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Wake Me Up I
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Topic Started: Feb 3 2013, 05:35 AM (153 Views)
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The Beast
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Feb 3 2013, 05:35 AM
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The short woman with the sunken mouth couldn't help but gawk at the constant stream of people hustling around her. Some doctors, traveling swiftly through the white hallways with eyes darting from the path ahead down to the clipboard in hand and then back again. Some patients, most similar to her, frowning, with the weight of sorrow on their shoulders.
She dodged person after person, was bumped into quite a few times, received a few "excuse me's" and "pardon me's", but mostly nothing but rude looks. It didn't bother her all that much, as she'd had a lot on her mind, and the busy traveling kept her mind just as busy as her feet.
It'd only been a few weeks ago that Deina witnessed the love of her life, the man who'd promised her a lot of things, none more important than safety, be nearly beat to death by somebody she once held close to her heart. The scene wouldn't go away, it constantly played over and over again in her head, and each time everything seemed to become clearer. The blood. The violence. The pain.
"Oh hon, if you think this is bad, then you oughta stop by when we're REALLY busy." the nurse who'd been leading Deina dared, having noticed the fascinated turns of her head. "That's when things get real out of control. Heck, sometimes even I get lost, and I've been working here since Bill was running things!"
The nurse's voice boomed through the noise of chatter and machines, confidently and with ease, as if she'd been used to speaking over the noisy hospital airwaves. Deina had met her the day that she'd drove Joey to the hospital. It wasn't just in the busy lobby and hallways that the nurse showed off her vocal cords. She was loud everywhere. In Joey's room. Late at night, when nobody was about. Anywhere and everywhere.
It made it tough for Deina to do what she wanted to do. Which was zone her out. After the first few hours, she managed to do it. But in this instance, she decided to listen to the nurse, and found herself really surprised that this place could possibly get much more busy than it already was. The nurse, who was always grinning, didn't seem like the type to lie, so Deina accepted the unbelievably truth as the two of them reach room 105.
The nurse knocked, waited not even a half of a second, and opened the door.
"Here we are, deary." she said, moving back in front of the door and patting Deina on the shoulder as she moved in front of her.
Deina nodded, her way of saying thank you, and the nurse took her leave. With a slow, hesitant gate, she moved further into the room. Behind the blue and white curtain, wrapped up in sheets and hooked up to machines, Joey laid, fast asleep. The cuts on his face were stitched up, but some still bled, and the light of the day shining through the window gleamed in it
Deina had seen him when he was worse. When the cuts were gaped open, swollen and squirting with blood. She'd seen him when he couldn't open his eyes. When he couldn't recognize her voice. And yet, despite all of that, she still felt so bad seeing him like that.
"Hey baby..." She walked in closer, as the nurse closed the door behind her with a big, cheesy smile. There was no sign that he'd heard her sad words. His eyes stayed closed, his body didn't even twitch. He was as still as death and it made her feel so freaked out.
"Baby, can you hear me?" Since the incident, he'd only spoken to her a few times, and every time he had, neither one of them really had much to say to each other. That didn't stop her, though. She wanted to hear his voice. TO know that he was still there. And so far, she hadn't been giving any reason to believe it.
The clock on the wall ticked, as the machines beside his bed beeped, and for hours she sat beside him, hoping, and praying, that he'd wake up.
Maybe then, she could stop worrying. Maybe then, she could stop thinking that it was all her fault. Maybe then, she could start blaming the man that was truly responsible. The man that hadn't said a single word to her or anyone else not associated with White Noise in weeks. The man that'd have to defend his championship in a few short days against one of New Era's most legendary performers.
Deina reach for Joey's limp hand and squeezed it to savor the warmth that let her know he was still with her. She glanced out the window, toward the light, and couldn't help but smile at the thought of the man she'd supported for so many months failing in front of the world once again. ---
The Wildebeest stood on the top of the very mountain he'd found Denia all those months ago.
He'd changed. His beard was longer, wilder, and his hair the same. There was no smile on his face. And his clothes were simple blue jeans and a black t-shirt. The full moon hovered behind him, a racing cluster of black clouds traveling close behind it, and the world was silent.
Wildebeest glanced around, noticed the darkness, and how there were no paths out of this madness. He bones ached. His muscles burned. And his heart hurt. A weaker man would fall to his knees, as the flashbacks played in his mind like strikes of lightning terrorizing a burning world.
Those vast clouds hovered in front of the moon and everything disappeared. In the darkness, he heard them. Their laughter. Their joy. He heard everything about happiness and them, and he squeezed on his head, begging for it all to go away.
But it wouldn't.
As the darkness drew stronger, the voices became louder. Everything she ever said to him, every meaningless compliment, every broken promise, played in his mind over and over again like a record player stuck on a loop. It was all becoming too much.
And there was nobody there to help him.
Nothing.
Nothing but a gleam. The Wildebeest moved toward the gleam slowly, as if his legs were being trapped by deep snow, and he found it to be his North American championship. The more this became aware, the brighter it became, and finally, he felt the darkness, and the whispers, run away.
For a moment, he felt stronger.
But then the shadows rushed him, like vultures would a corpse. They picked at him, and before he knew how to react, they snatched away his championship, and they flew away with it. And without it, the darkness returned. And he once again hopeless.
