an official alexis morrison roleplay of darkness
"So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little."
★ STEPHEN KING ★
★ ★ intro narration ★ ★
There are some stories that should never be told. Inside the greatest of all folklore once held a darker, more sinister meaning behind their written word to send little boys and girls into trepidation instead of a nights slumber under a starry night. We live in a world that wishes to erase those darker tales because we believe we can control the things that haunted our ancestors for centuries. Legends that should never been forgotten have now been sugar-coated. There will always be evil within this world, a vengeance that needs hatred, providing a simple cover won’t save children from reality.
"Soul Eater - SCW Episode 001"
Date: Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Location: Interstate 71 North; Unknown Location
Black wings appear flapping under the dead of night against a strong current, as a grassy ground of trees and small hills pass its small frame heading into an unknown destination. Instantly, we begin hearing sounds of a piano play within our heads taking you to a place of childish, but unfamiliarity and uneasy start to blur changing the tone darker as the ride from this blacken demon of feathers continues fighting the coming elements of autumn. The moon overcasts the visible creature shadowing the body, if only by one section until suddenly it dives down getting lower to a nearby street passing vehicles left and right, this is where my eyes spot what many believe are carriers of the dead as it shots off into the distances and I crank up the audio inside the truck pushing the pedal while keeping my eyes on the road.
It was my next Sin City Wrestling performance after winning that tag team match three weeks back with Gerrit. Unknowingly to our opponents, they didn’t expect to see us pulling away the victory and chalking up one for a different tone that continues to spell darker days ahead for SCW. This week, I am once again placed in a match against Vixen, but this time it’s for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. I could care less about the championship name. Because I was never in favor of such sexist terms in any past company, can’t start now. But it’s what the title represents with the amount of chaos that draws me in. I wanted it for that reason allow. Vixen wasn’t going to “outfox” me, again.
This was my rise and my redemption to bring those who are quick to judge me and crucify them under their false belief that I am nothing more than a scared little girl. I turn my head toward Sarah for a moment, seeing her place her left leg firmly on the leather seat of my truck exposing her leg tattoo.
“It is almost time for the Age of Arrival. Soon, what few of been for centuries warned would happen will finally become a reality, and the sky shall drip with innocent blood. Are you ready, sweet kitty?”
“Mistress, I am.” She spoke softly pressing her legs against her breast, “You have long predicated this moment and crucified those who stood against you in the other company. Their heads on stakes waiting for his arrival, room for a sixth has been reserved for Vixen. I will follow you into the dark abyss. It’s almost as if he was whispering in management’s ear to give you a birthday present to remember.”
“Yes, what a gift from him I will have to win the SCW Bombshell Roulette.”
“Is it sad, that it’s contested under a ‘Christianized’ holiday theme? Those hypocrite assholes changed a holiday to be feared into a candy selling commercialism. Yet, they seemly dismiss the days of ruling under the Templers and hunting people who oppose their belief and kill them in cold blood.”
My hair blows against the force of his graceful breath. Its windy embodiment lifts strings of locks up from resting on my shoulders, as I turn my attention back to the vaguely visible roads.
“It is sad, sweet kitten. This themed event will never live up to the origins of the holiday it so tryingly wants to represent. What we will get is nothing more than a special event with cheap costumes like all those thousands of specials that have flooded the world since the days before Charlie Brown. Unlike them, I do not try believe in false idols. Vixen will not escape again from the claws of his wraith and live to tell.”
“The entire world will watch as she bleeds onto the mat begging, pleading to be released from her earthly body from experiencing something Vixen could only imagine.”
Oh how true those lasting words REALLY are. I want to look into Vixen’s eyes and show to the world how fear can even strike the toughest opponent in all of Sin City Wrestling. This was my shot to walk away with a title that has single-handedly meant pure chaos in the male-side matches.
“It is only a matter of time.”
Trees are showed from the side window blowing by. Sarah turned while twisting her hair. “Is it safe that we are heading to the Asylum during this close to the veil becoming such a thin cracker these days?”
