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Bullet with Butterfly Wings
Topic Started: May 30 2008, 11:03 AM (100 Views)
Zero
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Bang bang... You're dead... Put a bullet, in your head...

I used to say that to my brother, joking around as children do. I look back on that now, what seemed like innocent children playing, reciting a rather disturbing rhyme, and I am sickened to my stomach when I remember that is how my brother died... Nothing more than a cooling corpse on the pavement, blood trickling from that hole in his head when I arrived at the scene...

The child was gone.

He wasn't coming back.

Or was he? After I began to talk to myself, was it to try and mask the guilt I felt? I told myself, over and over, that if I had've been there to hold the frayed strands of his life together, he wouldn't be dead. Of course, I doubt even I could've kept him out of the gangs, and the drugs, and the women. I even sampled that life myself after his death, drowning my sorrow and guilt in vices, proving the weaknesses of the flesh.

I rose above that life, and stayed clean. My mind was clean, at least. But was my soul? I could forget my actions, forget the guilt, but my soul would be scarred and stained black from those days. I doubt it will ever recover.

In that way, I find myself and Sonny Daze almost alike. He himself attempted to take his life, perform that act I'm not coward enough to go through with. Or is it strength, those people who commit suicide and leaves lives and loved ones behind, to see if anything truly does lurk on the other side? I mean, am I even in a position to judge them? Is anyone?

I'm not fool enough to play with fate again. Tempt the great chasm of darkness, roll the dice with death himself. I stayed away from there.

Chris however, did not.

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Zero awakes, coming abruptly to his senses. He looks around uisng only his eyes, at his surroundings. A squalid motel room, definitely not the room he had been at when he had last been in command of his mind. Pills, needles and empty bottles circle the bed, and the warm body of a cheap hooker lies naked beside him. He sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and tasting the after-effects of a twenty-four hour bender in his mouth. He rubs his tongue over his teeth, tasting grime and cigarette smoke, and he winges.

Zero: Fuck... What did I get up to...

The hooker next to him stirs, and sits up. Zero is fixated on an overflowing ashtray, hoping to high hell his brother didn't do all that in the short time he was in control. The whore nudges him.

Hooker: You owe me two-fifty.

Zero picks up his pants, noticing that for all his faults, at least his brother chose an attractive girl. He fishes ut his wallet and hands the girl several notes.

Zero: Now get out...

The girls rolls her eyes and begins to gather her clothes. She is dressed and out of the rom in a matter of minutes, while all the while Zero simply sits naked staring at the wall. She pauses at the door, saying something about whether he wants her to come back. Zero mutters something indecipherable, and she shakes her head and wealks out of nthe room, slamming the door behind her. Zero waits a little while longer before finally speaking to the silence of the room.

Zero: So, Chris... You took over my body...

There is a cackle of laughter from the bathroom. Zero sighs, stands up and stretches. He walks acorss the room, picking up his clothes as he does so. He walks into the tiny room, and stares at his reflection in the mirror.

Zero: Talk to me Chris...

He reflection remains unmoving, staring back at him/ Zero notes that he has several days worth of stubble on his chin. He rubs it thoughtfully. He makes to turn on the shower, however a jolt of pain shoots through is head. He clutches his temple and falls to the ground, rolling in agony.

Zero: Ahh.... What is this!?

There is another cackle of laughter as Zero struggles to his feet, clutching at the water basin for support. The top of his head can barely been seen poking up in the mirror. He suddenly slips again, and cries in pain.

There is a moment of silence.

And then another.

And then the steady drip, drip, drip of a leaky tap can be heard. Zero stands back up, and looks directly into the mirror.

His reflection however is a mask of horror, and he bangs on the glass, vainly trying to break back into the hotel bathroom. Zero simply grins and laughs.

Zero: I'm back in control now, John. See how easy it is? Those small moments are all you shall have of your life, all you shall have to try and stop me. I warned yopu I was stronger. I AM the dominant one!

The reflection gives up on banging on the glass. He looks with hatred at Zero.

John: Well then Chris, care to explain what happens now? You've got my body, just like you always wanted.

Zero pauses laughing for a moment, and then stares hard at John Caine, the real Zero, the man who is no longer in control.

Zero: I intend on LIVING, brother! Something you do not have the balls to do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few days of hard partying before paying a visit to Hampden Park to graciously give Mister sVo the victory in our little match.

John just shakes his head. Zero shrugs and turns to walk away.

John: I wil get my body back, you know. The fight isn't over yet. If you can worm your way into my body, then so can I!

Zero pauses for a moment at the door to the bathroom.

Zero: Brother... the fight is over. Have fun in my dreamland.

Zero walks away and slams the door shut behind him. The scene fades out on John's wail of anguish from the mirror...



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