Post by: GoddessoftheDead on February 21, 2013, 09:37:27 PM
“I have passed by the Palace, and it was an abyt – bird which brought you to me. Hail to you, you who flew up to the sky, the white and shining bird which guards the white Crown. I shall be with you and I shall join the Great God; make a way for me that I may pass on it.”
Spell 76 – Book of the Dead
The scene opens on one of the many suburban part of Las Vegas. The street seemed almost to quiet in the late afternoon sun, but a few people moved about doing their daily chores, while children played in the front yards, and a few of the young ladies tried to get that perfect tan before spring break began. The camera moves down the street until it comes to a rest at a newly abandoned home. The boards on the windows were still new and without a blemish, and the windows that were exposed were still in one piece. The pool had been drained, except for small puddles that had gathered at the bottom of it. The back sliding door was ajar, and the long flowing white curtains looked like that they had been ripped by an animal as they moved in a light breeze. The camera moves inside and we see a horrific scene. Bodies and parts lay around the floor, and fresh blood was splattered against the pure white walls. A large pentagram had been burned into the floor, and the circle of salt had been broken as if something had escaped and killed everyone in the room. To one side of the room we see Necra half naked, and her face covered in blood along with her long manicured nails. Her hair was a tangled mess with it falling over her face, as a shadow moved along the wall. A hand reached down and pushed the hair from her blood covered face, and soon rested on her slender shoulder.
Voice: Sweety... Necra... Necra...
She begins to stir and her dark eyes open. They flash red, before going back to their normal color. Necra slowly sits up, putting a hand to her head. She felt the dried blood on her face and closes her eyes.
Flashes form in her mind, and all that could be seen is her standing in the middle of the circle with a group of young girls standing around her. Necra looks at them and says something in a very strange sounding language. They all laugh, as she lowers her head, only to look at them with red eyes glowing.
Necra: Why have you summoned me mortals?
Girl: We summoned you to take revenge on those we want you too. Do you understand?
Necra looks up at the dark haired woman as a growl escapes from her throat. Her hands start to turn to claws, and a set of horns start to come through her forehead. The girls are taken back by what they see. A gold ring slips from Necra's hand as a set of bat like wings appears on her back, and her perfect flawless skin turns into a deep red, and her perfect white smile turns into a mouth of jagged almost knife like pieces of metal. The girls start to scream, and then start to laugh as they look down at the circle of protection that Necra was stuck in. One of the girls steps into the circle and is pulled back by one of the others. Necra looks down, and smiles a jagged smile. The circle had been broken, and she was free. She leaps into the middle of the group of girls, and the screams fill the night as Necra roars loudly.
She opens her eyes and slowly gets to her feet, as she comes back to the real world. Sothren is moving among the corpses and he smiles getting to his feet, and puts a jacket around her shoulders.
Soth: You look like you had fun.
Necra: I don't remember much... I just have flashes of what happened... What day is it?
Soth: Sunday... The 17th...
Necra puts a hand to her head, and realizes that she had missed the last show. She had been summoned a week ago, only to go into a rage, and lost control. The bodies showed proof of what had really happened.
Necra: I've been here at least a week then. Have I had any calls?
Soth: You have but Sara just told them that you were overseas at a fashion show.
Necra: Good cover. Did my tag team partner call?
Sothren hands Necra her cell phone and she starts to look through her messages. She sighs seeing over half a dozen calls from both Roxi, and Amy, and places the phone in a pocket in the jacket. She looks around the living room, and smiles to herself, as the smell of dried blood fills her senses.
Soth: I take that as a yes?
Necra: They tried to get a hold of me about something. I wish I hadn't missed the calls. What did I miss this week?
Soth: Mr. Ward called and you have a match this week. It's a triple threat tag team match... For the Bombshell Tag Titles.
Necra's eyes flash red, knowing she and Amy had another chance at the titles they had lost just a few weeks before. She looks at herself in a mirror and sighs. she was covered in blood and her hair was a tangled mess. She hated to go out that way, but what choice did she have? She heads for the front door, with Sothren following behind. Necra shields her eyes as the sun hits her face. Her eyes soon adjust and she walks to Sothren's van that was waiting for them. Sothren opens her door, and she hops in leaning back into the seat, only to hear chains rattling in the back. Necra turns and sees a young blond haired woman bound and gagged. Her eyes are filled with fear and almost pleading with Necra as she looks at her. Necra just smiles and turns back to face the front window. The young woman begins to cry as Sothren slides into the driver's side of the van and they pull off, as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens on the massive Luxor Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. Night had settled over the strip, and the lights had come to life for another night. Tourists make their way through the crowded streets taking in everything around them. The sounds of the slot machines sound through the air, and the flashing lights reflect in the cars that move along the strip. The camera soon comes to a rest on the Tower Suite somewhere near the top of the hotel. We see a room done in a sandstone color on the walls, and decorated with Egyptian pieces of art. The camera moves to the bathroom where we see a rather large tub, and Necra leaning against the back of it. Her long hair framed her face as she stared up at the ceiling, letting her thoughts wander. She moves a slender hand through the water, as the door opens and Sara walks in with a golden towel in her arms.
Sara: Is there anything I can get you my Goddess?
Necra: No... I'm fine for now...
Sara bows and heads for the door once again, and Necra lowers her head and looks right at Sara with her deep brown eyes sparkling in the dim light of the bathroom.
Necra: Wait...
Sara: Yes my Goddess?
Necra: Have any of my opponents said anything?
Sara: Miss Cortez has. When you are ready to get out I'll have it ready for you on your lap top ma'am.
Necra: Good. You're dismissed for now.
Sara: Yes my Goddess.
She bows and heads out of the bathroom as she ducks under the water, and comes up, with her long black hair stuck to her face. She pushes the hair back and leans back against the tub. Her mind flashes back to the house once more...
