Post by Dean Matthews on May 24, 2018 0:24:50 GMT -5
The camera opened to a tidy bedroom with a large bed in the center against the wall and posters along the walls of various anime’s and other video games. The owner of the room seat on the floor leaning on the back of the bed with one leg tucked under her and a video game controller in her hand. A headset sat on her beautiful blonde head and her eyes were focused on what appeared, at a quick glance, to be a resident evil game.
From a doorway beside her came the hulking figure out of boyfriend pulling a black sleeveless “Fear The Fanged One” shirt over his muscular frame. He wore a pair of blue jeans and his black leather combat boots.
His hand comes to his throat and chest bringing a perplexed look to his face as his icy cold eyes survey the room.
“Sweetheart, have you seen….”
Without even speaking a word Jessica lifted a hand and a necklace dangles from her fingertips. A small leather like charm swinging back and forth like a mini pendulum. Dean’s eyes lit up as he took the necklace from her fingers and locked it around his neck. He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the top of the head before motioning with his head for the camera to follow him from the room.
Once he was out of the room and into a standardly arranged living room he turned on the camera and leaned to the side on the wall.
“Didn’t wanna bother her.”
He said simply with a shrug, as if that explained it all.
“So. I went out and faced Joshua Goldstein and did what i said i was gonna do. But, i must say i get why Jessica respects the man. I understand why he’s a Guardian and one of her best friends. The man is talented. Quick, agile, strong and resilient.
Though despite those traits it ended about like i imagined it would. Injection. It’s as simple as that and is something the NGW world is going to have to learn to accept. Once the Injection is hit….that’s all she wrote. It’s another word for “Fat lady sings.”
Dean lifted his shoulders in a shrug, as if he wasn’t sorry, but there wasn’t anything he planned to do about it.
“I considered sending a message to Matthew Shields on this show as well. Well, later in in it anyway but the more i thought about that the more i realized with the finale of the Destroyers and the Guardians so close i needed to give them time. I needed to stand aside, if only breifly, and let them deal with them in their own way.
They have been dealing with this much longer than i have and in the end it’s the last i can do for Adrien and Jessica. And….for the other two as well, though i do not know them. I know Goldstein kinda but the other one? Not idea.
After they are done? We’ll see about starting my own game with Matthew. Maybe i’ll have something else i wanna do. Maybe i’ll wanna drag out his torment like he did my Jessica’s. You know what they say about snake’s….we like to play with our food.”
A smirk spread over Dean’s face as he said those words, as if the very thought of tormenting Matthew Shields for months was something that gave him immense pleasure.
“That brings us to this coming show. Victory and Honor. A special show by all the signs and signals and the NGW management have chosen to test me against RC Tucker. I’ve done some research on the guy and he’s a funny dude...A funny dude whose mom is way….WAYYY to involved in his life. Like i am completely uncomfortable with the level that this dude mom is involved in his life.
But, moving on from the judgement...He gives up a lot in both height and weight to me, but from what i have seen the dude more than makes up for it with speed and high flying ability. This is gonna be the kinda guy that will make it difficult for me to get my hands on him but when i do….”
Dean let out a shrill whistle and shook his head with amusement.
“It won’t be pretty i can tell you that much. But, on that same note i know without a doubt he’s gonna make that difficult. Things like the Snake Strike and Snake Bitten are going to come in real handy. And the Coil? The most important of all. Taking the breath out of the lungs of someone like this is essential to victory.”
A thoughtful look crossed his bearded face and he looked away from the camera a moment. When he looked back his gaze was intense, focused and more than a little uneasy.
“RC had a lot to say about personal demons and internal monsters. Speaking as if I was using some kind of metaphor. Like drinking or someone needing anger management. Or some kind of psychological healing or pharmaceutical intervention.
To speak on this is dangerously close to dismissal. I do not require any of those things. What i am and what i am speaking of are different things. The Reptile is a curse my family has carried, a lot like schizophrenia, but with some noticeable differences.
The phenomenon isn’t a secondary personality as i thought for so long. Like i am Dean and he is Adam, no, this is something different. The secondary personality living in me is all animal. All instinct. It craves only one thing. Suffering. Others….my own….it does not make a difference. It slithers around my mind like a anaconda in the darkness. I can hear it...sometimes i can feel it...and i fight it with everything i am.”
Dean took a deep breath and shook his head. This was so hard to explain when he didn't fully understand it himself. He knew the Reptile was real. It had nearly swallowed him whole in January.
“In short i guess my message RC is do not underestimate the things i say about it. Do not tell me to just “move on” or just “suck it up” I have been doing that my whole life and i will continue to do so until i simply can no longer keep the fucking thing shackled in my head.
When i am concerned about losing control over the thing it’s a genuine concern. The Reptile does not see friend or foe. The Reptile does not see enemy and family. All the damn thing sees is victims and who can feed it the most pain and sorrow.
So bare that in mind the next time you think you know…..anything about me.”
