Ever Thought We're All Just Pawns? Even Me! A Dead Man!
Jul 17, 2016 5:51:39 GMT -6
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Post by Julian Mercury on Jul 17, 2016 5:51:39 GMT -6
SATISFACTION
A lone lamp sits in the corner of the room, emanating a dim light that struggles to fight off the impending darkness, the unwavering black that surrounds Julian Mercury and his thoughts. His amused smile and titled head in the abyss mocking the would-be monsters that glare at him. There would be no sound if it were not for the crack of bones and the soft blowing winds that sounded in the distance, rocking the woods of the ancient household.
Once again, he has become an uninvited guest.
He remains relatively still, inhaling and exhaling, allowing his chest to rise outward and slowly pull back in. His repeating heartbeat pounds loudly, loud enough for anyone in the room to hear. Thankfully, the shuffling of feet and the opening and closing of the door signifies that there are only two people left in the room.
And one set of blank, hollow eyes that bore through the back of Julian’s skull. He can feel the heat of the stare – the disapproval at the look of him sitting there, with no thought of remorse or hint of guilt.
The lights flicker momentarily, Julian flinches.
The lights re-surge, and they beam down in a painful bright blur on the world that he had created for himself, this dream landscape that was only him and his thoughts.
Yet he had returned.
“Well Father, what a pleasant surprise. I thought I told you not to interrupt me during my reflecting time.”
The withering skeleton at the back of the room remains leaned against the ocean blue walls that are soaked in the blood of the victims of the past, present, and even the future. In this realm, everything is present for everyone to see. The rotting bones of Nicholas Mercury’s skeleton remain still and steady, as if the man himself was still poised and calm even in death, just as he was when he looked in his son’s eye and realized what he had done.
He remembered smiling at that point in time, he couldn’t quite pinpoint why. It just felt right, now he only remained as a plague, a vile creation that seeped in between the seams of Julian Mercury’s mind. He couldn’t speak, he could hardly move, yet he could think, listen and above all; remain here to remind his son of what he had done.
This is all that was left of him; he didn’t plan on letting it go so soon.
“Oh well. You’re here now, I assume you want to know how I’m going? Not that you really care, anyways.”
No words, Julian chuckles, turning his chair around and positioning himself so that he could stare directly into the empty skull, as well as the open mouth that always appeared as though it was locked in a perpetual grin. An evil one at that.
“I’m doing splendid, thank you for asking. There’s very little going on that interest me nowadays, although you already knew that the moment I first came on the job with you. Now isn’t that right? Oh well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Not much does.”
No response.
“Perhaps now I’m only here to see to it that this urge to manipulate and destroy is fulfilled. To ensure that bit by bit I’m ending one dream or another – maybe that’s why I originally decided to let go of the family business, to let it fall into the hands of some wealthy, pretentious asshole who only sought to further his own gains. Then again, I’m basically doing the same thing. I always was good at running away from my problems… or getting rid of them through my own means. Enough about me though, want to tell me how you’ve been doing these past few months? It has been a while since I’ve come here to… reflect.”
An audible cracking of one of the many worn down bones sounds from Nicholas’ skeleton, which remains slanted against the wall. Julian allows himself the briefest of smiles – though it never reaches his eyes.
“That’s just fantastic. Well, I’ve got some more thinking to carry out, which means that our visit will sadly have to be cut short. Don’t worry, my next visit won’t take quite so long to come around, there’s a lot to get through nowadays. Especially since I’m picking back up the old trade, might need to find some of your blades again, wherever they ran off too. Anyway, farewell for now.”
The skeleton fades away seamlessly from the room, which begins to morph and change at the snap of Julian’s fingers. He remains seated in the chair, although it is now in front of a huge desk covered in a virtual canopy of sprawling papers. A figure in a black-suit sits in the plush leather chair in front of him, although the face of the man cannot be seen behind the bulky back support of the seat which obscures Mercury’s vision.
“Glad to have you back, Julian.”
Julian says nothing, only inclines his head in acknowledgement. He knows the man in the suit can see everything.
Everything.
“I see you’ve decided to pick up a new hobby. Are you sure that’s healthy for you?”
“Of course it is.”
“Oh, Julian…”
The man behind the chair taps his finger against the chair, as if he were disappointed.
“You know that’s not a solution.”
“I’m not looking for a solution.”
“So what are you looking for then? Something to delay the inevitable? No, it’s not even that.”
The man behind the chair deliberately brings his feet up, resting them against the window seal, the glass panes hiding a world covered under the mask of fog. A world that is merely a blur, a world that Julian created for himself… but now dreads.
