sneakers as well as a golden pendant in the shape of a diamond around her next/ Like the woman in the middle, she too has a wide smile across her face.
"I remember this day. It was our first day at training. The day we told ourselves that we would become wrestlers. You, Melanie and I. We were going to be in this together... We were supposed to rule as a trio. We still will rule as a trio, for I know you two will be there every step of the way. Showing me the steps that I must take. The people who I must overcome."
Her eyes not leaving the woman's own piercing blue irises, she finds herself letting out a deep sigh. Her facial muscles are relaxing yet her expression remains stoic.
"They will not be able to stand in my way anymore. They will not be able to cast me aside... I promise."
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"I know I can do this. I know that I can step into the ring and let out all this pain. All this agony that has built inside of me since you were gone. That I can walk in your shoes and carry out the career you dreamed of having. The career that you should have been preparing for.
This should have been you, Mikayla. It should have been you readying yourself to become a member of the IIW. It should have been your name that they were saying, but it's not. That was taken away from you by a world that only knows pain. A world that does not care about who is taken from it, as long as somebody is. A world that wants us to suffer. That wants us to feel misery and pain. Just as I have my entire life.
Now, it is time to make them suffer. To make sure that each and every person who steps into the ring against me and looks into my eyes sees that there is not the woman I once was. The young, sweet soul that you know me as being looking back at them, but instead a woman who has seen the horrors. The terrors of this world and allowed them to consume her. To drive her toward the darkness. With only one thing on her mind. To make them suffer. To feel their pain coursing through their bodies at my hands. Watching as life fades from their eyes and drains from their face.
I care not for justice or what is right. That is what got us here. That is what stripped away everything and left the woman you see standing before you. The woman who will make sure that one by one, everybody falls at her feet. That they are left the same way the only person who opened their heart to me and welcomed me into their life was when I last saw her. A feeling none of those in the IIW know.
Soon enough though, they will. They will finally see that cruelty. That hatred brings out our deepest, darkest thoughts and causes us to do things that we may regret... only I won't regret a single thing. I do not care how brutal or sadistic you may think I am. I do not care if you think I am cold and unfeeling... because to me, this is about survival. This is about making sure that all the pain. All the suffering that has revolved around my life, is inflicted back onto the world that created it. A world that is rotten to its very core.
It is simply about survival."
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The woman, still wearing the same black dress and rights from earlier, sits atop one of the oak chairs that were around the table. Her eyes glancing around at the walls of the cabin surrounding her. A cold, near lifeless expression begins to creep across her face once more as her mind appears to be deeply lost within the photograph that adorns the wall. The one she had been looking at previously. In front of her, is a plain white sheet of paper aside from a few lines at the top that appear to have been written in black pen, although it is unclear what is written. Her irises dilating, she feels her body begin to slink back in the chair as she leans back against the oak. The surroundings begin to morph, at least in her mind, to the concrete path and building where she, along with the other two women in the picture, all began their wrestling training.
"Don't worry... it'll all be okay."
Her words coming out like a song, her voice sounds alluring yet haunting at the same time. Her irises continue to dilate as her eyelids begin to feel heavy as she attempts to keep them from shutting over her eyes.
"Alyssa will make sure the pain goes away."
Her song continuing in the same pitch, she manages to keep her eyelids up as her hair gently rubs against the wood of the chair as she straightens her back and neck, her irises returning to their usual circular shape.
"Now hush, my sweetie. It is time for us to fly."
These final words being in a whisper, the faint sound of knocking can be heard at the door, causing the woman to rise, turning and walking toward it. Her face retained the same cold, lifeless expression. Placing her hand on the door handle, she opens it, revealing a man standing in front of her. Appearing to be in his early to mid-twenties and wearing a brown t-shirt that has a lion's head running from the center of the chest down to the stomach, with a small circular like design just under its mane, denim jeans that have small cuts in the middle of the left thigh, a brown leather belt with a white buckle and black leather boots. His hair is curly, light brown with the fringes cut. His eyes are a golden brown and look directly into Alyssa's own hazel irises.
"How did you know I'd be here?"
She asks, glancing at the man up and down as his lips turn upward and his eyes widen. A warmth exuding from them. Unphased by her curt statement, he simply meets her stare.
"I know you and how much this place means to you, Alyssa. I knew that if you weren't at home, you would be here."
