Post by Drake Hunter on May 17, 2012 2:58:34 GMT -5
There is one thing in my life that i will never understand. One thing that seems to happen absolutely wherever i go, and something that can so easily be changed with a couple of words, and yet, when it isn't changed, it can go terribly wrong terribly fast. You wanna know what that thing is? Of course you do, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this, and i'd be still sleeping rather than writing some entry into a diary. Real manly, i know. Still, there is one thing, and you probably know what it is.
Reaction.
It was Isaac Newton who created the law that with every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. So, if i push against a wall, the wall in turn pushes against me. Sorry to go all scientific, and i promise to go back into the philosophical meanings eventually, but it has some validity in what i'm about to talk about. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, therefore every time i make a rude comment about somebody's mother, i can expect a punch in the face, correct? I think so.
Then, if i make a rude comment about somebody's grandmother i get a kick in the balls. Also correct. If i hit somebody over the head with a title, and three weeks later they challenge me to a rematch for that very title that they feel was cheated out of their hands, then so be it, i'll beat the fairly this time. Take this for example, i low blowed Rye Payne after his lackey was sent to the back and he wanted to get a cheap shot on me with brass knuckles. Of course, it IS Rye Payne, so his argument's a little flawed, but the general premise is once again, okay. I give him his rematch, then knee him in the face once again.
What i DON'T get, is when a man in a black paintball suit comes up to you for no reason whatsoever, and starts beating the crap out of you. There is the reaction, where the FUCK is the action? How can somebody be so evil and dim-witted to be able to handcuff my hands to my ankles and beat the living daylights out of me, and then be so smart as to hack into every single piece of equipment in NYCCW, put a camera in my room whilst i'm "having fun" with my girlfriend, and make me fucking paranoid? Whatever he's done to me, i'm pretty sure THIS reaction is completely out of wack.
Way to go, Newton.
And yet the fact remains that he has some sick, twisted, demented plan to force me out of everything i love and into a world of hurt - as if he hasn't done it already. He's almost ended my career, scared my girlfriend into near paranoia and sent her away from me, then attacked my new girlfriend, breaking her rib, and mentally tortured me to the point of the voices re-entering my head, or nearly anyway. I dread the day i begin listening to them again, i don't think i'll ever be able to look at myself again.
And yet, he isn't finished. Whatever his grand scheme is, it's annoying, that's one thing. And it's freaky, and creepy, and downright weird. And for some reason, he wants to end my career.
The feeling of having those handcuffs chained to my wrist and ankle, holding me down like a leash, all the while staring that girl of my dreams chained to the ring post just as helpless and the man beating her to near unconsciousness, the fighting spirit that emanates so thoroughly through her losing it's battle against the demented mind of this anonymous attacker. Never. Again.
Never again will i let harm come to her at the hands of that man, nor any other, for that matter. Never again will i feel so helpless as i did watching her getting beaten down, never again will i feel so powerless as my eyes began to close, consciousness sleepily fading away, all the while trying to ignore the pain sent shooting through me from those kicks and punches, the shockwaves of hurt, that washed through me as i stared helplessly into that mask, a mask defining exactly what that man was about. Chaos. Never. Again.
You can't imagine what it feels like to simply submit to the voices that have been running inside you, throughout your soul, since you can remember. For one brief moment, to give into all temptations, to ignore all thoughts stopping you from crossing that line, and simply letting it sweep over you. It controls you for the better, guiding you along a path to salvation. A path to a better place, where you are not being attacked by a man in a black paintball outfit. But then all the thoughts come flowing back, passing the wall of the voice that desperately tries to block them out in an effort of keeping it's presence known inside your mind.
Those thoughts that keep you sane, keep you in control of yourself, do not fail to do their job, convincing you that the voice isn't real, that the voice is just like the man in front of you - a monster - and if you listen to it, that's what you will become. A part of me wants to block out those thoughts, wants me to become that monster, but that's also the part of my mind that made me kick that guy in the face at the airport so long ago, made me stick the finger up at a fan, made me listen to the voice that drove me away from the AWA. That may have all been for the better, but the fact remains, i am NOT a monster, i am NOT like H4ck3r, i am NOT like Rage, and i am most certainly NOT the voice inside my head that creates chaos. Because chaos is better suited to lunatics, and me? Well, i think of myself as one thing only:
A Punk.
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[[[OOC: This part of the roleplay is set just after BL 5, just to set the record straight. There'll be time shifts which will span after Electra's RP and before it.]]]
"Thanks doc" I say, wincing at the sharpness of the needle's entry into my skin, as the painkiller places a blanket over my pain, numbing it - or at least convincing my mind that it's numbed. The doctor places the needle back on the white surgical cart after he drags the needle out of my arm. I never liked needles - always though they were just weapons of murder in disguise. After all, it takes one false move and suddenly the painkiller is replaced by a poison, and before you know it you're laid out on the floor in front of the doctor who is none the wiser, passed out, or worse.
"Just stay still for a second." He says, rubbing a small piece of cotton wool over the bleeding area, draining the wound of the blood, and he drags it off, throwing it in a pile with three others, all tasked with the same job. I look over to where Lexi is being treated in the same fashion, except by a young male doctor. I look at her, and then to him - the doctor with his back turned - as if to say "don't try anything". She merely winks at me before looking at the back of the man's head with desire. I stick my tongue out at her, motion with my free arm what i wanted to do when we got back to the hotel. I had a feeling she was wanting some sleep after a hard day.
