Post by Syn on Oct 10, 2012 22:39:11 GMT -5
(Syn is seen sitting inside of a padded cell, his body bound in a straightjacket as he looks down at the ground)
Am I an evil individual?
(Syn looks up at the camera blankly)
I admit to being a rather odd and somewhat enigmatic person, but am I evil? This is a question that has been asked of me for quite some time now, since the world first was first introduced to me all those months ago; And a question I have found myself asking more often than not in the last several weeks. I’ve never actually denied being evil, simply because it seems to be the foolish thing to do once you’ve seen all that I have done over the last year and a half. I’ve hung people for little to no logical reason, ended as many as a half a dozen careers on an impulsive whim, kidnapped various people for the simplest and most odd reasons, and betrayed those whom considered themselves to be “Friends” of mine. By all accounts, that would classify me as being someone who is indeed evil to his very core, would it not.
But that isn’t the case with me.
For some strange reason, my descent into madness wasn’t been a clear cut one. I do horrible things. Horrible, diabolical, unspeakable things, all with the greatest of ease and a charming smile in place as I take in the look of horror my adversary wears. And yet every now and then, I find myself doing something that people would consider to be “Good.” I’ve taken a small teenaged orphan from the streets of New York and taken him under my wing. I’ve drawn together a band of misfits, outcasts and marauders and given them a “Family” of sorts that they can depend on, and a goal as not only individuals, but as a collective unit that they strive for. A goal that they can all believe in, as foolish as it may sound.
(Syn paused, before shaking his head slightly)
Perhaps I’m getting a bit off topic here, forgive me for that.
Now, I would never say that I am not a monster because I am one. I’ve seen and done far too much damage to those around me not to be. But, as hard as the idea is to conceive to some, I am merely a monster of circumstance, born of the negative emotions, thoughts, and actions that have all been repressed by a sad, broken individual that no longer knows who he is anymore. Know this: I don’t regret all that I have done. It would solve nothing and would benefit no one if I did. But I take no pride in it either. No honor, no twisted, contorted sense of self satisfaction. I simply take action and move forward in my goal. I laugh at all that I do not out of some sick enjoyment or a brief laps of insanity. No, no.
I laugh because I have no more tears left in me to cry.
(Syn paused for a few moments in sadness at what he has become, before his trademark smile returned to his face as he stared at the camera)
But enough about my identity crisis at the moment, and let us focus on my future. In several days time, I will compete against arguably the most daunting match of my career thus far. Now, while I am not in any way, shape, or form short of confidence in myself, I’m not a fool enough to be ill prepared to do this. So I think that for the time being, I’ll leave you all as I take the time to redy myself for this most challenging of matches.
Until we next meet, I bid you Adieu.
(Syn began cackling madly as he fell backwards onto the padded wall and begins sliding down. His laughter grows more manic and depraved as the camera slowly faded to black. A few moments later, a quote appeared on the screen as his laughter slowly faded into nothing.)
"...a psychic scream from the Warlocks echoed through the minds of the audience. It shifted and writhed like the patterns on the dancers' suits, gradually coalescing into a chilling, gibbering laugh of madness, corruption and depravity. But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
- ImperatorDominatus
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The scene opened back up inside of the Traverse City State Hospital, also known as the Northern Michigan Asylum, where the two individuals in room 303 were still locked in a silent stare down, neither one moving or saying a word as the tension slowly escalated. Syn fought down the very violent thoughts that were swirling around inside of his head as he stared at the woman he at one point and time called his mother. Standing across from her, it was a bitter reminder of many things he had tried to ignore, none more so apparent then the frightening resemblance between the two. Her facial features, her hair, her eyes, all parts of her that he had inherited. That he had grown to loath, despise, and keep hidden over the years. They had become constant reminders of the bond he shared with someone who he hated with everything he was.
Maria: You look well Michael, or do you prefer to go by Syn now?
Syn didn’t say anything. He just continued to glare hatefully at the woman in front of him. Maria, not at all fazed by her son’s silence, continues to speak.
Maria: It doesn’t matter, but as I said you look very well. You look a little pale, though. You should get out in the sun more…
Maria tilted her head slightly as she continued to smile at Syn.
Maria: But then again, I’m not exactly one to talk at the moment now, am I?
Maria giggled at her own joke slightly, causing Syn to tighten his jaw as he stared at her. She hadn’t changed very much from when he was a teenager, and it frightened him. She was still very much the one person whom he would say he held some semblance of fear of. Maria calmed down slightly before she gave Syn a malevolent smile.
Maria: So, what pleasure do I owe the visit from my eldest son, hmm? Surely it can’t be something as trivial as just a visit. It simply isn’t your style to do something like that.
Syn said nothing, so Maria continued.
Maria: No, no. That would imply that you hold something for me other than hatred.
Maria paused as she gave Syn a small, hollow smile.
Maria: But you’ve made it perfectly clear, in your mannerisms and speech, that I would be a fool to believe in something so farfetched. So, enlighten me Michael: why is it that you chose to visit me?