She sighs, giving him a soft look as his stare remains. Stepping to the right, she extends her right arm out, resting her hand against the oaken door frame as he takes a step inside.
"Why did you come?"
He glances at her, eyes starting to narrow as her expression remains the same, aside from becoming slightly more lifeless.
"I heard about you deciding to become a wrestler and signing with the IIW... "
His words gentle, he notices the glint within her eyes as he answers.
"Just wanted to tell you that I know Mikayla will be proud of you. I know she is up in heaven above, smiling. Knowing that you are following through with your dreams. Your aspirations, even if she cannot be there by your side."
Alyssa's expression turns colder, as her gaze meets the man in the dead center of his eyes. Her face becomes devoid of any sense of humanity as the air surrounding the two begins to turn icy cold. Stepping forward, she stands in front of him as he steps back cautiously, raising his hands in front of him with palms facing her and fingers outstretched.
"Sorry. I didn't mean it that way..."
She continues to advance as he steps back, noticing the flames that have begun to form within her hazel irises as the light reflects off them. Her lips begin to turn upward, her eyes narrow as her face turns more sinister in expression.
"What have I told you about invoking her name?"
The man gulps as Alyssa finally stops four inches in front of him. The two now stand in the middle of the path, with only the grass and night sky surrounding them.
"I could bury you here and nobody would notice. They wouldn't even realize you were gone."
She whispers into his left ear, causing him to recoil as the realization hits him.
"I'm sorry, okay? I mean I'm happy that you are following your dream. That you're going out into the world and wrestling. There's no need to kill me."
Alyssa's lips turn upward once more, seemingly pacified by his response to her comment. Stepping back, she moves off to the left as the man calmly yet cautiously walks back down the path, heading toward the door to the cabin, which had been left open.
"Don't do it again."
Hissing, she follows him before fixating on him as he enters the cabin. Each of her steps are just as calm as his, but nowhere near as cautious. Turning his head over his right shoulder, the man notices the stare but swings his head back forward before entering the cabin and walking over to the table. Sitting down, he watches intently as Alyssa sits down on the opposite side of the table, her gaze remaining solely on him.
"I know you didn't just come to tell me you were happy for me. You really think I'm that naive, Nathan? So, why did you really come?"
Sighing, Nathan looks at her. A gentle yet pained expression begins to cross his face as his eyes return to their usual size. Placing his hands atop the table, he watches as the stoic expression returns to her face, the icy stare penetrating through his eyes and into his brain.
"You're right. I didn't just come here to tell you that..."
"So, what is it?"
He lets out another sigh, this time in the form of an exhaled breath before leaning forward.
"I... I wanted to see if you were really planning on finding the man yourself?"
She nods, a demonic expression upon her face.
"Yes."
He then nods, making a mental note of that as a sensation of dread crosses his face and strikes throughout his body.
"Okay. Just... be careful. You don't know what he is capable of and I don't think anybody wants to hear of you being a victim of his too."
Her expression remains demonic, as she laughs at his words. Leaning forward, her mouth hovers next to his right ear.
"It's not me you should be worried about..."
Leaning back, she returns her stare into his eyes as he also leans back. Her words caused a gentle yet worried smile to cross his face. Feeling his breathing relax, Nathan attempts to straighten his back as he sees the flames within Alyssa's eyes once more.
"It's them. It's him that you should worry about. If I get my hands on him, there won't be any mercy. Any remorse, just like he had none when he took my love away from me. He won't be able to breathe once I am through with showing him what it means to have your life stripped away. To be left with a void where you once stood."
With those words, she stands before methodically walking around the table and placing her hand on Nathan's right arm.
"It won't matter who tries to stop me, because nobody will hear their screams."
His blood turning icy cold, Nathan feels himself unable to move as her fingers run across his tender skin and a sinister smile crosses her lips. Her black lipstick shines as the light bounces off it and onto his face.
"Do you understand?"
Weakly nodding, Nathan involuntarily rises to his feet, quickly making his way toward the door in a manner similar to running as Alyssa stands there, the same sinister smile on her face. The sound of the door closing can be heard as laughter leaves her lips. Sinister and chilling in nature, it causes the icy cold chill within the cabin to grow further.
"This is for you."
Walking back to her chair, she sits once more. Glancing around the room as the flames within her eyes die down and she reverts to her cold, lifeless state.
