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Topic Started: Mar 20 2010, 08:05 PM (55 Views)
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“GREED:

Immoderate desire for earthly goods.”

- Undisclosed Cemetery; 2010

DJ blinked and shook his head slightly as he looked up from his cell phone where he had just logged onto SVO’s website apparently, having filled out a blog. He couldn’t remember making it and he certainly didn’t recognize the text written down. It looked liked a jumble of non-sense. It must have just.. Be on when he was walking or something. That wasn’t what he had to focus on right now.

He was wearing his black fedora and black suit, standing next to a tree glaring over a few headstones at two individuals, one clad in a large leather coat and the other a woman standing in front of a grave a few dozen yards away. .. And that would be her mother’s grave. He reached into his pocket, turning behind the tree so that he would not be seen by the two individuals, pulling a small file out of his pocket.

“Good old La Envidia Mata.. He always has exactly what you need..” DJ said in a some what egotistical voice as he opened the file to the personal information on Melanie Benson including her address and some insurance details. He smirked slightly, slipping the file back into his pocket, looking back around the tree to see her sister leaving.

DJ watched who he recognized as Melanie for a moment longer while the larger man seemed to walk off leaving her alone. She seemed fine.. He had watched her here earlier when she had broken down crying. That was amusing for DJ to watch.. He enjoyed seeing people unhappy. It made him feel better about his miserable existence.

Today had been the first day that he had seen her sister in any relative closeness. She was not a terribly bright looking girl. All the more entertaining he supposed. After all, it was so much more fun to terrorize someone who couldn’t understand why they were being hurt. They had left however soon afterward this strange, tall man had shown up. Busy, busy, busy.

DJ watched the limo pull away and leave, waiting a few more moments until he was sure they were not coming back before he slithered out from behind the tree moving toward the grave. He lowered his head, arching his back and leveling his shoulders giving him a somewhat gangly appearance with his arms hanging at his sides. Eventually he moved to stand in front of the grave looking down at it as a far distant crack of thunder signaled a coming storm.

“..Hello Ma. What’s for breakfast?” he said as he leaned down, picking up the toast, sniffing it before making a slight gag motion, dropping it back down. That smug expression crossed over his face again as dark clouds started to blot out the sun behind him casting everything in a dark gray. “Nothing good huh? Well what do you expect when your oldest girl is a surly little tart who cares more about proving she is something she is not.. And your youngest girl needs to wear a helmet to ensure she doesn’t hurt herself. A very special family, if you do not mind me saying.”

DJ picked up one of the flowers Melanie left at the grave, a white rose, twirling it around in his hand as his eyes focused on it for a moment, a sneer coming to his face. The purity of the flower bothered DJ for it was placed on the grave by an impure hand. He could not blame the dead for that.. Her mother was in a sacred place and appeared to have received her last rights. She was outside of his judgment.

“You know.. We do have to apologize for what we are going to have to do to your two daughters in the next week or two. Perhaps some people will say what we have done will be listed among the.. Indecent things. Perhaps the unenlightened will say that we are a monster.. Or that we are psychotic. But they can’t understand these things.. And the only person we think we might need to apologize to would be you..” DJ said as he set down the flower right where it was before. He reached into his pocket and produced what appeared to be a yellow lily, lifting it to his nose where he took a whiff of it, smirking again. “After all they are of your flesh and blood. They are your spawn upon this world and they are your reflection upon this world even unto your passing. Your progeny and what shall be a monument to your hard work.”

He set the flower down on the grave next to Melanie’s fat droplets of water started to fall from the sky, hitting the ground here and there. DJ took the moment to look up at the sky which was quickly darkening with the oncoming summer storm.

“Lord, make me an instrument of Your War, Where there is love, let me sow Hate. Where there is pardon, Injury. Where there is faith, Doubt. Where there is hope, Despair. Where there is light, Darkness. Where there is joy, Sadness.” DJ said as he lifted his arms up at his sides as the rain started to come down harder, darkening his cloths where the rain drops fell. A far distance thunder clap marked the full intensity of the in coming storm as DJ continued. “O Divine Master, grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled, as to ruin. To be understood as to understand, to be hated as to hate. For it is in giving that we receive, it is in harming that we are freed and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life. Amen.”

DJ smiled up at the sky as the storm rained down upon him and the flowers and graves around him. Taking it as a divine sign, DJ looked back down at the grave, water running off his hat in a shower that covered his face. He fell down to his knees, letting one hand reach out to touch the surface of the tombstone, shaking his head.

“You may not understand at this time and perhaps you shall not forgive me.. But we can still feel the warmth on the stone from your precious daughters. You may not understand us now but in time you shall come to forgive us when you see the sin that your two daughters have brought to this world. And that I am the Lord’s justice in this place.”

