Post by Fire on Aug 20, 2007 18:35:44 GMT -6
The scene fades in showing Lestat standing next to his Mustang Gt. His hair lays messily around his shoulders. The band tee lay wrinkled over his chest suggesting he hadn’t changed since the night before. Even his faded pair of blue jeans that fit loosely over his hips showed the signs of being unchanged and slept in. He gazes toward something in front of him. The camera pans to show he is looking at the Torres’ home. He takes a deep breath and walks to the door. He takes a key out of his pocket and opens the door walking on in. Gazing around he shakes his head seeing all the dust that lay on everything. This would upset Fire for that was one thing she couldn’t stand was a dirty home.
Making his way to the kitchen he sees a small pile of dirty dishes that Fire must have been getting ready to clean before she was taken. He picks up one of the dirty plates and starts cleaning it. “I can’t let you come back to a dirty home.” He says as he continues to clean the dishes. "Showtime, my friend, you finally reappear but, what now? Do you lead Society of Chaos to victory? Or, do you rush off to save a woman who may be dead? God, I hope she’s not dead. What would happen if Fire really is dead?” So many more questions fill his head but, they go unspoken. After he puts away the last clean dish he goes to the closet and, digs out a Swiffer duster and starts to dust. “Showtime, what’s up with you? You completely blew off Silver and me at Legendaria. Is it because you don’t know Silver? Is it because of that whole thing with Fire earlier this year? What is it that made you, the man who once trained me and Shade to take his place, act as if he didn’t know me?” He takes a deep breath and sighs while he finishes cleaning the kitchen.
Hours pass and he manages to clean the entire house. Exhausted he makes his way to his car. He sits down and rests for a moment, before driving off into the dark night. He drives for a short while before pulling into his driveway. Lestat climbs back out of his Red Mustang GT and makes his way to this front door. Hearing the sound of a female grown in pain he stops to look around but, sees nothing. “Hello?” he says hoping to hear an answer. However, he hears nothing just the normal sounds of the night. He makes his way inside his house tossing his keys down on the table near the door. Continuing on he flops down onto his black couch and closes his eyes. Drifting off to sleep he lets the sound of silence fill his ears. Moments pass as he hears a tapping at his front door. This tapping woke him from his slight sleep. He jumps to his feet and rushes to the door. Flinging it open his eyes widen as he sees Fire leaning against the doorway. “Jessica!” he yells as he reaches over her helping her stand.
Her hair is a mess and there is dried blood all over her body. The dark clothing that lay on her body was tattered and torn in places. She looks to him in her weakened stat. “Help me.” She says before passing out. He gently picks her up and walks inside. Laying her on the couch he goes back to the door and closes it. Locking it shortly there after, and makes his way back to her. He looks at her with concern in his eyes. “Jessica, what did they do to you?” he asks knowing she is out cold. Gathering medial supplies and a clean rag, he starts to tend o her visible wounds. Once he is done, he starts to pace. “Why has Purity picked us to harm? What did we do to deserve this mess? Did I wrong them in some way? I must figure out what to do about this. Silver and Leon want to handle this without me. Well fine, let them. Once this is over, we will see if anything of Rite of Chaos will survive.” Taking a deep breath, he continues on his rant. “I will let him taste the pain of defeat. The pain you only feel when your partner is the reason, you lose. Only this time I will cost him the gold. Granted he only cost me a match with Scott Lanegan and Gypsy, but that was a loss that shouldn’t of happened. So, if he wants to cut me out fine! I can get to the top on my own without him. I’m sure Fire is itching to have some gold around her waist. Maybe she should be my partner, or even Mr. Showtime.” He seems to rant on for a while before stopping and looking back at Fire’s sleeping body.
“Mrs. Torres?” he asks hoping to stir a response from her but, nothing, no movement, only the slight rise and fall of her chest. He sighs and sits on the floor in front of her and pulls out his cell phone. He flips it open and starts making a call to a doctor friend. “Hello?” The male voice said on the other side of the line. “Hey Brian. I need you to come over fast. My friend Fire has been hurt. She needs medical attention now.” Lestat stats hoping Brian can sense the urgency. "I’ll be right there."[/b] He says as he hangs up the phone. Lestat puts the phone back in his pocket and stays close to Fire.
Fifteen minutes pass but, to Lestat it feels like an eternity has passed. During those long minutes he checks on Fire at least once every minute, sometimes even twice. His attention gets adverted from Fire when he hears the door bell ring. Jumping from his setting position he rushes to the door and, flings it open quickly. “I got here as fast as I could. Where is she?” the man asks. “Thanks Brian. She’s on my couch.” Lestat replies glad to see Brian has finally arrived to take care of Fire.