I don't do sleep.
As i've always said, after a hard time filled with stress, anxiety, and pain, all that is needed is a good pick-me-up, and there's nothing quite pick-me-up as having a "good time" with a girl. Especially when that girl is Electra Stevens. She rolls her eyes as if in compliance, although with distaste and bitterness, as if she isn't going to enjoy it. I think we both know that's not going to happen. Not when you've got the Punk.
I smile across at her and i see her eyes begin to melt - if that's even possible, she liked my smile, just like i loved her eyes. Considering she usually smiled and i had not intention of picking my eyes out, we were pretty happy together. The doctor pulls another cotton ball out from the packet and presses it against my injury, the blood almost completely soaked up. The handcuffs had hurt my wrists badly - so badly in fact that i was rushed straight to the doctor's room to remove the blood and wrap it with a bandage - the bandage that was currently being applied.
The bandage is wrapped firmly around the wrist, and i get the all clear, just as Lexi picks up her bag of things and is out the door. Always one step ahead of me, and yet she still manages to sweep by in enough time for me to marvel at her wonder, at her beauty. The way her hair, even through it's sweaty, tired nature waves in the air, the way her gorgeous body captured the energy around it. And yet, i knew she felt the same way about me, the way she looks at me, the glint in her eye when she sees my smile. We seem perfect for each other.
I pick up my bag and give the doctor a wave as i step out of the room, following Electra as she sees me and takes steps forward, and we fall into stride together. I turn a corner and smile at a staff worker passing by - only after he walks past do i remember him as the one that told me about H4ck3r at Bright Lights - before i push the already slightly open door further so and felt the wind wash over me from the outside. It was nearly two in the morning now - i didn't realize how much time i spent in recovery with the docs.
I walk slowly over to the VXR, pausing for a second as I rummage for the key inside my pocket. Finding it, I click the button without looking, seeing the lights flicker orange as I pull the door handle and hurl my bag into the back seat. Pulling Lexi into an embrace before she’s able to hop into the car.
“Hey, look at me” I say, the tiredness in her eyes truly showing after a night of pain and torture. “I promise you, I will make him pay. For absolutely everything that’s happened to us over the past few weeks. I promise.” I pull her close and feel the fire in my eyes ignite. What I said was true – I am going to make him pay, make him pay for all the pain that he has caused me over the past six months, all the pain that has occurred inside my head, all the pain caused to my loved ones – especially Lexi. I’d make sure he was handcuffed, and then it’ll be my turn to beat the living crap out of him.
She looks up at me and sees the fire in my eyes, the very energy that continuously burns through my mind every time I think of the man in black, every time I think of her getting hurt. I look back into her eyes for a split second, begging for me to keep control. I turn away suddenly, practically charging into the front seat as she slides in as well, looking across at me with a worried expression.
“Drake, don’t do anything stupid. Please….” I don’t respond, I’m not in the mood for talking after recalling the events of the night. I just want to get revenge, as soon as possible. Right now, the best revenge is to get a good night of not-so-much-sleeping and more of something else. Funny, I didn’t think I’d be in the mood for that either. Maybe I AM still a teenager?
I push my foot down hard on the accelerator as hard as I can, in awe of the immense speed. It’s the first time I properly used the new car to its full potential, and it was sure as hell not going to be the last. I could only help to smile at the incredible speed of this amazing car - Australian car - and i feel the addiction of driving a machine like this, a machine like my old VX220. Only this one wasn't going to be destroyed by H4CK3R. I'll make sure of that.
I don't speak for the whole ride home, not even when Lexi wrapped her hand in mine and flipped on her iPod offering me an earplug for a couple of seconds. The music soothed me, but not to a point where i couldn't feel the rage inside me anymore - the music merely suppressed it for a short period of time. As we enter the hotel room i feel the mood dampen, i usually take these sort of things on the chin, but i don't know what was different about this. Maybe it was the powerlessness of it all, maybe it was seeing the girl i love being tortured like that, and me simply having to watch, or maybe it had finally gotten to me. Maybe all of the things that H4ck3r's done to me has finally caught up with my anger, my rage, my voices, all willing to break loose from my mind.
Then a thought strikes through my head. A though i didn't think i'd be feeling. Something about that last thought. Did i just say Electra was the girl i loved?
I mean sure, she was one of the best people i'd ever met, probably the greatest thing in my life right now. But love? I loved Electra, i never would stop loving the girl who took away my innocence, never lose myself in the way she strode around, such an air of confidence about her. But one thing was clear, however much i loved Alyssa Young in the past, i wouldn't love her that way again. Not after meeting Lexi. Maybe it was love, such an ambiguous term. Love, attraction, passion....where was the line to be drawn?
I knew for god damn certainty that i never wanted to see Lexi hurt again, but on the flip-side i knew that thought was damn impossible, especially with that spirit. Was that love? Could i really bring myself to say i was in love with a girl i'd only met a few short weeks ago? Somehow i knew she was feeling the same way, torn between the two emotions, deciding, trying to understand this complex. Whatever we felt, two weeks wasn't enough to love somebody, not deep down, and not that way. I remember Metallica tweeting something about Electra going too fast, too quickly. Something wasn't right about Metallica, maybe it had something to do with H4ck3r, maybe not. She was an odd person, somebody i didn't entirely trust when we were on our own.