“What is it, then?”
“You’re still just trying to hide from the world. Retreating from the fray like you always do, slinking back in the shadows hoping that nobody will take notice of you.”
Julian draws in breath to retaliate, but is cut off before he can do so.
“You put yourself up at the frontline, but you’re just hiding in plain sight. How long until they find out, Julian? How long until they see… the real you?”
Those last three words plunge deep into his heart, causing more pain than the countless daggers Julian had planted in his foes. This was the end, he could feel himself tipping into the realm of nervousness – an area he hadn’t touched upon in many years.
He was about to crack.
“Just one question, Julian.”
He slowly began to bring his feet back down to the ground, planting them softly against the carpet beneath him, before twisting around in his chair to face his client.
“You don’t care about victory.
“You don’t care about success.
“You want blood, and you want pain…
“To wash away all else.
“So tell me.
“Are you ever going to be satisfied?”
Julian’s gaze which had diverted to the ground shot back upward…
And he saw himself staring back at him, with eyes that were an unnatural, frosty white. With the little amount of his pride left remaining, he pulled himself up, ensuring that his head was held high and his back was straight.
"No."
White-Eyes smiled.
“Just as I thought.”
COME ON, WATCH THE WORLD BURN WITH ME.
“There you go, Guardians. And I use that word lightly. Congratulations on your draw which you’ll go around telling everyone was a morale victory because you fought to a draw against the dastardly villains in Julian Mercury and Erin Fausse – who by the way used every cheap trick and brutal tactic they could use to get an advantage against the clearly superior Bonnie Blue and Polar Phantasm.
“In a few years, that’ll be the tale being told by these worn out Guardians, who speak to the children who by then will simply know me as the man who conquered. That’s how this story plays out, doesn’t it? I make my own name in this industry, as low as a priority that may be for me, and soon enough everyone will come running out from the shadows to try and play off of my success. Of course, it’s only natural.
“In only my second match, I faced off against two of the UCI’s “best” and only on my decision did the match end up with a countout result. Are these the remnants of the wrestling world, the best that are left to be offered as a sacrifice? That’s what we all are in this system anyway, right? Pawns being sent to some future slaughter by higher management who ensures that we’re beaten and broken for the entertainment of the masses, all while spewing out our own propaganda to ensure people are tuning in, garnering us more recognition and fame.
“Oh, if only it were that simple. Speaking of simple, hello Bob Bundy. Glad to make your acquaintance.
“And I’m sorry your little dream is going to have to end so painfully quick. I just want you to know in advance that I never intended for this to happen, nor did I ever want it to. This? It’s just a case of bad luck, something that you could’ve never prevented.
“Inevitability.
“It’s inevitable that our match becomes a reality, it’s not too far away now, is it?
“It’s inevitable your little career comes crashing down.
“It’s inevitable that we all end up crashing down.
“Unfortunately, your descent comes as quick as your uprising came – not that there ever was an uprising. You’re just a creation, a gimmick, rather than serve an actual purpose you’re what I’ve heard ‘wrestling folks’ call enhancement talent. Is that how you want to lead your life?
“No, of course not.
“And that’s why I take it upon myself to make certain you never see another day in the ring again.
“Don’t take it too personally, you haven’t wronged me in anyway. Nor will you ever, you won’t get the chance to. This is just something that happens, an everyday occurrence in life that’ll happen to everyone who is left on the opposite end of that ring from me, no matter how cliché that may sound.
“Because sadly, that’s just the reality of it. Everyone has a shelf life, and the fact is I’ve only just began, and there’s no end in sight.
“And more importantly than that, there will be nothing that deters me from the Path. This Path that sends me down a road where I cause pain and harm, over and over and over again. This is what I’ve been relegated to, and it was my own doing, and I understand that.
“That’s why results don’t matter.
“That’s why there’ll never be a lack of confidence, or a wavering mentality. There is only the same mindset every week, a repetitive pattern that I’m forced to resign to.
“Congratulations, everyone.
“You’ve already lost.
“Now all that’s left is to wait. It’ll only take a little bit of time, just a short while until I decide I’m done playing around.
“And don’t take that the wrong way, I’m not suggesting I could beat you with ease, or that I’ll end your career in the traditional sense.
“No, no. That’s not how it works.
“Instead, I plan to take every spark of hope and flame that’s been ignited in those fiery hearts of yours…
“And douse them in an instant.
“There won’t be any injury, just a broken will and a broken mind that accompany the eternally broken spirit that’ll no doubt occur once the Path has begun.
