Post by Zelda Knite on Jun 2, 2010 0:03:31 GMT -6
-Flash- -Flash- A cell phone screen blinks on and off as another call is left unanswered we can see “Booberella” flash on the small dimly lit screen. -Beep- The sound echoes through the darkness as another voice mail is stored. The camera pulls out further and further and the night that envelopes everything is easy to see. She is sitting here deep in thought, something is on her mind, unable to think of anything else. She's alone here, just like she was before, she's shut herself off away from everybody else... just like she had before. Deep in thought she sits here, deep in thought she remembers the day she was “saved.”
*****3 YEARS AGO******
Zelda: **crying** Please Adam, I can't stay here anymore...
Adam: Is it really that bad?
Zelda: Yes!
Adam: What about school?
Zelda: I already quit.
Adam: What!? Z!
Zelda: Adam, I can't take it anymore! Please, take me with you!
{Adam looks concerned for his little sister but at the same time he is obviously apprehensive about taking her in and saying yes. Zelda is still crying as she looks at Adam and is breathing hard, almost hyper ventilating.}
Adam: Zelda, I'm not at a point where taking in a sixteen year old girl would be a good move. I've been sending money and I've given you everything you've asked for haven't I?
{Zelda drops to her knees and begins sobbing even more. She pounds her balled up hands against the floor as Adam knees down and puts his hands on her shoulders. She can barely breath from everything that is rushing through her right now.}
Zelda: It's not about the money!
Adam: What in the world Z....Why are you getting so worked up over this?
Zelda: I I I just... I can't be here...**heavy breathing**
Adam: Calm down.
{Adam puts his hand on her back and rubs it, trying to get his sister to settle down before they carry on their conversation. Zelda finally stops crying some and goes from her knees to her bottom as she sits there in the floor indian style.}
Adam: What happened?
Zelda: You left.
Adam: I left like six years ago.
Zelda: And it's been hell ever sense. Dad he changed, he he....
Adam: What did he do?
Zelda: Forget it.... but I quit school because I failed every class, because... I can't live like this anymore. Nobody likes me, nobody cares about me... except you.
Adam: What about all your friends?
Zelda: What friends!? You mean Sam!? The guy who I thought was going to rape me a couple of weeks ago? Yeah, Adam... I don't want to leave because of him.
{Adam sighs. He wants to say yes, but he just can't.}
Adam: Zelda, I'm always on the road... I never spend a two weeks in a row in the same city. I don't have a home, I live from hotel to hotel.
Zelda: I don't care.... you could always....
Adam: No. I'm not training you.
Zelda: Why not!? I want to...
Adam: It's a ridiculous idea, I don't want you to get hurt.
Zelda: You don't want me to get hurt huh?
Adam: Exactly....
{Looking sternly at Adam, Zelda doesn't say a word as she reaches down and grabs the bottom of her shirt, she pulls it up over her head and sits there in her bra. Adam throws his head back in shock at this sudden action but something catches his eye.. the bruises on her ribs, and the last marks coming around from her back. Adam blinks, not knowing what to say.}
Zelda: Will I be hurt any worse than this?
Adam: Z.... get up... we're leaving....NOW... just leave your crap, I'll buy you knew stuff.
Zelda: Are you going to...
Adam: **sighs** If that's what you want, I'll do my best... but I've never trained anybody before.
{Zelda begins crying again as she takes her shirt and throws it back on, this time however there are some happy tears mixed in there. She stands to her feet and wraps her arms around her brother, and a furious looking Adam... seethes in anger... not at her, but at the person who hurt her.}
******PRESENT DAY******
-splash- Tears hit the ground and make tiny splashes as the phone begins playing it's ringtone once more (The Legend of Zelda theme). She looks to her side to see who's calling now. Not “booberella” this time. No this time it plainly flashes the name “Adam” across it. She takes the phone and brings it to her ear, answering the calls finally.
“Zelda where in the hell are you!?”
