Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Mar 21, 2010 23:03:58 GMT -6
"Let us embrace, and from this very moment. Vow an eternal misery together."
-Thomas Otway, The Orphan (Act IV, Scene I)
-Thomas Otway, The Orphan (Act IV, Scene I)
*Jane walked slowly up the path to the small house. It was isolated, out of the way enough so that few would even bother to look down the country road. She had tried to follow her master's trail for hours. Since his loss he had vanished, no one had seen him leave the building. Jane knew something was wrong. She knew he would not leave without some sign. Some word to anyone of where he was going. She had called Cleo hoping she would have some inkling. She even called Ex to see if he had gone back to the manor. Back to Dunwich. But no one knew his location. So, Jane was left tracking the faint scent he left behind. Till it had brought her here. To this place that stunk of death and blood. Jane knew what to expect and slowly she entered the house. The man was laid out open in the chair, his throat torn out looking as though attacked by some rabid animal. Blood stained the cheap brown carpet around him. It was a gruesome sight as Jane saw the man's flesh pale and white from blood loss. The look of horror on his face sent a chill up her spine. Slowly she walked down the hall. The shattered pictures of the young couple crunched under her stiletto heels as she walked. She reached the kitchen and saw the young woman. Her face locked in pain and terror, her eyes closed and her skirt and panties ripped off near by. Jane could not imagine the woman's suffering. She had felt her master's wrath many times but it was rare that Seph felt the beast as strong as this. She was not sure what had happened but she feared the worst. Slowly she walked down the alternate hall and noticed two doors open. In the first room she saw a small nursery an empty crib stained with blood. The long trail lead further down the hall to the other doorway and slowly she inched in till she saw him. His figure sitting upon the beautifully made and kept bed. In his hands were a pair of baby clothes stained with the same blood. Jane was taken aback with a gasp as Seph slowly turned his head, his lips and jaws stained crimson red. His eyes flowing with crimson tears.*
Seph: Hello, Jane.
*He turned his head back staring at the clothes in his hand. Jane dare not look forward beyond the bed. Dare not look at what fate an innocent life may have met. Instead she looked forward to him and watched him slowly. Cautiously.*
Jane: M...master? Ar... are you o... okay?
*Seph stared at the clothes in his hands and silently he looked at her. Tears flowed down his face. He looked down at the clothing once more and clutched it tightly.*
Seph: He just wouldn't stop crying. They were screaming and he wouldn't... he wouldn't...
*Seph broke down to his knees bringing the onesie to his face. Slowly Jane crouched down to him and with tender arms clutched him... it was hard to see her master fall so far....
... a little while later Jane stood in the hallway clutching her cell phone. Seph stood in the hall, his face and hands washed clean of their stain. Jane knew what had to be done. Nothing could remain. No trace of this place and the sins of her master's beast. Seph seemed no worse for wear. Though initially upset he had gradually calmed down. Jane was amazed at how well he had taken it. A lesser man would have snapped under the pressure but her master was stronger than most. He seemed to have recovered nicely though. She smiled as the voice on the other side seemed to respond favorably.*
Jane: Thank you, David. Yes, we owe you one. Thank you for helping. Say hi to Alicia for me. Thanks, bye.
*She hung up and turned to Seph, who stood immobile in the hallway. His eyes glued to the picture of the young family, his thoughts flashing of the violence he visited upon them.*
Jane: David will take care of everything. Erase all records. Completely alter everything, Master. You needn't worry. Autopsy will reveal they died in a tragic fire. Nothing will be known.
*Seph sighed heavily. Something weighed on his soul. Jane could feel it.*
Seph: I will know, Janey.
*Jane could feel his pain. For one of their kind, the hunger was always there clawing and gnashing but what was worse than the hunger and pain of unlife was the beast. The beast dwells inside them, ravenously flaying at one's soul. Driving them into blood frenzy. Seph's loss had sent him over the edge. He had failed to beat the world champion, despite all predictions of the contrary, despite even his great rage. Despite it all Seph had lost and the murderous anger that had filled his heart had led to this families torture, but nothing compared to the emptiness. The hollow self hatred and stabbing pains that laid at Seph's heart. Seph had done something he had rarely if ever done. Succumbed to the part of himself that ashamed him. The maddening clawing beast within. Jane could sense his sorrow and being herself, she wanted to help him.*
Jane: Master, I'm sure you didn't...