Brian walks in and walks up to Fire setting down his doctor’s bag. He begins to take care of her wounds. “This has to be hard on you Lestat. You have to deal with Mr. Showtime basically shunning you, Fire laying here injured, Silver taking off a lot, and his costing Rite of Chaos their winning streak. And, not to mention the huge match you have this week in Power On Wrestling.” Lestat sighs and responds to his concern. “Yeah, it’s been hell but, I’m gonna focus on two things.” Brian glances at Lestat and asks “What is that?” “My match and Fire.” He stats simply. “I know your match is huge this week, but I don’t know anything else about it. Why don’t you fill me in?” He asks as he continues to attend to Fire. “Well this week I face Chris Carnage, Reggie Starr, Gypsy, Calvin Bando, President Robert Pliskin and, Mick Cormac.” The doctor shakes his head. “What kind of match?” “A anything goes Television Championship contender match.” Lestat replies. "After the hell you and Silver put Shadow and Hellfire through they are putting you in a anything goes match with, of all people, Gypsy? Are they trying to break up Rite of Chaos?” Lestat shakes his head not sure of the answer to that question. “I guess management doesn’t want a tag team that is so dominant. Rite of Chaos once formed has only ever lost one match. That must be too much for Power On Wrestling management. They must see us as a threat when we are a united front. However, they forget even if RoC falls there is still Society of Chaos. Just because Silver or I leave, RoC doesn’t mean we leave SoC. So really management isn’t accomplishing anything by trying to break up RoC.”
The doctor finishes patching up the few minor wounds Fire had and looks to the still worried Lestat. “She is fine. She could go back to wrestling n a few days if she so wished it. And, with Mr. Showtime, Rage, Shade, Silver, Fire, and yourself Society of Chaos just may bring Power On Wrestling to its knees.” “Yes there will be some changes that will affect Power On Wrestling but, do I need to have someone stay with Fire till she wakes?” Lestat asks wondering whom he could call. “Yeah, the first few days she may need some help but, then again as strong as she is, she may not.” Lestat nods as it dawns on him who he can call to sit with Fire for a few days. Taking out his cell phone once again he calls a number he knows all to well. A female voice takes the line “Hallo. Was benötigst du Lestat?” “Hey sis, I need a favor.” [/b]He states knowing she won’t say, no to him. “Ja?” she asks wondering what he wants. “I need you to come sit with Fire and, not tell Silver that she is here. I have something to take up with him and, I’ll tell him about Fire then.” Silence falls on the line as Leyna ponders what she will do. “Ja.” She finally says. “Thank you Leyna.” He smiles and hangs up and, puts the phone back in his pocket.
Brian smiles knowing that Lestat’s sister had agreed to stay with Fire. “I’m glad your sister said she would stay with Fire. You have my number if something would happen to go wrong but, I don’t see any complications coming up. She is almost unharmed. Just minor cuts and bruises.” Lestat nods. “Thanks again Brian.” “No problem. So while she rests I can tell you need to vent. Why don’t you tell me a little about all of your opponents?” “Well let’s sum most of them up, Chris Carage, Calvin Bando, Mick Cormac and, President Pliskin. I know very little of them. Reggie Starr, he really is no threat. He can’t wrestle his way out of a paper bag. And, Gypsy . . . ” He takes a deep breath. “Where to start there. Let’s see. She is related to my partner and she’s a girl. The only girl I have ever feared is Fire. Related to my partner or not you are going down. This is my going to be my win not yours. Heck you should withdraw because you may have to face Silver. If he wins his match. Ah speaking again of Silver, isn’t it funny how everyone seems to take up to Silver more? Look at this week. He gets a chance too win the gold right off and I get dumped into a containership match with the biggest list of losers I have ever seen in my life. Yes, I’m calling you all losers. Even you Gypsy. You are not excluded from this. They baby you here in Power On Wrestling, but I’ll not do that. You will be treated as any other man when I’m in that ring with you. So you better put on your tough act if you want to make it through this match with me. I am still out for blood after my match with Shadow and Hellfire. So you are warned. Turn back now. Just walk away and no one will think less of you for saving your own skin.” Brian looks to Lestat. “You don’t like Gypsy do you?” Lestat sighs. “It’s not that I don’t like her. It’s that im sick and tired of being thrown in matches with her when everyone knows she is related to Silver.” Brian nods. “I see. That could make things between you and Silver even more shaky then they already are. Maybe management is really out to get you two. Because, if he wins and you win then you will have to face each other.” Shakes his head before he continues on. “Sounds like they really do want to destroy Rite of Chaos. What’s next they try to destroy Society of Chaos?” Lestat shakes his head still not knowing what the management at Power On Wrestling had in mind for RoC or even Soc. He walks the doctor to the door and the scene fades to black.