The hotel room door bursts opens as i kick it, unnecessarily releasing some of the anger built up inside me. I hear Electra jump a bit, as if fearful for her own safety. I knew that whatever i told her wouldn't console her, nor would any action, at least for now. The best thing to do was to simply recover, try and gather my thoughts, control the anger, and control the hatred.
"I'm going to have a shower." I say, pulling the door shut behind me, not waiting for a response from Lexi. From what i anticipate, it was probably a sigh after a long, hard day. A day she probably didn't expect to end in handcuffs.
The sharpness of the warm water that bursts through the shower head is welcoming from such a hard day, and as the bare skin that was covered by the bandages - bandages now soaked in blood - fall to the floor around the shower, and i tilt my head back to absorb all of the warmth, i am finally able to block out the voices that are now retreating from my head, going back to that dark place that i once had control of. Now, not so much. As i let the water flow over me, covering my dark-ish, Australian-tanned skin, i hear the door shut once more. What the hell? I thought i closed it? Reluctantly i open my eyes and rub the water from them, thanking God that i did. Standing in front of the shower, her robe now on the floor, is Lexi, completely undressed.
She opens the shower door and steps in front of me, letting me get a full vision of her body. Her, beautiful gorgeous body.
"I think i might know a way to cheer you up." She places her hand on my chest and kisses me, resting her lips against mine, and my hand moves to her rib, gently caressing it as to not bring her harm, before my hand moves further down her body.
"Lexi?"
"Yeah?" She replies, looking up at me with those amazing eyes, captivating me to god's end.
"Thank you." I say, before i bend over just slightly to press my lips against hers once more, holding it there, before she pushes me into the door, kick-starting a night of fun to follow a night of chaos.
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“Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall sometimes, or a horny teenager.” Lexi picks up her bag and heads towards the door, her ballerina shoes clacking on the floor.
“Come on my ballerina, what I have in mind doesn't require talking.” I say, smirking at her dress and giving her a small pat on the cheek as i pull her into an embrace.
“Pig.” She says, hugging me close as she laughs. Today was a much better day than yesterday - so far nobody has been handcuffed and Lexi's rib was beginning to heal. My wrists were no longer all bloody from the attack, and my bruised thigh was practically gone. What i couldn't erase were the mental effects, but i had a feeling they'd fade away in time. Hopefully, i might add. The car ride home had a better atmosphere than the last, with Lexi and i talking about Rage and what exactly he taught her, and what to look for in our tag team match on saturday.
I looked hard into her eyes when the light turned red, after talking about all of her training and her past, i could see something in her eyes, something that i knew was always there.
"You still love him, don't you?" I say, already smiling at the answer i knew was coming. She paused for a brief moment, before turning to me and wrapping her hand around my thick forearm, heavily laced with bandages i wore for the sake of looking like a badass with a hurt arm.
"Yeah, of course. I mean, i was married to him for ages, i wouldn't have been there if i didn't love him. But i don't like him, he's turned into a monster, if he ever wasn't one in the first place. It's over Drake, i will never like that man, but i know deep down i still love him. That can't change." She smiles as i rub her rib and try and feel the spot where H4ck3r broke it, trying to keep it from further harm, even though i know it's futile. I won't be there to protect her from everything, but that doesn't mean i won't get revenge on the people who did that to her. H4ck3r is first in line for that plan.
The hotel, not too far from NYCCW HQ is still as shiny-looking as ever, and as i nod at the man standing in front of the doors, nodding to us as he opens the large, silver door. Inside the hotel is a mixture of old and new fashion, predominantly golden paint surrounding us, with pieces of furniture scattered around the place. The elevator takes us up to the hotel, and Lexi, now changed from her ballerina costume (which i found rather hot) into a normal shirt and jeans, and as we lift up to the twentieth floor, i smile at the thought of having a small dose of not-so-much-talking before i head off to an interview with a wrestling magazine. Plenty of time for some precious time with my girlfriend.
That thought however is completely nullified from my head as i look up from the opening elevator doors and see the one person i completely and totally DIDN'T want to see.
"Drake?" The voice says, a voice i had been dreading hearing since she walked out on me because of the man in black.
"Alyssa? What are you doing here?"
The stunned silence fills the space in the corridor between us as i look her up and down. She hasn't changed a bit, still wearing that red tight top with holes in it and still with that amazing figure, although as i stare into those eyes i can see she's changed. Maybe anxiety, maybe H4ck3r's still been targeting her, although i doubt it. The more likely reason for here eyes is that she's been angry at me, angry at H4ck3r, angry at being scared away, possibly anxious about being lonely. After all, she was 22 when she left, after being in one relationship for three years. She was probably still surprised i hadn't proposed yet.
"What the hell do you think i'm doing here you stupid fucker?" She says, running towards me, as she wraps me in a firm embrace, moving her lips forward as if to touch mine. But i pull back at the last second, looking at her eyes with a dead serious expression across my face.
"Alyssa..."
"Wait a second, who's that?" Alyssa looks back at the girl behind me, and as i turn to face Electra, i see her face completely bewildered at the girl who was instantly wrapping her arms around me after a few short words. Alyssa looked at me with a worried look, bemused at this girl in the lift behind me.