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"One by one, they can come into my world. They can try to their hearts desire to kill me. To make me regret this, but they will fail, for they know not of what I am willing to do. The lengths I will go if it means bringing about pain and making them suffer. If it means taking their lives and all that brings them joy away from them, just as it happened to me.
I want their blood on my hands. I want to watch as they try to scream. Try to resist me, for it is the only way they can truly see the world for what it is. It is the only way they will learn that they had been sold a lie when they were told that all they had to do was dream and it would all be okay. That if they lived life to its fullest and enjoyed it for what it is, they would find unending happiness and joy, for it is the same promise that was made to me when I was younger. By my parents and by Mikayla.
I was naive and believed them. I thought they were telling me the truth, yet I now know they were simply trying to shield me. Protect me from the truth. A truth that I now embrace. Someday, the rest of you will understand that. You will have no choice but to see that it is not about being a hero or trying to be a light in the world but accepting that you must be cruel. You must become unfeeling and devoid of emotion if you are to survive. If you are to be able to exist in a world that will spit you out and leave you to rot.
I am here to teach you that lesson. Even if it means you must die in order to learn. To see it for yourself."
It was supposed to be our journey. You were supposed to be by my side as we ventured into this world. As we discovered what it had to offer... yet you are not here. It feels so empty, but I know this is what you would have wanted me to do, Mikayla. I know this is where you would have wanted me to follow our dream. Our passion and I will. Darling, this is for you. I know no matter what, you will guide me every step of the way. you will be there with me. Guiding me as I wander down the passages. I promise I won't fail you...".
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Lost River. Idaho
A woman wearing a black dress with frayed endings that have light purple half-diamond designs on them, black tights and knee-high black leather boots, sits atop the soft grass. Her right leg crossed in front of her left and in front of her, is a cream-colored ceramic bowl with a white candle positioned on top of it. An orange flame emitting from this candle, it is one of eight that are positioned in a circle surrounding this woman. Each of them atop a white ceramic plate. Their flames sway in the gentle breeze as the stars and moon shine overhead and the radiance of the flames reflecting off the porcelain white skin of the woman. Her expression is cold, stoic as her black hairband rests on top of her forehead, bolding back her raven black hair as it flows downward. Her lips are covered with black lipstick and eyeliner surrounds her eyes, before she gazes directly into the swaying flame.
"I wish you were still here,"
Her words are soft, her voice is almost that of an innocent child, yet there is a small chill that floats into the air as she speaks. Her expression doesn't change, however, as the flame continues to dance in front of her, small drops of wax running down its side and onto the plate, causing there to be a small pool lining its surface.
"I wish it could be us doing this... as it was supposed to be. As we had wanted it to be ever since we first met. I know this was your dream. This was where you wanted to be. Looking up at the stars as we rose together. As we showed the world just what we were able to do when we were together. Just as we did at school."
Her words are serene, a stark contrast from the emotionless expression she presents. Her mind immerses itself within the flame, watching as it makes small sizzling sounds. Hissing as the wick continues to burn and wax continues dripping down its side, spreading upon impact with the pool at the bottom.
"Yet you are not here with me. You were taken away by the cruel hand of the world. One that saw you as nothing more than a shell. A doll that it could throw away at any moment, even if it were at the hands of another. To the world, you were nothing... even if you meant everything to me."
Her head droops downward, as tears begin to run down her face along with her eyeliner, dropping down into the grass. Her expression, however, remains stoic aside from the corners of her lips beginning to quiver.
"You were my light. You were the one who was there for me, when nobody else. When everyone else saw me as a freak. As somebody who couldn't even speak without stuttering, you showed me that I was more than I ever knew. That I was special to you, just as you were special to me."
She gently shakes her head, letting a soft breath float out as she catches herself referring to them in the past tense.
"No. Just as you are still special to me. You were the one who saved me. Who made me see that the world was more than just isolation... that I was never truly alone, as long as you were with me. As long as your smile radiates into my heart. You truly don't know how much you mean to me, Mikayla. How your warmth. Your joy caused me to believe in myself. How you made me truly feel like I belonged. That you were the one that would allow me to see the good in this world."
Raising her right hand, she wipes the tears from her eyes, looking at the mixture of liquid and eyeliner that has formed on the back of her hand before placing it back down atop her thigh. The flame continues to sway in the breeze, but slowly begins to fade as the one to the right of it has.
