Post by Raenius on Sept 3, 2009 14:52:59 GMT -5
‘Fucking bitch.’ growls Raenius, looking down the sickly-white corridor of the hospital.
Syn rises from the unrefined plastic seat attached to the wall and, brushing herself down, approaches our hero.
‘What’s the matter, Raenius?’ she asks, trying to see exactly what it is that he’s glaring toward.
‘That Old lady Lipless over there.’
‘Levene.’
‘Whatever. Cunt has orders with the hospital not to let anyone in to see the big man. Not even his fucking missus anymore. Can you believe that shit? Lady Lesbian had better watch her fucking hairy back.’
‘Levene.’
‘Whatever. She’s a huer anyway.’
‘So where is Carolyn now?’ Syn asks as Raenius almost jumps into the seat beside him in a tantrumesque, childlike style.
‘Erik took her the fuck home.’
Curling her lip at the sight of the seats, Syn chooses not to sit back down beside Raenius, and instead simply rests her hand on his shoulder.
‘I’m sure Dirge’ll be back up and being an asshole again in no time.’
‘Time?’ spits Raenius, shrugging her hand off his person. ‘We are aware that the Earth revolves around the Sun and rotates consistently, the heavens in constant motion, but we cannot perceive it. The ground upon which we walk doesn’t feel like it moves beneath us. Most human beings are quite happy to live out their entire lives undisturbed by the fact that they know nothing of this and never taking action to understand or witness it. Time has exactly the same effect. Unless we stop, look around and take its measure, it slips through our hands unbeknownst to us. Opportunities will be lost to us before we even realise they were there. Time, dear Syn, is one thing that we don’t have. It’s never been on anyone’s side.’
Leaning back in his seat, resting his head against the wall, he turns to look back down towards the GIW “enforcer” as she talks with a nurse.
‘We have that witch to contend with, now, as well as this Battlegrounds thing. We have this Hastings fellow, who underestimates me completely, it seems. Complacency rules this guy, sure as sure. To be honest, I’m surprised he hasn’t fallen down a manhole or walked into a tree, what, with his head being up in the fucking clouds so much. And Everknight… Hastings’ boyfriend. Their little tiff doesn’t impress me. Neither does he, of course, but unlike Hastings I try not to write people off until I have to. Chen I’ve dealt with before. Wouldn’t fill a hole in my fucking tooth, that one. But it’s good to see her back, you know? I’m sure that the company’s idea of each show being a United Colours of Benetton advert can prosper, once again.’
‘Let’s not forget Miss Fear.’
Raenius frowns.
‘No, let’s not.’
‘What,’ says Syn, raising an eyebrow. ‘No derogatory comments about her, too? What kind of combatant are you?’
‘A fucking dangerous one. Sure as sure. And so is she. Still, she’s family. Fact is, neither of us will show give quarter to anyone in that match.’
‘Even each other?’
‘Especially each other. What use is there of being in any match and not giving your all? We’ll break each other if need be.’
‘What about Salem?’
Raenius looks up at Syn.
‘What the fuck about him?’
Grimacing, she sits down next to him.
‘He destroyed your partner. Your family, as you put it. Surely that deserves some form of… reproach.’
‘Salem’s just pissed off because he’s missing out on having his prostate tickled by Jezebel’s fifteen-incher. Let him have his self-indulgent paroxysms. Joke’s still on him. This thing with Dragon can only escalate. What he’s done to Fear and Dirge will not go unanswered or unchallenged.’
‘He picks off members of the Covenant while you sit and watch? Where did your balls go, Raenius?’
‘Same place his went to once he got a sniff of a vagina. He’s only doing this because of that woman. That’s a… powerful ingredient to violence. I’ll meet with him soon enough. Even if I don’t, he’ll get his. Soon,’ he states, rubbing his ribs at the spot Komosube sent him crashing into the guardrail.
‘And if you have to make war with him?’
Raenius looks into Syn’s eyes coldly.
‘Then God help whoever gets in our way.’
~
Darkness. Eternal.
Closing his eyes had engulfed him in darkness, but opening his eyes did not bring light. Perpetually enveloped within a shell of black, one that could not be blinked away.
Searching, as though swimming in the deepest lake on the darkest night, scouring the waterbed for the treasure of knowledge, he struggled. Sifting through the pain and the detritus, he tried to drag something out. As difficult as pushing a car up a wet, muddy hill. Raenius. Once dredged up, he recognised it. It was his name. Though he found himself unable to reach the surface. He began to choke down there, in the darkness. No matter how high he rose up, still darkness.
It took his breath from him, eventually. Floating softly, silently, he sank to the depths of the darkness once again. Letting his name slip through his fingers.
Another eternity passed before the pain hit him with the sound of thunder, his head jarring to the right viciously.
‘Wakey, wakey, skin is flakey,’ said the voice, sounding like a hundred snakes crawling across corrugated iron.
Raenius found himself unable to put voice to the words that shuffled limply from his moving lips.
‘Been a while, hmm? It has, sure as sure…’
Of a sudden, his eyes became immolated by brightness. Red pain seared through his skull.
‘Hurts, no? Seeing the light for the first time in your shitty little life? Sore as sore. Waking up never was a pleasant experience. Never ever.’
Trying desperately to form words, Raenius could not find the strength.
‘Don’t waste your strength, kid,’ the voice said, the sound slithering into existence from, seemingly, nowhere. ‘You’ll need it all for what’s ahead. And you do know what lies ahead. You just don’t want to admit it. Salem. Salem, Salem, Salem. You know what to do…’
With a cough, Raenius returned to the darkness, waiting for another eternity to awaken.