The sounds of clothes ripping, and screams filled the air, as blood splatters on the walls around her. One of the girls had run from her, and now was corned in the bathroom. Necra's red eyes flashed with rage as she stared at the girl, and licked her lips. The girl cries as Necra runs a clawed finger down her cheek, drawing blood to the surface.
Girl 2: Why are you doing this to us?
Necra: Accersistis me hic. Quod non velles? (You summoned me here. Is that not what you wanted?)
Girl 2: We were trying to summon Malachi!
Necra smiles a metal grin, as the girl cowers in fear.
Necra: Sine me et indicabo tibi paulo secretum ... Malachi est genitor. Vocasti daemonis conatus es filia necem vocavit. (Let me tell you a little secret... Malachi is my father. You summoned the daughter of the murder demon you tried to summon.)
The girls eyes go wide, as Necra stands over her. Her long tail sways back and forth, as she looks down at her. The door closes behind them, and all that could be heard is the sounds of pleasure and screams mixing together. Necra shakes her head as she she snaps from the thoughts, and gets to her feet, with her back turned to the camera. She grabs the golden colored towel and steps out of the tub, and heads out into the main area of the suite. Ex sits on the couch playing some sort of game while Sothren is going through his bag of stuff for the pathetic soul he had in the back of his van earlier. Necra walks over to her lap top, and hits the play button on the screen that Sara had pulled up for her. Necra sits and watches it, only to burst out laughing. Sara turns and looks at her, and goes back to what she was doing. Necra gets up and walks to the balcony doors. She opens them and steps out into the warm night in nothing more than the towel still wrapped around her. The city sparkled brightly in the light of the strip, only to be overshadowed by the darkness that stretched out once the lights faded.
Necra: Voodoo? Do you really think that you can use an ancient right such as Voodoo against me? I am a Goddess, a TRUE Goddess on this planet, and you think that's going to stop me? How pathetic! Amanda one has to believe in such a thing to have it actually work, and two... The only truly Voodoo Priestess I know of is in Haiti. But enough about a ritual that is hardly used any more. Our match is more important than that isn't it? I know that Amy and I lost to you and Laura the last time we all stood in the middle of that ring, but not this time. You got lucky last time or did you? The frauds... I mean The Fallen beat the holy hell out of you and Laura the last time, but they have Amy and I also to contend with, and we will be the ones to bring you and Laura to your knees while they wonder what happened and with their first lost and no titles, while Amy and myself walk away with everything that we deserve. The only reason you even had those titles to begin with is that Trish got hurt Amanda, and even then it was just a slight victory for you. I'm not going to underestimate you because I know how you are in the ring. I know what you can do, and that yes you can beat me, but not this time around.
Necra leans against the railing, and looks out over the strip, watching people move below her.
Necra: As for Laura I know you're going to say something but yet you have said nothing. Are you going to wait until the last minute as you always do and hope that no one will notice? I've been watching you for some time, learning everything that I can about you, and I have to say that you still don't impress me. You may have won against me a couple of times now, but this time will be different. This time around there will be no mercy, and there will be only pain and suffering at my hands. I'm tired of playing nice... It's time to let lose everything that I truly can and show you why you should fear me.
She stands up once again, and the light seems to catch her eye making them flicker a blue before they go back to their normal color.
Necra: The Fallen... They are the ones that have me puzzled. Why come back and interrupt something so grand and try to show that they are better than Amy and myself? One is a woman that thinks the military life is so great, and needs her ego stroked and probably something else as well... While the other thinks she is a vampire. Tell me Gothika, have you truly walked with the ancient ones? Have you wondered what you have truly done over the centuries and wondered if it could have been different? Have you felt the hunger, and gone into a frenzy not knowing where you were when you woke up? Have you sacrificed everything you cared about and loved just to get the power you needed to avenge them? Have you ever reached true peace only to have it ripped away? I bet you haven't even lived a century yet have you? My uncle is considered a Methuselah to your kind! I have spoken with vampires, I have dined with them, I have designed for them, and I see nothing of any of the clans in you. Sunday night I'll get close enough to see if your heart still beats, or if it's cold and dead like the rest of you. You and Raynin are just coming back, and you have to face Amy and myself... Former Bombshell Tag Team Champions, and soon to be champions again. Do you really think you can stop us Gothika? Hardly. I haven't had a chance to see you in action yet, but I do not fear you. I know you think you're some big thing, but to me you are another victim, and I will not stop until you take your last breath, or your head is off of your shoulders. Don't worry... I'll wait to do that until you're out of the ring. Sunday night you will not walk away with that win, no matter what you do to try and stop us. We shall not fail.
Necra turns and faces the open balcony doors. No one had noticed her come out, and she liked it that way. It wasn't easy with people always fawning over her, and peace and quiet was always hard to come by.
Necra: As for you Raynin... I'm not sure where to even start with you. You are ex-military... I mean you can kill a man with your bare hands, but then again... So can I. A single touch is all it takes. What made you think you could come back and just try to take over where I started from? I am a Goddess among men, and yet you are still nothing to me. You may have been in this company before, but what does that matter? I have started from the ground up here, and ended up one half of the Tag Team just a few weeks after joining with the company. Sunday night will be the first but not the last until I come for your wretched soul. The human life is so short, but I will always remain. I am the Goddess of Death, the Queen of the Dead, the reaper of souls, the Black Lady, the Sin of Lust and death combined; and when you look upon me you shall see death. See you soon ladies.
Necra smiles to herself, as she walks into the suite once again and closes the doors behind her. The night was still once again and the lights of the city lit the streets up, but the sky remained the midnight blue filled with stars that captivated the world. Necra continues to stare out the window until she closes the deep blue curtains and the scene fades to black.