Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 18:33:34 GMT -5
The metal scrapped as I placed it back on the table.
The room was silent now, so silent you could hear the mice... or the rats.... scurrying in the dark corners of the floor.
They would have a feast until I found the chance to clean up.
I brought my wet hand up to remove a few rebel strands of hair from my face.
Tucked behind my ear as I rubbed my hands on my pants.
They were sticky... I felt... sticky.
But alive....
Walking over to the stainless steel sink I pressed my foot on the pedal as warm water started pouring.
I ran my hands under them, letting the water heat up as I rubbed them.
The water was a awkward orange at first but soon faded to pink as I worked up my arms.
It always crawled up my forearms, not matter how careful I was.
Guess I was just into my work....
I shook my hands, letting some of the excess water splatter against the back of the sink in the process.
Turning back my tools I grabbed a pack of cigarettes.
Taking one I lit it... taking the smell in before putting it on the bench... and settling the pack where I had them.
Nasty little habit... I broke the sensation for wanting one between my fingers. Taking it between my lips and slowly suffocating myself... yeah I broke that.
But that fucking smell... It was the drug I craved.
Just the smell...
I waited for the smoke to dissipate into the air before I turned my back on the whole mess I had created.
No remorse... No regrets... I had a goal.
Thy WWE...
That's where this little cluster fuck was leading me.
I suppose it was about time before I would find myself signing the dotted line again.
I walked to the old freight elevator, opening the door with a 'woosh' followed by a thud as the doors opened.
Stepping inside I pulled the doors shut as they clanked.
Pressing the button 'M' the elevator jerked to life, creaking as it raised the two floors.
I waited as it stopped, well as it jolted to a stop. The first few times I had nearly lost some balance... but I was used to it now.
3 Months...
3 months I had lived here.
Opening the door I stepped out and headed straight for the fridge, grabbing a glass of water.
Taking a drink as I made my way for the restroom, sitting the cup down on the table along the way.
Once inside I stripped as the hot water was turned on.
Pulling the tye from my hair I let it flow and fall free as steam quickly started filling the room.
Hot water helped prevent staining. As I pushed the curtain aside with my shoulder I stepped into the shower, turning my back.
Letting the water beat down, I brought my arms up and rested them on opposite shoulders.
They had no idea what was coming... Lilith... The Goddess...
That was me... and I wasn't some rookie nor was a washed up has been.
No I was something completely knew, before it was fun, it passed the time and cured an itch I could never seem to quite scratch.
I was still in my prime.
And I was prepared to show that to whoever stepped up against me.
I had the information that it would be Troy Motors and Jax Skyes...
I could sit and do my homework, I could waste days going over footage.
But that wasn't my style, my style was go in and get the job done.
They didn't know shit about me and I didn't know shit about them, that was what made this...
FUN.
So I'm going into Raw and I'm walking out with my name being called victorious.
Simple as that, because I'm a monster no one can prepare for.
I'm a fucking Goddess, they will worship the ground I walk on.
I will have them grovel at my feet as I pass.
I will dominate them, show them how I am simply that much better.
How I am the Immortal they need fear...
I turned in the shower to face the water, closing my eyes as I tiled my head up, letting all of the filth of the day wash away.
Running down my body and into the drain as I finally moved my hands.
Running them over my hair as I shifted my head back, letting the water cascade down my face now.
My hands found themselves against the wall as I leaned in, resting my upper body weight on them.
Victory...
That was what was required here, find what you needed...
Watch your back and keep your head up.
Start your chaos and discord with Troy and Jax...
Show them as the examples....
My concentration was broken by the sound of the elevator descending.
Not bothering to turn off the shower I quickly washed the stains from my porcelain skin.
Stepping out as the elevator returned, it should be Nero.
I peeked my head from around the door as a female figure turned the corner.
Her dark eyes catching mine as I grabbed the towel from the rack.
"Have a seat, I'll be out in a minute Nero."
The thought of her having free access to my place was slightly unnerving, especially given Remmi... but so far we've played civil.
Civil...
What was that shit anymore?
I started drying my hair before slipping into a simple black dress that hung right above the knees.
Slipping the small spaghetti straps over my shoulders as I let the mangled hair fall, it was dry enough.
I threw the towel into the basket as I walked out into the rest of my home.
My home... It was an old warehouse that I managed to secure relativity cheap and with cash.
Cash didn't leave a trail and cash kept mouths shut.
And of course a false name on the building made the trail even less.
It was nice, 4 floors when I really only needed 3 for my needs, so the bottom floor I left it as it was.
Minus the updates for security however I left the dust and the few forgotten treasures.
Anyone who was desperate enough to break in would find it for face value... an abandoned warehouse, good for nothing but a night off the street.
It was the next three floors that I cared about, making sure the freight elevator could be powered off and on at my will was easy.
No unneeded visitors who decided to press their curiosity.
It did after all... kill the cat.
So many whiskers....
Off subject, my home...
A art studio for my sanity...
A studio for my business...
And last but not least, a living quarters to lay my hat at the end of the day....
That was all I needed... right?
Walking out of the elevator you greeted to an open space, this made up my living room.
The kitchen was to the left, a few counters, a couple of cupboards and an island.
To the right, a door connected to a wall that wasn't on the original blue prints.
That was me.
It lead to the bedrooms, master and two guests.
Now let's venture behind the elevator to where I was emerging from.
Another fabricated wall that was just the rest room and a mock gym setup in the corner.
It was mine and Nero was sitting between the 'gym' and the kitchen.
A high table top that served as my dining table, for the few guests that ever appeared.
She was already reading why I had called her... and well... her face didn't look too pleased.
I knew that was going to happen.... I knew a lot after all, even why she was about to tell me no.
"No one is going to eat you, well... no one you don't want to that is."
"Lilith."
It was a warning as she didn't even bother to look up from the contract... that clearly had her name on it.
"I know, no boy toy talk. Back to the contract.
A piece I need in there and it wouldn't hurt having someone with my back."
I stopped walking as Nero got to her feet, by this point I had made it to the table.
Grabbing the glass of water I had left behind, rubbing the smudge of blood from it before taking a drink.
"I'll think about it."
Her answer was short and sweet... Just like Nero.
Never putting all of the cards on the table.
I knew she would join, she always did.
That's why I had already signed her up... I'd deal with the consequences later.
She grabbed the paper and headed for the elevator as I stood there.
Keeping that twisted smile I'm known for contorted on my face.
I had been told I looked like I ate the canary...
Like I always knew something they didn't...
Well... Thy WWE... Time to find out.
