Event: Blaze of Glory Pay Per View...
DATE: Sunday, February, 26 2012
Venue: Palms Casino and Resort in Las Vegas, Nevada
Match: BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP - 4 CORNER MATCH
Opponent: vs Brooklyn Carter vs Misty vs Kittie
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After being defeated twice at the hands of the Bombshell Champion, Kittie, Raynin thought that her chances at the title would be lost. But she still managed to impress the Powers That Be. She's been given a second chance at the Pay Per view for the Bombshell Championship title, in a Four Corners Match against Brooklyn Carter, the Former Champion, Misty, and the current Champion, Kittie. And the fires that are burning in her heart for the victory are BLAZING!! But with everything that's happened due to Mama Lovelle, will Raynin be able to come out of the match in a 'Blaze of Glory'? Or will her chances go 'up in smoke'? Let's find out...
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Definitions of îNIGHTMARE"
1. A dream arousing feelings of intense fear, horror, and distress.
2. An event or experience that is intensely distressing.
3. A demon or spirit once thought to plague sleeping people.
4. a terrifying or deeply distressing dream
5. an event or condition resembling a terrifying dream
6. a thing that is feared
7. an evil spirit supposed to harass or suffocate sleeping people
8. phantasmagoria.
9. something (as an experience, situation, or object) having the monstrous character of a nightmare or producing a feeling of anxiety or terror
10. a female demon that afflicts sleeping people
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Time: February 9, 2012, 2:30 AM...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Raynin's Apartment...
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The night had been... well, to put it quite frankly, it was disappointing. She'd let that bitch of a so called champion push her buttons, and get the best of her yet again. And quite frankly, she was getting tired of it. Some are putting it down to just being green... At least that's what Darknyss is saying. Some are putting it down to the schedule just taking it's toll... She'd been through some pretty intense matches over the past few months, and didn't come out of them without some new scars, bumps, and bruises... That there are others out there who have had it just as rough. Some are putting it down to Kittie just having her number... HA!! That was a laugh!! If they only knew the truth of it... The deep, dark, twisted and evil truth of what was going on... Some would wonder how it is that she's even coping, and still putting some show stopping action out in the ring. Some would wonder why she hadn't ended up in a padded cell with a pretty white jacket that buckled in the back, and eating chocolate pudding with her toes. Some would wonder how she could get even one minute of sleep... And truth be told, she hadn't gotten very much.
Her eyes were bloodshot and had huge bags under them from the lack of sleep. But then, how could she be expected to sleep when she just kept seeing their faces... Hearing their voices whispering in her head every time she closed her eyes... And she could feel the pull that they have over her... tugging her in a direction she really didn't know if she'd be able to turn away from... She was being hunted by a bruja... The priestess of a clan of Santeria worshipers... One who wanted to use her to wreak any manner of unspeakable evil upon the world. And she could feel what this woman planted, or drew out of her dancing just behind her eyes. It would peek it's head out every now and then... sometimes at the worst of times... Just like during the Bombshell Championship match... Instead of coming out the victor, at the worst time of them all of her hard work was put to shame because of the one lapse in control... That one spark of what was inside of her takes over, and she literally wakes up to herself being pinned... Much like at Climax Control two weeks earlier.
She'd been doing well... thought she'd had everything under control... and that was when she saw them... Just standing there in the crowd... The old woman and the tattooed man... They were laughing and pointing at her... She could hear their cackling in her head and it distracted her just enough for Kittie to slip in and take her down. As Kittie was holding her down, she heard the old's woman speak in her head, her voice sounding like gravel to her mind's ears...
'Ya te dije niÒa ... Hasta yo tengo lo mÌo, usted no tendr· un momento de descanso! Usted nunca conocer· la paz! Estamos en todas partes! Veo a todos! Lo sÈ todo! No se nos puede escapar!... I told you little girl... Until I have what is mine, you will not have a moment's rest! You will never know peace! We are everywhere! I see all! I know all!! You cannot escape us!'
And as the referee counted the one, the two, and the three on her, she knew... if she was ever going to get the win against Kittie, she would have to stop letting them distract her. She knew that if Kittie could find an opening, she'd use every trick, both clean and dirty that she could to come out with her hands still on that title... So would Misty. So she had to stop thinking about things in the normal manner. She had to come out of this next match at Blaze of Glory as the winner. There was no other option for her. She'd been up for the past few nights... ever since she'd had the nightmare... The one that had given her the insight that she'd needed to possibly ending at least the mental interference that Momma Lovelle had been inflicting upon her. And she'd contacted her Abuela to verify that what she'd found out was real and if it would work. Abuela was frightened of the possibilities, but she knew other choice... So here she was sitting at her kitchen table with an array of various ominous looking implements, wondering and hoping that this was the right thing to do.