Syn said nothing for a few moments, before he gave Maria a grim smile.
Syn: I came to see if what that pitiful excuse of a human being who calls himself my father was right. And to my delight, he was.
Maria tilted her head as Syn continued, taking a step forward.
Syn: Ironic, isn’t it Mother? The very area where you have thrived on for your entire life, where you established yourself and abused to the fullest extend with “Patients” as well as your own family, has condemned you to the place where you have condemned many of the people whom you swore you would try to help.
Syn then gave her a mocking smile as she frowned lightly at him.
Syn: I merely wished to see with my own eyes what has become of you. And now that I have, I can take some enjoyment in the fact that you will remain here for the foreseeable future.
Maria looked at him curiously for a few moments before she herself gave a smile eerily similar to his own, causing him to frown.
Maria: Ah, so you came to see me in a miserable state? To see me at the absolute lowest that I could possibly be, correct?
Syn blinked, before he slowly nodded, wondering where she was going with this. Suddenly, she started laughing. The very sound of it put Syn on edge. Much like her smile, it had nothing behind it. It was so cold, so lifeless, and empty. Maria calmed down her laughter as she looked at Syn in thinly veiled amusement.
Maria: (Laughing lightly) Oh, come now Michael. I know you are far more intelligent than this. Do you honestly think, with all of the credentials that I have, as intelligent as I am that I will be in here for a long period of time?
Syn’s lips pursed as he frowned at her arrogance, but internally he knew she was right. She accomplished far too much as a Forensic Psychiatrist for her to stay here for long. And even if she were to be here for an extended period of time, she knew how to manipulate people and events around her to be granted an early release. As much as it sickened him to give her credit and admit as much, she was where he got his brilliance from. She was a genius; an evil, cruel, cold-blooded genius. He continues sneering for a few moments, before he turns away from her.
Syn:…No. I know better than that.
Maria smiled brightly, yet much like everything else that involved showing emotion it lacked any real feelings behind it.
Maria: As well you should. I’m far too brilliant to just rot in here without anything to occupy my time.
Syn sneered in disgust
Syn: Your arrogance is laughable, considering all that has happened to you right my brother and I left, Mother Dearest.
For the first time since Syn had came there, there was a flicker of emotion that went through Maria’s eyes, before she frowned severely at him.
Maria: I take it Charles told you more than just where to find me, as well as why I’m here.
Syn smiled evilly at her.
Syn: He has.
Maria scowled at him lightly as he continues.
Syn: You’re expecting me to mock and ridicule you, are you not? (Maria slowly nods) No. I think that is one piece of information that will be kept for a later date and time….if I ever decide to see you again. It’s highly unlikely, but stranger things have been known to happen.
Syn turned on his heel and looked to walk out of the room, not seeing the evil smile that had worked its way onto Maria’s face. Right before his hand was able to touch the doorknob, she called out to him.
Maria: So, who is this woman who has captured the heart of my youngest son, hmm?
Syn froze, before he slowly turned and looked at Maria, who was still giving that hollow, empty smile. Mother and son stared down one another for a few more moments with neither one backing down, before Syn finally spoke.
Syn: How….how did you know of that?
Syn was stunned, and there was no use in hiding it from her. Kai and Mya’s relationship had “Started” after their mother had been committed here. There was no television in the room, and no one had come to visit her in months, so there was no possible way she should have knowledge of Kai’s romance with Mya. And yet she did. Somehow, some way, this evil, conniving creature that’s stood before him had knowledge of events that she shouldn’t even be aware of, much less know this intimately. Maria tilted her head as she smirked slightly at her oldest son.
Maria: You’ll find that I always keep tabs on my two darling children, Michael. That also well as the people who they associate with, I’m afraid.
Syn’s fists clench and unclench as he fought to remain calm. Maria, either ignoring or not noticing her son’s inner battle with himself, continued speaking.
Maria: I must admit though, I never would have imagined that Kai would be attracted to someone who was assaulted so thoroughly and maliciously in front of a live viewing audience as she was. But then again, perhaps I’m judging far too quickly. After all, I don’t know the young woman personally, and I only have second hand notions and opinions to go by.
Syn twitched slightly as Maria’s smile became pure evil.
Maria: I guess I would have to meet her in person to see the answer for myself then, won’t I?
Syn growled slightly at Maria. He didn’t doubt that she could get out of this facility at any given time if she pleased, but she would go near anyone connected to he or his Disciples over his dead body.
Syn: If you come near her or anyone else who is under my tutelage, and I will do far worse than just give you a small little forget-me-not that I gave Charles.
If Maria was intimidated by Syn’s threat, she didn’t show it as she frowned in disapproval at him.
Maria: Now that’s very rude of you Michael. While you may no longer consider him to be such, Charles is still your father.
Syn sneered in disgust at Maria’s statement. If he didn’t know her as well as he did, he would have assumed that she was attempting to be “motherly” to him.
Syn: The day that I ever call that spineless, cowardly, wretch of a human being my father is the day I pray for a quick and sudden death. NEITHER of you have the right to call yourselves parents, but at least you had the decency to not lie to me as you slowly poisoned me mentally.