“Don’t me such a pussy, kitten. The disease has long been cleaned out, and I’ll hold your hand.”
I smirked; I couldn’t show doubt this close to a true horror factory full of the worse event in American history. It was true though, the place where we would venture wasn’t some fake location turned into a haunted hotspot over night. This had true history and sightings to back it up. I wasn’t going to live that fucking ring without proving my mark in this company; if I gained the championship then I would be shown as a person within the division seen as a threat to the norms. Vixen grew up without knowing her parents. I couldn’t say the same, as my own mother was the first to taste death from my birth. She was without a doubt my very first victim to bow before him. While there is little knowledge surrounding her life, there is a lot of common knowledge about me. Wrestling wasn’t my first choice in this business; in fact I really never found the appeal like Vixen had for her toughness in the army. Fighting to me didn’t involve battles overseas or using a gun in a firing range. When I fight, I fight to draw buckets of blood.
Vixen may have won the first time we met in a triple threat, but that won’t matter when she meets a focused opponent that is SUICIDAL, FEARED, and DANGEROUS inside the squared-circle. I do not act like most people in this sport. What they see is who I am every single day outside Sin City Wrestling. There is no play time is over bullshit after the cameras cut, I am the real deal that neither Vixen nor SCW can ever deny.
Suddenly, the moonlight escapes from between the few trees surrounding Kentucky. Its wildlife was out in full force on this devilish night until the brightness faded, giving away the long hours of its illuminating glow since nightfall. My eyes gravitated up as thy moon turned a dark red.
“He has given you his blessing, Mistress. Should we pull over and give thanks?”
“No kitten, we must march forward if we are to send a message to Vixen for the coming days. The Elders would do that for us. There must be blood spilled on this unholy time. There must be a sacrifice in the name of the Brotherhood for him to smite those who oppose his order.” I instructed, shifting the gears hard sending my pickup full speed ahead to a destination yet to be revealed, as we fade out to the sound of the engine blasting through the music.
WAVERLY HILLS SANATORIUM - Opening on July 26, 1910, the hospital was designed to house victims of a deadly strain of disease known as tuberculosis that attacks its host internal lungs, among other body parts spreading around by a simple cough. It has claimed the deaths of thousands, rivaling that of a similar case called the Black Death. Waverly Hills Sanatorium was said to be the tuberculosis center of United States seeing many patients causing the two-story building to be overflowed with the sick. Unknowingly to many patients, this was the place they would ever see again. Over a thousand would soon die within these walls and being set down a long enclosed chute to be transformed secretly to waiting trains in the valley below. Those that knew about it described it as the Death Tunnel.
The hospital would undergo re-constructions over the years to add with demand until reaching its five story mark. Waverly Hills Sanatorium isn’t without stories of suicide and madness. Stories that the locators try to forget but still loom in their minds – both avoided women. Officially, it would remain open until 1961 before reopening under the Woodhaven Geriatric Center one year later. Soon rumors began, that many claim was really a front for darker purposes as an insane asylum leading to it closing in 1982.
The Waverly Hills Sanatorium still stands today overlooking the area which once carried the dead out in the tunnel down to the ground below. Reports of spirit activity have made it the “Most Haunted Hospitals in Eastern North America.” Some report seeing shadow people lurking within the halls of the location whose thought to be the spirits of the once living patients, objects moving on their own, even legends of a giant male that roams the upper level...
Once you check-in... you will never check out...
Date:
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Location: Waverly Hills Sanatorium; Louisville, Kentucky
There it stood, as imitating as any horror movie in modern memory. I remember while other children would be reading fairy tales that since loss its meaning I would be reading about things of death. It interested me growing up with idols such as The Blood Countess. Waverly Hills was my Disney Land Castle, and it looked beautiful in the dead of night as the stars twinkle behind its dominating structure like it was back when it was first housing people from all over. We are transported to film shots taken of the inside of this abandoned hospital from different parts of each floor governing this dark place, as we notice some windows have no glass protecting anyone from the outside elements. The camera picks up something in one of the buildings many halls within the fourth floor. A large black mass covers half the area blocking any light from bouncing off normally, something was there staring directly at you as if it could see right through the camera and into your homes. It seems to be observing from afar creeping into your thoughts of evil things. It quickly disappears.