When he finally finished speaking there was a strange aura about him. The muscles of his jaw twitched beneath the wealth of golden brownish hair that was his beard. Eyes of iceberg blue stared forward, unfocused and empty.
Slowly his head turned away from the camera that has been filming him and his promotional video and looked to the wall beside the hallway leading to the front door. He crossed the room in silence to a stereo system sitting on the table against the wall and began to press the buttons. The device let out little audible clicks as it cycled.
Behind him, just inside camera range the beautiful frame of Jessica Sears came into view. She stood with her hip cocked to the side and her arms crossed over her chest just watching him as he placed his palms on the table on each side of the stereo. As she watched a violin began to play followed by the gentle plucking of a piano.
“You dragged the depths of my soul, until you found it. A darkened room, locked away. I let you in….”
Alongside the violin and piano the guitars started and Dean lowered his head, the wealth of blonde hair falling over his face as he listened.
“....You looked inside and you turned away. My makeshift savior, left me right here in my chains. But still i whisper. Still i call you….”
Jessica watched his whole body sense from the shoulders down to his beltline. Speaking of the Reptile wasn’t something he enjoyed and it showed. As the song continued to heighten his arms began to shake.
“I never wanted you to see, the darkest part of me. I knew you’d run away. I waited, but you never came. So afraid to be alone. I tried to let you go, but still i find you lost inside the darkest part of me.”
Was this how he viewed the world? How he viewed everyone in his life? Jessica froze in place just watching in silence as his mind processed the words to the song blaring from speakers not two inches from his head.
“It’s my descent. Familiar pain. It’s watching all i believe fade away. Help traitors and fools. Help beggars and thieves. Which mask will you choose? What is underneath?”
After the chores repeated a second time the music softened again with the guitars in the background barely audible. Jessica crossed the room, each step careful and thought out as to not upset or startle him in the current mindset he was in. When she finally reached him she placed a hand atop his and slid her fingers between his own.
“Am I the black stain on your perfect life? Am I the darkness that you need to hide? It covers you. It spills over you….”
“...Baby?”
“.....”
“Come back Dean….”
“....”
His head came up slow and his cold eyes leveled on her. There was no fear in the woman when she saw the shadow of the monster crossing his face. She parted his hair from between them and leaned in kissing him gently.
For a moment it looked like kissing a brick wall until his body relaxed. His fingers curled around her own and lifted her hand to his mouth to kiss the knuckles gently. Her free hand rose to caress his cheek and she smiled.
“You okay now?”
“Yeah….i think i am now.”
“Good. Let’s go and get our evening run in.”
Dean offered her a soft little nod and reached out a hand to pull the plugs from the cords from the adapter piece and the camera flashed instantly to static.
From a doorway beside her came the hulking figure out of boyfriend pulling a black sleeveless “Fear The Fanged One” shirt over his muscular frame. He wore a pair of blue jeans and his black leather combat boots.
His hand comes to his throat and chest bringing a perplexed look to his face as his icy cold eyes survey the room.
“Sweetheart, have you seen….”
Without even speaking a word Jessica lifted a hand and a necklace dangles from her fingertips. A small leather like charm swinging back and forth like a mini pendulum. Dean’s eyes lit up as he took the necklace from her fingers and locked it around his neck. He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the top of the head before motioning with his head for the camera to follow him from the room.
Once he was out of the room and into a standardly arranged living room he turned on the camera and leaned to the side on the wall.
“Didn’t wanna bother her.”
He said simply with a shrug, as if that explained it all.
“So. I went out and faced Joshua Goldstein and did what i said i was gonna do. But, i must say i get why Jessica respects the man. I understand why he’s a Guardian and one of her best friends. The man is talented. Quick, agile, strong and resilient.
Though despite those traits it ended about like i imagined it would. Injection. It’s as simple as that and is something the NGW world is going to have to learn to accept. Once the Injection is hit….that’s all she wrote. It’s another word for “Fat lady sings.”
Dean lifted his shoulders in a shrug, as if he wasn’t sorry, but there wasn’t anything he planned to do about it.
“I considered sending a message to Matthew Shields on this show as well. Well, later in in it anyway but the more i thought about that the more i realized with the finale of the Destroyers and the Guardians so close i needed to give them time. I needed to stand aside, if only breifly, and let them deal with them in their own way.
They have been dealing with this much longer than i have and in the end it’s the last i can do for Adrien and Jessica. And….for the other two as well, though i do not know them. I know Goldstein kinda but the other one? Not idea.
After they are done? We’ll see about starting my own game with Matthew. Maybe i’ll have something else i wanna do. Maybe i’ll wanna drag out his torment like he did my Jessica’s. You know what they say about snake’s….we like to play with our food.”
A smirk spread over Dean’s face as he said those words, as if the very thought of tormenting Matthew Shields for months was something that gave him immense pleasure.