*Seph held his hand up and turned to her. His face deathly serious. His eyes filled with a remorse no mortal man could know.*
Seph: Jane, I have done something... something... horrid. I have taken a pure life. An innocent life. Nothing you could possibly say could redeem me from that. Nothing could make me forget. Nothing could ever wash that stain away. No matter how hard I try. No matter how vigorously I scrub it will never wash from my hands. I have failed.
*He walked forward, his head down. His face downcast. His eyes filled with pain and suffering.*
Jane: Master, you have not failed. You can...
*He turns fury renewed in his eyes, righteous anger turned inward and outward at the same time.*
Seph: I CAN WHAT, JANE?! Turn back time? Stop myself from hurting them? Bring them back to life? Maybe I could go back to the week before last and defeat Johnson? Or maybe to last night and defeat Angel? Or maybe I can magically just make it all go away?
*Seph throws his hands up in frustration and sits down upon the nearby couch. His hands in his face.*
Seph: I can't... I can't do this. I just...
*He sighed in sorrow and fought back the tears forming in his eyes.*
Seph: what died here tonight was not just a child, Janey. It was the last remnant of the man I use to be.
*She looked upon him with the eyes of a child looking upon her parent as they really are. Failed. Flawed. Imperfect. Seph continued.*
Seph: The last rule I forged against myself, against the very dark nature of what I am. Of what we are. That last rule is broken and with it my failure is complete. I am no more a man. I am forever an abomination. In the eyes of god and myself.
*He rose to his feet staggering to the doorway. Janey looked at him with questioning eyes.*
Jane: But, master, what of your match with Ace? It is to be the main event of Wired. Why with an impressive win you could...
*Seph turned with a slight chuckle*
Seph: You speak of things as if they are so simple. As if I am just to forget my sins. Fine, let us speak of it... let us speak of a man who once rose to face a champion only to fall to the dogs. A man who is not even worthy to open Sovereign much less be in it. Let us speak of a man who was a myth only in his own mind. What good is such a man? Main event on wired, the first pit dog? What? I am to be impressed by how highly they think of me? By how mightily I stink of s*** and failure? How they mock me with calls of twilight this and Edward that? How they whisper my name only to laugh at my face? How they tickle my ear with "Main Event" while they finger my ass like a whore?! I AM SEPHIROTH DU LAC! Ten years I have given this business. Ten years I have built a legacy and it is gone in two f***ing weeks!
*He grabs up a nearby table lamp and smashes it at her feet. His eyes filled with shame and impotent fury.*
Seph: What do you say to such a man, Jane? I tell you what I say... no more. Let them find another clown to laugh at. I'm done. Burn it to the ground on your way out. Burn it all. Let their memories die like my dreams. I'm going back home.
*Jane stood helpless as he walked away. The door slamming shut behind him. Jane looked down afraid. Ashamed. She knew her master was great. She knew he was worthy to be feared. She needed to remind him. Remind him of who he truly was. With a determined look she lifted the phone and with slender fingers dialed a number she had almost forgotten...
... In a shadowy unknown location a chair sits facing a club. The shadowy figure of a man sits staring out of a window down upon the gritty streets. A phone rings and the silhouette of a man lifts for the phone lifting it to his face.*
Man: Hello?
Jane (on phone): Hi, it's me. It's Jane.
*The man moves as if to hang up the phone. Almost in response Jane speaks further.*
Jane (on phone): Listen, don't hang up, please. I know you two have had your differences but I need your help, he needs your help.
*The man sighs frustratedly.*
Man: What's wrong?
Jane (on phone): Somethings happened. I'm worried. He seems to be slipping more and more each day. If this keeps up I worry I will lose him to the beast. You have to help him.
Man: Vlad, going crazy? I don't believe it.
Jane (on phone):This isn't a joke, Alex. Despite your history you two need each other. He needs your help now. Please, whatever we once were you have to help me save him.
*The man sighs again with a distinct pause as if thinking hard till at length.*
Man: Fine, I'll be there soon. Where are you?
Jane (on phone): Tampa, The Castle.
Man: I'll be on the first flight out.
Jane (on phone): Thank you, Alex.
Man: I'm not doing it for him or you. Trust me. If anyone is going to give Du Lac "That sinking feeling" it's going to be me. See ya, Janey.
*With that the figure hangs up and grabs his coat. Heading out the door and as it slams all we see spray painted on the door way is a single ahnk symbol that tells us exactly who it is as the scene fades to black.*