She'd gone to see a friend of Darknyss after the first nightmare... Someone that Darknyss had said was versed in alot of... alternative religions. And upon seeing this woman's eyes, she knew that she'd stepped into a world that had come from her deepest nightmares. She'd extended her hand and felt the power within this woman prickle up her arm and she'd gasped as the woman introduced herself. And the face that framed those amazing eyes was as breathtaking as the aura that surrounded her.
"Hey. I'm Morganna. But everyone calls me Diamond. It's nice to meet you Raynin."
She was speechless, just staring in her eyes as they dark brown depths crackled with what looked like green lightning. She almost robotically lowered her hand after shaking the beauty's hand back. Her grip was firm, but it was the power that emanated from her that made her almost gasp from the initial contact. Darknyss chuckled as she saw her protege's face after first meeting her long time friend.
"Dang Emme!! I told you not to zombiefy her until AFTER she won the Title at the Pay Per View."
Hearing the word 'zombiefy' snapped her out of her reverie and she looked around confused.
"Wait… Zombiefy??!! What the what??!!"
Diamond and Darknyss chuckle and Diamond pats her on the shoulder, guiding her into the hotel room where she was staying. The place was opulent to say the least… palatial would be a better description. Diamond had gotten the penthouse suite at the Bellagio, and she'd whistled as she spun around slowly.
"Wow… How can you afford this place? What do you do? Are you still wrestling?"
Diamond looks at Darknyss and chuckles shaking her head.
"Of course I still wrestle… But I didn't spend a cent on this place. I'm sure you remember what I am and what I can do… Didn't Darknyss tell you?"
She shrugs shrugs and shakes her head. Diamond throws her head back and laughs again.
"Well then honey… I think it's time you get a lesson in the supernatural. I am Diamond… the VooDoo Queen. I have studied so many different forms of magic that I've surpassed everyone I've ever met in the True Arts."
She snaps her fingers and nods slowly.
"Oh yeah… now I remember… You have that crystal dust that…"
Diamond picks up a glass jar that's full of dust that looks like it was crushed diamonds and shakes it.
"I have the crystal dust that lets me take control of people's minds. It's been outlawed in eight different wrestling federations from it's sheer power. Of course, it's still being perfected… It only works on certain minds… Other people, they have violent reactions, such as hives, or seizures… and others, it just gets in their eyes and they can't see… But if it works as expected, you become my willing slave… or a zombie as Darknyss so elegantly puts it. Now… Come and sit. Tell me about what's going on."
Darknyss walks towards the kitchenette and grabs some sodas and fruit as Diamond takes her hand and leads her to a couch with a low coffee table in front of it. On the table rests a quartz crystal on a silver chain, a pack of black cards with a dragon on the back, a silver cup, and a small dagger. She eyes the dagger warily and takes a deep breath before she recounts the story of what happened in the desert. After she completed her story, Diamond takes a deep breath and sighs softly.
"I've heard of Momma Lovelle… She's a very dark, very powerful Santeras, or priestess as you put it… They call her Momma because she's so old, she's seen as the mother of that clan. No one even remembers her true age anymore. If you've got her after you, then you've got something very important that she wants."
She sighs and shakes her head as she leans back into the couch and runs a hand over her hair.
“Tell me about it. So far, she’s been playing these mindgames, but it’s cost me the Bombshell title, as well as made me lose against that travesty of a Champion in a tag team match. And to make matters worse, her tag team partner was… well, lame is an understatement. I've got this match at the pay per view against Kittie, Misty, and Brooklyn, and the only reason why Brooklyn is even in this match is because… well… I have no idea why. In this match up, she's nothing but filler. She's like the ensign on an away mission in Star Trek… you know, the one that always gets vaporized, or flushed out of an airlock, or frozen and broken into a million pieces. To tell the truth, all she is in this match is eye candy. She underestimates everyone, and that will be her downfall. And if I have the chance, I will personally introduce her to the top of the food chain in the Bombshell Division by snapping her neck and tossing her out of the ring."
As she's talking, she's balled up her hands into fists so tightly, that her short nails have pierced the skin of her palms, and blood is dripping down onto her pants. Diamond is looking her up and down slowly and holds up her hand.