"Who are you?" Alyssa said, and I knew one way or another, this was going to get VERY messy.
"Um, sorry if you haven't been watching the company that you're ex-boyfriend used to be a part of, but i'm his new girlfriend." Electra turned defensive, although i could see she was trying to not escalate into a confrontation. Knowing Alyssa, that would be damn near impossible to avoid.
"WHAT?"
Oh shit.
"I'm sorry, what did you just SAY?" Alyssa's face is mixture of total surprise and fury, trying to figure out what was going on. I'd be lying if i said it didn't make me feel good, especially after ditching me because of the man in black, whereas Electra stayed and fought.
"You heard me." Electra was starting to lose her temper a bit, trying to get Alyssa to back off, whilst also being cautious and controlled. It was moments like these when i liked Lexi the most.
"Lyss, i'm sorry..." I say, but the look on her face already tells me everything i need to know. She is angry. REAL angry.
"Are you kidding me Drake? We went out together for three years, you almost proposed to me twice, you lost your virginity with me, and then you move onto some slut only weeks after i LEAVE?" Alyssa shouts, now into a fit of rage over the last predicament.
"I'm sorry? SLUT? Hey, i faced H4ck3r one on one, i didn't run away like you did after one of his little bitch-tricks. I'm more loyal to Drake than you ever were, so don't go calling me a slut, you filthy coward." I could only smile at Lexi's words - she was totally right, and it was odd that it took me only until Alyssa left for me to see that. But it was what happened next that really got ugly, which is pretty bad considering these were two of the most beautiful people in the world.
Alyssa charges at me, totally unexpectantly, after backing away from me following those thirty seconds of awkwardness. Now she's like a bull, charging not at me, i realize, but at Electra. A thought crosses my mind, one i sincerely wanted to back away from, that even though Alyssa was no longer the girl for me, and both of these women were going at each other's throats (Alyssa being the attacker - i had a feeling Lexi didn't want to have a fight with the crazy bitch who was attacking her), they would make one thing. An AWESOME threesome.
Once more i try and push the thought from my head, i mean come on Drake!
I push my arms in between the two, forcing them to separate, and as i look Alyssa dead in the eye after prying her away from Lexi, who was trying to avoid another charge from the crazy ex-girlfriend-of-her-boyfriend, i ask one question.
"Alyssa, what are you doing here?" It's the shock on her face that's the most befuddled of the day, as she brings her up arm from out of her pocket and eggs me to look at what is on the screen of her iPhone.
"You're the one that sent me the text telling me to show up at your apartment, you fucking traitor." She spits the words out as if they are poison, and while i attempt to ignore the malice in the comment, a thought instantly strikes through my mind, negating any hormones trying to take advantage of the situation. Before i can talk, however, i am interrupted by something i was dreading since hearing the comment.
"WHAT? YOU invited her here Drake?" Lexi looked like she was about to light on fire, and once again i would be lying if i said it didn't look hot. The look on her face was one of betrayal, as if she had been stabbed in the heart. Technically, it was almost the equivalent to that, seeing how fast we'd been going over the past few weeks.
"Relax!!!" I yell, trying to block out the incredibly uncomfortable feeling that was about to be mauled by canines, emanating from the stairs. Canines would've been kinder. "I DID NOT TEXT YOU ANYTHING! Alyssa, i don't know what's going on, but i haven't picked up my phone since we left the gym to get in the car, and then i was only talking to Jordan."
"So explain this then!" She holds up the mobile phone and takes a couple of steps forward so that it is clearly visible, or at least the writing is. The message reads:
Drake: Listen, i've got some things to say, i'm sorry about everything. Do you wanna meet me in my hotel room at the Affinia?
You: What? What's this about? Y all of a sudden?
Drake: Come ova and i'll 3xplain 3verything. C u in 1 hour.
I was bewildered, but it was when i looked exceptionally close at the text message did i see the small font down the bottom, almost invisible to the naked eye. In tiny letters, the inscription said:
transmission_terminated
My face turns from a look of confusion into a look of intense and bitter distaste. I know the man who has done this, and i know that he is the man that sent Alyssa away from me the first time, a man i was more than wanting to get my hands on. Him.
H4CK3R
I look at Electra with that glimpse of pure fury expressed in my eyes, and i see the recognition in her face.
"Alyssa, this isn't me. It's the guy who sent you away from me." I say softly, looking her dead in the eyes as i feel bile rising in my throat. I was about to snap.
"You don't mean?" But she already knows what's happening, and why she was here.
"I'm sorry, but i'm happy being with Electra, happier than ever. I'm so sorry. It's probably best that you leave."
I see a tear roll down her eye and i walk towards her, pulling her into a soft embrace as i look into her eyes once more and tell her the one thing i always wanted to tell her, ever since she left me in that bed.
"I Will Get Revenge."
Without another word she nods and attempts a weak smile, before she heads for the elevator. Not giving Lexi or me a second look she presses the button and makes her way down.
Lexi opens the door and throws our bag into the foyer of the room, looking back at me, worry hinting in her smile.
"You coming?"
No reply from me.
"Drake? Hello?"