"Now I know that was naive of me to believe. That no matter how good we are. No matter how much we play by the rules they set out for us. As much as we try to help, it can all be taken away from us, leaving us with nothing but the cold void of emptiness that now fills my heart."
Another breath leaves her lips, as her words become more emotional, as if she was screaming yet her tone remains soft and cold.
"I know you're up in heaven above, watching over me like an angel. I know that you are still in my heart, but it shouldn't be like this. You should still be here. Smiling at me with your sweet smile that always lit up the world. You always knew how to make me feel at peace with myself. With you, I felt I could do anything."
Her voice lowers into a whisper, as the breeze surrounding her starts to become colder as it brushes against the fabric of her dress. Her expression finally turns from stoic to solemn as her lips reach their full downturn.
"You were perfect, Mikayla and I promise that I will ensure that our dream lives on... that I will take them away, like they took you away. That I won't allow them to simply let you go. Just as I said when I held you in my arms for the last time... I will be the one to break them. To make them hurt... for you. For us."
Lowering her head once more, the flames around her begin to slowly fade, the red light turning a dull orange as the wick reaches the top of the wax.
"It may not be what you wanted, but it is all I can do. It is the only way to make this right..."
Looking around her, she notices each of the candle's flames have now extinguished, turning her downturned corners of her mouth slightly upward into a miniature smile as she looks at the hardening wax, both on the plate and the candles themselves. Her eyes fixate on them as she slowly rises to her feet. Her singular, forlorn figure standing out in the vast, empty grass field surrounding her.
"It is the only way that I know how. This is for you, my love."
Turning her hips, she begins to take measured, methodical steps before exiting the circle through a gap between two of the plates behind her. Walking through the field, she stops before lifting her head upward.
"Eternally, they will see the little pieces that have shattered inside of me. The pieces that cut me each and every day. Pieces that drive me to not just become a wrestler. To step into the ring as you desired. As we desired but to uphold the words that I told you. To become the best person that I can be."
Lowering her head and looking forward once more, she continues her walk through the field, until a small, wooden cabin comes into her line of sight. Its roof is lined by both tree branches and a layer of rusted tin, with a glass lantern hanging from a small steel intertwined chain from it, dangling five feet above the ground. A small dirt pathway leads from the door of the cabin about ten feet forward, which the woman turns onto.
"Do you remember this? We used to come here after school. This was our secret base as you liked to call it."
A small laugh floats from the woman's lips as she continues walking down the path until she reaches its front door. One that is carved out of oak and has a small handle protruding from it. Placing her right hand atop the handle, the woman turns it to the right, pushing it open.
"I kept it just the way you liked it, to remind me of the times we shared together. The times you would decorate this cabin and make it look all pretty. Make it feel like we were at home."
Walking in, the woman softly smiles. The cabin has light purple and black paint on its walls and there is an oaken table with three chairs around it in the middle of the room. On the right wall, is a singular picture frame. Its oak is painted in a light shade of pink and with glass covering the front. Within it, is a picture of three women. The one in the middle looked like a younger version of the very woman in the cabin, wearing a red t-shirt with heart shaped designs in the middle, jeans and black leather boots and a wide smile across her face. The woman on the right, and the subject of the woman's piercing gaze, is wearing a white t-shirt, black tights and black athletic sneakers as well as a golden pendant in the shape of a diamond around her next/ Like the woman in the middle, she too has a wide smile across her face.
"I remember this day. It was our first day at training. The day we told ourselves that we would become wrestlers. You, Melanie and I. We were going to be in this together... We were supposed to rule as a trio. We still will rule as a trio, for I know you two will be there every step of the way. Showing me the steps that I must take. The people who I must overcome."
Her eyes not leaving the woman's own piercing blue irises, she finds herself letting out a deep sigh. Her facial muscles are relaxing yet her expression remains stoic.
"They will not be able to stand in my way anymore. They will not be able to cast me aside... I promise."
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"I know I can do this. I know that I can step into the ring and let out all this pain. All this agony that has built inside of me since you were gone. That I can walk in your shoes and carry out the career you dreamed of having. The career that you should have been preparing for.
This should have been you, Mikayla. It should have been you readying yourself to become a member of the IIW. It should have been your name that they were saying, but it's not. That was taken away from you by a world that only knows pain. A world that does not care about who is taken from it, as long as somebody is. A world that wants us to suffer. That wants us to feel misery and pain. Just as I have my entire life.
