Post by Goth on Mar 16, 2024 16:53:21 GMT -5
Dreams
“No…. please, stay away from me.”
We see Goth in bed while suffering from a nightmare, tossing and turning inside the bed as we see anguish upon his face and sweat pouring from his forehead. We see Melissa fast asleep, not noticing her husband suddenly sit up after waking up, taking deep breath as he curses to himself for having another nightmare.
He slowly pushes the bedsheet off of him and places his feet outside the bed. He looks over his shoulder towards his wife and sighs of relief that she is fast asleep.
“Thank God that she hasn’t noticed it. ”
He turns his head towards the bathroom door, slowly getting to his feet as he walks over towards the bathroom and turns on the light after entering it. He slowly walks over towards the bathroom sink and places both hands upon each side before turning on the cold water, slowly moving his hands towards the water and holds the together as a bowl before splashing it into his face as he lets out a sigh. Feeling the shivers up and down his spine as the cold water comes in contact with his skin, lowering his head as he starts to remember the dream that was haunting him.
“That vile bitch of an Ashe.”
He mutters, causing his fingers to dig into the sink as the anger starts to built inside of him. He had been plagued by the same nightmare for the past weeks, to the point that he had been trying to find solutions for the dreams to stop. He looks at the medicine cabinet that is behind the mirror above the sink, considering whether he should grab himself some sleeping pills or not.
“I’m slowly going crazy…”
He splashes his face several times before putting his head underneath the cold water as the cold water causes his spine to tense for a few moments. Sending shivers up and down his back before finally relaxing again as he starts to search for a towel to dry his face and hair with.
He looks back towards the bedroom, where the light of the bathroom grants him the outlining of his bed and the curves of his beautiful wife. He lowers his head for a moment, wanting to just walk back to his bed and curl up against her. But is reluctant to do so in fear of waking her up, knowing that she will immediately notice his suffering and ask him the questions that he dreads hearing.
“Come on Gerrit, you are a multi times world champion and you are afraid of some stinking dream??”
He is about to punch the wall, but stops at the final moment as the realization starts to creep in.
“I can’t lose my control, especially with this important match coming up… As well as that stupid doll… I need to contain my composure…”
He is about to move towards the bedroom after letting out another sigh, but falls down upon his knees at the very moment that he wanted to take the first step. The lack of feeling in his muscles causes him to get upset, trying to slap some feeling back into his legs but to no reaction. The panic is visible upon his face when he looks up to the bedroom, trying to call for his wife as no sound can be heard coming out of his mouth. The panic starts to increase, he starts to feel the floor turn from a hard surrounding to water that starts to raise up to his body.
“What the??”
The panic increases as he tries to grab hold of the sink, noticing that the water comes flowing over the edge of the sink as well as from the toilet. He desperately attempts to stop the flow of the water, but is his hands have turned into fists that he cannot open. He looks at his hands as he starts to realize that they have turned into bricks. His arms become heavier and heavier as well as the water starts to rise and rise.
“This can’t be happening…. I must be dreaming!!!”
Goth starts to hit himself with the brick hands, trying to beat some sense into himself in the hope of hitting himself during his dream in order to wake up. Only to realize that it had not worked and the water is already around his throat.
“Please wake up!!!!”
He suddenly snaps out of his dream, staring into the large and worried look of his wife as she hovers over him in panic.
“What is going on??”
He asks as he looks at his wife that lets out a sigh of relief.
“Damnit Gerrit, you were almost destroying our bed while having a nightmare!! I was trying to wake you up for ten minutes!! ”
The shock on his face tells it all, causing him to fall in her arms while starting to cry. Feeling shiver runs down his spine as the two hold each other in an intimate embrace that causes him to calm down. He starts to whisper thank you over and over again in her ear as she consoles him by telling how much she loves him.
The shot slowly widens, moving away from their bedroom as we see a figure standing in the hallway that leads to the couples bedroom as we see two shining eyes glow in the darkness before slowly turning around. The camera slowly follows the figure, the outlines of the silhouette tells us that it is a woman but we cannot tell who it is. The figure stops at a wedding picture of Goth and Melissa, where the two hold each other’s hands while giving each other their wedding vows. The figure then turns her attention towards an older wedding picture of Goth and his first wife Sapphira, grabbing it in her hands as she lets her nails softly scratch across the glass fabric of the picture framer that the picture is inside of.
