This may be hard to believe (or really easy to believe...whatever) but I can hardly even remember what I wrote last chapter. I am feeling that sick and dopey. But I've been getting some of my geek therapy on, watching "Sailor Moon" and reading an Anne McCaffrey novel I just bought. So therapeutic. Not to mention that I was able to get a cheap used Bowie cd. ("Christiane F." One of the very few I didn't already have.) Plus, I went and bought my costume yesterday. I'm going as a glam rocker. (Big surprise, there.) Anyway, back to what y'all want...the next chapter!
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Kane's instincts were on high alert. He walked slowly backstage, actually avoiding the shadows for once. He knew that ECW's attempted rebuttal would be swift and forceful, like the blow of a hammer. He certainly didn't want to be in its path when it dropped.
Did they really think he wanted a feud with them? That was ridiculous; no one in their right mind would. Of course, a lot of people seemed to be of the opinion of late that he wasn't in his right mind. But they were fools. They couldn't see the logic of it, the logic of his beautiful plan. The plan that would make them all monsters, all unified together. And if everyone was a monster, then the standards would change. What was once considered monstruous, would be normal. And they, the pretty, perfect, "normal" people, they would be seen for what they really were. The real monsters. The ones that judge and ostracize.
He didn't really want to hurt anyone. But it was necessary. To make them see. To make them understand what it was like, his world of flame and darkness.
And he really hadn't wanted to hurt the girl, Lita. But she wouldn't cooperate, wouldn't fulfill her part of the plan. So she had to be punished. It might seem simplistic, but the rules, his rules, he could not tolerate to be broken.
This was all Rob's fault. Rob had gotten too close. Rob had stolen his trust. Rob had set him in that match. Rob had actually wanted him to lose. Rob wanted him to show his face, to show his scars, show his shame. He'd sat right there in the ring, unafraid, arrogant in his security, sure that Kane would not hurt him, his *friend*. How naive. Kane knew the truth; no one is anyone else's friend. Just people who smile at each other so that they can get what they want.
And when he'd pulled his mask off, and the whole world had screamed in shock and fear, had cowered away, Rob still sat there in that childlike innocence, looking up at him. Kane hated that look. It was the most confusing thing about Rob. How could he just sit there looking at him, not turning away, no disgust apparent on his face? What did he want out of him, that he could hide his true hatred so well? That was what was confusing...he couldn't tell what Rob was using him for. Everyone uses everyone else for something, but he couldn't figure out what Rob wanted. That was the most confusing thing of all...and Kane hated being confused.
So he'd reached down, wrapped his thick fingers around Rob's throat, and that unreadable expression was finally wiped away, replaced by fear. Fear, Kane knew. Therefore, fear, he liked. Fear was simple; fear made sense. And all he had to do to find it was wrap his hand around someone's neck.
He'd lifted Rob up high above his head, and the fear in his eyes was clouded with other emotions Kane didn't like as much...hurt, disbelief, pleading. So to end those other, confusing emotions, Kane slammed him down, with all his weight and strength, into the rough, biting canvas below. And then, when Rob was lying there unconscious, eyes closed and all expressions gone for the moment, Kane felt something close to peace. And since he no longer believed in happiness, peace was enough for him.
So Rob had done just as he'd expected and turned on him. And that was okay, he was happy with that. The only real difference between a friend and an enemy was honesty. Enemies were honest about who they were and what they wanted from you. So now he and Rob would fight, until the other gave in, and that was fine. Kane knew he would win, so he didn't worry.
But he hadn't expected the girl, and all her other little friends. The girl threw a snag into his plan, and that was strike one against her. Then the girl had refused to give into her fear, had refused to obey Kane's command, and that was strike two. That was enough; he wouldn't give her the opportunity for strike three.
But it was such a pity. She was such a pretty little thing; he didn't want to damage those features too much. And her flaming red hair...he loved that more than anything. He loved all the fire that burned within her, infused her flushed face when she was angry or in battle, the inferno of passion she carried. Maybe, when he was done with Rob, there'd be time for them. For him to have her. Even more motivation for him to destroy Rob as quickly as possible.
Kane smiled.
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Okay, yeah, so that was weird, but since I don't like having "total villains", I decided we'd look into Kane's mind a little bit. Plus, for some odd reason, I tend to often love my villains. (Come on, how freakin' cool was Scar in "The Lion King"? Admit it; at least he had the best song.) Anyway, I hope this wasn't too out there for some of y'all. I blame the fact that I'm currently listening to the album "The Man Who Sold the World" (by Bowie, of course), and the first song is "Width of a Circle". ("I came upon a monster, sleeping by a tree. I looked and saw that the monster...was me.") Anyway, I hope y'all got at least something out of this. Let me know.