Once more there is no reply, but i turn around and face her, and for once the pure sight of Electra is able to calm me down. Maybe we would get some sleep after all - after the mess of the past few days, maybe what i did need was to talk, maybe i did need a good night's sleep. Then i see the wonderful girl in front of me take her shirt off, throwing it down on the couch and pressing her lips against my neck.
Nah, sleep's overrated.
Reaction.
It was Isaac Newton who created the law that with every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. So, if i push against a wall, the wall in turn pushes against me. Sorry to go all scientific, and i promise to go back into the philosophical meanings eventually, but it has some validity in what i'm about to talk about. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, therefore every time i make a rude comment about somebody's mother, i can expect a punch in the face, correct? I think so.
Then, if i make a rude comment about somebody's grandmother i get a kick in the balls. Also correct. If i hit somebody over the head with a title, and three weeks later they challenge me to a rematch for that very title that they feel was cheated out of their hands, then so be it, i'll beat the fairly this time. Take this for example, i low blowed Rye Payne after his lackey was sent to the back and he wanted to get a cheap shot on me with brass knuckles. Of course, it IS Rye Payne, so his argument's a little flawed, but the general premise is once again, okay. I give him his rematch, then knee him in the face once again.
What i DON'T get, is when a man in a black paintball suit comes up to you for no reason whatsoever, and starts beating the crap out of you. There is the reaction, where the FUCK is the action? How can somebody be so evil and dim-witted to be able to handcuff my hands to my ankles and beat the living daylights out of me, and then be so smart as to hack into every single piece of equipment in NYCCW, put a camera in my room whilst i'm "having fun" with my girlfriend, and make me fucking paranoid? Whatever he's done to me, i'm pretty sure THIS reaction is completely out of wack.
Way to go, Newton.
And yet the fact remains that he has some sick, twisted, demented plan to force me out of everything i love and into a world of hurt - as if he hasn't done it already. He's almost ended my career, scared my girlfriend into near paranoia and sent her away from me, then attacked my new girlfriend, breaking her rib, and mentally tortured me to the point of the voices re-entering my head, or nearly anyway. I dread the day i begin listening to them again, i don't think i'll ever be able to look at myself again.
And yet, he isn't finished. Whatever his grand scheme is, it's annoying, that's one thing. And it's freaky, and creepy, and downright weird. And for some reason, he wants to end my career.
The feeling of having those handcuffs chained to my wrist and ankle, holding me down like a leash, all the while staring that girl of my dreams chained to the ring post just as helpless and the man beating her to near unconsciousness, the fighting spirit that emanates so thoroughly through her losing it's battle against the demented mind of this anonymous attacker. Never. Again.
Never again will i let harm come to her at the hands of that man, nor any other, for that matter. Never again will i feel so helpless as i did watching her getting beaten down, never again will i feel so powerless as my eyes began to close, consciousness sleepily fading away, all the while trying to ignore the pain sent shooting through me from those kicks and punches, the shockwaves of hurt, that washed through me as i stared helplessly into that mask, a mask defining exactly what that man was about. Chaos. Never. Again.
You can't imagine what it feels like to simply submit to the voices that have been running inside you, throughout your soul, since you can remember. For one brief moment, to give into all temptations, to ignore all thoughts stopping you from crossing that line, and simply letting it sweep over you. It controls you for the better, guiding you along a path to salvation. A path to a better place, where you are not being attacked by a man in a black paintball outfit. But then all the thoughts come flowing back, passing the wall of the voice that desperately tries to block them out in an effort of keeping it's presence known inside your mind.
Those thoughts that keep you sane, keep you in control of yourself, do not fail to do their job, convincing you that the voice isn't real, that the voice is just like the man in front of you - a monster - and if you listen to it, that's what you will become. A part of me wants to block out those thoughts, wants me to become that monster, but that's also the part of my mind that made me kick that guy in the face at the airport so long ago, made me stick the finger up at a fan, made me listen to the voice that drove me away from the AWA. That may have all been for the better, but the fact remains, i am NOT a monster, i am NOT like H4ck3r, i am NOT like Rage, and i am most certainly NOT the voice inside my head that creates chaos. Because chaos is better suited to lunatics, and me? Well, i think of myself as one thing only:
A Punk.
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[[[OOC: This part of the roleplay is set just after BL 5, just to set the record straight. There'll be time shifts which will span after Electra's RP and before it.]]]
"Thanks doc" I say, wincing at the sharpness of the needle's entry into my skin, as the painkiller places a blanket over my pain, numbing it - or at least convincing my mind that it's numbed. The doctor places the needle back on the white surgical cart after he drags the needle out of my arm. I never liked needles - always though they were just weapons of murder in disguise. After all, it takes one false move and suddenly the painkiller is replaced by a poison, and before you know it you're laid out on the floor in front of the doctor who is none the wiser, passed out, or worse.
"Just stay still for a second." He says, rubbing a small piece of cotton wool over the bleeding area, draining the wound of the blood, and he drags it off, throwing it in a pile with three others, all tasked with the same job. I look over to where Lexi is being treated in the same fashion, except by a young male doctor. I look at her, and then to him - the doctor with his back turned - as if to say "don't try anything". She merely winks at me before looking at the back of the man's head with desire. I stick my tongue out at her, motion with my free arm what i wanted to do when we got back to the hotel. I had a feeling she was wanting some sleep after a hard day.
I don't do sleep.
