.\V/. Pleine Lune (pt. I) .\V/. Apr 26, 2011 4:37:58 GMT
Post by Tim E. Vortex on Apr 26, 2011 4:37:58 GMT
November 24th 1743
Lightning strikes down on a tall tree, splitting a branch from its father, which crashes down onto the wet ground. Struggling to see through the gallons of rain that attack the earth, a hooded figure wanders aimlessly through a secluded forest. It tilts its hood, getting a glimpse of a tall palace not far from where the figure stands. It smiles and advances towards the large building. Upon arrival at the oak doors, the figure reaches out and grips the brass knocker in the shape of terrifying beast and slams it against the wood. After a while, the door opens unveiling a handsome man attired in an elegant blue jacket. The figure is taken back by his attractiveness and removes the hood to reveal an unusual looking woman. Her face is as white as snow and she is without a nose. The man is obviously repulsed by her appearance and stares at her pointed teeth in awe.
“What do you want?[/color]”
He snaps at her.
“ It is awfully cold and wet out here. I was hoping for a place to stay... just for tonight.”
He begins to laugh at her.
“And you thought you could stay here? Not a chance.[/color]”
“But, there isn’t a place around here for miles.”
“Well, you’re already wet, so you don’t really have anything to worry about do you? Go on... get out of here.[/color]”
He begins to shut the door, but the woman’s boot prevents him from doing so. He looks up at her in disgust, which soon transforms into an expression of fear as her eyes turn bright red. She glares back at him and at the beast knocker.
“Every rose has its thorns. You are beautiful. So... so... beautiful. Yet aesthetics are not the most important aspect of an individual. Underneath your beauty, you are ugly, sir. You are incapable of love, inbound or outbound. And so ugly you shall be.”
April 21st 2011
In the hallways of FWF, Michelle waits in excitement. Moments later, I emerge from behind the black curtain and Michelle pounces on me, throwing her arms around my neck. She then withdraws and claps frantically.
“What’s the excitement about, my dear?”
“You won. I’m so proud of you, Tim.”
“I was kind of marvellous wasn’t I?”
If I do say so myself. Admittedly, I could not predict the outcome of the match had the mysterious individual not have interfered, but my ego would be dissatisfied if my record was negatively affected. I have yet to entirely be comfortable with this style or fighting and as I progress, a defeat may not be of great importance to me. However, for now I’ll take kindly to a victory and welcomed any opportunity to bask in my own aura.
“Come, we must celebrate.[/color]”
Michelle suggestively raises her eyebrows.
I reply before taking her hand on storming down the corridor with her following like the owner of a large dog on a leash. We enter the locker room where those unfortunate enough to lack the star power that grants them their own use communally. I advance to my locker and pull out my dusty blue jacket before placing my arms inside.
“[/color]So... you heard who you’re facing at Genesis yet?[/b]
Amy asks as I adjust my collar. I then grab my trusty watch from the locker and turn to face her. My lips pout as I shake my head, giving her my answer.
“Something Old, Something New...[/b]”
“Well that gives me a great advantage.”
“Look at me, I’m both of those things. Shall we away?”
I change the subject quickly. I was excited about getting to our next destination and the politics of wrestling were something that I wished to discuss in an appropriate setting for my celebration. I will gladly converse over Genesis whilst tucking into a lobster in the most romantic place on Earth.
“[/color]So... where are we going?[/b]”
“I was thinking eighteenth century Paris. C’est tres belle.”
“[/color]Belle’s my middle name.[/b]”
My face lit with amusement. Hers on the other hand fell flat.
“[/color] Why? Don’t you think I’m pretty enough to pull it off?[/b]”
“Of course I do, my dear. It’s just... Michelle Belle...”
“[/color]Yes, yes, I’m a walking rhyme. Can we please get over it?[/b]”
“Very well. Shall we away?”
Having entered in the co-ordinates for Paris, 1950 on my pocket watch, I curved my arm, offering it to my Scottish companion. She smiled and linked my arm and after having a speedy glance to make sure no personages were present to visualise our disappearance, I pushed down on the button of my watch to commence our journey through time and space.
