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I hope u guys like where this is heading, I'm not sure as I'm just letting
my muses guide me. But would u like Sandman to appear? Chastity definitely
will appear again but do u want Sandman? Please let me know via reviews
A WEALTH OF PAIN
Snow fell past the window, coating the hard ground with a unique softness. Molly sat on the window sill watching it, the strange blue light making her face look quite remarkable. She had sat there most of the morning, gazing out at the world absorbed in her thoughts. Raven stood in the shadows of the doorway, holding his breath as he watched her breathe misting the glass as she did. He had been standing there for quite a while without realising. His heart skipped a beat and once again he felt that sharp icy blast through his heart of realising you get when you are in love with the perfect woman. He'd only had that once before he ever set eyes on Molly and that was with Beulah
"She was very different to me" Molly said, without turning around at all
Raven quirked a smile and walked forward silently so that he was standing behind her, seeing her view of the frosty quiet world and his hand was heavy on her shoulder
"Yes she was" he replied "both so full of the darkness, both choosing to fight it in very different ways, it nearly destroyed her but you, you came out somewhat stronger"
There was a moment of silence
"Will you show me them?" Molly turned so that her large soulful eyes were all Raven could see "I get snatches but not everything and I want to know it all, I want to be able to feel all that pain I see in your eyes sometimes and feel in your thoughts, then I can know why you claw free of the past"
Raven nodded and Molly turned her head forwards again so that she was focusing on the snow outside as it fell. He closed his eyes and slowly let the images in his head paint themselves and the feelings so intrinsically intertwined with them. As he drew in a cold breath, he saw what she saw.
Barbed wire and Kendo sticks. Packed jeering arenas, steel folding chairs being handed over the barricades. Women barely concealing their flesh running around the ring, throwing slaps, having catfights, or wielding weapons. Occasionally a familiar face jumped out from the grey mish-mash. Dawn Marie blowing a kiss at the camera or catfighting with Francine. Beulah spraying hairspray in Tommy Dreamer's eyes and then making out with Kimona. Then the Sandman. Dressed in stars and stripes pants and a red t- shirt, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and a kendo stick in one hand, Woman clad in a black velvet dress brandishing the ECW World Championship belt. Everything stripped down to its bare essentials, it was all smoky vivid violence and undiluted sex
Then blood. Lots of it. Raven with his face painted in a horrific crimson mask. Sandman cutting himself by smashing a beer can on his forehead after draining it. Blood splattering the canvas in horrific raindrops. Tommy Dreamer being decimated to the mat in a DDT. Paul Heyman cutting a usually intense promo in the back with his ever present baseball cap on. Mikey Whipwreck squeaking out a victory. The Pitbulls with thick iron collars around their necks racing their way to the ring. Cactus Jack grinning in that maniacal way, his eyes glinting dangerously.
Then WCW. Gouging at Scotty Riggs eyes, Riggs standing mesmerised in front of the Flock. Kanyon being pushed into a swimming pool by Sandman. Chastity dragged a canvas bin of weapons to the ring then popping out the same bin brandishing a fire extinguisher to blind Bam Bam Bigalow. Hak covered in barbed wire as he made his way to the ring. Chastity dropping in a headbutt towards Raven. The members of the Flock betraying him and abandoning him. Perry Saturn handing him a tag team championship belt.
Then nothing. Just darkness. Raven opened his eyes and blinked slowly, taking in the eerie blue light. Molly stirred quietly under his hand. He looked out to the snow, taking in its beauty again. He wondered briefly how beautiful Molly would look with snowflakes covering her eyelashes. She'd now seen into his past, deeper than he'd let her before.
"It's all so confused" she murmured quietly "I can feel it all but it all feels wrong like it shouldn't have happened"
"It did and there was nothing we could do to stop it, Tommy and I, we were bound by hate and blood to fight through the ages until heaven's gates close before us and we're left in purgatory"
Molly nodded then abruptly got to her feet. There was a determination in her face which made him smile. It reminded him that her spirit was so free and independent that he would never even try to capture it. She was not to be captured, contained or changed in anyway. That had happened too much already and her soul was thickly scarred forever.