Maria laughed slightly at Syn’s claim, causing him to hiss in anger.
Syn: (Trying to contain his anger) So, you still find what you did to my brother and I amusing?
Maria’s laughter continued for a few moments, before she finally calmed down enough to speak.
Maria: No. What I find amusing as that for all of your posturing and self-righteousness, all of your intelligence, you’re still too naïve to realize the fact that you’ve actually managed to sink to a level of depravity that almost matches my own. The cold irony of that is simply too humorous to ignore.
Syn blinked, before scowling at her.
Syn: What do you mean?
Maria: Don’t try to feign ignorance Michael; you’re much too smart for it to work accordingly. I’ve only been in here one month, not 18. I KNOW what you’ve done since you’ve let your inner demons consume you and became this caricature that you are now. And quite frankly, it’s amusing to hear you spew so much about how evil a woman I am, when truth be told you’ve become just as much of a “Monster” as I am.
Syn growled at her. How dare she even contemplate the notion that he was like her. The thought was simply ridiculous.
Syn: You LIE.
Maria giggled at his anger.
Maria: Do I, Michael? Look back at everything you have done since you’ve become what you are now. Take a long, hard look at every action that you’ve taken, every person who has interacted with you, and how what you have done has affected the lives of all that you come into contact with.
Syn’s anger visibly rose after she finished speaking. She was just playing with his mind, nothing more. He admits to becoming a monster over the years, but he could never do what she has done to people, especially to her own children. As Syn thought this, his mind began replaying every single thing he had done over the course of the last 3 years. He stayed silent as Maria continued to speak, leaning in a bit closer to Syn as she
Maria: How does it feel Michael, to know that as much as you loathe and despise me for what I have done to you, you are no better than your dear old mother?
Syn’s eyes widened in rage as he finally snapped. He glided over to Maria and wrapped a hand around her throat, before he pushed her back against the wall. Maria gasped as she felt herself being slowly lifted off of the ground, with Syn’s grip tightening by the second. Syn’s eyes bored right into hers as he leaned in close, his face a mask of anger and extreme loathing.
Syn: (Hissing) I will NEVER be like you.
Maria went to say something, but it came out as a gasp for air as Syn’s hand continued to constrict around her throat, determined to squeeze the life out of her. Syn gave her a vindictive smile as she struggled to breathe.
Syn: (Mockingly) Oh, what’s wrong mother? Are you in pain, hmm? You didn’t seem to be in pain when you threatened those under my guidance a few moments ago, did you?
Syn paused, and then looked thoughtful for a few moments as he held Maria in place.
Syn: Hmm, now correct me if I’m wrong Mother, but this scene seems to be familiar to me. Is it to you? Do you feel the overwhelming sense of Déjà vu at this very moment?
He then sneered slightly as he looked right into her eyes.
Syn: Oh yes. Now I remember why this seems so familiar. This is the exact same way we parted the last time that we were face to face, when you nearly caused my Younger Brother to commit suicide. Do you remember it, Mother? Do you remember the feel of my hand crushing your throat as you gasped for every breath your body could managed to obtain, while I held that switchblade to your mouth?
She tried to say something, but was cut off by Syn’s hand squeezing slightly, causing her to let out a choking sound. Syn’s sneer had dropped, and he now was giving her a look of utter hatred.
Syn: (Through clenched teeth) Because I remember that day. Oh, I remember that day VERY well. I have to relive that very day every waking moment, every time I close my eyes and every time that I have to look at that scar that resides on my brother’s throat. I’m forced to remember finding Alex lying out on the floor of his bedroom, his eyes glossed over and his throat slashed. I remember the blood on the walls, all over him, all over as he lay there dying.
Syn’s voice nearly broke as he continued.
Syn: I nearly lost the one person that I cared for in this world, all because of YOU. All because you wanted to see how far the human psyche could be pushed, bent, and twisted until if finally broke.
Syn leaned in close, enjoying the fact that he has his mother at his complete mercy at the moment, before he spoke.
Syn: Do you remember what it is that I promised you the last time you and I spoke? About how one day, I would make you regret everything that has happened to me at your hands, and how I would force you to watch as I became the monster that you wished to make me all along.
As Syn was speaking, he straightened out his left hand, causing a large switchblade to fall out of the sleeve and fell into his hand. He then placed the blade underneath her throat as he continued.
Syn: I’ve allowed you to see what I have become due to your interference. And now, I’ll Aleve you of your wrenched existence.
Syn pressed the blade deeper against Maria’s throat, and a sound escaped her lips that caused him to pause and look at her. It wasn’t the sound of someone in pain, or even someone who was in fear for their life. It was laughter. Manic, maddening, almost psychotic laughter. Syn continues to stare at Maria as she laughed; all of his feelings of anger now ebbing away into something he could have never imagined feeling for anyone, let alone the woman who made his life as a child a living hell: Pity. She hid her insanity well under a hollow mask, but she wasn’t the woman he had feared at one point in time. She was now just as broken as he himself was. She continued laughing as Syn withdrew the knife from her throat slowly.