"Whoa! Talk about an energy spike! Zatanya… who is this girl?"
Diamond picks up Raynin's hand and slowly pries it open and puts some napkins in her palm to stop the bleeding. Darknyss sits on the arm of the couch and sighs heavily.
"Well, her Grandmother was once the protege of Momma Lovelle if the story is right."
Diamond whistles softly and stands and goes into the bedroom, and comes back with a first aid kit. She starts to clean up Raynin's wounds and looks up at her friend.
"This girl has something inside of her that's itching to come out. And it is powerful as hell. Whether it's good or bad remains to be seen… but I know if Momma Lovelle got her hands on it, it would be disastrous. I can feel it. We can't let that happen. Tell me something girl… How do you feel when this… stuff happens to you?"
Raynin shrugs and shakes her head.
"I don't know… Strong, confused… out of control sometimes… It almost feels like it's not me when it happens. It's been happening since I was a little girl. My Momma said it was just my bad side trying to come out, but… maybe it was something more. I just don't know. I do remember this one time… when I was a kid, I had a nightmare that came true. My Momma got hurt… It scared the shit outta me."
She sits there and watches as Diamond continues patching up her hands as she recounts the story...
{ She thinks back to the time when things were so much simpler. She was seven years old again. The world still spun on it's axis at the proper tilt, up was still up, and her family was still whole. She didn't have to see the pain of loss in her Grandparents' eyes, and she wouldn't catch her Abuelo sitting in the dark, crying as he held one of her Mother's old dolls. She's back at the time when she still had her innocence, and everything was still right in her world... A time she sometimes misses bitterly...
They were curled up on the couch, watching a movie... The three of them... Her and her parents, snuggled under an afghan that her mother had crocheted when they'd gotten the new couch. The movie is almost over. Which one, she doesn't know, but it's something to do with puppets, and she's barely paying it any attention as it drones on in the background. She's getting sleepy, and she rubs her eyes, yawning as she squirms happily, nestled in the warmth of her parent's embrace.
The movie comes to the credits, and her parents lean over and kiss the top of her head one at a time as she yawns again. She shoves a couple of the last salty, buttery kernels of popcorn in her mouth as her father turns off the television and smiles down at her.
"Alright little Missy... It's bedtime for you."
She yawns again and rubs her eyes as she pouts.
"Awww!! But I'm not sleepy!!"
Her parents laugh, and her father raises an eyebrow as he looks down at her.
"Oh really? Say that again without yawning, and we'll consider giving you an extra half hour.."
She scrunches her nose up as she tries to concentrate, and speaks slowly.
"But... I'm... Not... Sleepy... Ye... Ye.."
She let's out a huge yawn and pouts.
"Yet."
Her parents both start to chuckle, and she crosses her arms petulantly and pouts.
"No fair!! That was rigged!!"
Her father ruffles her hair and she swats at his hands, still pouting as he chuckles.
"Well, you're the one with a spelling test in Mrs. Noble's class first thin in the morning. And if you don't get hour rest, you won't do well."
She slouches further down in the couch, pouting more.
"Aww man!!! That's no fair!! Jenny Thompson's mom lets her stay up!!"
Her father shrugs and taps her nose with his fingertip.
"And what are Jenny Thompson's grades like? She's at the bottom of your class while you're first. Now, what do we always say about school?"
She sighs and rolls her eyes, then they all say together...
"El Jefe don't want no dummies, so we study hard and study often."
Her father chuckles and grins as she rolls her eyes again and he starts to tickle her. She tries hard not to laugh, holding her breath till she turns bright red, but finally succumbs to the tickling and dissolves into giggles as she squirms in her father's arms.
"That's right. But I'll tell you what... IF... If you change into your nightclothes and brush your teeth, I might just be able to convince your Momma to tell you a bed time story."
She perks up at the prospect of a story, and she sits up quickly, throwing her arms around her mother's waist.
"Please Momma?!! I promise, I'll brush my teeth and everything!!"
Her mother chuckles and strokes her hair gently.
"Ok Angelita. You go and change and get into bed while Papa and I get the kitchen cleaned, and I'll come and tell you a story."
She jumps up and bounces around happily and suddenly full of energy.
"Yay!!! Story!! Story!! Story!!"