Syn rises from the unrefined plastic seat attached to the wall and, brushing herself down, approaches our hero.
‘What’s the matter, Raenius?’ she asks, trying to see exactly what it is that he’s glaring toward.
‘That Old lady Lipless over there.’
‘Levene.’
‘Whatever. Cunt has orders with the hospital not to let anyone in to see the big man. Not even his fucking missus anymore. Can you believe that shit? Lady Lesbian had better watch her fucking hairy back.’
‘Levene.’
‘Whatever. She’s a huer anyway.’
‘So where is Carolyn now?’ Syn asks as Raenius almost jumps into the seat beside him in a tantrumesque, childlike style.
‘Erik took her the fuck home.’
Curling her lip at the sight of the seats, Syn chooses not to sit back down beside Raenius, and instead simply rests her hand on his shoulder.
‘I’m sure Dirge’ll be back up and being an asshole again in no time.’
‘Time?’ spits Raenius, shrugging her hand off his person. ‘We are aware that the Earth revolves around the Sun and rotates consistently, the heavens in constant motion, but we cannot perceive it. The ground upon which we walk doesn’t feel like it moves beneath us. Most human beings are quite happy to live out their entire lives undisturbed by the fact that they know nothing of this and never taking action to understand or witness it. Time has exactly the same effect. Unless we stop, look around and take its measure, it slips through our hands unbeknownst to us. Opportunities will be lost to us before we even realise they were there. Time, dear Syn, is one thing that we don’t have. It’s never been on anyone’s side.’
Leaning back in his seat, resting his head against the wall, he turns to look back down towards the GIW “enforcer” as she talks with a nurse.
‘We have that witch to contend with, now, as well as this Battlegrounds thing. We have this Hastings fellow, who underestimates me completely, it seems. Complacency rules this guy, sure as sure. To be honest, I’m surprised he hasn’t fallen down a manhole or walked into a tree, what, with his head being up in the fucking clouds so much. And Everknight… Hastings’ boyfriend. Their little tiff doesn’t impress me. Neither does he, of course, but unlike Hastings I try not to write people off until I have to. Chen I’ve dealt with before. Wouldn’t fill a hole in my fucking tooth, that one. But it’s good to see her back, you know? I’m sure that the company’s idea of each show being a United Colours of Benetton advert can prosper, once again.’
‘Let’s not forget Miss Fear.’
Raenius frowns.
‘No, let’s not.’
‘What,’ says Syn, raising an eyebrow. ‘No derogatory comments about her, too? What kind of combatant are you?’
‘A fucking dangerous one. Sure as sure. And so is she. Still, she’s family. Fact is, neither of us will show give quarter to anyone in that match.’
‘Even each other?’
‘Especially each other. What use is there of being in any match and not giving your all? We’ll break each other if need be.’
‘What about Salem?’
Raenius looks up at Syn.
‘What the fuck about him?’
Grimacing, she sits down next to him.
‘He destroyed your partner. Your family, as you put it. Surely that deserves some form of… reproach.’
‘Salem’s just pissed off because he’s missing out on having his prostate tickled by Jezebel’s fifteen-incher. Let him have his self-indulgent paroxysms. Joke’s still on him. This thing with Dragon can only escalate. What he’s done to Fear and Dirge will not go unanswered or unchallenged.’
‘He picks off members of the Covenant while you sit and watch? Where did your balls go, Raenius?’
‘Same place his went to once he got a sniff of a vagina. He’s only doing this because of that woman. That’s a… powerful ingredient to violence. I’ll meet with him soon enough. Even if I don’t, he’ll get his. Soon,’ he states, rubbing his ribs at the spot Komosube sent him crashing into the guardrail.
‘And if you have to make war with him?’
Raenius looks into Syn’s eyes coldly.
‘Then God help whoever gets in our way.’
~
Darkness. Eternal.
Closing his eyes had engulfed him in darkness, but opening his eyes did not bring light. Perpetually enveloped within a shell of black, one that could not be blinked away.
Searching, as though swimming in the deepest lake on the darkest night, scouring the waterbed for the treasure of knowledge, he struggled. Sifting through the pain and the detritus, he tried to drag something out. As difficult as pushing a car up a wet, muddy hill. Raenius. Once dredged up, he recognised it. It was his name. Though he found himself unable to reach the surface. He began to choke down there, in the darkness. No matter how high he rose up, still darkness.
It took his breath from him, eventually. Floating softly, silently, he sank to the depths of the darkness once again. Letting his name slip through his fingers.
Another eternity passed before the pain hit him with the sound of thunder, his head jarring to the right viciously.
‘Wakey, wakey, skin is flakey,’ said the voice, sounding like a hundred snakes crawling across corrugated iron.
Raenius found himself unable to put voice to the words that shuffled limply from his moving lips.
‘Been a while, hmm? It has, sure as sure…’
Of a sudden, his eyes became immolated by brightness. Red pain seared through his skull.
‘Hurts, no? Seeing the light for the first time in your shitty little life? Sore as sore. Waking up never was a pleasant experience. Never ever.’
Trying desperately to form words, Raenius could not find the strength.
‘Don’t waste your strength, kid,’ the voice said, the sound slithering into existence from, seemingly, nowhere. ‘You’ll need it all for what’s ahead. And you do know what lies ahead. You just don’t want to admit it. Salem. Salem, Salem, Salem. You know what to do…’
With a cough, Raenius returned to the darkness, waiting for another eternity to awaken.