We fade into the roof patio area where it is said that a nurse fell to her death shortly after it had first opened its doors to the public. Children as well as adults were often sent here as part of a treatment believing that exposure to sunlight would ease the trouble people since the grounds were strictly off limits. The swing set stands swaying against the current and in a single dark corner, I appear from beyond its darkness with my hair pulled up, my arms crossed tightly approaching the camera.
“Vixen, I’d like to apologize for derailing that thought of your recent title win tactics used against Karina Koji last month to virtually be meaningless against me. Yeah, I get that you have a win over me but that was when I had not been at my best like I am now. You can claim that over my head if you wish, however, that will only do you as much good as the few who have beaten you in the ring.”I glanced around my surroundings with my hair shining helplessly the will of nature’s divine beauty. It was obviously, that I wasn’t in the safety of Las Vegas and her glimmering lights. In fact I am as far away from Sin City as one could possibly be. My ears can hear the delightful screams coming from below.
“Vixen,” I say with such careful wording upon my lips. My eyes focus back onto the camera’s lens,
“this is your final days not just as a champion of Sin City Wrestling, but these are your final days on this holy realm before I place you as a sacrifice for my master. I have known pain, and I wish to share these thoughts with you before striking down the final blow to your heart. I know what happens inside an asylum – a real asylum – because I was once committed, abandoned by my father. It wasn’t until the moment his grace came to me and proved he was watching me.”Zoom of the cameras reveal a detailed look of my face under make-up. It zooms out, allowing me to fully make small circles in full high def picture and my arms hug together before sway against apart from my lower torso as I spin thinking about that moment, then I dramatically turn.
“He spoke to me as if saying that the world shall burn for what it has done for his followers. That he has always stood behind them when times of need – that many rejected him!” A slight laugh escapes, “but not me. I needed him to free me and I would help in destroying this planet and watch as they come to me asking for their salivation, and their forgiveness. You say satanic worshiper, but actually I feel for you if that’s all you people got to attack me with. That must mean you fear me a lot than you’re letting on.”
“I hope you dare not follow that path, kitten. I want you to free from those naysayers who judge me. I want you to do what many could not achieve. That my skull be cracked, blood dripping down my face uncontrollably onto the floors of that place. Our match will no doubt have a “Halloween” element thrown into the mix like others will. Let’s just hope for your sake that you get the job done or I could very well bury you alive if that becomes the case at SCW Climax Control.”I start to kick the various pebbles lowering my head, pacing myself. Many thoughts would soon surface to my mind that would give even Stephen King nightmares for the rest of his life.
“These are times that truly test a champion on their toughness level. And with someone like myself, I could feel your warm blood splatter onto my skin. I want to torture you, you know kitten? I want to figure out just how come you have managed to remind a top superstar here for so long and not truly be facing tougher opponents like myself? My feet will become that of full force impact, I’ll make every move in our dance count and watch as the claws of Hell itself pulls you down.”Who knows maybe I’ll feed her to that which frights her most. Vixen doesn’t have the guts to get on my level of offense, and she knows it. This isn’t Play Time with G.I. Jane. This was war. Shadows are show behind me where the old emergency stairs were still dodging the camera’s view. In another angle, the camera picks on the side of my face just as I brush my hair back and raise my chin up proudly. It goes back to a view of my front as my eyes pierce the camera lens.
“Trick or Treat, Vixen. Now give me my title.”Those would become the last words I would say. And the camera would soon be transported once more to that same hallway on the fourth floor. We suddenly see a ball bounce out of nowhere, as we slowly begin to fade to blackness.