“Bob Bundy, you’re first.
“But never fret…
“You’re definitely not the last.”
A lone lamp sits in the corner of the room, emanating a dim light that struggles to fight off the impending darkness, the unwavering black that surrounds Julian Mercury and his thoughts. His amused smile and titled head in the abyss mocking the would-be monsters that glare at him. There would be no sound if it were not for the crack of bones and the soft blowing winds that sounded in the distance, rocking the woods of the ancient household.
Once again, he has become an uninvited guest.
He remains relatively still, inhaling and exhaling, allowing his chest to rise outward and slowly pull back in. His repeating heartbeat pounds loudly, loud enough for anyone in the room to hear. Thankfully, the shuffling of feet and the opening and closing of the door signifies that there are only two people left in the room.
And one set of blank, hollow eyes that bore through the back of Julian’s skull. He can feel the heat of the stare – the disapproval at the look of him sitting there, with no thought of remorse or hint of guilt.
The lights flicker momentarily, Julian flinches.
The lights re-surge, and they beam down in a painful bright blur on the world that he had created for himself, this dream landscape that was only him and his thoughts.
Yet he had returned.
“Well Father, what a pleasant surprise. I thought I told you not to interrupt me during my reflecting time.”
The withering skeleton at the back of the room remains leaned against the ocean blue walls that are soaked in the blood of the victims of the past, present, and even the future. In this realm, everything is present for everyone to see. The rotting bones of Nicholas Mercury’s skeleton remain still and steady, as if the man himself was still poised and calm even in death, just as he was when he looked in his son’s eye and realized what he had done.
He remembered smiling at that point in time, he couldn’t quite pinpoint why. It just felt right, now he only remained as a plague, a vile creation that seeped in between the seams of Julian Mercury’s mind. He couldn’t speak, he could hardly move, yet he could think, listen and above all; remain here to remind his son of what he had done.
This is all that was left of him; he didn’t plan on letting it go so soon.
“Oh well. You’re here now, I assume you want to know how I’m going? Not that you really care, anyways.”
No words, Julian chuckles, turning his chair around and positioning himself so that he could stare directly into the empty skull, as well as the open mouth that always appeared as though it was locked in a perpetual grin. An evil one at that.
“I’m doing splendid, thank you for asking. There’s very little going on that interest me nowadays, although you already knew that the moment I first came on the job with you. Now isn’t that right? Oh well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Not much does.”
No response.
“Perhaps now I’m only here to see to it that this urge to manipulate and destroy is fulfilled. To ensure that bit by bit I’m ending one dream or another – maybe that’s why I originally decided to let go of the family business, to let it fall into the hands of some wealthy, pretentious asshole who only sought to further his own gains. Then again, I’m basically doing the same thing. I always was good at running away from my problems… or getting rid of them through my own means. Enough about me though, want to tell me how you’ve been doing these past few months? It has been a while since I’ve come here to… reflect.”
An audible cracking of one of the many worn down bones sounds from Nicholas’ skeleton, which remains slanted against the wall. Julian allows himself the briefest of smiles – though it never reaches his eyes.
“That’s just fantastic. Well, I’ve got some more thinking to carry out, which means that our visit will sadly have to be cut short. Don’t worry, my next visit won’t take quite so long to come around, there’s a lot to get through nowadays. Especially since I’m picking back up the old trade, might need to find some of your blades again, wherever they ran off too. Anyway, farewell for now.”
The skeleton fades away seamlessly from the room, which begins to morph and change at the snap of Julian’s fingers. He remains seated in the chair, although it is now in front of a huge desk covered in a virtual canopy of sprawling papers. A figure in a black-suit sits in the plush leather chair in front of him, although the face of the man cannot be seen behind the bulky back support of the seat which obscures Mercury’s vision.
“Glad to have you back, Julian.”
Julian says nothing, only inclines his head in acknowledgement. He knows the man in the suit can see everything.
Everything.
“I see you’ve decided to pick up a new hobby. Are you sure that’s healthy for you?”
“Of course it is.”
“Oh, Julian…”
The man behind the chair taps his finger against the chair, as if he were disappointed.
“You know that’s not a solution.”
“I’m not looking for a solution.”
“So what are you looking for then? Something to delay the inevitable? No, it’s not even that.”
The man behind the chair deliberately brings his feet up, resting them against the window seal, the glass panes hiding a world covered under the mask of fog. A world that is merely a blur, a world that Julian created for himself… but now dreads.
“What is it, then?”
