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Act IV: Not Just Another Distorted Dreamer...; Nero -VS- Samuel Amos/Grimfamos RP
Topic Started: Feb 20 2011, 03:31 AM (241 Views)
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Act IV: Not Just Another Distorted Dreamer...
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It was the same dream every night over the past week. It started out lovely, but I awoke in a puddle of my own sweat.

I was not a fan. I hate feeling like this. My heart has been broken. My trust has been betrayed. My love has been rejected.

This is my story.

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The band played our favorite tune. It was something of a classical nature, but done with a nice big-band feel. The lights were elegantly drawn to showcase our best features. Everyone was smiling. It was a phenomenal evening. There were many tables off to one side of the ballroom. The main course was a feast like none other. And as we stood face to face, his soft baby blue eyes staring into my own multi-colored retinas, I knew there was something special about him.

I leaned in close, and my face was nestled in his neck. I took his hand and he took mine. His masculine touch that still held some sort of softness. His bright blonde hair flowed lightly over his ears, and his laugh danced through the air.

I pulled back as he whispered into my ear how much he loved tonight. How it was going to be the best night of my life. How he would make me feel like it was my last night on Earth. I smiled widely, and he returned the favor. We pulled in close to each other, his beautiful scent lingering at my nostrils just long enough to make me want more of his intoxicating aroma.

I placed one arm at his back, and everyone's eyes were on us. We were the main event. We were the center of attention. Of not only our own universe, but theirs as well. Waltzing from left to right, we moved as one, dancing the night away. Before long we had made it out onto our favorite terrace. The night sky as our backdrop, the stars as our spotlight. I smiled as I leaned in, the music slowing and offering us a much more intimate pace. Pulling me tighter, I felt a warmth on my neck as he nibbled just slightly. I couldn't believe how wonderful tonight was. How did I deserve all of this? He was making me feel like the luckiest man on Earth.

I leaned in and we met lips. A kiss so passionate it was as if fireworks had gone off. I felt warmth all over, but suddenly, my eyes jerked open and I looked into his. Where there once was love, something more vicious and vile lurked. I felt a stabbing pain in my abdomen, and my hands instinctively let go. Our lips parted and I stumbled back. I looked down and felt my essence leaving my body. The color crimson painted both my hands and my once white shirt was stained with my life force. I looked back up and saw him standing there with a golden dagger tightly grasped in his hand. My world was crumbling down...

I fell to the ground, my back leaning against the stone railing. He came closer as I clutched at my stomach. How could he? Why would he? I tried to speak, but he placed a finger and softly whispered for me not to speak. He reached out and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in, resting his chin at the base of my neck. I felt calm and serene, but not for long. Once more he lunged the flesh-piercing blade deeper into my abdomen. My mouth widened and the pain soared through my body. I fell over partially to one side, as he helped me to the ground. I looked up and my blood stained hand reached up to his beautiful face.

I tried to ask why once more, but he interrupted me. He placed his free hand over my mouth and held it there tightly. He looked at me coldly as the music played softly in the back ground.

"You took from me my beauty."

A tear slowly fell from my cheek. He leaned down and whispered into my ear...

"If you ever thought I loved you, then you really are a pathetic loser..."

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He stole from me my trust. He stole from me my heart. He stole from me my peace of mind. In this twisted world I've been living in, I've realized my many mistakes. I wandered from my path. I took my eyes off of what was really important and I've suffered these past two weeks.

Maybe it was infatuation or lust. I've become a retched excuse for a human being since our first encounter. Perhaps even a distorted dreamer. But all of this has changed now. He's opened my eyes, and I now know what must be done.

I must end him, before he ends me.

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It seems you've had plenty of things to say about me haven't you Grimfamos?

You called me out for being a sick, sadistic, borderline homoerotic bastard. I am all of these things. Your accuracy is astounding. Did you get all of that from one promo or did you have sit down and watch two? What you seem to forget is that while you may be an extended version of an already hostile personality, I am someone who enjoys tormenting others. I may have been wrong in suggesting that I would snap Roscoe's neck, but I can assure you, my heart is no longer a deterrent.

I applaud your efforts at attempting to get inside my head. How you suggested I would quit. Put a gun against my head, pull the trigger then I'm dead. But I'm afraid that is not the case. I'm much too narcissistic to merely go out that easy. I'd prefer to put on more of a show. Leave them all wondering, if you know what I mean.

But you, you sir are not an open book. Yet you insult me for being a fan of the dramatics. For bringing a little darkness and occult back to the forefront of the sVo. I should tell you, I'm not a vampire. I don't drink the blood of virgins nor do I bite the necks of those who are in charge, temporarily or other wise.

You've threatened to break my heart and break my soul. I've got news for you, my heart was ripped out last week, and I've been a battered and lost soul for my entire life. I've wandered this Earth searching for some kind of fix, physical or mental. You're nothing new Grimfamos. No matter what persona you bring to the ring, I will not bow. I will not break to your insults. To your threats of violence. I find them thrilling and to be honest, the touch of another man turns me on. Your virility and your strength and your confidence is quite charming.

But what you fail to realize is that while you may be the number one contender, you're nothing in my books. You may have come close to defeating Jay Wildman at Destiny, but in the end--you failed. You failed to do what you had promised, and for that I can not believe your hype. I will not believe your hype.

This week we come face to, well, I'm not quite certain. We'll either be face to face or face to mask, and I want you to look into my eyes and I want you to peer into my soul. You won't find a lick of mercy, only apathy. I will have no problem taking away your chances at facing Wildman again. You can try all you'd like, but in the end, I am far more twisted, far more malicious, far more masochistic than you...

By the power of Poseidon and the will of Zeus himself, I, Nero, will prove to the world that Samuel Amos and Grimfamos are nothing more than pretenders to the throne. False prophets attempting to lead a revolt against a lackluster leadership.

But there is one more thing...

If you'd be willing to offer me a vile of your blood, I'll gladly wear it around my neck as to always carry you with me. Forever and for always my dear Famous Amos.

For I am Nero, and in my world... everything burns.


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OOC Note: Very well played Mr. Amos. I hope I lived up to any of the expectations you've had going into this match, and I just wanted to say, I enjoyed facing off against you. You put up a pretty good RP and I find your storyline quite compelling (dual personalities are one of my fav's). Good luck my friend, hopefully we shall meet again.

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Edited by Bond, Feb 20 2011, 03:32 AM.
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