Maria: (Still laughing) You….you won’t kill me! You said it yourself. You will never take a life, no matter how much they deserve it!
Syn continued to stare at Maria for a few moments longer, before he removed his hand from her throat and let her drop to the ground as she continued to laugh.
Syn: You’re right. I cannot kill you…Not yet.
Syn turned and walked away from Maria and walked towards the door, but paused, before he looked over his shoulder at her. He sneers slightly, before he opens the door and walked out of the door, leaving his mother to her descent into deeper madness as the scene fades to black
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Syn: Ladies and gentlemen, I humbly welcome you to The Carnival of Lost Souls. Please, allow the madness to surround you and lock away all of your troubles for the moment as we perform. The things that will be seen and done here are beyond the comprehension of those whom consider themselves to be of a “Sane, Fully Functional Mind”, so please bare with me if you become lost.
The beginning of The End is drawing near, Ladies and Gentlemen. In less than two weeks time at Anarchy, 4 men do battle for the honor, the privilege, the right to be called Champion. And it’s inside of a battleground that, while I am unsure my opponents have entered or not, I have made my home in. That I have conquered, and even managed to win and retain a World Title in. Hell in a Cell.
A loud bang is heard as a large poster unravels behind Syn, and the poster reveals the very large, very ominous structure that is known as Hell in a Cell.
Syn: Now, of all of the match types that I have competed in over the course of my very short career, I must admit that this match is near and dear to my heart. This, of course doesn’t bode well for any of my opponents. The only thing standing between them and the glory they all so truly craves, is a 20 foot tall monstrosity, and the demon that calls it home. You see, the Cell is one of the most violent, most horrific matches ever conceived by the human mind. And it’s also a paradise for someone of my particular mindset: I get the opportunity to inflict an unearthly amount of pain to someone, with very limited restrictions, inside of a structure tailor made for destruction. It is almost the perfect scenario for me.
Onto my first opponent in this match, The man who will go into this match as The Reigning and Defending World Heavyweight Champion, and holds the record for the longest reign in this company’s history. Michael Morrison: The man who lives, breathes, and defines the words “True Greatness.”
Syn then points behind him with the cane as a poster of Michael Morrison unravels itself behind him.
Out of the three of my opponents tonight, I don’t really have any type of grudge or problem with you. Well, if I do, it most certainly isn’t a large one. In fact, it seems that the both of us have our own issues to sort out with both members of The Elite. You, with your long and bitter rivalry with Sick Boy…or Curtis Wilkes, whichever name he prefers using. And me myself with whatever issues our dear friend “Syn” may have with me. But rest assured, while I may view you as being the better of all four of my opponents, if you stand before me, I will make sure that the very spot that you reside will be the place where I end your title reign.
Now, onto Curtis Wilkes: The Wrestler Formally known as Sickboy. Much like my other two opponents, you are a former World Heavyweight Champion. Much like my other two opponents, you are without a shadow of a doubt one of the toughest men to have ever set foot into a Premium Championship Wrestling Ring. But, unfortunately….you also have stalled as of late. What with your getting a beating from Morrison in a very HORRIFIC fashion –Very impressive, by the way Morrison- as well as your upsetting loss to my dear little brother and his little tag team partner. What can you do to salvage the very little buzz that you seem to have left? Beating up poor, unsuspecting wrestlers who stand no chance of beating you can only keep you afloat for so long before you fade into the background. Not to mention the fact that your partner and fellow member of The Elite seems to enjoy playing dress up far more than he does helping you now, doesn’t he?
Now, my last opponent is someone who, as of late, has seemed to gain a bit of a fixation for me. He goes by many names, and there is a chance you would be right if you were to call him by the name you are thinking of at this very moment. But for now, I think we shall call him Yoshiru Long. Now, over the course of the last month and a half, Yoshiru has done something that…well, that none of my opponents have attempted, and that I’ll admit had even managed to catch me off guard the first time around: You, in some sort of inspired attempt at getting into my mind, decided to parody me. You took my looks, my mannerisms, and everything that makes me who and what I am, and tried to make them into an almost comical mockery. I actually applaud you for your effort. It was very entertaining to watch. And yet it was also a definite failure as well. You see, while many people assume that I am a product of your past alias as Bloody, I assure you that we are not one in the same. You see, there is a certain charm and aura that I weave into my being. It allows me to be the charmingly sinister individual that you see before you today. But I do have one question that I wish to ask you.
Did you enjoy it?
Did you enjoy the little time you had to mock and ridicule me with your foolish little attempt to play games with my mind? I sincerely hope that you did. Because come Anarchy my friend, your little charade comes to a grim, “Bloody” end.
At Anarchy, four men, four souls forever tainted by darkness, well step inside of this very structure that I stand upon to do battle. Blood will flow, and the most violent thoughts that either one can conceive will be acted upon. I won’t be so foolish to say that I will win outright, because I know my opponent fully intends on taking me to hell in the most painful ways imaginable. But know this: If I go to hell, I aim to take every single person I can with me.