Making his way to the kitchen he sees a small pile of dirty dishes that Fire must have been getting ready to clean before she was taken. He picks up one of the dirty plates and starts cleaning it. “I can’t let you come back to a dirty home.” He says as he continues to clean the dishes. "Showtime, my friend, you finally reappear but, what now? Do you lead Society of Chaos to victory? Or, do you rush off to save a woman who may be dead? God, I hope she’s not dead. What would happen if Fire really is dead?” So many more questions fill his head but, they go unspoken. After he puts away the last clean dish he goes to the closet and, digs out a Swiffer duster and starts to dust. “Showtime, what’s up with you? You completely blew off Silver and me at Legendaria. Is it because you don’t know Silver? Is it because of that whole thing with Fire earlier this year? What is it that made you, the man who once trained me and Shade to take his place, act as if he didn’t know me?” He takes a deep breath and sighs while he finishes cleaning the kitchen.
Hours pass and he manages to clean the entire house. Exhausted he makes his way to his car. He sits down and rests for a moment, before driving off into the dark night. He drives for a short while before pulling into his driveway. Lestat climbs back out of his Red Mustang GT and makes his way to this front door. Hearing the sound of a female grown in pain he stops to look around but, sees nothing. “Hello?” he says hoping to hear an answer. However, he hears nothing just the normal sounds of the night. He makes his way inside his house tossing his keys down on the table near the door. Continuing on he flops down onto his black couch and closes his eyes. Drifting off to sleep he lets the sound of silence fill his ears. Moments pass as he hears a tapping at his front door. This tapping woke him from his slight sleep. He jumps to his feet and rushes to the door. Flinging it open his eyes widen as he sees Fire leaning against the doorway. “Jessica!” he yells as he reaches over her helping her stand.
Her hair is a mess and there is dried blood all over her body. The dark clothing that lay on her body was tattered and torn in places. She looks to him in her weakened stat. “Help me.” She says before passing out. He gently picks her up and walks inside. Laying her on the couch he goes back to the door and closes it. Locking it shortly there after, and makes his way back to her. He looks at her with concern in his eyes. “Jessica, what did they do to you?” he asks knowing she is out cold. Gathering medial supplies and a clean rag, he starts to tend o her visible wounds. Once he is done, he starts to pace. “Why has Purity picked us to harm? What did we do to deserve this mess? Did I wrong them in some way? I must figure out what to do about this. Silver and Leon want to handle this without me. Well fine, let them. Once this is over, we will see if anything of Rite of Chaos will survive.” Taking a deep breath, he continues on his rant. “I will let him taste the pain of defeat. The pain you only feel when your partner is the reason, you lose. Only this time I will cost him the gold. Granted he only cost me a match with Scott Lanegan and Gypsy, but that was a loss that shouldn’t of happened. So, if he wants to cut me out fine! I can get to the top on my own without him. I’m sure Fire is itching to have some gold around her waist. Maybe she should be my partner, or even Mr. Showtime.” He seems to rant on for a while before stopping and looking back at Fire’s sleeping body.
“Mrs. Torres?” he asks hoping to stir a response from her but, nothing, no movement, only the slight rise and fall of her chest. He sighs and sits on the floor in front of her and pulls out his cell phone. He flips it open and starts making a call to a doctor friend. “Hello?” The male voice said on the other side of the line. “Hey Brian. I need you to come over fast. My friend Fire has been hurt. She needs medical attention now.” Lestat stats hoping Brian can sense the urgency. "I’ll be right there."[/b] He says as he hangs up the phone. Lestat puts the phone back in his pocket and stays close to Fire.
Fifteen minutes pass but, to Lestat it feels like an eternity has passed. During those long minutes he checks on Fire at least once every minute, sometimes even twice. His attention gets adverted from Fire when he hears the door bell ring. Jumping from his setting position he rushes to the door and, flings it open quickly. “I got here as fast as I could. Where is she?” the man asks. “Thanks Brian. She’s on my couch.” Lestat replies glad to see Brian has finally arrived to take care of Fire.
