Destiny

[Jori]

Paris the Capital of France, home of the Eiffel Tower. A lover’s tourist trap, but this...this is about love lost. In a back alley on a less cared for block, sits a redhead with her blanched skin dirty and bloody from her last match in RSW. The woman's emerald eyes are bright with sorrow and tears stream down her marbled cheeks. In the woman's petite hands sat a small brown leather bag. Its red drawstrings were pulled open and the empty sack was mulled over and over as the woman cried over the empty sack and what it represented. Tears carried week old green mascara down her cheeks as well as the depressed woman sobbed uncontrollably. Flight of the bees by  Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov begins to play from the woman’s tattered dark green pants.

Cheyenne answered, “*sob* Hello?

A woman’s voice talks on the other end.

“I been a little distracted, but yes. I sent you a shirt. I know he isn't happy with me. No one ever is. Did he hurt you!” her voice turns to desperation as her mind goes realizes the repercussions she may have invoked on the person on the phone. “Are you ok? I already lost so much I can’t lose you too!”

(The shirt sent to Jessie had the correct spelling of Cheyenne on it)




The other end goes into an explanation.

“Good...Ya, I handled it...Saw that cruise promo...Wait don’t go!” Cheyenne let her phone drop to the pavement as the other end went silent.

Cheyenne hadn’t loved another human being since Brian Greene. But this was different than even that. Jesse was hard not to love with her bronzed perfect skin and sweet smelling brunette hair. But it was more than her big beautiful eyes and her other goddess like looks. It was her soul. The woman had a soul of an angel. She not only dealt with the boy and his bad habits like shitting in toilets and drugs. She also had to deal with his psychotic baby mama and another women he loved more than the two of them combined, one named Poison. Cheyenne didn’t even know Jessie’s last name, but that mattered not. The woman had seen more than just the girl with bugs. Uncontrollable weeping over came the woman once again. She lost her babies to that bumbling bimbo Lilith but at the call of the dangerous man she would be seeing soon in this very town, Knucks. The mere thought of her lost children reminded her of how she had also put her beloved friend, yes friend as Jessie would never see more in a dirty creature like Chey, in danger.  Everyone that Cheyenne ever came around suffered, much like anyone who put themselves in the vicinity of Filth Factory. In that aspect they were alike all would suffer in this upcoming match and unfortunately for this returning man of mystery, Kintaru , that meant pain and suffering all around.

“Stupid...Stupid...Stupid!” Her skull cracked off the brick wall with each word.

She soon realized that too was not smart as the back of her skull began to lose its life force. As the thick dark liquid oozed down the back of her neck, matting up her hair more, Cheyenne realized her babies would not come this time. The roaches she had known since a very young age would not come and clean her up and tend her wounds. She was a cripple without them, and this scared the girl. A woman that had not known fear since a very very young age, was now terrified of what was to come. Knucks was changing Jessie said, and Cheyenne was too. Cheyenne didn’t feel like her change was a good one though. It scared her as did the all to familiarness of darkness swirling around her and absorbing her consciousness.

The forest Forest of Fontainebleau was about 68 miles away from Paras France. Deep in this forest of Pine and Oak was a small hut with an elderly woman sitting in an old hand weaved wicker chair. The woman’s frail rough hands were dabbing a wet washcloth onto a familiar RSW face. The Elderly woman wore an old brown blouse and her age whitened hair was done up in a ponytail that draped down to the center of the woman’s back. She rose and her knees wobbled as she used a short walking stick to exit the straw hut.

Cheyenne awoke startled. She was not where she had last been conscious.  She set up abruptly but her head rushed and dizzyness drove her back to the woven cot. Tiny ants were crawling around her body. Had they brought her here? She raised a hand with many of the creatures crawling on it. As she moved her and in front of her face the insects appeared to look at her waving their antennas.

“Right, I should move slowly. Thank you, my friends.” The young woman began to rise once more much slower this time. As she did ants fell from her skull and she reached back. Her wound had been taken care of.