Welcome to The Age of Armageddon, Gentlemen: Let The Madness Begin!
Am I an evil individual?
(Syn looks up at the camera blankly)
I admit to being a rather odd and somewhat enigmatic person, but am I evil? This is a question that has been asked of me for quite some time now, since the world first was first introduced to me all those months ago; And a question I have found myself asking more often than not in the last several weeks. I’ve never actually denied being evil, simply because it seems to be the foolish thing to do once you’ve seen all that I have done over the last year and a half. I’ve hung people for little to no logical reason, ended as many as a half a dozen careers on an impulsive whim, kidnapped various people for the simplest and most odd reasons, and betrayed those whom considered themselves to be “Friends” of mine. By all accounts, that would classify me as being someone who is indeed evil to his very core, would it not.
But that isn’t the case with me.
For some strange reason, my descent into madness wasn’t been a clear cut one. I do horrible things. Horrible, diabolical, unspeakable things, all with the greatest of ease and a charming smile in place as I take in the look of horror my adversary wears. And yet every now and then, I find myself doing something that people would consider to be “Good.” I’ve taken a small teenaged orphan from the streets of New York and taken him under my wing. I’ve drawn together a band of misfits, outcasts and marauders and given them a “Family” of sorts that they can depend on, and a goal as not only individuals, but as a collective unit that they strive for. A goal that they can all believe in, as foolish as it may sound.
(Syn paused, before shaking his head slightly)
Perhaps I’m getting a bit off topic here, forgive me for that.
Now, I would never say that I am not a monster because I am one. I’ve seen and done far too much damage to those around me not to be. But, as hard as the idea is to conceive to some, I am merely a monster of circumstance, born of the negative emotions, thoughts, and actions that have all been repressed by a sad, broken individual that no longer knows who he is anymore. Know this: I don’t regret all that I have done. It would solve nothing and would benefit no one if I did. But I take no pride in it either. No honor, no twisted, contorted sense of self satisfaction. I simply take action and move forward in my goal. I laugh at all that I do not out of some sick enjoyment or a brief laps of insanity. No, no.
I laugh because I have no more tears left in me to cry.
(Syn paused for a few moments in sadness at what he has become, before his trademark smile returned to his face as he stared at the camera)
But enough about my identity crisis at the moment, and let us focus on my future. In several days time, I will compete against arguably the most daunting match of my career thus far. Now, while I am not in any way, shape, or form short of confidence in myself, I’m not a fool enough to be ill prepared to do this. So I think that for the time being, I’ll leave you all as I take the time to redy myself for this most challenging of matches.
Until we next meet, I bid you Adieu.
(Syn began cackling madly as he fell backwards onto the padded wall and begins sliding down. His laughter grows more manic and depraved as the camera slowly faded to black. A few moments later, a quote appeared on the screen as his laughter slowly faded into nothing.)
"...a psychic scream from the Warlocks echoed through the minds of the audience. It shifted and writhed like the patterns on the dancers' suits, gradually coalescing into a chilling, gibbering laugh of madness, corruption and depravity. But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
- ImperatorDominatus
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The scene opened back up inside of the Traverse City State Hospital, also known as the Northern Michigan Asylum, where the two individuals in room 303 were still locked in a silent stare down, neither one moving or saying a word as the tension slowly escalated. Syn fought down the very violent thoughts that were swirling around inside of his head as he stared at the woman he at one point and time called his mother. Standing across from her, it was a bitter reminder of many things he had tried to ignore, none more so apparent then the frightening resemblance between the two. Her facial features, her hair, her eyes, all parts of her that he had inherited. That he had grown to loath, despise, and keep hidden over the years. They had become constant reminders of the bond he shared with someone who he hated with everything he was.
Maria: You look well Michael, or do you prefer to go by Syn now?
Syn didn’t say anything. He just continued to glare hatefully at the woman in front of him. Maria, not at all fazed by her son’s silence, continues to speak.
Maria: It doesn’t matter, but as I said you look very well. You look a little pale, though. You should get out in the sun more…
Maria tilted her head slightly as she continued to smile at Syn.
Maria: But then again, I’m not exactly one to talk at the moment now, am I?
Maria giggled at her own joke slightly, causing Syn to tighten his jaw as he stared at her. She hadn’t changed very much from when he was a teenager, and it frightened him. She was still very much the one person whom he would say he held some semblance of fear of. Maria calmed down slightly before she gave Syn a malevolent smile.
Maria: So, what pleasure do I owe the visit from my eldest son, hmm? Surely it can’t be something as trivial as just a visit. It simply isn’t your style to do something like that.
Syn said nothing, so Maria continued.
Maria: No, no. That would imply that you hold something for me other than hatred.
Maria paused as she gave Syn a small, hollow smile.
Maria: But you’ve made it perfectly clear, in your mannerisms and speech, that I would be a fool to believe in something so farfetched. So, enlighten me Michael: why is it that you chose to visit me?
Syn said nothing for a few moments, before he gave Maria a grim smile.
Syn: I came to see if what that pitiful excuse of a human being who calls himself my father was right. And to my delight, he was.
