Title: The Moon
Author: Miss Calysto-Helmsley
Rating: R (dark)
Disclaimer I don't own characters or song.
Summary: The darkest thing I've ever written.
A/N--read the lyrics, they'll surprise you.....
//represents song lyrics\\
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//I'm still here....under the moon\\


He sat in his darkness soaking up the light from the moon as it forced it's way into his hotel room. He was thinking of her again, It had been a long time since he'd heard from her, but she still plaged his thoughts. Damn her for it. He loved her then, hell, he still loved her now. A part of him would go back in time, once a night, just to see her face. He could almost touch her skin.


//I was just a child, but you seemed like so much more\\
//The way you would approach me and drift across the floor\\
//I'd see you in the hal,l and you'd kiss me with a smile\\
//I never understood it, was I even worth your while?\\
//The other kids at school they would hate me and they'd spit\\
//Cuz I was just a no one to them I wasn't shit\\
//But you would always hold me and stand there by my side\\
//We were only 17, we'd be together till we died\\


He remembered all the promices of their live together. Marriage, kids, house, life. All with her. Everything was for her. He loved her, ya know? He walks to the window of his dark room and opens it. The moon is staring at him. Remembering her words.


//But then it all happened, the ever dreadful day\\
//Somebody tried to rape you, and now I'll make him pay\\
//You pointed him out to me, my thoughts began to race\\
//I took my daddy's 45 and shot him in the fuckin' face!\\
//I did it all for you and though I'm facin' years\\
//I would do the time just to equal all your tears\\
//The last thing that you told me when I left the courtroom\\
//Is that we'd always be together... cuz we're both under the moon\\


He could tell you what she was wearing. Black pants, red shirt, purple barrett in her hair. He can still see her eyes. She was safe, he'd taken that bastard away. And he was very proud, he knew it was wrong. But it's what she wanted. She always got what she wanted. He do anything for her. He proved it that day. He can still hear the gunshot. The last words he told her that day were, "I'll forever love you even in your doom, we'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon".


//I sit here in my cell, and the walls are made of stone\\
//I justified your pain, but now I sit alone\\
//I write another letter, I write one everyday\\
//I never got a letter back, I write em anyway\\
//I try to call collect, your number has been changed\\
//I'm starin at the light bulb, and I start to feel deranged\\
//You never came to visit me, I sit facin tha glass\\
//No-one's on tha other side, and now its in tha past\\


He always thought she'd come but she never would. So when he got out, he knew it was finally time for him to be him. Or at least what was left of him. A shattered shell of a man. Her man. He shook that thought from his haed, he remembered the jail ceel, he didn't want to be put in her spell again. He joined the World Wrestling Federation in hopes of a legal release of his frustration. But he secretly always hope, he'd see her again.


//My head is always spinnin, I'm poundin' on the wall\\
//I feel like I'm forgotten, no sign of you at all\\
//You're probably gettin' married, you're probably gettin fucked\\
//I'll break out of this cage, and try to cut that muthafucka up\\
//I curl up in the corner, my body will corrode\\
//My teeth are turning into dust, skin is growing mold\\
//I'm starin' out tha window of my eternal doom\\
//I know that you are out there... somewhere underneath the moon\\


He made his way into the arena. His fans cheered for him. They cheered who he thought he was. He wasn't a man, she made him an animal. And he'll spend the rest of his life trying to figure out whether he loathed her, or if he still loves her. He went into his locker room and got ready to face the cameras, lights, fire, and fans. He was ready to face his future. He walked backstage and held onto the curtain, waiting for his cue to walk out.


//Many many years, many more to go\\
//Does she still remember? God he only knows\\
//I now become a savage, they chain me to a wall\\
//I still can see your body, I still can hear ya call\\
//I'm nothin but a maggot, I'm locked away and lost\\
//the world that doesn't want me, my dignity is tossed\\


His match was done. And his prayers had been answered. She was at the show. He quickly made arrangements for her to come backstage. He knew what he had to say. Soon she was knocking at his door. He opened the door to see her standing there, like a crazed fan, wearing one of his shirts. All she could say to him was, "Kane, I'm such a big fan!" He slowly shut the door and lifted up his mask. Her face grew pale and her eyes grew wide. And all he said was...


//fuck you and the moon!\\









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A/N- Song called "The Moon" by ICP.