’D’ - What darkness may come
Aug 3, 2019 20:26:47 GMT -5
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He looked at his home, their home, and felt his guts twist. The former small warehouse turned home and training center for ’D’ had been a work in progress most of his career.
The light blue siding and grey brickwork had been Belle’s idea. If they were to raise their children there, it would need to look like a home. Countless hours and several contractors later, and the side to be used as their home was complete.
Looking upon the door, his hand instinctively reaches out to the Phoenix etched into the glass, it’s fiery wings spread. Tracing the wings with his finger tips, he walks away.
Just a few steps right laid a different looking door entirely. A wide steel door with a plain handle had seen better days.
Years of serving as an entrance for dock workers, it didn’t need to be pretty. The company that had used this facility was a medium at best family-run business. So when the door rusted, it was ground off and simply touched up with whatever bit of paint that was handy creating a menagerie of colours. A patchwork the enigma had added to over the years. This door would be his entry point.
He’d open the door, enter his security code to disarm the alarms, and the enter the house through the adjoining door.
He’d pass into the lower level, cut the power and be upstairs before she knew he was there. Looking down at his phone, a quick series of tap brought up the live feed.
She was curled up on the couch, lost in some docu-series on Netflix no doubt. She was far from the emotional wreck that Shane had visited earlier.
He was of two minds about how this might go. One one hand, he wondered, should he bother? Was it truly worth it? Would she be better off seeing him appear on TV once he got to Atlanta?
Arguing within the division of his psyche; the answer was no. This deserved to be seen through to the end, no matter the pain. He had wasted so much time as a young man, squandered so many opportunities to do things right; there was no sense in wasting more.
He threw the breaker casting the home into darkness. Now, the darkness took hold…his other self could be heard.
It hissed in his ears. She had betrayed him more than once despite all he had done, lusting after his friends and rivals alike, the only reason Shane hadn’t bed her this very night was that he had rejected her, he should end things.
Permanently.
No! She was innocent. Flawed, but innocent. She had been spared judgement but moment he had stopped her and Chris Gibson in Norway.
And still she was too weak-minded to resist Riot’s neuro-linguistic programming! You saved her very soul and still she was too insecure to be left alone for a few days, to be an object of lust was seemingly all she knew. No matter how hard he had tried.
”Hello, darling…” The greeting contained nothing, not Love or hate, not anger or sadness. Subconsciously or not, it appeared he had already made his decision. ”…did you missssssme?” He hissed as he elongated the ’s’ sounds, needing his final two words together.
She could feel the gooseflesh as it ran over her body, then her anger and the courage Shane Mitchell’s words had lent her took over. ”Where the fuck have you been!? Show yourself! Who, the fuck, do you think you are!?” This was how things had been between them when they first met. In those days she was a reporter for PWA and he was her foil. He would appear at her apartment, during other interviews, and she couldn’t really argue with his logic. After all, she had started the game.
Ambushing him moments after he’d signed his contract to join Pinnacle, Alyssa had challenged him and he made sure returned the favour.
”Who do I think I am?” He laughed as he finished, hollow and mockingly. While speaking he was always ensuring to continue stalking his target as he slithered through the blanket of darkness. ”I am a man that has been forced to accept that there are things I cannot control. A man forced to realize that for all my strength and fortitude and effort, that some things are simply out of reach. But more than that, I am a man forced to admit his failures…ultimately, I could not save you, just as I could not save them.” Pausing, a chill enters his words. ”Because you don’t want to be saved.”
There was a grim finality to his words, an almost desperation, he was truly disappointed. ”So many times I have failed Miss Lucchi. So. Many. Times.” Still she could not see him. She fumbled about the end table, picking through keys, change, receipts and chewing gum.
Knowing her all too well, his voice cut though the darkness, changing direction, he was on the move still, ”Looking for this?” Shining through the darkness, Alyssa sees her cell phone light up momentarily followed closely by the sound of its destruction echoing throughout the room. There was no landline.
”As all couples must, I think we need to set a few things straight. I see through people Alyssa, and even in darkness I see through you.
His voice seemed to come from all angles at once, surrounding her, penetrating her. ”After Pandemonium, what was I to do? What would you have had me do? I put everything I had into building that moment. Losing didn’t hurt Miss Lucchi…”
”Stop calling me that!” If there were neighbours, her practically screaming at him as panic gained a foothold within her heart would have brought them running, but the often distant enigma enjoyed his privacy. They were isolated. Alone.