Brian walks in and walks up to Fire setting down his doctor’s bag. He begins to take care of her wounds. “This has to be hard on you Lestat. You have to deal with Mr. Showtime basically shunning you, Fire laying here injured, Silver taking off a lot, and his costing Rite of Chaos their winning streak. And, not to mention the huge match you have this week in Power On Wrestling.” Lestat sighs and responds to his concern. “Yeah, it’s been hell but, I’m gonna focus on two things.” Brian glances at Lestat and asks “What is that?” “My match and Fire.” He stats simply. “I know your match is huge this week, but I don’t know anything else about it. Why don’t you fill me in?” He asks as he continues to attend to Fire. “Well this week I face Chris Carnage, Reggie Starr, Gypsy, Calvin Bando, President Robert Pliskin and, Mick Cormac.” The doctor shakes his head. “What kind of match?” “A anything goes Television Championship contender match.” Lestat replies. "After the hell you and Silver put Shadow and Hellfire through they are putting you in a anything goes match with, of all people, Gypsy? Are they trying to break up Rite of Chaos?” Lestat shakes his head not sure of the answer to that question. “I guess management doesn’t want a tag team that is so dominant. Rite of Chaos once formed has only ever lost one match. That must be too much for Power On Wrestling management. They must see us as a threat when we are a united front. However, they forget even if RoC falls there is still Society of Chaos. Just because Silver or I leave, RoC doesn’t mean we leave SoC. So really management isn’t accomplishing anything by trying to break up RoC.”
The doctor finishes patching up the few minor wounds Fire had and looks to the still worried Lestat. “She is fine. She could go back to wrestling n a few days if she so wished it. And, with Mr. Showtime, Rage, Shade, Silver, Fire, and yourself Society of Chaos just may bring Power On Wrestling to its knees.” “Yes there will be some changes that will affect Power On Wrestling but, do I need to have someone stay with Fire till she wakes?” Lestat asks wondering whom he could call. “Yeah, the first few days she may need some help but, then again as strong as she is, she may not.” Lestat nods as it dawns on him who he can call to sit with Fire for a few days. Taking out his cell phone once again he calls a number he knows all to well. A female voice takes the line “Hallo. Was benötigst du Lestat?” “Hey sis, I need a favor.” [/b]He states knowing she won’t say, no to him. “Ja?” she asks wondering what he wants. “I need you to come sit with Fire and, not tell Silver that she is here. I have something to take up with him and, I’ll tell him about Fire then.” Silence falls on the line as Leyna ponders what she will do. “Ja.” She finally says. “Thank you Leyna.” He smiles and hangs up and, puts the phone back in his pocket.
Brian smiles knowing that Lestat’s sister had agreed to stay with Fire. “I’m glad your sister said she would stay with Fire. You have my number if something would happen to go wrong but, I don’t see any complications coming up. She is almost unharmed. Just minor cuts and bruises.” Lestat nods. “Thanks again Brian.” “No problem. So while she rests I can tell you need to vent. Why don’t you tell me a little about all of your opponents?” “Well let’s sum most of them up, Chris Carage, Calvin Bando, Mick Cormac and, President Pliskin. I know very little of them. Reggie Starr, he really is no threat. He can’t wrestle his way out of a paper bag. And, Gypsy . . . ” He takes a deep breath. “Where to start there. Let’s see. She is related to my partner and she’s a girl. The only girl I have ever feared is Fire. Related to my partner or not you are going down. This is my going to be my win not yours. Heck you should withdraw because you may have to face Silver. If he wins his match. Ah speaking again of Silver, isn’t it funny how everyone seems to take up to Silver more? Look at this week. He gets a chance too win the gold right off and I get dumped into a containership match with the biggest list of losers I have ever seen in my life. Yes, I’m calling you all losers. Even you Gypsy. You are not excluded from this. They baby you here in Power On Wrestling, but I’ll not do that. You will be treated as any other man when I’m in that ring with you. So you better put on your tough act if you want to make it through this match with me. I am still out for blood after my match with Shadow and Hellfire. So you are warned. Turn back now. Just walk away and no one will think less of you for saving your own skin.” Brian looks to Lestat. “You don’t like Gypsy do you?” Lestat sighs. “It’s not that I don’t like her. It’s that im sick and tired of being thrown in matches with her when everyone knows she is related to Silver.” Brian nods. “I see. That could make things between you and Silver even more shaky then they already are. Maybe management is really out to get you two. Because, if he wins and you win then you will have to face each other.” Shakes his head before he continues on. “Sounds like they really do want to destroy Rite of Chaos. What’s next they try to destroy Society of Chaos?” Lestat shakes his head still not knowing what the management at Power On Wrestling had in mind for RoC or even Soc. He walks the doctor to the door and the scene fades to black.
