Post by Shelly Taylor-Jones on May 28, 2009 17:29:57 GMT -6
“For all the great power you hold deep within your tortured soul. You are still just a child when it comes to the darkness inside. You are still ignorant to the facts and decisions you have to make and realise. My brother, you say you pity me because of my upbringing, you say all these things about family and about not being my puppet. But the undeniable truth is simple. You are our father’s son. Everything he was is in you. You run and try and deny it. I tried to, I wanted to move on with my life, I wanted to let you live yours and forget I was a part of any of this. But there is no escape, no hope, no salvation. The flicker of light inside my soul was extinguished by my own nature. You’re strong my brother and impressive, but it’s all in vain....”
Nero’s eyes open, his pale eyelids revealing black eyes with no emotion, no colour, no light, just black.
“The business and life that you chose and our other siblings chose is one of constant struggle and confrontation. But here’s something I haven’t brought up or discussed. My brother, I’m better than you. Our father raised me to be better, pushed me to be better. You, Damien, Alex, you were the prototypes, the first versions of a plan that would end with me. I’m the end result of what our father called his “failures”. The only thing is, he said you were the closest he came to the perfection he sought. He always wondered if it was me or you, he always questioned if I was “one step to far”. Maybe he was right, my advancement in what he taught and pushed upon me shocked even him. But that question still remains brother....who is the “one”.”
“Who out of the two of us is “the perfect warrior”. In my mind there isn’t a question. I’m better trained, better taught, and I don’t have your weakness. You’ve felt that happiness “normal” people feel. You’ve had a wife, a child. You’ve lived as a normal person with friends. I have my sister, she’s everything to me, my friend, my lover, my family. I suppose Kristoff is also my friend, his normality bringing a certain amount of stability to me. But still, you’ve lived in this world too long, you’ve become weak. Because while Kristoff is a friend, I still wouldn’t hesitate to break his neck if I felt it necessary.”
“But right now he stands next to me, and for some reason those two trinkets that you and Philip carry could be in mine and Kristoff’s possession. But make no mistake brother, I don’t care about your little blonde friend Philip Burns. He is nothing but an insignificant little worm being carried on your back. And you allow it to happen?. My brother the only way you can regain your honour is to end this pitiful friendship. You need to cleanse yourself of the stench that Philip Burns has put on you. “
Nero smiles, an uneasy and unnerving smile. He bends down and picks up a small black dishevelled looking kitten, he sits cross legged on the floor and begins petting it
“He needs to lay in a pool of his own blood, he’ll stare up at you with his begging eyes and he’ll finally see your true nature. He’ll be an example, a martyr. The first victim of our father’s undying legacy. He’ll slowly feel the blood leave his body and flow across the canvas, and you and I will bathe in it brother, we’ll feel it’s warmth, it’s power, the soul...is in the blood...”
“It’s why no matter how hard you try you can’t get away from your destiny. What we are is inside you. In your blood. In my blood.....we are joined...forever....”
Nero looks at the kitten and pets it again standing up, Faith comes into the room smiling, she strokes Nero’s face, her touch seeming to subdue his madness.
“What are you thinking?...”
Nero opens his eyes and looks down at the small fluffy kitten purring in his arms.
“Breakfast...”
Nero’s eyes open, his pale eyelids revealing black eyes with no emotion, no colour, no light, just black.
“The business and life that you chose and our other siblings chose is one of constant struggle and confrontation. But here’s something I haven’t brought up or discussed. My brother, I’m better than you. Our father raised me to be better, pushed me to be better. You, Damien, Alex, you were the prototypes, the first versions of a plan that would end with me. I’m the end result of what our father called his “failures”. The only thing is, he said you were the closest he came to the perfection he sought. He always wondered if it was me or you, he always questioned if I was “one step to far”. Maybe he was right, my advancement in what he taught and pushed upon me shocked even him. But that question still remains brother....who is the “one”.”
“Who out of the two of us is “the perfect warrior”. In my mind there isn’t a question. I’m better trained, better taught, and I don’t have your weakness. You’ve felt that happiness “normal” people feel. You’ve had a wife, a child. You’ve lived as a normal person with friends. I have my sister, she’s everything to me, my friend, my lover, my family. I suppose Kristoff is also my friend, his normality bringing a certain amount of stability to me. But still, you’ve lived in this world too long, you’ve become weak. Because while Kristoff is a friend, I still wouldn’t hesitate to break his neck if I felt it necessary.”
“But right now he stands next to me, and for some reason those two trinkets that you and Philip carry could be in mine and Kristoff’s possession. But make no mistake brother, I don’t care about your little blonde friend Philip Burns. He is nothing but an insignificant little worm being carried on your back. And you allow it to happen?. My brother the only way you can regain your honour is to end this pitiful friendship. You need to cleanse yourself of the stench that Philip Burns has put on you. “
Nero smiles, an uneasy and unnerving smile. He bends down and picks up a small black dishevelled looking kitten, he sits cross legged on the floor and begins petting it
“He needs to lay in a pool of his own blood, he’ll stare up at you with his begging eyes and he’ll finally see your true nature. He’ll be an example, a martyr. The first victim of our father’s undying legacy. He’ll slowly feel the blood leave his body and flow across the canvas, and you and I will bathe in it brother, we’ll feel it’s warmth, it’s power, the soul...is in the blood...”
“It’s why no matter how hard you try you can’t get away from your destiny. What we are is inside you. In your blood. In my blood.....we are joined...forever....”
Nero looks at the kitten and pets it again standing up, Faith comes into the room smiling, she strokes Nero’s face, her touch seeming to subdue his madness.
“What are you thinking?...”
Nero opens his eyes and looks down at the small fluffy kitten purring in his arms.
“Breakfast...”