His hand traveled to the roses, touching the soft velvet peddles that were becoming quickly filled with clear fresh rain water.

“It’s a funny world we live in Miss.. Is it Miss or Misses? Well it doesn’t really matter, Ma Benson. It’s like we were saying, the world’s a funny place. Here we are at the grave of one of the worst human beings we’ve ever met in our lives.. And its raining. Its like something’s telling me we shouldn’t be here but then we’ve never been terribly good at listening to others.”

DJ stood up quickly waving his arms around the graveyard he was in, jumping onto a small stone pathway with his eyes closed. Caught up in the moment DJ started to slowly tap dance on the slick wet stones splashing water around, a bright flash of lightning in the distance highlighting his half-mad expression. He paused, mid step to muse aloud to the grave.

“At Showdown Tobias Devereux wants to prove to the world that he is Worthy to be the leader of SVO.. And he wants to prove he can hang with the best in the wrestling business. Good for him.. But we will see him later.. He will be crying.. What will he be crying about? Will he realize how fruitless it all is? Will he realize that it is going to be no hope? That the doors are closing on him and he is about to hit the glass ceiling? Oh please tell us.. We are dying to know..”

He jumped again, landing on another slick wet stone on the path way, pulling his hat off as he looked up into the sky as rain full down across his face. It felt good to feel the water on his face, particularly as his mind was slowly unraveling in his obsession.

“You know.. We had considered doing something to your head stone to draw Benson out.. Unhinge her. Perhaps not the most tasteful act but when hunting a witch you can’t be kind or thoughtful to others.. Your dead already so we doubt you would mind much. But to Benson.. Its all she has left. It’s the place she can go to in order to speak to you.. A sort of bastion for her. The desire to desecrate you was.. Incredibly high.. But we resisted.. We resisted because its going to be so much better when she comes back here to report to you that they both failed.. And to tell you what we did to her little sister..”

He paused for a moment, lifting a hand to his ear toward the grave as if he was listening to a far off comment. He paused for a moment with a confused look on his face before shaking his head, smirking again.

“Shhh-shh.. No. We wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise! Waiting is half the fun.. Hopefully it doesn’t take till next Birthday for her to report what we did though.. Oh its going to be so much fun. Fun! We’re going to have a hell of a time and afterward you shall see what exists in the world as far as innocence goes.. And we’re going to make Benson pay. And in doing so we are going to make DVD pay.. Because DVD is the reason this is happening to her.. We hope she understands that. She choose to embrace DVD.. And in so she invited this insanity. Don’t blame us.. This is just what we do. Do you blame a shark for eating fish? Do you blame a hurricane for ruining houses? No.. so you can’t blame us.. We’re just.. One of those things..”

DJ began dancing again, tapping his shoes off the stone pathway causing water to splatter up. His maniac dance continued as he tossed his hat off into the grave yard, letting his hands swing out at his sides open to catch the rain as it came down.

“Expectations! Expectations! Little Melanie Benson doesn't know what its like to be afraid yet.. Her little doggie is just a vanity object.. it’s the Sister that matters. Xtreme Fusion just didn’t realize it yet.. Sure, Mom, Melanie may think her little dog is a family member and she might think she cares for it that much.. But when push comes to shove its just a little rat thing that will be dead in a few years from old age. And that’s a lesson we suppose she is going to have to learn.. Everything dies. Even Super Heroes.. Even Heroes. We’ll be the Doomsday to her Superman. The Red Skull to her Captain America.. Ha-HA-Heh-Heh! WeeeEEEEee!”

He jumped up and kicked his heels together, landing in a splash as the rain poured down on him, thunder rumbling over head as he stared up at it, spinning around in a circle. By now his cloths were soaked deeply however he seemed not to care at all, enjoying the wrath of the storm as it pounded down on him.

“On Earth, as in Heaven, God’s wrath is unavoidable. They say he is a forgiving God.. But he isn’t. He is a selfish God. A greedy God. A Vengeful God.. And.. Moooooom.. Your daughter is a target of his new Inquisition. May God have Mercy on her Soul.. For the Future of Wrestling shall not! The FUTURE OF WRESTLING shall NOT! AAAAAAAAAAAAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!”

Grinning madly DJ stopped, cocking his head at the grave of Melanie’s mother’s grave, breathing heavy as the water ran down his face, sharp white teeth glistening behind thin lips that were peeled back into a sinister sneer. Suddenly DJ turned as he heard something out of place in the rain and the thunder. His expression suddenly drops into absolute surprise as the color drains from it making him go pale.

“..Imagine That..”
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