Date: Friday, October 26, 2012
Location: Townsend Funeral Home; Dixon, Kentucky
Lights are turned on inside the place where the dead rest until meeting their final journey into the afterlife. Footsteps are heard walking across this firm tile approaching one of the storage units in the middle section against the wall, panning the camera as it follows this person and they pull on the handle rolling out a seemly lifeless body strapped in a body bag. They slowly start to unzip it from the bottom to the top, and sure enough there is my body lying against the cold steel bed. My hair is so bright red, and my eyes shut as if I were sleeping a peaceful sleep. We get an image of the front allowing us to notice the tools and the handy work of a live autopsy showing off the craftsmanship.
“You appear so pretty,” the familiar voice says as they stroke my hair. I open my green eyes to a world that appeared not of my own anymore. I grin as we finally see Sarah’s face.
“Pretty won’t win you brownie points, kitten. It seems peaceful to rest among those of the deceased and they don’t seem to mind sharing the company. I think I needed that good rest before I fight against Vixen and her fist of fury, All-American bullshit. I can’t tell you the thoughts I’ve had being locked inside this stage unit for the pass few hours. I really need to harm that little bitch until there is simply nothing left.”
“Do you think she is prepared for her place in this war?”
At this time I stood up fixing small areas of clothing, so that perverts wouldn’t get themselves a free show or call me out to be some porn star. I am not that cheap. Then, I place a rubber band in my mouth before pulling up my hair into a ponytail, tie it with the band, and let it fall down across my back.
“She better be. I’m not the same person I was the last time she fought me. I care not how much spin Vixen tries to justify the current match. This isn’t then – it’s now. And mommy’s out for blood.”
“Yeah, if she thinks this is another walk in the park then she needs to go back to the military for some new lessons on how to prepare for an enemy. But really, do they need to make an enemy out of you, Mistress? What have you done to the world for them to dislike you so?”
“They hate what they fear, kitty. It is what happened to the old ways of this once Pagan Holiday when the Christian’s came in the dead of night and made the people convert. They feared them.”
“What about you, Mistress? What do you fear?”
Simple question deserves a fitting answer, I thought to myself.
“I fear nothing, kitten. Now go grab me a soda, I’ve been locked inside for a few hours and need a coke to satisfy my taste buds before getting hold of Vixen’s sweet nectar of life.”
But ‘twas not true. I did fear something and I could feel my body liking more and more of its kind. It was the thought of being burned alive since I am a Wiccan by nature… people they never seem to have changed since the days of the Salem Witch Hunt and will look down on you for being different. As opposed there was such a thing to begin with. Now-a-days it’s death by social media. “Yes, Mistress.”
“That’s a good girl. I think I’ll be joining you in a sec, I have to grab my things,” I responded lowering my eyebrows as she turns away my eyes noticed Sarah’s tight ass. Soon the ranks of the Brotherhood will be pleased by my progress of victims and massacre I am sure to cause before the Age of Arrival comes.
Looking at my neighbors in the operation table awaiting their last check up, I grab my things and pushed my ass off the hardness of the steel bed and walked over curiously wanting to sneak a peek. I pull off the blue sheet covering to the middle of their body to find ‘twas a young woman no more than in her mid-twenties, 5’1 and had an injury to her head. Rigormortis has slowly started to set in on the beautiful thing. Blood and body fluids are just waiting to escape the body it once called home. This was a nice sight to behold. I lift her arm up, popping the joints a little and listening to the sound of it cracking from the force I applied. Lowering myself, I whispered something in her ear before kissing the woman and exiting the scene with one more glance back as the scene finally ends in totally black as I turn off the lights.
words: an assload!
outfits:Alexis Scene 001, Sarah Scene 001, Alexis Scene 002, Alexis Scene 003, Sarah Scene 003
music for episode: "Resurrection" by The Drowning Season
leftover notes: All images found here were designed for the Beauty & Death 2.1 modified layout, which was made by Stephen Heller for the use of Alexis Morrison. All Eyes On Me by Voices of Destiny Lyrics was used as shown. Hope everyone enjoys this role-play. Good luck Annie!