She takes off in a dead run up the stairs, and the scene suddenly changes to her standing in the bathroom mirror with her hair in pigtails, and wearing a white sleeveless nightgown with crocheted eyelets around the neck and arms, brushing her teeth vigorously, humming a song to herself. Her mother comes up the stairs and steps up behind her, playing with the ends of her pigtails grinning.
"Eres tan bella mi Angelita. You are so beautiful. So, are those teeth clean? You know how we like those pearly whites."
She spits and rinses, then leans her head back, showing her mother her teeth which are missing a couple in the front and her mother beams back at her.
"Good… So, which story do you want tonight?"
She runs into her bedroom, giggling and bouncing the whole way towards her bed, chanting over and over again…
"La bruja!! La bruja!!"
Her mother waves her hands as she pulls over a chair and sits beside her bed.
"Ok, ok… but which La bruja story?"
She puts a finger to her chin thinking, then nods slowly.
"La bruja y la niña valiente."
Her mother nods slowly.
"Very good… and what does that mean?"
She punches her pillow a few times as she settles back under the covers and her mother leans forward to straighten the covers.
"The witch and the brave little girl."
Her mother nods and grins.
"That's right. So, here we go… Once upon a time, there was this beautiful little girl who lived in the forest in a cozy little house with a barn and a few cows and chickens with her mother and her father. That little girl was named ******."
She perks at hearing the little girl's name.
"That's my name too!!"
Her mother grins reaches out to stroke her cheek.
"That's right. It's your name too. So, their family was a happy one there in the forest. Her father was a woodsman, and ******* and her mother would tend their little garden, and keep the cows and chickens well fed so there was milk and eggs all of the time. There were occasional trips into town for a few other things, but most of what they needed, her parents would send ******* out into the forest to collect. Berries and nuts, apples and peaches, and some of the most delicious wild strawberries which were the little girl's favorite treats."
She giggles and yawns.
"Mine too!!"
Her mother chuckles and tugs on one of her pigtails.
"That's right… yours too. One day, her father decided to go with ******* on a berry picking trip into the forest. He carried his axe with him so he could get some firewood. They normally would always keep the house within sight so they could always find their way home, but this day, it suddenly got cold, and a thick fog rolled into the forest, and they were soon lost in the woods. Now, most little girls would be frightened, but not ******* because she was a brave little girl. She told her father that they should carry on the way that they were going as they should come to a fork in the road soon. And sure enough they did, but the sign that normally pointed the way back home was gone."
She pulls the covers up to her chin as a flash of lightning suddenly signals a swiftly incoming rain storm with a peal of thunder a few seconds later.
"What happened to the sign Momma?"
"The sign had been cut down. But ******* wasn't afraid. She told her father that they just had to choose one way or the other. One way would dead end at an abandoned house, near which is a patch of some of the most delicious strawberries she'd ever found and the other would go around to the lake and circle back to their own house. And if they got to the abandoned house, they could pick the strawberries, then just backtrack to the fork in the road and take the other path. Her father hadn't been this way through the forest, so he told her to choose. So she put her hand over her eyes, and spinned around in a circle with her finger pointing out, and said, 'whichever one I point to is the way we go.' And that's just what they did. They took the left hand fork and started walking. And after a few minutes, the fog lifted to show not an abandoned house, but one that's been lit up with a roaring fire. ******* ran immediately to the strawberry patch that was near the house and started to pick the large sweet fruit. Her father followed close behind her, but as soon as he stepped in the strawberry patch, vines sprang up from the ground and wrapped themselves around his hands and feet, binding him fast and tightly!"
At just that moment, the lightning flashed and thunder crashed again. She gasped and pulled the covers up over her head. She'd always hated thunder storms, but for the story, she would brave the scary sounds and flashing lightning. Her mother smiled at her and pulled covers down and tickled her chin.
"Boo!!"
She shrieks and puts a hand over her heart as she stares up at he mother, then she giggles nervously as her mother tickles her nose with the end of her pigtail and giggles teasingly.
"Hahaha!! Is it too scary for mi Angelita valiante?"
She shakes her head and settles back down, but kept the covers tight up under her chin. Her mother pulls down one of her favorite dolls and sits back down in the chair and straightens the dolls clothes.
"Do you want me to continue niña?"
She nods vigorously.
"Si pro favor! I'm not scared! I'm brave! Just like *******."
Her mother nods and places the doll on the bed beside her arm and she snags it and pulls it under the covers.