Maria tilted her head as Syn continued, taking a step forward.
Syn: Ironic, isn’t it Mother? The very area where you have thrived on for your entire life, where you established yourself and abused to the fullest extend with “Patients” as well as your own family, has condemned you to the place where you have condemned many of the people whom you swore you would try to help.
Syn then gave her a mocking smile as she frowned lightly at him.
Syn: I merely wished to see with my own eyes what has become of you. And now that I have, I can take some enjoyment in the fact that you will remain here for the foreseeable future.
Maria looked at him curiously for a few moments before she herself gave a smile eerily similar to his own, causing him to frown.
Maria: Ah, so you came to see me in a miserable state? To see me at the absolute lowest that I could possibly be, correct?
Syn blinked, before he slowly nodded, wondering where she was going with this. Suddenly, she started laughing. The very sound of it put Syn on edge. Much like her smile, it had nothing behind it. It was so cold, so lifeless, and empty. Maria calmed down her laughter as she looked at Syn in thinly veiled amusement.
Maria: (Laughing lightly) Oh, come now Michael. I know you are far more intelligent than this. Do you honestly think, with all of the credentials that I have, as intelligent as I am that I will be in here for a long period of time?
Syn’s lips pursed as he frowned at her arrogance, but internally he knew she was right. She accomplished far too much as a Forensic Psychiatrist for her to stay here for long. And even if she were to be here for an extended period of time, she knew how to manipulate people and events around her to be granted an early release. As much as it sickened him to give her credit and admit as much, she was where he got his brilliance from. She was a genius; an evil, cruel, cold-blooded genius. He continues sneering for a few moments, before he turns away from her.
Syn:…No. I know better than that.
Maria smiled brightly, yet much like everything else that involved showing emotion it lacked any real feelings behind it.
Maria: As well you should. I’m far too brilliant to just rot in here without anything to occupy my time.
Syn sneered in disgust
Syn: Your arrogance is laughable, considering all that has happened to you right my brother and I left, Mother Dearest.
For the first time since Syn had came there, there was a flicker of emotion that went through Maria’s eyes, before she frowned severely at him.
Maria: I take it Charles told you more than just where to find me, as well as why I’m here.
Syn smiled evilly at her.
Syn: He has.
Maria scowled at him lightly as he continues.
Syn: You’re expecting me to mock and ridicule you, are you not? (Maria slowly nods) No. I think that is one piece of information that will be kept for a later date and time….if I ever decide to see you again. It’s highly unlikely, but stranger things have been known to happen.
Syn turned on his heel and looked to walk out of the room, not seeing the evil smile that had worked its way onto Maria’s face. Right before his hand was able to touch the doorknob, she called out to him.
Maria: So, who is this woman who has captured the heart of my youngest son, hmm?
Syn froze, before he slowly turned and looked at Maria, who was still giving that hollow, empty smile. Mother and son stared down one another for a few more moments with neither one backing down, before Syn finally spoke.
Syn: How….how did you know of that?
Syn was stunned, and there was no use in hiding it from her. Kai and Mya’s relationship had “Started” after their mother had been committed here. There was no television in the room, and no one had come to visit her in months, so there was no possible way she should have knowledge of Kai’s romance with Mya. And yet she did. Somehow, some way, this evil, conniving creature that’s stood before him had knowledge of events that she shouldn’t even be aware of, much less know this intimately. Maria tilted her head as she smirked slightly at her oldest son.
Maria: You’ll find that I always keep tabs on my two darling children, Michael. That also well as the people who they associate with, I’m afraid.
Syn’s fists clench and unclench as he fought to remain calm. Maria, either ignoring or not noticing her son’s inner battle with himself, continued speaking.
Maria: I must admit though, I never would have imagined that Kai would be attracted to someone who was assaulted so thoroughly and maliciously in front of a live viewing audience as she was. But then again, perhaps I’m judging far too quickly. After all, I don’t know the young woman personally, and I only have second hand notions and opinions to go by.
Syn twitched slightly as Maria’s smile became pure evil.
Maria: I guess I would have to meet her in person to see the answer for myself then, won’t I?
Syn growled slightly at Maria. He didn’t doubt that she could get out of this facility at any given time if she pleased, but she would go near anyone connected to he or his Disciples over his dead body.
Syn: If you come near her or anyone else who is under my tutelage, and I will do far worse than just give you a small little forget-me-not that I gave Charles.
If Maria was intimidated by Syn’s threat, she didn’t show it as she frowned in disapproval at him.
Maria: Now that’s very rude of you Michael. While you may no longer consider him to be such, Charles is still your father.
Syn sneered in disgust at Maria’s statement. If he didn’t know her as well as he did, he would have assumed that she was attempting to be “motherly” to him.
Syn: The day that I ever call that spineless, cowardly, wretch of a human being my father is the day I pray for a quick and sudden death. NEITHER of you have the right to call yourselves parents, but at least you had the decency to not lie to me as you slowly poisoned me mentally.