"Come with me"
She took one of his hands in her's and led him outside into the snow. It coated everything in a frosty sweet covering and he could feel the snow dappling his shoulders. Despite the chill in the air, he didn't shiver. The cold didn't affect him. Molly smiled up to the sky and the snowflakes fell softly on her face, softening her precise make-up. It was a beautiful sight. He felt an urge inside to paint her in all her snow dappled glory but knew it would never do her justice.
"This is the world we live in Raven" she said at last, bringing her face back down to normal level "I can see and feel your pain, it's the same as mine but Chastity is here and she's real, just like this snow, she betrayed you and now after everything she is the one with the Sandman after your blood history"
"It's a way of our life, ECW shapes us in mysterious ways" Raven replied, mesmerised by her snow flaked hair "we allow ourselves to become animals, stripped down to our instincts and the desire to tear each other apart, there is no love, only hate"
"Do you accept your past?"
He smiled at her, a smile that spoke of everything that had happened between himself and the Sandman. Molly hadn't seen Sandman's wife Lori and his son Tyler as they became Raven's followers for a while; she hadn't seen Tyler cane his own father. She hadn't seen half the bloody beauty he'd wrecked on that sorry carcass of an ex-champion. She would one day when she found it in his head.
"I always have accepted it" he replied to her "I am reconciled to the forces that shaped me and made me the way I am as I stand before you"
"Then that's the way it should be, the world isn't pure white like snow but in our minds, its darkness splattered with blood red"
Raven nodded and extended a hand to her. Molly took it and they walked back into the house together. Molly sat on the couch and after a moment of taking her in, a vision of snowflakes on oak brown hair, blood red lips and coffee black eyes, Raven sat beside her. There was a calming peace between them that filled his soul and quelled the angry aching that Chastity has brought to the surface. She reminded him of the mindless betrayals that had been inflicted on him and the way people just dismissed him because he was a grunge child of a disenchanted generation. He had learned to feed off the crowd's hate; their cheers were not what he desired. Molly had learned that too. It brought them together, in the rafters that night.
Slowly he lowered his head to her lap and lay there, drinking in the peace. Her gentle hand stroked over his stubbly head. There was peace between them until the next storm.
A WEALTH OF PAIN
Snow fell past the window, coating the hard ground with a unique softness. Molly sat on the window sill watching it, the strange blue light making her face look quite remarkable. She had sat there most of the morning, gazing out at the world absorbed in her thoughts. Raven stood in the shadows of the doorway, holding his breath as he watched her breathe misting the glass as she did. He had been standing there for quite a while without realising. His heart skipped a beat and once again he felt that sharp icy blast through his heart of realising you get when you are in love with the perfect woman. He'd only had that once before he ever set eyes on Molly and that was with Beulah
"She was very different to me" Molly said, without turning around at all
Raven quirked a smile and walked forward silently so that he was standing behind her, seeing her view of the frosty quiet world and his hand was heavy on her shoulder
"Yes she was" he replied "both so full of the darkness, both choosing to fight it in very different ways, it nearly destroyed her but you, you came out somewhat stronger"
There was a moment of silence
"Will you show me them?" Molly turned so that her large soulful eyes were all Raven could see "I get snatches but not everything and I want to know it all, I want to be able to feel all that pain I see in your eyes sometimes and feel in your thoughts, then I can know why you claw free of the past"
Raven nodded and Molly turned her head forwards again so that she was focusing on the snow outside as it fell. He closed his eyes and slowly let the images in his head paint themselves and the feelings so intrinsically intertwined with them. As he drew in a cold breath, he saw what she saw.