"Alright then… So where were we… That's right… the vines had wrapped themselves tightly around her father's body and was pulling him down to the ground. The vines made a strange trilling sound as they shook while wrapping themselves around her father, and ******* was so frightened, all she could do was stand there for a moment. Just then, La Bruja steps out on the porch of the old house and cackles triumphantly. 'I knew it wouldn't be long before my sweet treats caught someone! Now… I'll just come and see what I've caught for dinner!' Her father whispered at her for her to leave, but ******* wouldn't leave her father's side. She tried to pry the vines loose, but every time she would go to touch them, they would try to snag her too. So, do you know what she did?"
She shakes her head and sinks deeper under the covers as another flash of lightning is followed by more thunder. She whimpers softly, but her mother pretends not to notice.
"******* saw that La Bruja couldn't see very well. She had these huge thick glasses on her eyes, and even with them, she still squinted. So ******* did something very brave, and very clever. She ran around a nearby tree and gathered lots of fallen leaves and piled them up near her father. She waited for the old witch to come closer and picked up a thin stick. She held the stick near the vines and they wrapped themselves around the stick. She placed the stick over her father's arm as the witch reached down to touch him, and La Bruja shrieked in anger. 'Why this one is nothing but skin and bones!! Not even worth the trouble it took to lay my trap!!' La Bruja stood up and snapped her fingers, and turned to walk back towards the door and the vines moved, dragging her father towards a small door on the side of the house. That's when ******* saw her father's axe laying near where he'd fallen. She grabbed the axe and drug it along after her father. It was so heavy, she could barely lift it. But as the door opened, she lifted the axe and brought it down on the vines which screamed like wild animals. Black ichor dripped from the severed vines as they flopped around on the ground…"
She frowns and scratches her head, looking confused.
"What's ick… ick…"
Her mother chuckles and shakes her head.
"Just call it plant blood. Anyway… Black… plant blood dripped from the severed vines as they flapped around on the ground. She was able to chop the vines so that they wouldn't continue to drag her father towards the open door, but they were still wrapped around him tightly. She saw La Bruja coming towards the door, shrieking at the top of her lungs at hearing the screaming of her vines. She screamed, 'Bandidos! Ladrones! Deja la cena solo! ¡Aléjate! ¡Aléjate!' Which meant, 'Bandits!! Robbers!! Leave my dinner alone!! Get away!! Get away!!' And do you know what ******* did then?"
She shook her head and pulled the covers out from over her head. Her mother grins and reached out and tickled her side to reassure her.
"Well, that brave and clever little ******* held her foot out, just as La Bruja came out the door. And BAM!! La Bruja tripped over her foot and fell to the ground, striking her head on a rock, knocking her out cold. ******* then grabbed La Bruja and pulled her towards the vines which wrapped themselves around their Mistress and drug her under the ground slowly. She woke up just as her shoulders were going under the earth and screamed!! 'Ayúdame! Ayúdame! Help me! Help me!' But the vines took her under the earth anyway. Once she was gone, the strange fog that had blanketed the forest had disappeared along with the fines, and the house was again abandoned. So do you know what ******* did?"
She shook her head again and sat up as her mother leaned forward to whisper the last of the story.
"Well, that valiante ******* went back to the nearby tree and picked up her basket of strawberries and her father's basket, and they filled them almost to overflowing. Her father went inside of the house and found a bag of gold coins that La Bruja had been hoarding from the people she'd eaten in the past. And he took ******* to the nearby town and bought her a new doll for being so brave. And they lived happily ever after."
She grinned hugely and clapped for the story as her mother pulled the covers up to her chest and tucked her and her dolly in for the night. Her mother stroked her hair gently as she kissed her forehead.
"And now it's time for our prayers. Fold your hands, and let's say them together."
She puts her hands together and closes her eyes as she and her mother say together...
"Ahora me acuesto a dormir,
Le pido al Señor que guarde mi alma.
Si muero antes de despertar,
Le pido al Señor que tome mi alma.
Ángeles Este y el Ángeles Oeste,
Norte y el Sur, por favor haga todo lo posible.
Mantenga a salvo, mientras que su búsqueda de sueños,
Cuida de ella mientras ella descansa.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord God my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord God my soul to take.
Angels East and Angels West,
North and South, please do your best.
Keep her safe while her dreams quest,
Watch over her while she rests.
Amen."
Her mother reaches over and turns out the light and whispers.
"Buenas noches. Good night Angelita. Sweet dreams."