Now, it is time to make them suffer. To make sure that each and every person who steps into the ring against me and looks into my eyes sees that there is not the woman I once was. The young, sweet soul that you know me as being looking back at them, but instead a woman who has seen the horrors. The terrors of this world and allowed them to consume her. To drive her toward the darkness. With only one thing on her mind. To make them suffer. To feel their pain coursing through their bodies at my hands. Watching as life fades from their eyes and drains from their face.
I care not for justice or what is right. That is what got us here. That is what stripped away everything and left the woman you see standing before you. The woman who will make sure that one by one, everybody falls at her feet. That they are left the same way the only person who opened their heart to me and welcomed me into their life was when I last saw her. A feeling none of those in the IIW know.
Soon enough though, they will. They will finally see that cruelty. That hatred brings out our deepest, darkest thoughts and causes us to do things that we may regret... only I won't regret a single thing. I do not care how brutal or sadistic you may think I am. I do not care if you think I am cold and unfeeling... because to me, this is about survival. This is about making sure that all the pain. All the suffering that has revolved around my life, is inflicted back onto the world that created it. A world that is rotten to its very core.
It is simply about survival."
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Little River, Idaho.
The woman, still wearing the same black dress and rights from earlier, sits atop one of the oak chairs that were around the table. Her eyes glancing around at the walls of the cabin surrounding her. A cold, near lifeless expression begins to creep across her face once more as her mind appears to be deeply lost within the photograph that adorns the wall. The one she had been looking at previously. In front of her, is a plain white sheet of paper aside from a few lines at the top that appear to have been written in black pen, although it is unclear what is written. Her irises dilating, she feels her body begin to slink back in the chair as she leans back against the oak. The surroundings begin to morph, at least in her mind, to the concrete path and building where she, along with the other two women in the picture, all began their wrestling training.
"Don't worry... it'll all be okay."
Her words coming out like a song, her voice sounds alluring yet haunting at the same time. Her irises continue to dilate as her eyelids begin to feel heavy as she attempts to keep them from shutting over her eyes.
"Alyssa will make sure the pain goes away."
Her song continuing in the same pitch, she manages to keep her eyelids up as her hair gently rubs against the wood of the chair as she straightens her back and neck, her irises returning to their usual circular shape.
"Now hush, my sweetie. It is time for us to fly."
These final words being in a whisper, the faint sound of knocking can be heard at the door, causing the woman to rise, turning and walking toward it. Her face retained the same cold, lifeless expression. Placing her hand on the door handle, she opens it, revealing a man standing in front of her. Appearing to be in his early to mid-twenties and wearing a brown t-shirt that has a lion's head running from the center of the chest down to the stomach, with a small circular like design just under its mane, denim jeans that have small cuts in the middle of the left thigh, a brown leather belt with a white buckle and black leather boots. His hair is curly, light brown with the fringes cut. His eyes are a golden brown and look directly into Alyssa's own hazel irises.
"How did you know I'd be here?"
She asks, glancing at the man up and down as his lips turn upward and his eyes widen. A warmth exuding from them. Unphased by her curt statement, he simply meets her stare.
"I know you and how much this place means to you, Alyssa. I knew that if you weren't at home, you would be here."
She sighs, giving him a soft look as his stare remains. Stepping to the right, she extends her right arm out, resting her hand against the oaken door frame as he takes a step inside.
"Why did you come?"
He glances at her, eyes starting to narrow as her expression remains the same, aside from becoming slightly more lifeless.
"I heard about you deciding to become a wrestler and signing with the IIW... "
His words gentle, he notices the glint within her eyes as he answers.
"Just wanted to tell you that I know Mikayla will be proud of you. I know she is up in heaven above, smiling. Knowing that you are following through with your dreams. Your aspirations, even if she cannot be there by your side."
Alyssa's expression turns colder, as her gaze meets the man in the dead center of his eyes. Her face becomes devoid of any sense of humanity as the air surrounding the two begins to turn icy cold. Stepping forward, she stands in front of him as he steps back cautiously, raising his hands in front of him with palms facing her and fingers outstretched.
"Sorry. I didn't mean it that way..."
She continues to advance as he steps back, noticing the flames that have begun to form within her hazel irises as the light reflects off them. Her lips begin to turn upward, her eyes narrow as her face turns more sinister in expression.
