Post by Angel on Jun 28, 2009 19:47:00 GMT -6
The wind blows and the dirt flies back and hits me in the face. Tiny littler particles seeping into every crack and crevice of my face. The taste of it is dry, hot still from the days sun, but I ignore it and continue, as I should. It's only right after all.
"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of our fallen brother."
[/color]"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of our fallen brother."
His fall was long and hard, but much deserved. He has hurt too many and planned to hurt so many more. What I did, I did for all the right reasons. Another scoop, another toss over my shoulder, my work must continue.
"His life was short and so full of troubles, may he find peace with the lord. Hear our prayer."
My words fall on deaf ears, stifled slightly by the howl of the wind. Had it not been for my car I'd be in complete darkness in the middle of nowhere. I thank God every minute that the battery holds out, keeping the scene illuminated with two high beams.
"I did not know the departed as I may of liked, but what I did know, troubled me greatly. That is why I would like to take this time to say a prayer in his memory."
I stop for a moment, leaning on the shovel and looking up at the camera I positioned in front of me before my work began.
"For as much as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ; who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working, whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself."
Amen.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven... A time to be born, and a time to die..."
There is no more time for prayers, I must get back to my work. Nero does not deserve such kind words to begin with. He did nothing to ever earn them. With a great thrust I dig the hole a little deeper, a little rounder, bringing it ever closer to perfection.
"The two of you are to blame for this as much as Burns and I. Before any of this ever started, before Phil dove into Kendra, before Kris decided he'd try and be me, there was Nero and his blood boiling need to destroy me."
My clothes are filthy, my hand are dried and cracked, but I'm so close now, I can't stop.
"The two of you came to me, together, as a team, as partners, as men brought together by a common goal. Kris, so full of pride, brimming with confidence, felt he had finally found what he needed to gain a victory over me, my won blood. While Nero found a kindred spirit, someone filled with the same kind on unrest he himself knew. The two of you found in each other mirror images."
Perfect Strangers became Perfect Freaks.
"Then you came for me. The two of you, together demanded that I drop the facade, that I remove the mask I wore, that I discontinue my charade as the invincible hero and Savior of nCw and become the destructor you both "knew" me to be. You begged me, you pleaded with me, together you pushed me, teased me, did everything under god to make me crack from the pressure..."
With each syllable I dug a little deeper, a little faster, my heart was beginning to pound.
"THEN... I cracked, like a fractured pane of glass I succumb to the pressure of the Perfect Freaks, I let the two of you get to me, and I lost myself to Nero's rage and Kris' pride. I became everything you wanted to me to be."
I'm panting now in between sentences.
"And so you have awoken the demon, you have brought out of me all that you said I was. You wanted a monster, you wanted a demon, you wanted a devil, and you wanted a God... You got it... All of it... Everything and more... And now... Well now your not so sure anymore... Now your starting to see the error of your ways... Now your afraid..."
I stop.
You made me into this, you let it out, and now you have to put it away, or else you will know the fate of your partner...[/color]
I lean on the shovel, panting.
"I speak now only to you Kris, for you are all thats left. Nero... He's gone... I laid that demon to rest... Now there is only you left to deal with Kris. And I'm expecting big things from you Kris. I'm expecting blood, gore, unbridled horror beyond anyone's expectations... But most of all I'm expecting you to fall Kris, fall like Nero did... Fall to your anger, to your hatred, to your misery. Because in the end Kris, you are tormented and tortured by the life you force yourself to live. I know who you really are, I know what you could be Kris... And try as you may to convince me other wise, I know your afraid to let it out..."[/color]
I throw the shovel up and out, using my hands and upper body strength, I pull myself out of the hole.
"Come alone, bring a partner, whatever you feel like doing Kris, but I'm warning you. This is the end for you and me. There will be no more chances for you. You either get the win you've always wanted over the man you consider "god" or you once again know the awful pain of defeat at my hands... Only this time when you lose, there will be no coming back. There will be no next week. You turned me into this as much as Nero did, and now it's time you paid the piper. May God have Mercy on your Soul."
I walk past the camera, dusting myself off, allowing the viewers at home to get a better look at the scene without me being the focus of it. To the left, a freshly dug grave with a small wooden cross behind it, un-marked. To the right, a mound of dirt with another wooden cross, this one reading...
Nero
6/28/09
"Now my soul is deeply troubled.
Shall I pray, 'Father save me from what lies ahead?'
But that is the very reason why I came!
Father, bring glory and honor to your name."
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Go
A rush of blood
To my head leaves me winded and wanting
To feel the weakness in my body
Beaten and crushed like my soul
I walked the streets flirting death
But I never kissed back
I'm so lucky so cursed so ****ed up
But that's the way that it goes
Its the ebb and the flow
I wish that I could give you my time
Give you my time
Seems that doomsday has come early this year
The last angel has gone
I can't remember the last time I cried
The last angel has gone home[/center]