“I need to go to the bathroom Mel…”
We hear Goth say, causing the figure stiffen up as she snaps her head towards the bedroom light that is shining into the hallway from the bedroom. There we see a shadow of Goth moving around the bed before vanishing again as he enters the bathroom, causing the figure to turn her attention back towards the wedding picture. Deciding to ripping the wedding picture out of the picture frame and squeezes it in her hand before letting out a soft laugh. She then moves past the camera as she walks towards the living room door to the hallway, quickly opening it as we see for the very first time that she is wearing a dark long rain coat that hides her figure and identity as the shot turns towards the bedroom as Goth looks into the hallway, believing he had heard something.
“What’s wrong sweetie??”
Goth’s head turns around for a few more moments before shrugging and turns his attention back towards his wife.
“Nah nothing, I just thought I heard a door being opened and closed. But I guess I am still experiencing the after effects of my dream.”
He closes the door to the bedroom as the camera turns back towards the picture frame that is now empty while a small light shines upon it from somewhere as the shot slowly fades.
My brother my brother
The shot opens up where the camera stares at a chalkboard where the following was written
“Was it worth it??”
The camera pans out as we hear footsteps can be heard, we see Goth walk towards the chalkboard as his eyes are transfixed upon the chalkboard. He slowly nods his head as his eyes cock towards the camera as he shows a cold stare upon his face.
“Today I want to talk about an important subject, a subject that I need to get off my chest before I can turn my intention upon destroying a cockroach in Jenny Myst.
His jawline tightens as his eyes remain focused upon the chalkboard, he takes a few steps towards it as he extends his arm and places his right hand next to the question mark.
“It has taken me quite some time to find the right words to express myself, to express the pain that I feel in my heart. Realizing that I need to hurt someone that I consider my brother, yet we all know that even brothers argue and fight. Yet this is beyond an argument and beyond a fight, this is close to betrayal… and we all know that I can forgive and forget mistakes. But this my brother Bane, this is not a mistake isn’t it??”
He swallows a few times, causing his Adam Apple to move up and down his throat as we clearly can see emotions is taking over.
“Am I resentful that you became number one contender for the world title Mac? Oh no, I have always known that you would be the biggest threat to any champion out there. So no, I am not resentful or jealous over the fact that you parade around the arena with that championship belt. But I resent you for deliberately hurting me in the in the fashion that you did.”
“I already know that you would tell me that I would do the same, so stop whining.”
The thin lines around his mouth slowly rises up in a sinister smile, chuckling over his statement as this is something that Mac Bane would say to anyone, including towards his very own brother.
“And I would tell you that you were absolutely right, but there’s a difference between desperation and being deliberate. Because after watching the replay of our match I could tell that there was no desperation to be found upon your face. And all I need to know my brother, was it worth it??”
“It is like Peter telling complete stranger that he was not a part of that man from Nazareth until he heard the rooster crow. Where their eyes met and the realization had struck him that he had done the one thing that he had promised he would never do. But then again, nobody can alter a prophecy from happening can’t they??”
He starts to chew upon his lower lip, trying to control his anger that is brewing inside of him as he starts to scratch his nails against the chalkboard.
“But who was the one that wasn’t listening Mac? Because even though you put me into the confliction of being a false prophet, it was you that prophesise that you would do anything that you had to do to win…. And I guess Mac, you were right.”
“But you do have to realize that hunting season is upon us and I am ready to hunt me some boar.”
His eyes are fixated upon the chalkboard as the anger starts to grow inside of him when we witness the first drops of sweat starting to pour from his forehead.
“A nice, thick, meaty boar. A boar that I have had in my sights since that given day that you deliberately removed me from your existence Mac. A move that told me that you wished to move on in this life without acknowledging my love, my existence and my compassion. And even though I cannot alter the decision in your life… I can still put you in misery as the decision that you took was wrong!!!!”
He takes his head off the chalk board, breathing heavily into the fabric of his expensive jacket as his eyes are trying to find something to focus on as he starts to talk through the fabric of his jacket.
“I accept that in battle that you put your hands upon each other, hell I am not one of the weaker heart. That was the main reason why you selected me in the first place to join you in the Saviors, but is this your way to turn your back on me Mac?? BECAUSE NOBODY TURNS HIS BACK UPONT HE MESSIAH!!!!”