As i've always said, after a hard time filled with stress, anxiety, and pain, all that is needed is a good pick-me-up, and there's nothing quite pick-me-up as having a "good time" with a girl. Especially when that girl is Electra Stevens. She rolls her eyes as if in compliance, although with distaste and bitterness, as if she isn't going to enjoy it. I think we both know that's not going to happen. Not when you've got the Punk.
I smile across at her and i see her eyes begin to melt - if that's even possible, she liked my smile, just like i loved her eyes. Considering she usually smiled and i had not intention of picking my eyes out, we were pretty happy together. The doctor pulls another cotton ball out from the packet and presses it against my injury, the blood almost completely soaked up. The handcuffs had hurt my wrists badly - so badly in fact that i was rushed straight to the doctor's room to remove the blood and wrap it with a bandage - the bandage that was currently being applied.
The bandage is wrapped firmly around the wrist, and i get the all clear, just as Lexi picks up her bag of things and is out the door. Always one step ahead of me, and yet she still manages to sweep by in enough time for me to marvel at her wonder, at her beauty. The way her hair, even through it's sweaty, tired nature waves in the air, the way her gorgeous body captured the energy around it. And yet, i knew she felt the same way about me, the way she looks at me, the glint in her eye when she sees my smile. We seem perfect for each other.
I pick up my bag and give the doctor a wave as i step out of the room, following Electra as she sees me and takes steps forward, and we fall into stride together. I turn a corner and smile at a staff worker passing by - only after he walks past do i remember him as the one that told me about H4ck3r at Bright Lights - before i push the already slightly open door further so and felt the wind wash over me from the outside. It was nearly two in the morning now - i didn't realize how much time i spent in recovery with the docs.
I walk slowly over to the VXR, pausing for a second as I rummage for the key inside my pocket. Finding it, I click the button without looking, seeing the lights flicker orange as I pull the door handle and hurl my bag into the back seat. Pulling Lexi into an embrace before she’s able to hop into the car.
“Hey, look at me” I say, the tiredness in her eyes truly showing after a night of pain and torture. “I promise you, I will make him pay. For absolutely everything that’s happened to us over the past few weeks. I promise.” I pull her close and feel the fire in my eyes ignite. What I said was true – I am going to make him pay, make him pay for all the pain that he has caused me over the past six months, all the pain that has occurred inside my head, all the pain caused to my loved ones – especially Lexi. I’d make sure he was handcuffed, and then it’ll be my turn to beat the living crap out of him.
She looks up at me and sees the fire in my eyes, the very energy that continuously burns through my mind every time I think of the man in black, every time I think of her getting hurt. I look back into her eyes for a split second, begging for me to keep control. I turn away suddenly, practically charging into the front seat as she slides in as well, looking across at me with a worried expression.
“Drake, don’t do anything stupid. Please….” I don’t respond, I’m not in the mood for talking after recalling the events of the night. I just want to get revenge, as soon as possible. Right now, the best revenge is to get a good night of not-so-much-sleeping and more of something else. Funny, I didn’t think I’d be in the mood for that either. Maybe I AM still a teenager?
I push my foot down hard on the accelerator as hard as I can, in awe of the immense speed. It’s the first time I properly used the new car to its full potential, and it was sure as hell not going to be the last. I could only help to smile at the incredible speed of this amazing car - Australian car - and i feel the addiction of driving a machine like this, a machine like my old VX220. Only this one wasn't going to be destroyed by H4CK3R. I'll make sure of that.
I don't speak for the whole ride home, not even when Lexi wrapped her hand in mine and flipped on her iPod offering me an earplug for a couple of seconds. The music soothed me, but not to a point where i couldn't feel the rage inside me anymore - the music merely suppressed it for a short period of time. As we enter the hotel room i feel the mood dampen, i usually take these sort of things on the chin, but i don't know what was different about this. Maybe it was the powerlessness of it all, maybe it was seeing the girl i love being tortured like that, and me simply having to watch, or maybe it had finally gotten to me. Maybe all of the things that H4ck3r's done to me has finally caught up with my anger, my rage, my voices, all willing to break loose from my mind.
Then a thought strikes through my head. A though i didn't think i'd be feeling. Something about that last thought. Did i just say Electra was the girl i loved?
I mean sure, she was one of the best people i'd ever met, probably the greatest thing in my life right now. But love? I loved Electra, i never would stop loving the girl who took away my innocence, never lose myself in the way she strode around, such an air of confidence about her. But one thing was clear, however much i loved Alyssa Young in the past, i wouldn't love her that way again. Not after meeting Lexi. Maybe it was love, such an ambiguous term. Love, attraction, passion....where was the line to be drawn?
I knew for god damn certainty that i never wanted to see Lexi hurt again, but on the flip-side i knew that thought was damn impossible, especially with that spirit. Was that love? Could i really bring myself to say i was in love with a girl i'd only met a few short weeks ago? Somehow i knew she was feeling the same way, torn between the two emotions, deciding, trying to understand this complex. Whatever we felt, two weeks wasn't enough to love somebody, not deep down, and not that way. I remember Metallica tweeting something about Electra going too fast, too quickly. Something wasn't right about Metallica, maybe it had something to do with H4ck3r, maybe not. She was an odd person, somebody i didn't entirely trust when we were on our own.
