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Slit Me.; Beautiful Shame Take A Ride
Topic Started: Dec 3 2010, 04:26 PM (39 Views)
Ethan Rider
The Dark Rise
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06/01/2010
Oakland, California
Amy Rider's home
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t had been three weeks since Amy Rider, elder sister of Ethan, had made contact with the elusive Flick Kendall, after an important report for the paper she worked for had gone array, leading her of course, and straight to the woman that had made such incredible promises.

"You said you knew my father?"

Now, Flick was sitting in her study, her perfect hour glass figure perched upon the desk as Amy stands, leant on the door with her arms folded, appearing half-nonchalant, despite both worry and excitement imminent in her eyes as she awaits the answer. Ever since she had first spoken with Miss Kendall, deep in the woods of Oakland, a strand of moss tickling her shoulder as the rain slashed across the canopy of leaves, its demonic force causing a cruel rattle. Ever since that day, Amy had been scared - scared of the truth.

"Not personally, buddy, but he was a friend of a friend."

Flick had told her that she knew her father, and his true identity, and now she was about to reveal that - although in Amy's opinion, she seemed a bit too insistent on getting through the niceties fully before delivering her life-changing statement.

Flick tosses her head, letting her perfect blonde hair cascade in a waterfall of Loreal scented flecks, her azule blue eyes, always sparkling, glisten perhaps more so in the dim light of the study. She grins, almost evilly, displaying a radiant white beam, in extreme contrast to the blood red dress that falls perfectly around her body. Its a sad fortune that Amy recognizes her from nowhere - has no idea that the clip attached to her right ear is pumping through the husky voice of Dimitri.

"She trusts you, right?" Comes Dimitri's voice, crackling low into Flicks ear, just out of range of Amys hearing. Flick clicks her tongue, the arranged signal for 'yes,' and Dimitri clicks his approval.

"So who is he? What did he do? How did he die? Who killed him?" Amy's voice replies, sharp, high and insistent, desperate and begging for details. Flick laughs it off, waving her hand, a casual air befitting of a princess.

"Calm yourself, Amy, you're stressed." Flick smiles, calming Amy for a moment, "You're father is called John Wilkes Booth."

Amy raises her eyebrows as her golden eyes widen, wondering where she's heard the name before.

"Who is he? Why have I heard his name before?"

Flick smiles, swishing her hair behind her as she pulls the door open to leave.

"Google him."

12/03/2010
Las Vegas, Nevada


Its a strange feeling - having a result count where my losses don't completely out-streak my victories. Its, worryingly, only the second time in my entire career this has happened - The first being after my debut, which doesn't count, because it was one match... and it was against Crippler.
Nonetheless, it is a definite boost in my confidence, and it couldn't have come at a better time than now - The week I get booked in the main event against Roscoe Shame and Bobby Dean just happens to be the week that Cooper and myself are coming off a solid tag team victory...

Matt Anderson is even more wily than we give him credit for.

The two men he needs to pick off to secure the Companys future have been booked into a corner. Beautiful Shame have for weeks been dogged by both Grimnir, Anderson and his "Stormtroopers." They're going to be tired, dissatisfied, the mystery of Grimnirs identity still just that, and to top it all off, they're BOTH coming off big losses to Amos and Grimnir.

Now, with Paradine sorted by Anderson - handed an ultimatum that practically subdues him for the foreseeable future, he leaves myself and Colt, two men running with momentum and rising up the ranks - to crush the final droplets of revolt beautiful Shame may have against the Company... whilst he still has JVD and Nightmare waiting in the wings to help at the first signal.

Geez, if I happened to be a douchebag, I would be oiling up Anderson as much as JVD and Colt Cooper.

Its a cold night in Vegas, and the rain is beginning to spatter down from the overcast, moonlit skies as I slowly make my way back to my apartment, Colt Cooper a few steps to the side of me. He's slightly tipsy, and I'm just pleased he didn't meet any particularly sexy woman out on the town to scam him out of his money, and HIV-free status.

He, like me, is optimistic about this match as I've ever seen him - and Colt's generally optomistic about even the toughest challenge. Being the International champion, he has reason to be. The frost snaps under my feet as I continue to walk, bundled up in a thick box jacket and jeans. Cooper too, is dressed up, his long hair damp from the dew floating in the winter air.
We reach the door, and my icy hands fumble the keys into the lock, swinging the door open.

I relinquish my hold on the keys, a gasp emanating from my chest as the door lights my view into the apartment. Colt raises his eyebrows, his eyes widening as they often do when he sees an attractive woman, this time in the form of my sister.

Amy Rider was stood in the centre of the room, her sobs wrenching her body around, her jet-back hair a tangled mess - her "Viva La Revolution" T-Shirt ripped and stained with tears and trickles of demonic red blood. Her eyes fill with tears, brimming over as she sees me, and I rush towards her, catching sight of her wrists, a cruel message carved into them with a knife.

Slit Me.

"Holy shit," comes the voice of Colt, his startled tones shocking me into action. I hold my arms out to Amy, but she surges towards me, pounding her hands on my chest with a venomous rage, seemingly directed at me.

"Amy?! Whats wrong? What the fuck happened?!" i try to keep my voice calm, but to no avail, and it breaks on the last word. She slumps, falling limp into my arms, and I carry her to the couch, laying her down.

"H-he-he..." Amy can't get the words out, and a single, final tear falls from her eyes. She speaks in a hushed whisper, as if somebody other than myself and Colt are listening.

"He's a fucking murderer, Ethan. Dad killed John F Kennedy."

Colt Cooper turned and fled.
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