“That brings us to this coming show. Victory and Honor. A special show by all the signs and signals and the NGW management have chosen to test me against RC Tucker. I’ve done some research on the guy and he’s a funny dude...A funny dude whose mom is way….WAYYY to involved in his life. Like i am completely uncomfortable with the level that this dude mom is involved in his life.
But, moving on from the judgement...He gives up a lot in both height and weight to me, but from what i have seen the dude more than makes up for it with speed and high flying ability. This is gonna be the kinda guy that will make it difficult for me to get my hands on him but when i do….”
Dean let out a shrill whistle and shook his head with amusement.
“It won’t be pretty i can tell you that much. But, on that same note i know without a doubt he’s gonna make that difficult. Things like the Snake Strike and Snake Bitten are going to come in real handy. And the Coil? The most important of all. Taking the breath out of the lungs of someone like this is essential to victory.”
A thoughtful look crossed his bearded face and he looked away from the camera a moment. When he looked back his gaze was intense, focused and more than a little uneasy.
“RC had a lot to say about personal demons and internal monsters. Speaking as if I was using some kind of metaphor. Like drinking or someone needing anger management. Or some kind of psychological healing or pharmaceutical intervention.
To speak on this is dangerously close to dismissal. I do not require any of those things. What i am and what i am speaking of are different things. The Reptile is a curse my family has carried, a lot like schizophrenia, but with some noticeable differences.
The phenomenon isn’t a secondary personality as i thought for so long. Like i am Dean and he is Adam, no, this is something different. The secondary personality living in me is all animal. All instinct. It craves only one thing. Suffering. Others….my own….it does not make a difference. It slithers around my mind like a anaconda in the darkness. I can hear it...sometimes i can feel it...and i fight it with everything i am.”
Dean took a deep breath and shook his head. This was so hard to explain when he didn't fully understand it himself. He knew the Reptile was real. It had nearly swallowed him whole in January.
“In short i guess my message RC is do not underestimate the things i say about it. Do not tell me to just “move on” or just “suck it up” I have been doing that my whole life and i will continue to do so until i simply can no longer keep the fucking thing shackled in my head.
When i am concerned about losing control over the thing it’s a genuine concern. The Reptile does not see friend or foe. The Reptile does not see enemy and family. All the damn thing sees is victims and who can feed it the most pain and sorrow.
So bare that in mind the next time you think you know…..anything about me.”
When he finally finished speaking there was a strange aura about him. The muscles of his jaw twitched beneath the wealth of golden brownish hair that was his beard. Eyes of iceberg blue stared forward, unfocused and empty.
Slowly his head turned away from the camera that has been filming him and his promotional video and looked to the wall beside the hallway leading to the front door. He crossed the room in silence to a stereo system sitting on the table against the wall and began to press the buttons. The device let out little audible clicks as it cycled.
Behind him, just inside camera range the beautiful frame of Jessica Sears came into view. She stood with her hip cocked to the side and her arms crossed over her chest just watching him as he placed his palms on the table on each side of the stereo. As she watched a violin began to play followed by the gentle plucking of a piano.
“You dragged the depths of my soul, until you found it. A darkened room, locked away. I let you in….”
Alongside the violin and piano the guitars started and Dean lowered his head, the wealth of blonde hair falling over his face as he listened.
“....You looked inside and you turned away. My makeshift savior, left me right here in my chains. But still i whisper. Still i call you….”
Jessica watched his whole body sense from the shoulders down to his beltline. Speaking of the Reptile wasn’t something he enjoyed and it showed. As the song continued to heighten his arms began to shake.
“I never wanted you to see, the darkest part of me. I knew you’d run away. I waited, but you never came. So afraid to be alone. I tried to let you go, but still i find you lost inside the darkest part of me.”
Was this how he viewed the world? How he viewed everyone in his life? Jessica froze in place just watching in silence as his mind processed the words to the song blaring from speakers not two inches from his head.
“It’s my descent. Familiar pain. It’s watching all i believe fade away. Help traitors and fools. Help beggars and thieves. Which mask will you choose? What is underneath?”
After the chores repeated a second time the music softened again with the guitars in the background barely audible. Jessica crossed the room, each step careful and thought out as to not upset or startle him in the current mindset he was in. When she finally reached him she placed a hand atop his and slid her fingers between his own.
“Am I the black stain on your perfect life? Am I the darkness that you need to hide? It covers you. It spills over you….”
“...Baby?”
“.....”
“Come back Dean….”
“....”
His head came up slow and his cold eyes leveled on her. There was no fear in the woman when she saw the shadow of the monster crossing his face. She parted his hair from between them and leaned in kissing him gently.
For a moment it looked like kissing a brick wall until his body relaxed. His fingers curled around her own and lifted her hand to his mouth to kiss the knuckles gently. Her free hand rose to caress his cheek and she smiled.
“You okay now?”
“Yeah….i think i am now.”
“Good. Let’s go and get our evening run in.”
Dean offered her a soft little nod and reached out a hand to pull the plugs from the cords from the adapter piece and the camera flashed instantly to static.