The hotel room door bursts opens as i kick it, unnecessarily releasing some of the anger built up inside me. I hear Electra jump a bit, as if fearful for her own safety. I knew that whatever i told her wouldn't console her, nor would any action, at least for now. The best thing to do was to simply recover, try and gather my thoughts, control the anger, and control the hatred.
"I'm going to have a shower." I say, pulling the door shut behind me, not waiting for a response from Lexi. From what i anticipate, it was probably a sigh after a long, hard day. A day she probably didn't expect to end in handcuffs.
The sharpness of the warm water that bursts through the shower head is welcoming from such a hard day, and as the bare skin that was covered by the bandages - bandages now soaked in blood - fall to the floor around the shower, and i tilt my head back to absorb all of the warmth, i am finally able to block out the voices that are now retreating from my head, going back to that dark place that i once had control of. Now, not so much. As i let the water flow over me, covering my dark-ish, Australian-tanned skin, i hear the door shut once more. What the hell? I thought i closed it? Reluctantly i open my eyes and rub the water from them, thanking God that i did. Standing in front of the shower, her robe now on the floor, is Lexi, completely undressed.
She opens the shower door and steps in front of me, letting me get a full vision of her body. Her, beautiful gorgeous body.
"I think i might know a way to cheer you up." She places her hand on my chest and kisses me, resting her lips against mine, and my hand moves to her rib, gently caressing it as to not bring her harm, before my hand moves further down her body.
"Lexi?"
"Yeah?" She replies, looking up at me with those amazing eyes, captivating me to god's end.
"Thank you." I say, before i bend over just slightly to press my lips against hers once more, holding it there, before she pushes me into the door, kick-starting a night of fun to follow a night of chaos.
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“Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall sometimes, or a horny teenager.” Lexi picks up her bag and heads towards the door, her ballerina shoes clacking on the floor.
“Come on my ballerina, what I have in mind doesn't require talking.” I say, smirking at her dress and giving her a small pat on the cheek as i pull her into an embrace.
“Pig.” She says, hugging me close as she laughs. Today was a much better day than yesterday - so far nobody has been handcuffed and Lexi's rib was beginning to heal. My wrists were no longer all bloody from the attack, and my bruised thigh was practically gone. What i couldn't erase were the mental effects, but i had a feeling they'd fade away in time. Hopefully, i might add. The car ride home had a better atmosphere than the last, with Lexi and i talking about Rage and what exactly he taught her, and what to look for in our tag team match on saturday.
I looked hard into her eyes when the light turned red, after talking about all of her training and her past, i could see something in her eyes, something that i knew was always there.
"You still love him, don't you?" I say, already smiling at the answer i knew was coming. She paused for a brief moment, before turning to me and wrapping her hand around my thick forearm, heavily laced with bandages i wore for the sake of looking like a badass with a hurt arm.
"Yeah, of course. I mean, i was married to him for ages, i wouldn't have been there if i didn't love him. But i don't like him, he's turned into a monster, if he ever wasn't one in the first place. It's over Drake, i will never like that man, but i know deep down i still love him. That can't change." She smiles as i rub her rib and try and feel the spot where H4ck3r broke it, trying to keep it from further harm, even though i know it's futile. I won't be there to protect her from everything, but that doesn't mean i won't get revenge on the people who did that to her. H4ck3r is first in line for that plan.
The hotel, not too far from NYCCW HQ is still as shiny-looking as ever, and as i nod at the man standing in front of the doors, nodding to us as he opens the large, silver door. Inside the hotel is a mixture of old and new fashion, predominantly golden paint surrounding us, with pieces of furniture scattered around the place. The elevator takes us up to the hotel, and Lexi, now changed from her ballerina costume (which i found rather hot) into a normal shirt and jeans, and as we lift up to the twentieth floor, i smile at the thought of having a small dose of not-so-much-talking before i head off to an interview with a wrestling magazine. Plenty of time for some precious time with my girlfriend.
That thought however is completely nullified from my head as i look up from the opening elevator doors and see the one person i completely and totally DIDN'T want to see.
"Drake?" The voice says, a voice i had been dreading hearing since she walked out on me because of the man in black.
"Alyssa? What are you doing here?"
The stunned silence fills the space in the corridor between us as i look her up and down. She hasn't changed a bit, still wearing that red tight top with holes in it and still with that amazing figure, although as i stare into those eyes i can see she's changed. Maybe anxiety, maybe H4ck3r's still been targeting her, although i doubt it. The more likely reason for here eyes is that she's been angry at me, angry at H4ck3r, angry at being scared away, possibly anxious about being lonely. After all, she was 22 when she left, after being in one relationship for three years. She was probably still surprised i hadn't proposed yet.
"What the hell do you think i'm doing here you stupid fucker?" She says, running towards me, as she wraps me in a firm embrace, moving her lips forward as if to touch mine. But i pull back at the last second, looking at her eyes with a dead serious expression across my face.
"Alyssa..."
"Wait a second, who's that?" Alyssa looks back at the girl behind me, and as i turn to face Electra, i see her face completely bewildered at the girl who was instantly wrapping her arms around me after a few short words. Alyssa looked at me with a worried look, bemused at this girl in the lift behind me.
"Who are you?" Alyssa said, and I knew one way or another, this was going to get VERY messy.