July 23rd 1750
I hadn’t quite prepared for an arrival such as this one. I surveyed my surroundings and beheld a full moon slicing through the leaves of tall trees in a dark forest. There was what appeared to be a palace of sorts in the distance, but despite that, it seemed to be a place of desertion... even the aforementioned palace seemed quite lonely. Michelle wrenched her boot out from the marshland it had been impaled into and gave me a dissatisfied scorn.
“[/color]I don’t remember Paris being so woody.”
She ejaculated. I looked down at my watch in confusion and as it so happens, the co-ordinates were slightly out of synchronisation with our plan. What a tricky piece of material; the slightest tweak and you can end up on another planet. I concluded that the time and date were accurate and the position of the moon lead to my understanding that this was indeed at the very least close to Paris.
“Well, we’re definitely in France...”
“[/color]Are you sure?[/b]”
“Of course, dear. I’ve only ever been wrong once, and that was when I thought I was wrong about something, but I was mistaken.”
She linked me by the arm again and as I pushed down on the watch, sparks began to shoot off it. Michelle looked less than impressed and began to march away from me, struggling through the swampy ground.
“Where are you going?[/color]”
I bellowed. She turned round with her fists clenched.
“[/color]You broke it. I don’t know how long it’s gonna take you to fix, but I’m not standing in the middle of the forest to wait. I’m cold, I’m hungry... and this place gives me the creeps.[/b]”
She continued her journey. I alluded in her statement that our whereabouts ‘gave her the creeps’ and could not help think that it wasn’t merely a common phobia, whether rational or irrational. I could sense that something was not right. Someone or something didn’t belong here and whatever it was stopped my watch from working correctly. Could this be the ‘enigma’ that I was prophesised? I was reluctant in finding out, but Michelle had already made her mind up, and the last thing I would ever want to do is exasperate a Scott. I looked up at the winding black clouds that swirled in the starless night as a single rain drop darted on my face. I too was scared, and so I followed Michelle. Whatever we were dealing with, regardless of whether it was indeed the ‘enigma’, I definitely did not want to be alone.
“Are you sure you want to continue, my dear? Doors that size are often intimidating to me... especially with a knocker as threatening as the one before us.”
“[/color]This isn’t ‘A Christmas Carol’ y’know. The ghost of Marley isn’t going to just appear.[/b]”
“Would it really surprise you?”
I challenged her as I constantly checked what was lurking in the distance behind us. She chuckled.
“[/color]Pfft, that’s just a story.[/b]”
“Stories come from somewhere, my dear. There’s a lot of truth behind creative ideas. Even the most accomplished of writers such as Dickens attained his inspiration from somewhere.”
I informed her, yet she simply shrugged it off. The door creaked open and darkness stared at us. We turned to face each other; mine with a pale expression of terror, hers with uncomfortable thrill. Her index finger poised and nudged the door open revealing one of the largest hallways I have hitherto seen. The moon was the only thing illuminating what was indistinguishable once a place of class. She urged me ahead, and at my most chivalrous, I stepped in before her. As I glanced at the dark interior, the door slammed shut behind me. As a reflex, I span around to see Michelle with her hand on the door. She found great amusement at my heart momentarily stopping.
“[/color]That was priceless. That’s something to tell the nineteen guys you’ll be facing at Genesis. ‘Tim E. Vortex... greatest Warrior alive... terrified of a door.[/b]”
She jested. It was then that I noticed another form of light seeping through the cracked walls from another room. I was drawn to it like a moth. I approached the door to this room and saw on a well-crafted table by the enormous windows a rose. It was help upright by a subtle golden frame and surrounded by candles forming a ring. I stepped in and a clubbing blow threw me back against Michelle, knocking her down like a domino. I sat up, dazed and confused to see a silhouetted figure standing in the doorway. He inched his way closer to me and the last thing I saw before fainting was the most horrifying beast I’ve ever seen. His dark eyes leered at me and his growling teeth were on display, ready for a meal. Just before passing out, I asserted my disbelief.
“I don’t believe in werewolves...”
To be continued...[/color]