He screams out loud as he yanks his head back towards the chalk board, feeling the muscles in his neck and shoulder region tense as his emotional state becomes a violent one. Digging his knuckles into the chalk board after removing his fingers that slowly turned white due to the pressure he had put upon them.
“Let bygone be bygones!! Let us all sit around a bar, open up a few bottles of whiskey and talk about the good old times!! Because why would we want to ruin a good friendship over a misunderstanding huh???!!!!”
We see tears flow from his eyes as he violently rubs the sleeve of his jacket against the tearful eyes, causing the redness around his eyes to become more visible.
“HELL!! Tell our sister Kat C. Jones how much we love her, tell her that we will shake hands and be all forgiven. All the while you will ride into the sunset knowing that you pulled a fast one upon me, telling your beloved wife that I stepped into another pile of shit all because of a bigger cause that we both believe in right??”
“And tell me my brother? What cause have you been trying to go after?? The cause of holding that championship belt?? The cause of sucker punching everyone that comes in your way?? The cause of ripping my heart out of my chest and hold it in front of my eyes and watch it turn black?? Well brother!! Can you blame me for doing the same!!! Can you blame me for telling OUR sister that I do not regret taking a piece of your soul? Will she understand when I tell her that this coming Monday I have forgone our love for each other for one single night??”
“Do you think she will understand?? Or should I ask forgiveness from Kim Pain?? Another woman that is as close to our hearts as my wife. Tell me Mac, was that your plan all along?? If so, was it worth it??”
He closes his eyes, trying to resist the temptation to cry some more as he puts his left hand against the left side of his face and starts to scratch.
“Because I don’t think you exactly understand what is going on Mac!! Hell, to you it is all about putting on that sharade that wants to convince Cholo that you got a death grip upon that gold belt. And hell, knowing the Mac Bane from SCW then I would tell the whole world that you do!! But this isn’t me fighting to be next in line for that belt Mac!! Oh no, it is not even me proving a point towards Jenny fucking Myst!!”
He is silent for a moment as the scratching increases, causing his cheek to slowly turn red before he finally stops.
“This is going to be the most personal confrontation in my entire life Mac, even more personal than the one I had with Joe Montuori. Hell, that was me facing a juvenile delinquent. But this coming Monday it is blood, it is mano a mano. It is respect, it is love that has gone sour. It is me proving to you that YOU need to stand in my shadow instead of the other way around my brother. Hell, do you want to give it all up because of what YOU did?? Because you have seen what I am capable off when I want to extract MY revenge. When I want to extract MY law upon you mortals that roam this earth!! And hell, even you my brother… you are nothing BUT a mortal, while I should be the last one that you had disgraced in front of the entire world. Telling everyone that you wanted nothing to do from me….. telling the world that I was nothing more than a piece of shit, so again Mac?? Was it worth it??”
He turns his face towards the camera and remains silent for several minutes, granting us a view of his face that shows doubt creeping upon his mind.
“And I have to admit, I have had vile visions throughout my career Mac, I have had thoughts of telling the world that I wanted to end it all and perish. I wanted to take opportunities to sell my soul in order to be the very best. And let me tell you brother, even though it may seem as if everything that you touch turns into gold. That in the long run, you will end up with even less than you have ever bargained for. But I guess people need to experience shame before they turn into a better person don’t they??”
“But does this mean after telling you that I do not care about climbing that ladder to be the very next that challenges you for that belt Mac that you don’t have to fear my intent?? Does this mean that I will enter this ring expecting that you have heard these words and learned from it?? That I can look into your eyes and tell that you have become a changed man??”
“I will see the exact same vile son of a bitch that I stood across the ring with the last time we fought Mac.”
“The problem for you is that you won’t recognize the man that gazes back at you, nut until that final bell has rang. And this does not mean that I will tell the world that I will beat you, because I would be lying if I would expect an easy victory. But I intend to beat the reality into you that it better had be worth it… because I am going to beat the final piece of respect out of you and hold it in front of YOUR darkened eyes. Because only I can decide the fact that betraying me is NEVER WORTH IT!! So do me a favour Mac, sleep well he coming days. Tell your wife that I love her as I love you, tell Kat that I didn’t wanted to do this… But that I will grant you a second opportunity after I destroyed you… And you better take it my brother… because I can tell you it is worth it.”
With that Goth places his hand upon the camera as the shot fades.