“.....”
“You've got me worried about you”
“I'm here”
“That doesn't answer s**t and you know it”
“I took a walk”
“Kelly says she's been trying to call you for hours, what is wrong with you?”
“I have nothing to say to her”
“You need to get off this trip Z...”
-click- And that's the last we hear from Adam.
-ring- -ring- She just lets it keeping ringing now, like she has all the calls before. Quietly she stares into the distant night sky, once again thinking about what she has to do, once again thinking about why... she
“now it's my turn to rescue you”
She sits in her dark bench, in the dark night and our scene fades away. Alone she bares this burden, she doesn't necessarily like it that way, but she feels that's the way it has to be. She blames herself, and she want's to correct all her mistakes for the one person that she has always looked up to, for the one person she based her entire current life around... for her brother.
Emma... I'm going to be honest with you here. I don't really respect you, I respect things about you, I respect the fact that despite the fact that I've pinned you twice that you're still willing to stand up and fight for this world title. That's not something to laugh at, I would do the same thing, I would keep fighting no matter how things looked against me. So I can respect that about you, I can see the virtue you have in the way you fight. However, you stand for so many things that I don't, you drink, you're foul, you act big and mean. I'm not for any of that. So what you can get drunk? So what you can drink and curse and smash things up?
Am I supposed to be impressed? Am I supposed to just flip my entire opinions of you just because you think I should? You're crazy, I'm trying to be nice here, because you seem to think pretty highly of me. I didn't mean anything about calling you Donkey Kong... I meant it in a good way. You're big, strong, hairy, and likely have a desire to carry dainty princess up construction zones for all I know. You seem to have a thing against me because I'm small and pretty, so why not? I mean, I don't know it could be true right?
Let me be honest some more.. I just want to get past you. I'm not looking past you, I'm not trying to have my mind stuck elsewhere... but it's simply just happening. I know you're dangerous, you don't think I didn't see that the first four times we faced off? I mean, my first match you almost broke my back with some of your blows, it felt like you could of taken me in your hands and just snapped me if you wanted to. So I know what to expect, and I know what you want, and I know the lengths you'd go to get it.
I'm not looking forward to this match, to again go with the honesty route. Is that what you wanted to hear from me? Yes, I'm apprehensive, because I know you're good, because I know my mind is somewhere else.... I want to win, I want to keep on winning for my Zombies. They cheer for me so hard, and they just seem to always scream their heads off and keep me going when I think I'm about to lose a match... and here I am doubting that I can keep my focus long enough to make them happy one more time, to give them one more stage dive in victory.
Everybody has come to expect me to win, you know what kind of pressure that is? You know what that feels like, especially when facing somebody like you who is capable of snapping my streak and my neck in a single blow. I'm not afraid of you, but I am afraid of letting everybody down, I'm afraid of losing all the love and admiration I've gained these past months. What if they don't cheer me anymore when this upbeat underdog story finally ends, when my wings are finally clipped and I fall back to Earth will they still chant my name? When they see me bleed and see that I'm human, will I have a reason to keep fighting?
There are so many things running through my head, so many things and I can't focus on any of them. I just keep thinking of Kelly, I just keep thinking of this match... It's like a thousand voices all screaming in my ear, and here I am... “just wanting to win”.. that's not what I'm about, I'm about having fun, I'm about being me, and here I am worried what people will think of me if I lose? See what all this crap with Adam and Kelly is doing to me? I can't think here. I just want a moment to relax, I want a moment to be happy with my best friend and brother without the worries of their relationship on my back....
I'll find a way to save Adam, like he once saved me. To save him from all this pain that I started, from this pain that Kelly is putting on him. He deserves better than to be pulled around by that little.... he needs me to set things right. I have to do something, I have to do my best for him. My best friend is stabbing him in the back.... and I won't stand for it, and that's been driving me crazy, it's been eating away at me. Now you wan to come at me and take away my world title? The title that I made famous, the title that everybody associates with my face? I won't stand for it.. I won't let it happen! Not you, not Kelly... nobody!