As the whispers grew into screams, he dropped to one knee.
As the screamed grew into terrifying roars, he felt like giving up.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be ascending his climb. The one spoke about his Book of Wrestling. And instead, he's been beaten, abandoned and forgotten. And soon, everything he'd worked for would be gone. He was alone. Hopeless. And he couldn't take anymore.
But as his second knee came down, just before it touched the shadow, a incredible rush of cold hit him right in the face, and he woke up. ---
Wildebeest couldn't tell... was it a person, or was it a demon, hovering above him, with the grandest star-filled sky behind them. As his vision began to stabilize, their eyes became a clear blue and their stoic flesh flickered with the light of a flame.
"Rise."
Water dripped down the nose of his bridge and down through his beard as he struggled to sit up. He looked around. Hoped that he'd find some sign that'd reveal or remind him where he was. No such luck. Instead, he saw little. Just the dark, long haired woman crotched over by his side, the camp-site surrounding him and the fire burning between it all.
"Wh-"
He tried to speak, but his throat failed him, as if it hadn't had the cool tough of water in weeks. It burned as he tried to cough, but it didn't seem to help at all. The woman beside him reach back and grabbed a clear bottle of water and handed it to him.
"Drink."
She commanded, so he untwisted the cap and downed the entire bottle right away, not one to deny his host. She took the bottle from him once it was finished off and placed it back in the pile of supplies by her small sack of a bed.
"Wildebeest... demands to know where he is." he wiped his mouth of the water that'd escaped him. "Now."
"You aren't in any condition to demand anything of me." Her response was calm and cold. She felt no fear for the much larger man, despite not having any visible weapon on or around her.
She stepped back beside him and leaned up close. With a whisper, she continued. "But I will answer your question... You are in the middle of the Petrified Forest National Park. And have been for several days."
Wildebeest is surprised by her comments. "Sever... several days?"
The woman nodded her head, as small bugs hover around it. "You were passed out."
Wildebeest tried to remember something, anything, but he couldn't think of a thing that happened between the point the tried and the point the left Deina's new home. He glanced down at his fists and were happy to see that they were healing up. But that happiness didn't last, as the sight of the cuts reminded him of Joey, and Joey reminded him of Deina, and together, they reminded him of pain.
The woman moved behind the fire and sat down with her legs crossed underneath her frame. The flame touched her dark skin brilliantly as she glanced across it's dancing tails at the Wildebeest. She knew he was thinking, but she didn't know what about. And she knew he was hurting, but was wrong in her assumption why.
"And... Wildebeest must know... who are you?" He glanced over at the mystery woman. Curious. Very curious.
She stared back, eyes as cold as the night's breeze. "Why do you ask?"
She crossed her arms over her knees and tilted her head slightly. Her eyes glowing with intimidation.
"Just answer." Wildebeest responded, after a brief stare-down, squeezing his broken fists together as he did.
Finally, she smiled. "Relax. I am no enemy. I come from where you once called home. By request of those that raised you from a baby. I am here to help."
The word help echoed through the insect filled forest, but in Wildebeest's head, it played beautifully, like heaven's holiest harp.
"Help?" he questioned her comment, thinking that perhaps he was still dreaming. The Judge's have proven to have stopped giving Wildebeest help. They've shown over the past couple of weeks that they want him to do this alone, despite all injury and heartache. And yet, this woman behind the fire, smiled with a kindness, ever so briefly, that made him believe it was real.
"What's wrong? Do you not know the meaning of the word?" that smile vanished as she questioned his confusion.
Wildebeest shook his head, and followed-up. "What.. What will you help Wildebeest with?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "There is plenty." and in saying that, she insulted the Wildebeest.
"What does that mean?" He rushed to his feet, as she stood up to walk over and fetch some fire-wood that she'd previously gathered. He towered over her like a castle, blocking the fire's glow upon her body, and barked down at her.
"The Wildebeest does not need help from anyone! He is dominate, destructive and capable of accomplishing any task given to him! What makes you think that the North American champion needs -"
And that's when he stopped, and panic surged through his aching muscles. Enough so that it froze him in place. She stopped tossing pieces of wood into the fire long enough to glance over at his statue like figure, just as he unfroze and began searching his body for the championship he'd just mentioned.
"Where..." he looked high and low. "Where is..." he looked on him and around him. "Where is Wildebeest's North American title?!"
She tossed the last piece of wood into the fire. "Relax."
Wildebeest stopped. Not because she told him to stop. But because he'd looked everywhere, with no sign of it anywhere. His eyes searched her as she moved around the fire, hoping that she'd have some idea as to where his most prized possession was located.
"You have... Wildebeest's title?" he asked, hopeful.
"No." she responded quickly. "But I know where it's at."
Wildebeest sighed with relief and smiled. "We go get it?"
"Yes... that's the easy part. Getting it, however... might be a little tougher."
She looked over at Wildebeest before continuing. "We will get it back in the morning. For now, relax, and rest. For tomorrow presents us quite the challenge."
Wildebeest hated it. The idea of leaving his championship out there, in the unknown, for any fool to steal. But he had no choice... and so, he sat down, closed his eyes, and risked finding another nightmare as his host tended to the fire.
He wouldn't find a nightmare that night.
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