Her outrage at him reverting her to such an unfamiliar title was brushed aside casually, continuing as though she hadn’t said a word.
”…what truly hurt was your betrayal darling. I have literally killed to keep you safe. I disappeared for mere days and you throw yourself at my rival?” He could hear her gasp, after all these years, she still had the audacity to underestimate him. ”Surprised I know about that? Don’t be…” Pausing only long enough to allow her to draw the obvious conclusion before confirming her greatest fear. ”…I have many enemies, practically every inch of this place under constant surveillance…”
He didn’t need to see her face to know her eyes were wide with shock that would bring on a new wave of outrage for him to surf, ”How dare you! ” He could hear from the stress in her voice and the shallowness of her breathing that tears had begun to flow down each of her cheeks.
”Do not flatter yourself, I have no need to control you, I never had. As you’ve fallen victim to quite often, I have many enemies my dear Miss Lucchi, I must always remain vigilant, death is the price of complacency.”
”It matters not in the end. Perhaps we were not meant to be. Or maybe just not right now. Know that I did love you Alyssa. Part of me always will, it just doesn’t seem like you are strong enough to reciprocate yet.
He was before her now and neither of them was sure of what to do next. Minutes, seconds; time itself stood still between them seemingly afraid to interfere least it spoil the intimacy of the moment.
Slowly he felt himself drawn into to her, his mind a screaming match of conflicting emotions. It was as though he had no control as his arms reached out for her neck, his thumbs ran along her delicate jawline.
He could feel her tremble as he leaned in. Nose to nose, their lips a whisper apart. ”Goodbye, Miss Lucchi.”
Letting go slowly, he savoured every last instant that skin touched. ”For now at least.”
Turning to walk away, she reaches out, managing a grip on his forearm. ”I love you too.”
Stepping away, he allows her to hear his steps as he replies; ”I know Miss Lucchi.” He allowed his cadence to mark time before finishing, ”I know…Alyssa. I’ll turn the power back on as I leave.”
These were the hardest steps he’d taken in some time, even he knew he was different now, changing. Evolving. Each step he took away from her galvanized his will, he could control it now…
There had always been a darkness within him, a force he had fought so hard to contain.
And now it had been awoken; Kintaru and Shane Mitchell had seen to that. The time was upon him.
Let the black parade begin.
The light blue siding and grey brickwork had been Belle’s idea. If they were to raise their children there, it would need to look like a home. Countless hours and several contractors later, and the side to be used as their home was complete.
Looking upon the door, his hand instinctively reaches out to the Phoenix etched into the glass, it’s fiery wings spread. Tracing the wings with his finger tips, he walks away.
Just a few steps right laid a different looking door entirely. A wide steel door with a plain handle had seen better days.
Years of serving as an entrance for dock workers, it didn’t need to be pretty. The company that had used this facility was a medium at best family-run business. So when the door rusted, it was ground off and simply touched up with whatever bit of paint that was handy creating a menagerie of colours. A patchwork the enigma had added to over the years. This door would be his entry point.
He’d open the door, enter his security code to disarm the alarms, and the enter the house through the adjoining door.
He’d pass into the lower level, cut the power and be upstairs before she knew he was there. Looking down at his phone, a quick series of tap brought up the live feed.
She was curled up on the couch, lost in some docu-series on Netflix no doubt. She was far from the emotional wreck that Shane had visited earlier.
He was of two minds about how this might go. One one hand, he wondered, should he bother? Was it truly worth it? Would she be better off seeing him appear on TV once he got to Atlanta?
Arguing within the division of his psyche; the answer was no. This deserved to be seen through to the end, no matter the pain. He had wasted so much time as a young man, squandered so many opportunities to do things right; there was no sense in wasting more.
He threw the breaker casting the home into darkness. Now, the darkness took hold…his other self could be heard.
It hissed in his ears. She had betrayed him more than once despite all he had done, lusting after his friends and rivals alike, the only reason Shane hadn’t bed her this very night was that he had rejected her, he should end things.
Permanently.
No! She was innocent. Flawed, but innocent. She had been spared judgement but moment he had stopped her and Chris Gibson in Norway.
And still she was too weak-minded to resist Riot’s neuro-linguistic programming! You saved her very soul and still she was too insecure to be left alone for a few days, to be an object of lust was seemingly all she knew. No matter how hard he had tried.