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Kane's instincts were on high alert. He walked slowly backstage, actually avoiding the shadows for once. He knew that ECW's attempted rebuttal would be swift and forceful, like the blow of a hammer. He certainly didn't want to be in its path when it dropped.
Did they really think he wanted a feud with them? That was ridiculous; no one in their right mind would. Of course, a lot of people seemed to be of the opinion of late that he wasn't in his right mind. But they were fools. They couldn't see the logic of it, the logic of his beautiful plan. The plan that would make them all monsters, all unified together. And if everyone was a monster, then the standards would change. What was once considered monstruous, would be normal. And they, the pretty, perfect, "normal" people, they would be seen for what they really were. The real monsters. The ones that judge and ostracize.
He didn't really want to hurt anyone. But it was necessary. To make them see. To make them understand what it was like, his world of flame and darkness.
And he really hadn't wanted to hurt the girl, Lita. But she wouldn't cooperate, wouldn't fulfill her part of the plan. So she had to be punished. It might seem simplistic, but the rules, his rules, he could not tolerate to be broken.
This was all Rob's fault. Rob had gotten too close. Rob had stolen his trust. Rob had set him in that match. Rob had actually wanted him to lose. Rob wanted him to show his face, to show his scars, show his shame. He'd sat right there in the ring, unafraid, arrogant in his security, sure that Kane would not hurt him, his *friend*. How naive. Kane knew the truth; no one is anyone else's friend. Just people who smile at each other so that they can get what they want.
And when he'd pulled his mask off, and the whole world had screamed in shock and fear, had cowered away, Rob still sat there in that childlike innocence, looking up at him. Kane hated that look. It was the most confusing thing about Rob. How could he just sit there looking at him, not turning away, no disgust apparent on his face? What did he want out of him, that he could hide his true hatred so well? That was what was confusing...he couldn't tell what Rob was using him for. Everyone uses everyone else for something, but he couldn't figure out what Rob wanted. That was the most confusing thing of all...and Kane hated being confused.
So he'd reached down, wrapped his thick fingers around Rob's throat, and that unreadable expression was finally wiped away, replaced by fear. Fear, Kane knew. Therefore, fear, he liked. Fear was simple; fear made sense. And all he had to do to find it was wrap his hand around someone's neck.
He'd lifted Rob up high above his head, and the fear in his eyes was clouded with other emotions Kane didn't like as much...hurt, disbelief, pleading. So to end those other, confusing emotions, Kane slammed him down, with all his weight and strength, into the rough, biting canvas below. And then, when Rob was lying there unconscious, eyes closed and all expressions gone for the moment, Kane felt something close to peace. And since he no longer believed in happiness, peace was enough for him.
So Rob had done just as he'd expected and turned on him. And that was okay, he was happy with that. The only real difference between a friend and an enemy was honesty. Enemies were honest about who they were and what they wanted from you. So now he and Rob would fight, until the other gave in, and that was fine. Kane knew he would win, so he didn't worry.
But he hadn't expected the girl, and all her other little friends. The girl threw a snag into his plan, and that was strike one against her. Then the girl had refused to give into her fear, had refused to obey Kane's command, and that was strike two. That was enough; he wouldn't give her the opportunity for strike three.
But it was such a pity. She was such a pretty little thing; he didn't want to damage those features too much. And her flaming red hair...he loved that more than anything. He loved all the fire that burned within her, infused her flushed face when she was angry or in battle, the inferno of passion she carried. Maybe, when he was done with Rob, there'd be time for them. For him to have her. Even more motivation for him to destroy Rob as quickly as possible.
Kane smiled.
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Okay, yeah, so that was weird, but since I don't like having "total villains", I decided we'd look into Kane's mind a little bit. Plus, for some odd reason, I tend to often love my villains. (Come on, how freakin' cool was Scar in "The Lion King"? Admit it; at least he had the best song.) Anyway, I hope this wasn't too out there for some of y'all. I blame the fact that I'm currently listening to the album "The Man Who Sold the World" (by Bowie, of course), and the first song is "Width of a Circle". ("I came upon a monster, sleeping by a tree. I looked and saw that the monster...was me.") Anyway, I hope y'all got at least something out of this. Let me know.