“Thank you once again small ones. But where am I?” The redhead looked around the small hut.

The straw structure was filled with potions and plants. Animal skins and pelts filled the room as well. Chey got a strange sense all these animals had lived out there life before they decorated the walls. How she knew this she did not yet know.  She stood unstable at first but each step she grew stronger and stepped from the building. Outside she saw a feeble old woman stirring a pot. Confused Cheyenne stopped and stared at this strange new woman in awe. Suddenly the aged woman turned much faster than one of her age should be able to.

“Awe Deary, your awake. You need to get back out there! Pestilence is not yet done with her duties young one!”

Cheyenne’s emerald eyes blinked rapidly not believing what she was seeing. The old lady seemingly had transformed into an eight-foot-tall brown bear. The bear reared up and swiped the wrestler with one massive paw that sent her crashing across the hard rocky soil and into a large boulder. Ugh Bears, thought Cheyenne.

“The world is 80% insects, my deary.” From Cheyenne’s new advantage point, she could see the deceitful old woman had not transformed into the beast that was advancing on her.

“Cheyenne, my dear, you must step up once more. I know you are afraid. You lost a part of you. But there is more than meets the eye my dear Pestilence.” the old woman kept emphasizing that last word.

The bear charged and swiped its large paw at the prone fighter, but Cheyenne rolled out of its way just in nick of time.

“What do you mean? Why do you call me that?” Hissed the crimson-haired warrior.

“ My dear girl, you never once thought to ask why the roaches and insects of the world came to you in droves before? Or why to a lesser extent the rodents and the vermin of this beautiful planet? You, my dear girl, are the first force in the new age of Druids. The Four horsewomen are druids who set the world back to where it should be. In mother natures control, not man’s. You, my child NEED to step up and live thy destiny!”

The brown bear charged again and Chey stood quickly but not quick enough to not be nicked on the leg by its sharp claws.

“I know your loss. That hurt you feel is what happens when one's animal companion is taking from us, deary. It takes a piece of our soul and you being Pestilence your soul gets divided into many tiny pieces as your companions, your darling babies are many yet the most powerful.”

The bear swung again and backhanded Cheyenne up against a soft pine tree. It came in with swipe after swipe as the old crone droned on and on.

“You fear this boy and his friend. The ones who hide their faces not to the world but from ones past and another’s future. They paint their faces to run from the darkness.”

The bear was battering the redhead repeatedly with strong swipes. Her head split open once more. After a few more strikes, Cheyenne ducked under and shouted into the large mammal's face but was more intended to its master.

“ENOUGH!” several wasps flew from nowhere and began stinging the bear’s nose backing it away from their master.  Cheyenne turned to the old lady.

“I get it Salem is a crazed man, hiding from his past as a scared little boy named Kyle. Where his partner.” Cheyenne never took her eyes off the older woman as she walked confidently towards the frail lady. A grin and an all to familiar look overtook the pale features as she spoke once more.

“Knuck’s is no longer a boy as he is soon to be a father and seems to be actually manning up to stay with it. Kudos to him. But he can’t have them all. Poison, Candy. They can be his. Jesse, sweet Jessie deserves more than a coward you hides behind paint and is afraid of his future. They have darkness in them that makes them an indomitable tag team. Yes.yes.  Kintura, I don’t know you, but we are up against devils in men’s clothing and need to come with our A game. But as I am not confident that you will be able to step up and deliver, I have one thing to tell you. Pestilence can never be completely diminished. I Realize this once more. I will not go down without a fight and if you make us lose. If...if Jesse suffers so shall the man of mystery.”

The elderly woman places a small wrinkled hand on the taller woman’s shoulder. It is deceptively strong for the woman’s stature.

“Come, my child, Let old Aideen teach you your destiny, love.” with that the two disappear deeper into the wilderness., leaving the bear rolling in the dirt holding its nose.