”Hello, darling…” The greeting contained nothing, not Love or hate, not anger or sadness. Subconsciously or not, it appeared he had already made his decision. ”…did you missssssme?” He hissed as he elongated the ’s’ sounds, needing his final two words together.
She could feel the gooseflesh as it ran over her body, then her anger and the courage Shane Mitchell’s words had lent her took over. ”Where the fuck have you been!? Show yourself! Who, the fuck, do you think you are!?” This was how things had been between them when they first met. In those days she was a reporter for PWA and he was her foil. He would appear at her apartment, during other interviews, and she couldn’t really argue with his logic. After all, she had started the game.
Ambushing him moments after he’d signed his contract to join Pinnacle, Alyssa had challenged him and he made sure returned the favour.
”Who do I think I am?” He laughed as he finished, hollow and mockingly. While speaking he was always ensuring to continue stalking his target as he slithered through the blanket of darkness. ”I am a man that has been forced to accept that there are things I cannot control. A man forced to realize that for all my strength and fortitude and effort, that some things are simply out of reach. But more than that, I am a man forced to admit his failures…ultimately, I could not save you, just as I could not save them.” Pausing, a chill enters his words. ”Because you don’t want to be saved.”
There was a grim finality to his words, an almost desperation, he was truly disappointed. ”So many times I have failed Miss Lucchi. So. Many. Times.” Still she could not see him. She fumbled about the end table, picking through keys, change, receipts and chewing gum.
Knowing her all too well, his voice cut though the darkness, changing direction, he was on the move still, ”Looking for this?” Shining through the darkness, Alyssa sees her cell phone light up momentarily followed closely by the sound of its destruction echoing throughout the room. There was no landline.
”As all couples must, I think we need to set a few things straight. I see through people Alyssa, and even in darkness I see through you.
His voice seemed to come from all angles at once, surrounding her, penetrating her. ”After Pandemonium, what was I to do? What would you have had me do? I put everything I had into building that moment. Losing didn’t hurt Miss Lucchi…”
”Stop calling me that!” If there were neighbours, her practically screaming at him as panic gained a foothold within her heart would have brought them running, but the often distant enigma enjoyed his privacy. They were isolated. Alone.
Her outrage at him reverting her to such an unfamiliar title was brushed aside casually, continuing as though she hadn’t said a word.
”…what truly hurt was your betrayal darling. I have literally killed to keep you safe. I disappeared for mere days and you throw yourself at my rival?” He could hear her gasp, after all these years, she still had the audacity to underestimate him. ”Surprised I know about that? Don’t be…” Pausing only long enough to allow her to draw the obvious conclusion before confirming her greatest fear. ”…I have many enemies, practically every inch of this place under constant surveillance…”
He didn’t need to see her face to know her eyes were wide with shock that would bring on a new wave of outrage for him to surf, ”How dare you! ” He could hear from the stress in her voice and the shallowness of her breathing that tears had begun to flow down each of her cheeks.
”Do not flatter yourself, I have no need to control you, I never had. As you’ve fallen victim to quite often, I have many enemies my dear Miss Lucchi, I must always remain vigilant, death is the price of complacency.”
”It matters not in the end. Perhaps we were not meant to be. Or maybe just not right now. Know that I did love you Alyssa. Part of me always will, it just doesn’t seem like you are strong enough to reciprocate yet.
He was before her now and neither of them was sure of what to do next. Minutes, seconds; time itself stood still between them seemingly afraid to interfere least it spoil the intimacy of the moment.
Slowly he felt himself drawn into to her, his mind a screaming match of conflicting emotions. It was as though he had no control as his arms reached out for her neck, his thumbs ran along her delicate jawline.
He could feel her tremble as he leaned in. Nose to nose, their lips a whisper apart. ”Goodbye, Miss Lucchi.”
Letting go slowly, he savoured every last instant that skin touched. ”For now at least.”
Turning to walk away, she reaches out, managing a grip on his forearm. ”I love you too.”
Stepping away, he allows her to hear his steps as he replies; ”I know Miss Lucchi.” He allowed his cadence to mark time before finishing, ”I know…Alyssa. I’ll turn the power back on as I leave.”
These were the hardest steps he’d taken in some time, even he knew he was different now, changing. Evolving. Each step he took away from her galvanized his will, he could control it now…
There had always been a darkness within him, a force he had fought so hard to contain.
And now it had been awoken; Kintaru and Shane Mitchell had seen to that. The time was upon him.
Let the black parade begin.