"What have I told you about invoking her name?"
The man gulps as Alyssa finally stops four inches in front of him. The two now stand in the middle of the path, with only the grass and night sky surrounding them.
"I could bury you here and nobody would notice. They wouldn't even realize you were gone."
She whispers into his left ear, causing him to recoil as the realization hits him.
"I'm sorry, okay? I mean I'm happy that you are following your dream. That you're going out into the world and wrestling. There's no need to kill me."
Alyssa's lips turn upward once more, seemingly pacified by his response to her comment. Stepping back, she moves off to the left as the man calmly yet cautiously walks back down the path, heading toward the door to the cabin, which had been left open.
"Don't do it again."
Hissing, she follows him before fixating on him as he enters the cabin. Each of her steps are just as calm as his, but nowhere near as cautious. Turning his head over his right shoulder, the man notices the stare but swings his head back forward before entering the cabin and walking over to the table. Sitting down, he watches intently as Alyssa sits down on the opposite side of the table, her gaze remaining solely on him.
"I know you didn't just come to tell me you were happy for me. You really think I'm that naive, Nathan? So, why did you really come?"
Sighing, Nathan looks at her. A gentle yet pained expression begins to cross his face as his eyes return to their usual size. Placing his hands atop the table, he watches as the stoic expression returns to her face, the icy stare penetrating through his eyes and into his brain.
"You're right. I didn't just come here to tell you that..."
"So, what is it?"
He lets out another sigh, this time in the form of an exhaled breath before leaning forward.
"I... I wanted to see if you were really planning on finding the man yourself?"
She nods, a demonic expression upon her face.
"Yes."
He then nods, making a mental note of that as a sensation of dread crosses his face and strikes throughout his body.
"Okay. Just... be careful. You don't know what he is capable of and I don't think anybody wants to hear of you being a victim of his too."
Her expression remains demonic, as she laughs at his words. Leaning forward, her mouth hovers next to his right ear.
"It's not me you should be worried about..."
Leaning back, she returns her stare into his eyes as he also leans back. Her words caused a gentle yet worried smile to cross his face. Feeling his breathing relax, Nathan attempts to straighten his back as he sees the flames within Alyssa's eyes once more.
"It's them. It's him that you should worry about. If I get my hands on him, there won't be any mercy. Any remorse, just like he had none when he took my love away from me. He won't be able to breathe once I am through with showing him what it means to have your life stripped away. To be left with a void where you once stood."
With those words, she stands before methodically walking around the table and placing her hand on Nathan's right arm.
"It won't matter who tries to stop me, because nobody will hear their screams."
His blood turning icy cold, Nathan feels himself unable to move as her fingers run across his tender skin and a sinister smile crosses her lips. Her black lipstick shines as the light bounces off it and onto his face.
"Do you understand?"
Weakly nodding, Nathan involuntarily rises to his feet, quickly making his way toward the door in a manner similar to running as Alyssa stands there, the same sinister smile on her face. The sound of the door closing can be heard as laughter leaves her lips. Sinister and chilling in nature, it causes the icy cold chill within the cabin to grow further.
"This is for you."
Walking back to her chair, she sits once more. Glancing around the room as the flames within her eyes die down and she reverts to her cold, lifeless state.
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"One by one, they can come into my world. They can try to their hearts desire to kill me. To make me regret this, but they will fail, for they know not of what I am willing to do. The lengths I will go if it means bringing about pain and making them suffer. If it means taking their lives and all that brings them joy away from them, just as it happened to me.
I want their blood on my hands. I want to watch as they try to scream. Try to resist me, for it is the only way they can truly see the world for what it is. It is the only way they will learn that they had been sold a lie when they were told that all they had to do was dream and it would all be okay. That if they lived life to its fullest and enjoyed it for what it is, they would find unending happiness and joy, for it is the same promise that was made to me when I was younger. By my parents and by Mikayla.
I was naive and believed them. I thought they were telling me the truth, yet I now know they were simply trying to shield me. Protect me from the truth. A truth that I now embrace. Someday, the rest of you will understand that. You will have no choice but to see that it is not about being a hero or trying to be a light in the world but accepting that you must be cruel. You must become unfeeling and devoid of emotion if you are to survive. If you are to be able to exist in a world that will spit you out and leave you to rot.
I am here to teach you that lesson. Even if it means you must die in order to learn. To see it for yourself."