You have no idea what I'm going through right now Em, you couldn't fathom for a minute where my mind is. I'm not like a cornered animal, oh no.. I'm more like a rabid animal. When I think about what Kelly's done, I just want to viciously attack.. anything... everything. I just want to unleash all of this pint up aggression that is boiling inside of me. I will snap at you, I will jump you, I will claw at your throat... why? Just because all of this is playing over and over again in my head, just because I don't know what else to do.
I don't know.... all I want is to hurt somebody... and you're the only person who is currently standing in my way.
Am I supposed to be impressed? Am I supposed to just flip my entire opinions of you just because you think I should? You're crazy, I'm trying to be nice here, because you seem to think pretty highly of me. I didn't mean anything about calling you Donkey Kong... I meant it in a good way. You're big, strong, hairy, and likely have a desire to carry dainty princess up construction zones for all I know. You seem to have a thing against me because I'm small and pretty, so why not? I mean, I don't know it could be true right?
Let me be honest some more.. I just want to get past you. I'm not looking past you, I'm not trying to have my mind stuck elsewhere... but it's simply just happening. I know you're dangerous, you don't think I didn't see that the first four times we faced off? I mean, my first match you almost broke my back with some of your blows, it felt like you could of taken me in your hands and just snapped me if you wanted to. So I know what to expect, and I know what you want, and I know the lengths you'd go to get it.
I'm not looking forward to this match, to again go with the honesty route. Is that what you wanted to hear from me? Yes, I'm apprehensive, because I know you're good, because I know my mind is somewhere else.... I want to win, I want to keep on winning for my Zombies. They cheer for me so hard, and they just seem to always scream their heads off and keep me going when I think I'm about to lose a match... and here I am doubting that I can keep my focus long enough to make them happy one more time, to give them one more stage dive in victory.
Everybody has come to expect me to win, you know what kind of pressure that is? You know what that feels like, especially when facing somebody like you who is capable of snapping my streak and my neck in a single blow. I'm not afraid of you, but I am afraid of letting everybody down, I'm afraid of losing all the love and admiration I've gained these past months. What if they don't cheer me anymore when this upbeat underdog story finally ends, when my wings are finally clipped and I fall back to Earth will they still chant my name? When they see me bleed and see that I'm human, will I have a reason to keep fighting?
There are so many things running through my head, so many things and I can't focus on any of them. I just keep thinking of Kelly, I just keep thinking of this match... It's like a thousand voices all screaming in my ear, and here I am... “just wanting to win”.. that's not what I'm about, I'm about having fun, I'm about being me, and here I am worried what people will think of me if I lose? See what all this crap with Adam and Kelly is doing to me? I can't think here. I just want a moment to relax, I want a moment to be happy with my best friend and brother without the worries of their relationship on my back....
I'll find a way to save Adam, like he once saved me. To save him from all this pain that I started, from this pain that Kelly is putting on him. He deserves better than to be pulled around by that little.... he needs me to set things right. I have to do something, I have to do my best for him. My best friend is stabbing him in the back.... and I won't stand for it, and that's been driving me crazy, it's been eating away at me. Now you wan to come at me and take away my world title? The title that I made famous, the title that everybody associates with my face? I won't stand for it.. I won't let it happen! Not you, not Kelly... nobody!
You have no idea what I'm going through right now Em, you couldn't fathom for a minute where my mind is. I'm not like a cornered animal, oh no.. I'm more like a rabid animal. When I think about what Kelly's done, I just want to viciously attack.. anything... everything. I just want to unleash all of this pint up aggression that is boiling inside of me. I will snap at you, I will jump you, I will claw at your throat... why? Just because all of this is playing over and over again in my head, just because I don't know what else to do.
I don't know.... all I want is to hurt somebody... and you're the only person who is currently standing in my way.