That was the last she remembered until she heard her mother screaming. She woke to find herself standing over her mother who was backing away from her, looking at her in horror as she held her hand and arm to her chest which was drenched in blood. She looked at her hands which were hooked like claws, and her mother's blood stained her fingernails. She tasted blood on her lips and knew that she'd also bitten her, but she didn't remember why. She remembered looking into the mirror over her dresser and seeing her face with the bloody trails dripping from her lips and behind her, in the window, the face of a tattooed man who was laughing and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her father runs into the bedroom to see what was happening… }
And she comes back to Diamond's apartment after she finished telling the tale.
"And that was just one of the incidents where I've forgotten what I'd done, but had hurt someone. I don't know, it's like something just takes over my body or it works on instinct."
Diamond nods slowly and picks up the crystal by the chain, and slowly circles it around her head and down around her shoulders. She sighs and puts the crystal down and pickup the deck of cards.
"Shuffle these, and flip over the top card. I want to see what you come up with."
Raynin shuffles the cards and goes to flip over the first card and that's when she realizes it's a tarot deck. She drops the cards and shakes her head slowly.
"No, I don't want to do this. I don't want to know what it says…"
The entire deck had fallen to the ground, and out of them all, only the top card flipped over. It was the death card… but it fell cross ways over the deck. Diamond reached down and picked it up and cocks her head to the side.
"You may not want to know, but I think the universe is trying to tell you something."
She places the card back on the deck and the trio had changed the subject. Diamond had given her a ritual to perform, and told her to do it soon, but she'd procrastinated, afraid of what the outcome might be.
Now she had one more chance to prove that she belonged at the top of the pack. She had another chance to prove she was top dog and gain what she'd been working so hard to get her hands on. She'd steeled her will and knew that no matter what Kittie and Misty might throw at her, she'd have to do whatever it took to come out on top. She knew Kittie would underestimate her, and be shocked just like she had been in the past by what she would throw at her. She knew Misty would be a challenge because she had such a huge chip on her shoulder. But she also knew that Kittie and Misty were so pissed at each other, that if she could just stay under their radar, she could take down the weakest link in the equation, being Brooklyn Carter. There was absolutely no reason for that girl to be in a match against the three biggest and brightest stars in the SCW. She was so completely out of their league, that she looked like a star struck teenaged actor that had been thrust out on a Broadway stage and she'd forgotten her lines. But Raynin knew that she could do what it took to come out on top and hold that title high over her head as the champion.
She knew that the chip on Kittie's shoulder was one that she could knock off right along with her head. She knew that all she had to do was push the right buttons, and that title would end up being seated around her waist. She had the skill, she had the opportunity… All she needed to do was capitalize on it. Misty was distracted by her entire life outside of the ring. She was having issues with Spike, the New Extremes were… well, they were just really not going anywhere… Individually they may be exciting, but together… they were just… non-cohesive is the best way to put it, and Misty was losing her shit slowly but surely. it was so evident… As long as she could keep her mind on track, and not let anything deter her from her goal, Raynin knew this was her chance to grab hold of the gold and not let it go.
She places everything in a box and tucks it away as she knew that now wasn't the time to do this. Something just felt off… Something felt not right… She knew she needed to talk to Diamond a bit more before she performed this ritual. Everything had to be perfect. She couldn't take the risk of something going wrong and messing up her chances…
She goes into the bedroom and stands with her back to her mirror for a moment, then bends over to slide the box under the bed. As she's bent over, in the mirror Momma Lovelle and the Tattooed man stand, laughing and pointing at her. When she straightens up, she looks over her shoulder at the mirror and they are gone. She shakes her head and turns off the light and climbs into bed. She sighs and says the prayer she used to say with her mother.
"Ahora me acuesto a dormir,
Le pido al Señor que guarde mi alma.
Si muero antes de despertar,
Le pido al Señor que tome mi alma.
Ángeles Este y el Ángeles Oeste,
Norte y el Sur, por favor haga todo lo posible.
Mantenga a salvo, mientras que su búsqueda de sueños,
Cuida de ella mientras ella descansa.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord God my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord God my soul to take.
Angels East and Angels West,
North and South, please do your best.
Keep her safe while her dreams quest,
Watch over her while she rests.
Amen."
She turns off the light and settles down to sleep. As she does, lightning flashes outside of her window and a polaroid picture drifts down from the roof of the building. It's a picture of Raynin's bedroom, with her bending over her bed. And behind her, in the mirror are Momma Lovelle and the Tattooed man...
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