Maria laughed slightly at Syn’s claim, causing him to hiss in anger.
Syn: (Trying to contain his anger) So, you still find what you did to my brother and I amusing?
Maria’s laughter continued for a few moments, before she finally calmed down enough to speak.
Maria: No. What I find amusing as that for all of your posturing and self-righteousness, all of your intelligence, you’re still too naïve to realize the fact that you’ve actually managed to sink to a level of depravity that almost matches my own. The cold irony of that is simply too humorous to ignore.
Syn blinked, before scowling at her.
Syn: What do you mean?
Maria: Don’t try to feign ignorance Michael; you’re much too smart for it to work accordingly. I’ve only been in here one month, not 18. I KNOW what you’ve done since you’ve let your inner demons consume you and became this caricature that you are now. And quite frankly, it’s amusing to hear you spew so much about how evil a woman I am, when truth be told you’ve become just as much of a “Monster” as I am.
Syn growled at her. How dare she even contemplate the notion that he was like her. The thought was simply ridiculous.
Syn: You LIE.
Maria giggled at his anger.
Maria: Do I, Michael? Look back at everything you have done since you’ve become what you are now. Take a long, hard look at every action that you’ve taken, every person who has interacted with you, and how what you have done has affected the lives of all that you come into contact with.
Syn’s anger visibly rose after she finished speaking. She was just playing with his mind, nothing more. He admits to becoming a monster over the years, but he could never do what she has done to people, especially to her own children. As Syn thought this, his mind began replaying every single thing he had done over the course of the last 3 years. He stayed silent as Maria continued to speak, leaning in a bit closer to Syn as she
Maria: How does it feel Michael, to know that as much as you loathe and despise me for what I have done to you, you are no better than your dear old mother?
Syn’s eyes widened in rage as he finally snapped. He glided over to Maria and wrapped a hand around her throat, before he pushed her back against the wall. Maria gasped as she felt herself being slowly lifted off of the ground, with Syn’s grip tightening by the second. Syn’s eyes bored right into hers as he leaned in close, his face a mask of anger and extreme loathing.
Syn: (Hissing) I will NEVER be like you.
Maria went to say something, but it came out as a gasp for air as Syn’s hand continued to constrict around her throat, determined to squeeze the life out of her. Syn gave her a vindictive smile as she struggled to breathe.
Syn: (Mockingly) Oh, what’s wrong mother? Are you in pain, hmm? You didn’t seem to be in pain when you threatened those under my guidance a few moments ago, did you?
Syn paused, and then looked thoughtful for a few moments as he held Maria in place.
Syn: Hmm, now correct me if I’m wrong Mother, but this scene seems to be familiar to me. Is it to you? Do you feel the overwhelming sense of Déjà vu at this very moment?
He then sneered slightly as he looked right into her eyes.
Syn: Oh yes. Now I remember why this seems so familiar. This is the exact same way we parted the last time that we were face to face, when you nearly caused my Younger Brother to commit suicide. Do you remember it, Mother? Do you remember the feel of my hand crushing your throat as you gasped for every breath your body could managed to obtain, while I held that switchblade to your mouth?
She tried to say something, but was cut off by Syn’s hand squeezing slightly, causing her to let out a choking sound. Syn’s sneer had dropped, and he now was giving her a look of utter hatred.
Syn: (Through clenched teeth) Because I remember that day. Oh, I remember that day VERY well. I have to relive that very day every waking moment, every time I close my eyes and every time that I have to look at that scar that resides on my brother’s throat. I’m forced to remember finding Alex lying out on the floor of his bedroom, his eyes glossed over and his throat slashed. I remember the blood on the walls, all over him, all over as he lay there dying.
Syn’s voice nearly broke as he continued.
Syn: I nearly lost the one person that I cared for in this world, all because of YOU. All because you wanted to see how far the human psyche could be pushed, bent, and twisted until if finally broke.
Syn leaned in close, enjoying the fact that he has his mother at his complete mercy at the moment, before he spoke.
Syn: Do you remember what it is that I promised you the last time you and I spoke? About how one day, I would make you regret everything that has happened to me at your hands, and how I would force you to watch as I became the monster that you wished to make me all along.
As Syn was speaking, he straightened out his left hand, causing a large switchblade to fall out of the sleeve and fell into his hand. He then placed the blade underneath her throat as he continued.
Syn: I’ve allowed you to see what I have become due to your interference. And now, I’ll Aleve you of your wrenched existence.
Syn pressed the blade deeper against Maria’s throat, and a sound escaped her lips that caused him to pause and look at her. It wasn’t the sound of someone in pain, or even someone who was in fear for their life. It was laughter. Manic, maddening, almost psychotic laughter. Syn continues to stare at Maria as she laughed; all of his feelings of anger now ebbing away into something he could have never imagined feeling for anyone, let alone the woman who made his life as a child a living hell: Pity. She hid her insanity well under a hollow mask, but she wasn’t the woman he had feared at one point in time. She was now just as broken as he himself was. She continued laughing as Syn withdrew the knife from her throat slowly.