"Um, sorry if you haven't been watching the company that you're ex-boyfriend used to be a part of, but i'm his new girlfriend." Electra turned defensive, although i could see she was trying to not escalate into a confrontation. Knowing Alyssa, that would be damn near impossible to avoid.
"WHAT?"
Oh shit.
"I'm sorry, what did you just SAY?" Alyssa's face is mixture of total surprise and fury, trying to figure out what was going on. I'd be lying if i said it didn't make me feel good, especially after ditching me because of the man in black, whereas Electra stayed and fought.
"You heard me." Electra was starting to lose her temper a bit, trying to get Alyssa to back off, whilst also being cautious and controlled. It was moments like these when i liked Lexi the most.
"Lyss, i'm sorry..." I say, but the look on her face already tells me everything i need to know. She is angry. REAL angry.
"Are you kidding me Drake? We went out together for three years, you almost proposed to me twice, you lost your virginity with me, and then you move onto some slut only weeks after i LEAVE?" Alyssa shouts, now into a fit of rage over the last predicament.
"I'm sorry? SLUT? Hey, i faced H4ck3r one on one, i didn't run away like you did after one of his little bitch-tricks. I'm more loyal to Drake than you ever were, so don't go calling me a slut, you filthy coward." I could only smile at Lexi's words - she was totally right, and it was odd that it took me only until Alyssa left for me to see that. But it was what happened next that really got ugly, which is pretty bad considering these were two of the most beautiful people in the world.
Alyssa charges at me, totally unexpectantly, after backing away from me following those thirty seconds of awkwardness. Now she's like a bull, charging not at me, i realize, but at Electra. A thought crosses my mind, one i sincerely wanted to back away from, that even though Alyssa was no longer the girl for me, and both of these women were going at each other's throats (Alyssa being the attacker - i had a feeling Lexi didn't want to have a fight with the crazy bitch who was attacking her), they would make one thing. An AWESOME threesome.
Once more i try and push the thought from my head, i mean come on Drake!
I push my arms in between the two, forcing them to separate, and as i look Alyssa dead in the eye after prying her away from Lexi, who was trying to avoid another charge from the crazy ex-girlfriend-of-her-boyfriend, i ask one question.
"Alyssa, what are you doing here?" It's the shock on her face that's the most befuddled of the day, as she brings her up arm from out of her pocket and eggs me to look at what is on the screen of her iPhone.
"You're the one that sent me the text telling me to show up at your apartment, you fucking traitor." She spits the words out as if they are poison, and while i attempt to ignore the malice in the comment, a thought instantly strikes through my mind, negating any hormones trying to take advantage of the situation. Before i can talk, however, i am interrupted by something i was dreading since hearing the comment.
"WHAT? YOU invited her here Drake?" Lexi looked like she was about to light on fire, and once again i would be lying if i said it didn't look hot. The look on her face was one of betrayal, as if she had been stabbed in the heart. Technically, it was almost the equivalent to that, seeing how fast we'd been going over the past few weeks.
"Relax!!!" I yell, trying to block out the incredibly uncomfortable feeling that was about to be mauled by canines, emanating from the stairs. Canines would've been kinder. "I DID NOT TEXT YOU ANYTHING! Alyssa, i don't know what's going on, but i haven't picked up my phone since we left the gym to get in the car, and then i was only talking to Jordan."
"So explain this then!" She holds up the mobile phone and takes a couple of steps forward so that it is clearly visible, or at least the writing is. The message reads:
Drake: Listen, i've got some things to say, i'm sorry about everything. Do you wanna meet me in my hotel room at the Affinia?
You: What? What's this about? Y all of a sudden?
Drake: Come ova and i'll 3xplain 3verything. C u in 1 hour.
I was bewildered, but it was when i looked exceptionally close at the text message did i see the small font down the bottom, almost invisible to the naked eye. In tiny letters, the inscription said:
transmission_terminated
My face turns from a look of confusion into a look of intense and bitter distaste. I know the man who has done this, and i know that he is the man that sent Alyssa away from me the first time, a man i was more than wanting to get my hands on. Him.
H4CK3R
I look at Electra with that glimpse of pure fury expressed in my eyes, and i see the recognition in her face.
"Alyssa, this isn't me. It's the guy who sent you away from me." I say softly, looking her dead in the eyes as i feel bile rising in my throat. I was about to snap.
"You don't mean?" But she already knows what's happening, and why she was here.
"I'm sorry, but i'm happy being with Electra, happier than ever. I'm so sorry. It's probably best that you leave."
I see a tear roll down her eye and i walk towards her, pulling her into a soft embrace as i look into her eyes once more and tell her the one thing i always wanted to tell her, ever since she left me in that bed.
"I Will Get Revenge."
Without another word she nods and attempts a weak smile, before she heads for the elevator. Not giving Lexi or me a second look she presses the button and makes her way down.
Lexi opens the door and throws our bag into the foyer of the room, looking back at me, worry hinting in her smile.
"You coming?"
No reply from me.
"Drake? Hello?"
Once more there is no reply, but i turn around and face her, and for once the pure sight of Electra is able to calm me down. Maybe we would get some sleep after all - after the mess of the past few days, maybe what i did need was to talk, maybe i did need a good night's sleep. Then i see the wonderful girl in front of me take her shirt off, throwing it down on the couch and pressing her lips against my neck.
Nah, sleep's overrated.
