A couple miles away, two crystal blue eyes stared at the arena. He could hear the faint sound of cheering. Vaguely his heart pinged, longing to return and hear those cries chanting only for him.
He imagined their faces -- their gleeful smiles, their flailing arms, their eyes lightened up like stars -- and he envisoned the people he left behind. His soul cracked, and he smiled very, very softly.
The old man turned around, leaving his life behind him. A faint gust of wind touched his cheek, voices lingering within his mind. He knew the time to leave was now.
A gold chain glistened in the moonlight.
Heart Shocks
Exitus.
Started: February 16th, 2004
Finished: February 19th, 2004
Animus Impetus was a dream that I had on February 15th. When I woke up, I immediately went to my dream journal, writing down whatever I could remember before I could forget. From the scribbles that I wrote, I could make out a few things. I wrote down quotes from the dream, scenes that stood out, and moments that affected me greatly.
Here's a list of the things in this fic that came verbatim from my dream:
- Lillian entering the ring, announcing Austin's death and falling onto the mat
- Rocky crying in the parking lot
- Hunter sitting in his locker room, blood staining his hands
- Shawn praying
- Benoit crying while acting like a statue in the night
- Jericho hysterically laughing
- Taker and Kane standing side-by-side, Kane crying, Taker stoic
- Goldberg standing in the coridoor
- Bret facing Goldberg
- Raven's monologue and the song used in his part, "Turn The Page."
In the beginning I wrote this story for the sake of being wrote before I lost the urge to do so. Within three days, I finished the entire story. From my dream, I had the thoughts of Eric Bischoff and Vince McMahon, but I wasn't able to fit them within Animus Impetus for the sake of one person-- Mick Foley.
When I wrote Mick's, I had no guidance at all. I had wrote nothing of Mick's down in the journal. It's the reason why I began Mick's part as "..." to symbolize how out of everything in my dream, I did not remember Mick's. It's because of Mick's part that I could not add Vince or Eric's.
Mick threw me off-guard. I just happened to write his while I kept the music video One by Metallica on continuation. I had memorized the words before the song began, and incorperated it into Mick's part. The intensity and sheer angst and urgency and total insanity within Mick's part knocked off Vince and Eric. I couldn't continue. Mick's part screamed, "THE END." So I followed Mick's with Raven's.
I don't know whether to thank Mick or not, but now that I have finished Animus Impetus, it is now the prequel to my fic Escondio. It wasn't even originally intended to be the prequel! However, with the certain twists I put into Escondio, the characterization of Mick within this story is essential in the extreme. I guess my mind did a favor for me. ^_^;
Ever since I made this fic, I've got questions as to why I chose Austin. Why him? Well, one is because I'm an Austin junkie. If I happen to dream, he's usually in it. LOL. Aside from that, I wondered (before I actually happened to fall asleep the night when I dreamed that dream) what would happen if Austin died. What would others do? Their actions? Reasons?
So, I dreamed, I got the idea, and I wrote this fic. Simple as that.
Animus Impetus is now complete. I would like to thank Krissi, whom this fic would not have had it's title or beginning quote, Sarah, who I made cry endlessly and tempted her to stab me with sporks, Gwen, who is just a doll and I adore her and she's a great supporter and the Kane part was especially made for her, Kol, for her never-ending support and snarking and response to Mick's part, and of course, Becca, whom I wouldn't have been able to do this fic without her. She was with me when I wrote all the parts, from Effect #2 to Effect #10.
The story is over. Steve Austin is dead. The world drowns themselves in tears and shall move on with their lives.
But the thing is... how did he die?
How did Steve die?
... never thought about that, didja?
- Solita, March 11th, 2004