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| Babies; All I want are my babies back. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 9 2015, 10:52 PM (43 Views) | |
| Post #1 Oct 9 2015, 10:52 PM | Deleted User |
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The Pitt, my home, my festering ground. No one loves it like I do. DeBlanc thinks he loves it as much as me, but he doesn’t. No one can possibly have this much love for one solitary thing. People have to divide up their love among many different things. When you hate the world and all the dwell in it like me, you have all your love together. Then, you can give it all to one thing. I give it all to the Pitt. It returns the same amount. It grows stronger every time I help it. When I feed her blood, she grows more and more. DeBlanc doesn’t seem to understand what’s happening. The Pitt is growing too ambitious for him to control. It wants the world and all and it wants it raw! Raw, bloody, dripping, screaming, AND IT IS GOING TO GET IT! Mama is going to give her baby what she wants. She has a sweet tooth for someone right now. Her name is Hannah. That fiery American strain flows through her. She bleeds not only red, but white and blue as well. It doesn’t matter to the Pitt. It just wants to consume her. I thought she knew what the Pitt wanted, but she proved me wrong. It made almost sad. ALMOST SHED A TEAR. She decided not to follow in my path, bask in my light. Instead, she choose to be some hero. She wants to avenge something that doesn’t need to be avenged. I don’t get it. I don’t CARE to get it. I just know that she needs to sit down with that pretentious noise. It is grating on my ears. The only reason why I won’t bleed her dry is because DeBlanc Dearest would be too upset with me. I ruined one of his favorites. I know it to be true. He enjoys her far too much to let her fall prey to me. He’s letting her know, though. He’s being a wonderful teacher. He let her drift close to the abyss…CLOSE TO ME. It is to let her find out what genuine violence is. Her hero act? Nothing. It is all in vain, because she’ll never be able to avenge certain people. Like Brandi Blaze. She treads close to my domain. She sees me chomping on Brandi’s precious, little hands. I enjoy the gore; I enjoy the taste of it. Not in a cannibalistic way, no. I enjoy it in the sense of the hunt. I was the one who said I was going to break her. I did. It took me longer than I wanted, but I kept my promise. I made the world scream. Their screams might not have been just fear. Rage, grief, confusion. All of the emotions came out a wonderful cascade of hatred. In the end, they all agreed on one thing. They hate me. They hate Josephine Juno Brine. I know Hannah hates me. She wants to choke the life from me for what the things I do. It’s fine. I understand hatred; it’s the simplest part of human psychology. It’s the most normal thing. We humans are already meant to rip each other throats out. It’s what we want to do to begin with. We do it because we are selfish. Some of us just like to call ourselves heroes in order to mask that truth. I don’t. I know what I do. I know why I do it. I do it because I can. I break hands because I can. I am going to terrorize Erica WHATEVERTHEFUCK because I can. I’m going to end Hannah’s story because I can. I’m not a villain. I’m not the Joker. I AM A HUMAN BEING CAPABLE OF DOING HORRIBLE THINGS. I do it all because I can. Physically, I have made myself a weapon of mass destruction. Everything I do is dangerous. People cringe at my blows. People cannot question what I might do to someone. How can they? I don’t know myself. You can’t plan for something like that. I know I couldn’t. Hannah’s a traditional wrestler. She’ll watch me break Brandi’s hands and try to analyze it. It’s so fucking hilarious. Studying for a fight. If you’re a true fighter, routine is not something you submit yourself to. Wrestlers, boxers, kickboxers, martial artists, all of those titles mean WEAKNESS to me. You stick to a routine in order to save yourself. Most people don’t know how to really fight. They can throw punches and kicks, sure, but they cannot truly do so. It’s because they prohibit themselves from truly harming someone. All the chains keep them down. They’re scared of getting arrested for assault and battery. They’re scared of having to pay medical bills. They’re scared of killing someone. We’re mammals. IT’S WHAT WE DO. Mentally, I removed those petty restrictions. All because I have the perfect excuse. Accidents happen. Did I deliberately break Brandi’s hand? …Yes, I did, BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT. I said I would. I could mean that to be intimidating. When someone comes to me, accusing me and what not. I could throw up my hands, shed some crocodile’s tears, and say that I never meant to hurt her. It’s only a part of the business. It was all an unfortunate accident. That’s what I will say when they accuse me of horribly maiming Hannah Kristian. And emotionally, I won’t feel a thing. Maybe. Maybe I’ll laugh. Maybe I’ll cry. Maybe I’ll be mad at myself. I don’t know. It hasn’t happened yet. Does that make me a WildKard? …Ha, I made a funny. See? I can be funny. ---\ Something touched me. WHO DARES--- -------\ “JJ, wake up! You zoned out of your video again,” my camera operator sounds…upset. Back to reality, the grim reality. “Hannah, my dear, why are you always so angry?” JJ’s voice came out as a somber whisper. “What did I ever do to you?” It was like she was in a trance. “Who hurt you to make you so loud?” It was like