Barbed wire and Kendo sticks. Packed jeering arenas, steel folding chairs being handed over the barricades. Women barely concealing their flesh running around the ring, throwing slaps, having catfights, or wielding weapons. Occasionally a familiar face jumped out from the grey mish-mash. Dawn Marie blowing a kiss at the camera or catfighting with Francine. Beulah spraying hairspray in Tommy Dreamer's eyes and then making out with Kimona. Then the Sandman. Dressed in stars and stripes pants and a red t- shirt, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and a kendo stick in one hand, Woman clad in a black velvet dress brandishing the ECW World Championship belt. Everything stripped down to its bare essentials, it was all smoky vivid violence and undiluted sex
Then blood. Lots of it. Raven with his face painted in a horrific crimson mask. Sandman cutting himself by smashing a beer can on his forehead after draining it. Blood splattering the canvas in horrific raindrops. Tommy Dreamer being decimated to the mat in a DDT. Paul Heyman cutting a usually intense promo in the back with his ever present baseball cap on. Mikey Whipwreck squeaking out a victory. The Pitbulls with thick iron collars around their necks racing their way to the ring. Cactus Jack grinning in that maniacal way, his eyes glinting dangerously.
Then WCW. Gouging at Scotty Riggs eyes, Riggs standing mesmerised in front of the Flock. Kanyon being pushed into a swimming pool by Sandman. Chastity dragged a canvas bin of weapons to the ring then popping out the same bin brandishing a fire extinguisher to blind Bam Bam Bigalow. Hak covered in barbed wire as he made his way to the ring. Chastity dropping in a headbutt towards Raven. The members of the Flock betraying him and abandoning him. Perry Saturn handing him a tag team championship belt.
Then nothing. Just darkness. Raven opened his eyes and blinked slowly, taking in the eerie blue light. Molly stirred quietly under his hand. He looked out to the snow, taking in its beauty again. He wondered briefly how beautiful Molly would look with snowflakes covering her eyelashes. She'd now seen into his past, deeper than he'd let her before.
"It's all so confused" she murmured quietly "I can feel it all but it all feels wrong like it shouldn't have happened"
"It did and there was nothing we could do to stop it, Tommy and I, we were bound by hate and blood to fight through the ages until heaven's gates close before us and we're left in purgatory"
Molly nodded then abruptly got to her feet. There was a determination in her face which made him smile. It reminded him that her spirit was so free and independent that he would never even try to capture it. She was not to be captured, contained or changed in anyway. That had happened too much already and her soul was thickly scarred forever.
"Come with me"
She took one of his hands in her's and led him outside into the snow. It coated everything in a frosty sweet covering and he could feel the snow dappling his shoulders. Despite the chill in the air, he didn't shiver. The cold didn't affect him. Molly smiled up to the sky and the snowflakes fell softly on her face, softening her precise make-up. It was a beautiful sight. He felt an urge inside to paint her in all her snow dappled glory but knew it would never do her justice.
"This is the world we live in Raven" she said at last, bringing her face back down to normal level "I can see and feel your pain, it's the same as mine but Chastity is here and she's real, just like this snow, she betrayed you and now after everything she is the one with the Sandman after your blood history"
"It's a way of our life, ECW shapes us in mysterious ways" Raven replied, mesmerised by her snow flaked hair "we allow ourselves to become animals, stripped down to our instincts and the desire to tear each other apart, there is no love, only hate"
"Do you accept your past?"
He smiled at her, a smile that spoke of everything that had happened between himself and the Sandman. Molly hadn't seen Sandman's wife Lori and his son Tyler as they became Raven's followers for a while; she hadn't seen Tyler cane his own father. She hadn't seen half the bloody beauty he'd wrecked on that sorry carcass of an ex-champion. She would one day when she found it in his head.
"I always have accepted it" he replied to her "I am reconciled to the forces that shaped me and made me the way I am as I stand before you"
"Then that's the way it should be, the world isn't pure white like snow but in our minds, its darkness splattered with blood red"
Raven nodded and extended a hand to her. Molly took it and they walked back into the house together. Molly sat on the couch and after a moment of taking her in, a vision of snowflakes on oak brown hair, blood red lips and coffee black eyes, Raven sat beside her. There was a calming peace between them that filled his soul and quelled the angry aching that Chastity has brought to the surface. She reminded him of the mindless betrayals that had been inflicted on him and the way people just dismissed him because he was a grunge child of a disenchanted generation. He had learned to feed off the crowd's hate; their cheers were not what he desired. Molly had learned that too. It brought them together, in the rafters that night.
Slowly he lowered his head to her lap and lay there, drinking in the peace. Her gentle hand stroked over his stubbly head. There was peace between them until the next storm.