Maria: (Still laughing) You….you won’t kill me! You said it yourself. You will never take a life, no matter how much they deserve it!
Syn continued to stare at Maria for a few moments longer, before he removed his hand from her throat and let her drop to the ground as she continued to laugh.
Syn: You’re right. I cannot kill you…Not yet.
Syn turned and walked away from Maria and walked towards the door, but paused, before he looked over his shoulder at her. He sneers slightly, before he opens the door and walked out of the door, leaving his mother to her descent into deeper madness as the scene fades to black
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Syn: Ladies and gentlemen, I humbly welcome you to The Carnival of Lost Souls. Please, allow the madness to surround you and lock away all of your troubles for the moment as we perform. The things that will be seen and done here are beyond the comprehension of those whom consider themselves to be of a “Sane, Fully Functional Mind”, so please bare with me if you become lost.
The beginning of The End is drawing near, Ladies and Gentlemen. In less than two weeks time at Anarchy, 4 men do battle for the honor, the privilege, the right to be called Champion. And it’s inside of a battleground that, while I am unsure my opponents have entered or not, I have made my home in. That I have conquered, and even managed to win and retain a World Title in. Hell in a Cell.
A loud bang is heard as a large poster unravels behind Syn, and the poster reveals the very large, very ominous structure that is known as Hell in a Cell.
Syn: Now, of all of the match types that I have competed in over the course of my very short career, I must admit that this match is near and dear to my heart. This, of course doesn’t bode well for any of my opponents. The only thing standing between them and the glory they all so truly craves, is a 20 foot tall monstrosity, and the demon that calls it home. You see, the Cell is one of the most violent, most horrific matches ever conceived by the human mind. And it’s also a paradise for someone of my particular mindset: I get the opportunity to inflict an unearthly amount of pain to someone, with very limited restrictions, inside of a structure tailor made for destruction. It is almost the perfect scenario for me.
Onto my first opponent in this match, The man who will go into this match as The Reigning and Defending World Heavyweight Champion, and holds the record for the longest reign in this company’s history. Michael Morrison: The man who lives, breathes, and defines the words “True Greatness.”
Syn then points behind him with the cane as a poster of Michael Morrison unravels itself behind him.
Out of the three of my opponents tonight, I don’t really have any type of grudge or problem with you. Well, if I do, it most certainly isn’t a large one. In fact, it seems that the both of us have our own issues to sort out with both members of The Elite. You, with your long and bitter rivalry with Sick Boy…or Curtis Wilkes, whichever name he prefers using. And me myself with whatever issues our dear friend “Syn” may have with me. But rest assured, while I may view you as being the better of all four of my opponents, if you stand before me, I will make sure that the very spot that you reside will be the place where I end your title reign.
Now, onto Curtis Wilkes: The Wrestler Formally known as Sickboy. Much like my other two opponents, you are a former World Heavyweight Champion. Much like my other two opponents, you are without a shadow of a doubt one of the toughest men to have ever set foot into a Premium Championship Wrestling Ring. But, unfortunately….you also have stalled as of late. What with your getting a beating from Morrison in a very HORRIFIC fashion –Very impressive, by the way Morrison- as well as your upsetting loss to my dear little brother and his little tag team partner. What can you do to salvage the very little buzz that you seem to have left? Beating up poor, unsuspecting wrestlers who stand no chance of beating you can only keep you afloat for so long before you fade into the background. Not to mention the fact that your partner and fellow member of The Elite seems to enjoy playing dress up far more than he does helping you now, doesn’t he?
Now, my last opponent is someone who, as of late, has seemed to gain a bit of a fixation for me. He goes by many names, and there is a chance you would be right if you were to call him by the name you are thinking of at this very moment. But for now, I think we shall call him Yoshiru Long. Now, over the course of the last month and a half, Yoshiru has done something that…well, that none of my opponents have attempted, and that I’ll admit had even managed to catch me off guard the first time around: You, in some sort of inspired attempt at getting into my mind, decided to parody me. You took my looks, my mannerisms, and everything that makes me who and what I am, and tried to make them into an almost comical mockery. I actually applaud you for your effort. It was very entertaining to watch. And yet it was also a definite failure as well. You see, while many people assume that I am a product of your past alias as Bloody, I assure you that we are not one in the same. You see, there is a certain charm and aura that I weave into my being. It allows me to be the charmingly sinister individual that you see before you today. But I do have one question that I wish to ask you.
Did you enjoy it?
Did you enjoy the little time you had to mock and ridicule me with your foolish little attempt to play games with my mind? I sincerely hope that you did. Because come Anarchy my friend, your little charade comes to a grim, “Bloody” end.
At Anarchy, four men, four souls forever tainted by darkness, well step inside of this very structure that I stand upon to do battle. Blood will flow, and the most violent thoughts that either one can conceive will be acted upon. I won’t be so foolish to say that I will win outright, because I know my opponent fully intends on taking me to hell in the most painful ways imaginable. But know this: If I go to hell, I aim to take every single person I can with me.
Welcome to The Age of Armageddon, Gentlemen: Let The Madness Begin!