“You’re still just trying to hide from the world. Retreating from the fray like you always do, slinking back in the shadows hoping that nobody will take notice of you.”
Julian draws in breath to retaliate, but is cut off before he can do so.
“You put yourself up at the frontline, but you’re just hiding in plain sight. How long until they find out, Julian? How long until they see… the real you?”
Those last three words plunge deep into his heart, causing more pain than the countless daggers Julian had planted in his foes. This was the end, he could feel himself tipping into the realm of nervousness – an area he hadn’t touched upon in many years.
He was about to crack.
“Just one question, Julian.”
He slowly began to bring his feet back down to the ground, planting them softly against the carpet beneath him, before twisting around in his chair to face his client.
“You don’t care about victory.
“You don’t care about success.
“You want blood, and you want pain…
“To wash away all else.
“So tell me.
“Are you ever going to be satisfied?”
Julian’s gaze which had diverted to the ground shot back upward…
And he saw himself staring back at him, with eyes that were an unnatural, frosty white. With the little amount of his pride left remaining, he pulled himself up, ensuring that his head was held high and his back was straight.
"No."
White-Eyes smiled.
“Just as I thought.”
COME ON, WATCH THE WORLD BURN WITH ME.
“There you go, Guardians. And I use that word lightly. Congratulations on your draw which you’ll go around telling everyone was a morale victory because you fought to a draw against the dastardly villains in Julian Mercury and Erin Fausse – who by the way used every cheap trick and brutal tactic they could use to get an advantage against the clearly superior Bonnie Blue and Polar Phantasm.
“In a few years, that’ll be the tale being told by these worn out Guardians, who speak to the children who by then will simply know me as the man who conquered. That’s how this story plays out, doesn’t it? I make my own name in this industry, as low as a priority that may be for me, and soon enough everyone will come running out from the shadows to try and play off of my success. Of course, it’s only natural.
“In only my second match, I faced off against two of the UCI’s “best” and only on my decision did the match end up with a countout result. Are these the remnants of the wrestling world, the best that are left to be offered as a sacrifice? That’s what we all are in this system anyway, right? Pawns being sent to some future slaughter by higher management who ensures that we’re beaten and broken for the entertainment of the masses, all while spewing out our own propaganda to ensure people are tuning in, garnering us more recognition and fame.
“Oh, if only it were that simple. Speaking of simple, hello Bob Bundy. Glad to make your acquaintance.
“And I’m sorry your little dream is going to have to end so painfully quick. I just want you to know in advance that I never intended for this to happen, nor did I ever want it to. This? It’s just a case of bad luck, something that you could’ve never prevented.
“Inevitability.
“It’s inevitable that our match becomes a reality, it’s not too far away now, is it?
“It’s inevitable your little career comes crashing down.
“It’s inevitable that we all end up crashing down.
“Unfortunately, your descent comes as quick as your uprising came – not that there ever was an uprising. You’re just a creation, a gimmick, rather than serve an actual purpose you’re what I’ve heard ‘wrestling folks’ call enhancement talent. Is that how you want to lead your life?
“No, of course not.
“And that’s why I take it upon myself to make certain you never see another day in the ring again.
“Don’t take it too personally, you haven’t wronged me in anyway. Nor will you ever, you won’t get the chance to. This is just something that happens, an everyday occurrence in life that’ll happen to everyone who is left on the opposite end of that ring from me, no matter how cliché that may sound.
“Because sadly, that’s just the reality of it. Everyone has a shelf life, and the fact is I’ve only just began, and there’s no end in sight.
“And more importantly than that, there will be nothing that deters me from the Path. This Path that sends me down a road where I cause pain and harm, over and over and over again. This is what I’ve been relegated to, and it was my own doing, and I understand that.
“That’s why results don’t matter.
“That’s why there’ll never be a lack of confidence, or a wavering mentality. There is only the same mindset every week, a repetitive pattern that I’m forced to resign to.
“Congratulations, everyone.
“You’ve already lost.
“Now all that’s left is to wait. It’ll only take a little bit of time, just a short while until I decide I’m done playing around.
“And don’t take that the wrong way, I’m not suggesting I could beat you with ease, or that I’ll end your career in the traditional sense.
“No, no. That’s not how it works.
“Instead, I plan to take every spark of hope and flame that’s been ignited in those fiery hearts of yours…
“And douse them in an instant.
“There won’t be any injury, just a broken will and a broken mind that accompany the eternally broken spirit that’ll no doubt occur once the Path has begun.
“Bob Bundy, you’re first.
“But never fret…
“You’re definitely not the last.”