she was sending her questions directly to Hannah herself. “Did someone steal your voice?” It was just lucky that the camera operator was rolling. “Did someone mute you?” JJ squinted, looking up at the florescent lights of the empty warehouse that the operator choose. He wanted to have JJ be more intimidating. Drinking sweet tea on a pouch wasn’t considered so. “Did someone make you cry so hard that words weren’t an option?” The camera operator looked worried, “Tell me, I want to know…so I can help you—“ So he cut everything short. “Cut!” I stood there, silent for a moment. I rose my head to meet his eyes. They were judgmental. “Why are you so off-kilter today?” he asked, only slightly concerned with the growing smile on my face. I took a step towards him; he took a step back. My beautiful golden camera boy scared of me, JJ Brine. “We can go again—“ Words escaped me that weren’t meant to. “I’m about to have my baby.” “You’re not pregnant,” he said, rolling his eyes. How rude of him. “No, I’m about to take her back from the encroaching hands of THEM,” my voice bellowed at the mere mentioning of those cretins. “Them—“he gave up. “We got work to do, JJ. Take 3.” “WildKard, eh? What a fancy name. It sums us both up perfectly,” JJ snickered mid-sentence. “That’s a lie; I’m sorry,” she added, covering her mouth with a demure, polite motion. “It sums me up perfectly,” she continued. “I’m the WildKard here. No one here in the Pitt knows what I’m going to do. No one knows what goes on in my head other than my penance for violence. So, why do you think you know, Hannah? I’m going to give you a hint. Don’t bother thinking too hard. You have the capacity for finding out, but not the capacity for understanding. Only I can properly teach you. I can only do it by taking a championship you’ve already grown to covet.” “You probably won it in your mind. In a daydream, maybe? It almost saddens me to have to break your world by beating you. However, the only solace I can truly find in this is that I’m going to be a teacher to you as well,” the gal beamed at the thought of it. Only a side profile of it could be seen, however. “I’m going to teach you a lot of things in this match, it seems. RESPECT being one of them,” JJ jerked her head at the camera, giving it a scornful look. “Our Twitter banter already told me that you don’t have a respectful bone in your body. You lie to everyone you speak to, only harboring a selfish want for self-gratification. You respect no one, except yourself,” the scornful look softened slightly. “Which isn’t a bad thing,” JJ slipped in a giggle, a wee one. “But why else would you find your way into the Pitt Championship scenario? Why else would you recklessly tell me what you plan to do to me with such indignation?” “You might call me hypocritical for saying that, but that’s the incapability of understanding I was talking about earlier,” JJ swept a lock of hair from her face, finally regaining complete composure of herself. Whatever ghastly woman stood there earlier was replaced with the usual JJ the Pitt has come to love and hate. “That’s a lack of RESPECT on your part too,” another insult peppered in. “I have respect for all the creatures walking in my home, the Pitt. That means even you. I find you all to be dangerous. That’s why I opt to break hands or brutalize people like I do. It’s because I respect you lot enough not to hold back. That’s why I hardly tell you what I plan to do to any of you. I just sit here and twiddle my thumbs,” JJ spoke as she went to a door, opening it revealed a marvelous sight. A field of bountiful auburn leaves, both blanketing the ground and whipping into the air. JJ abandoned the grim environment she once was in. “You shout your disdain at me, because you want to hurt me on more than a physical level,” JJ feigned sadness. “You don’t respect the things I’m capable of. You don’t respect the fact that I’m more of a ‘WildKard’ than you could ever be, hm?” that damn Cheshire Cat grin crept upon JJ’s face again. “For that, I am disappointed in, Hannah.” “Does your husband love himself, I ask. Does he love the fact that his wife is such a scornful, disrespectful woman?” “I’d like to think not.” A pause. “Even more so, Hannah, do you love yourself? No, do you RESPECT yourself?” A genuine look of concern came upon the face of the sociopath as she looked deep into the camera lens. “If not, let me teach you how to. Because when I’m well and done, you won’t be able to do anything but LOVE and RESPECT yourself. It will be the only thing you can do to keep yourself afloat. If you don’t, you’ll fall into a permanent rut. You’ll make not LOVE you anymore. No one will RESPECT Hannah Kristian.” “Except me.” Another pause. “When we’re said and done, I’ll come by and see you wherever you’re at. I’ll let you touch the WildKard Championship…my baby…” JJ began to stand perfectly still, amidst the light breeze of bronze leaves. “My baby…that will never leave me.” JJ looked down to the earth. “Don’t be an idiot, Hannah. You have much to do in one night. So do I. Beating you will be a heavy challenge. Spare yourself the universal fatigue.” “I’m respectful to you. Which is why I must do the things I have to do to you. Because I know you’re dangerous…” “Mostly to yourself.” JJ signaled for the feed to stop. “JJ, are you okay?” my camera boy stood closer. “My babies,” I replied to everyone who questioned. The boy, the air, the voices that surround me. “Your babies?” he asked, confused. “I gotta get all my babies,” I replied again. |
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