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| Zero | Jun 4 2008, 07:03 AM Post #1 |
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Time to wake up. Zero comes to himself with a start, drawing great gasps of air into his tortured lungs. His mind works frantically, taking in his surroundings and calculating exactly where he is... And why he is back in control of his body. Just where the hell am I!? He looks around, and the first thing he notices is the smell. The fetid stench of old vomit reeks around him. He groans his disgust. The battered old leather overcoat he is wearing isn't taking away from the smell either. He sits up, noticing that he has half a bottle of Jack Daniels clenched in his hand. His head feels like there is a porcupine rolling around in anger. So many feelings! Zero: I guess this is what coming back to life feels like... His mind finally comes to a conclusion. He is currently a bum. And the reason he is back in control of his body may be just a temporary thing, similar to last time. His "other personality" is dormant, but still there, just waiting to take control again. He staggers to his feet, pausing only to vomit a stream of soured alcohol onto the ground. He washes the taste of the bile away with a mouthful of Jack, and sets one main goal in his find. Finding out where the hell he is. Let's see... I'm in an alley... Leaning against a dumpster... Ugh. He walks towards the nearest source of light, the entrance of the alley, and stumbles. Obviously, his other personality, or his brother, decided to go on a bender. It seems to take an eternity for him to stumble out into the street, where he is a source of disgust for the passers-by, looking to be the filthiest kind of homeless man imaginable. He lurches in front of an old man, blocking his path. Zero: Excuse me sir, can you tell me exactly where I am? Or even what city this is? The old man looks at him in amazement for a moment. Just as Zero is awaiting the reprimand and threats of police intervention, the man cracks a grin. Old Man: Why, yer in Dublin sir! Dublin! That means... I've missed the Showdown in Scotland! Or did I... Zero: Sir, you wouldn't happen to know exactly where Lansdowne Road is? Old Man: Lansdowne Road!? Yer lookin' fer some rugby are yeh? Zero: Wrestling, actually... Old Man: Oh, the wrestlin' thing... They'll all over there. Gettin' set up for some big show. Zero thanks the old man, and he points him in the general direction of the open air stadium. After wandering around for a little while, he finally manages to board a packed DART train, headed for Landsdowne Road. He settles into a seat and shuts his eyes... Chris: So, how did you manage this brother? He awakes instantly, back on the train. However, this time it is empty, and the surroundings outside the window are tortured and burning. The sky is blood-red, and twisted creatures fly in the sky. Zero: What the hell... Where am I!? His attention is turned to his brother, seated near him. They both look exactly the same, dressed in the same clothes, the only difference is that Chris Caine is clean and groomed, his hair tied back and his face and hands washed. He is playing a game of chess with himself. Chris: You brother, are in the dreamscape. The tiny part of your mind where anyhting can happen, the place your consciousness goes to sleep. The place where dreams and nightmares spring from. When we are here, I am in control. Zero just rubs his eyes and looks around wildly. Zero: So none of this is real!? Chris glances up at him for a moment. Chris: It is as real as you want it to be. Zero sighs, stands up, and re-seats himself next to his brother. He stares intently as the chessboard. Zero: So you gave me back my body? Chris lets out a "hmph!" noise. He repositions a few pieces on the board before he answers. Chris: Hardly. It appears that, whenever I am in control, and I happen to pass out or get concussed, something like that, then the body instantly reverts back and gives you control. And I end up here, carving out dreams. Zero holds his face in his hands, and splits his fingers apart just far enough to peer at Chris. Zero: So did you go to Showdown? Chris: Of course. Zero: And... did you wrestle? Chris: Yes brother... Zero: And... And did you win? Chris laughs as he finally puts himself in checkmate. He leans back in his chair. Chris: Of course I did. Sonny Daze is nothing but the first in a long line of victims. Zero: You didn't hurt him did you!? Chris: Nothing he won't recover from. Zero: And do you know who I'm meant to be fighting this week? Chris: You expect me to know? Zero lets out sigh. Zero: Yeah, I did actually. You've only been in control of my body for the last week or so. Chris: You're meant to be fighting Bond. Zero: Bond? Chris Bond? Chirs simply nods. Zero stands, and looks around. Zero: Okay. The fucking game is over now. I want to wake up. I need to prepare. Chris: You need to prepare? Zero: Yes, fuck, yes! Do you even know who Chris Bond is! Chris: I do actually. But I find it suprising that you are stressing out about Bond. Zero: And why is that? Chris: Well, for the first time in years, we are standing face to face. Zero pauses a moment as a ponders this. Chris: I'm expecting you to fly off the handle, go crazy, try and kill me... But you haven't yet. Why? Zero: Maybe I've become used to you hanging around. Maybe I'm used to losing my body at the most inopportune of times. Chris: Maybe. Zero: But seriously, how do I get out of here? Chris just stares at him and grins. Chris: Brother... You are already out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well, that was weird. Face to face with my borther, flesh to flesh, for the first time in years. Or was that all a dream? I don't even think I'm the one to be talking about dreams. Leave that for the boffins. Nightmares are my speciality. Chris Bond, do you know what this means? I'm back in control. For me, this is my debut match, a chance for me to show the world just who Zero is. Scrap last week. Last week is nothing to me, just another page in the history books. Bond. Chris Bond. Secret agent. But who is the true person behind these names? People have branded this onto you. Take away the name Chris Bond, take away the Secret Agent schtick, and what do we have? A nameless man, worthy only of being a childrens TV show host. A lifeless man with no soul. Your name defines you, makes you recognisable. Without that, you are just another person. A zero, if you will. Just like me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Snapping back into reality, Zero opens his eyes. He blinks, and takes in his surroundings again. No bend, twisted, blackened trees. No blood red sky. No broken buildings, remnants of a former society. Nothing. Naught. Nil. Zero. Again. Only one thing is left. An impending match with Chris Bond. And that will determine what stays empty. And what becomes whole again. |
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