an official alexis morrison roleplay of darkness
"I run blindly through the madhouse ... And I cannot even pray ... For I have no God."
★ GRANT MORRISON, BATMAN: ARKHAM ASYLUM ★
★ ★ intro narration ★ ★'They said the odds of me walking out with the Bombshell Roulette champions were against my favor. My opponents strong as they might have failed to accomplish their goals of holding the championship once more in their respective hands. Dark days are upon you Sin City. It comes in the midnight hours, and brings death knocking at your door...'
"Thousand Years of Night - SCW Episode 003"
Date: Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Location: Unknown; Las Vegas, Nevada
Dry blood dripped from the ridge of her mouth. Her skin as soft white as the morning dove. Panning back, the camera opens to what appears a scene of a murderous kind freshly done to a young woman with the head turned away from cameras. Barely naked, not leaving much to the imagination as she wears underwear and an opened up blouse with the last few remaining buttons still in unbuttoned. The scene looked like a terrible robbery that quickly turned into rape of young woman no more than twenty-five years of age and short hair black as the midnight sky. True evil exist, you see, it is within the human DNA without the belief of demons aiding those who release them. A scene that looks like the All-American lifestyle that one would attach to a young woman of that age as it seems torn apart, shattered in one moment to which items are found scattered around. Her arms spread wide, as the camera tours from the feet all the way to the head where suddenly a flash is seen coming off the side.
“Did you manage to get the shot, kitten? I can’t be seen wearing next to nothing like this, what would the neighbors think of me?” I turn my head, showing you viewers the new hair color I dyed it – black with a streak of bright red – sitting up against the coldest of the floor. It was me the entire time. Surprised yet? I fluff my short haircut, then run my long nail over the bloody trail and put it in my mouth. “Oh, how I love homemade chocolate… They might mistake me for some slutty porn star that looks very similar to me. Like I would do such filth, but I do enjoy a playful session with my dagger and crucifix. Try not to put too much thought into the idea – a girl has to have some unmentionables a secret from public.”
Another camera angle shows my beautiful apprentice Sarah holding a camera with both hands aiming at me. It has been some time since Sin City last saw me dueling with others in such painful fashion I know. Somewhere out there many kittens have committed suicide over this exact reason. Yep, it was featured on the news that I, Alexis Kathleen Morrison, caused millions of kitty deaths since being off SCW television! My eyes look up and smile the biggest smile ever before photographed!
“Mistress, Becky honest believes thought that you would leave her to hold the championship until the next time someone like Vixen or Karina came along to take their spot as first two-time Roulette champions. She must not have read her horoscope lately.”
“That’s stretching things a little bit. First we really aren’t sure the girl could even read to begin with, much less read her own horoscope… got to be careful with people calling themselves Becky and Ragdoll.”
“She doesn’t seem to acknowledge that you could have let her win just to mess with her head and cause even more pain later on. You’re the woman who beat the toughest in the roster, Vixen. Not once but twice back-to-back and with another opponent to boot. Surely, she thought it wasn’t really all because of her hard work that prevailed in the end, causing her to become the new champion.”
At this moment, I get up adjusting myself and buttoning my clothing. I smirk, as I approach her swaying my hips and giving a warm appearance standing there next to her. Suddenly BOOM … no more smiles, fun and games are all but over with, as my hand left a reddish mark across her face from the impact.
“I will not be talked about like I was Patricia!” I directed, pointing my finger while her head turned.
“Yes mistress, I apologize deeply. I spoke out of line – I’m sorry.”
There are certain things which can be allowed said about higher ranked officers within such an order like the Brotherhood. Our order has these laws too; you cannot speak of high command in a way that is misleading to whom they are. Jones just made that mistake, even if she was partly right it was still something that deserved such a reaction. Plus, I hate the bitch. I look at her with seriousness before flipping my hair off the side turning my back toward her. She just stood there looking weak.
“Good, you know your place. Don’t make me torture you again.”
“Oh no ma’am, you’re too forgiving and very gracious to do that. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
I have been thinking of all the different ways I wanted to torment the little toad before showing her who the real champion has always been, and it’s not her. She was just there as champion for my amusement. Just then, that serious express quickly turns to a smile like nothing happened, like I forgotten everything that she had done and said. “As long as we understand each other, kitten.”
“Mistress, does he really care about us?”
“All the time, we’re his children to send the naysayers of this hell dump to judgment at his feet. We are his messengers, as he is the wind that caresses own hair and carries our tone. He whispers us warnings so that we can protect ourselves from those who wish harm on us. I was but your age when I first heard his voice.”
Sarah peaks interest, moving closer to me and laying her head on my shoulder. She looks up.
“What did he say?”
That one question sends me back to a place I haven’t been in a long time. Multiple voices are heard coming from your ears whispering all at once, sometimes echoing ahead of the others. Images of the last time I was sent away for having sex with the dead. Crazier me can be showed in straightjacket, inside a padded room to protect me but something was not right, something was with me in there. Bits of footage show me at different times in different locations. Flashes of an evil being cuts in between the sequences if you were to blink you’d be missing it. Evil is not born, it’s made.
“Thousand Years of Night.”
Date:
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Location: Apartment; Las Vegas, Nevada
I had been constantly thinking about what Sarah had said throughout the days. Sitting at the foot of my bed, I begun to select my new favorite fighter in the world of Mortal Kombat, and her name was Skarlet. I could relate to her moves more than any others because we were both alike, both of us need blood to be completely immersed our worlds. My PS3 sat on the television stand as I pressed the buttons continuing my quest of dominating the online community, I look over noticing Sarah passed out on the bed covered up, it was a good night we shared. I take a moment to sip on a chocolate favorite drink before the session begun. You know the normal sounds one would expect from the game. My eyes swift, in walks my distant cousin whose identity is kept secret but everyone in the order calls
Mr. Jiggles.
Sitting down on the chair nearest to the door, he finally speaks out.
“You know she loves you.”“That’s a phase that all hatch-lings have for their generals, I had one. And in time, she’ll learn to control her emotions and it will make her stronger. The world need not of such feelings. All under me do. She is but one of many.”
“But you chose her.”“Eric chose her. It was his project that made her and felt like I would better suit the role to assure she be left untouched after he had his fun indoctrinating her mind wrapping out that she once was and her childhood, giving her nightmares after all was said and done.”At this point, you hear the iconic words
“FINISH HIM!” leaving a smile on my face knowing I’m about to make this poor boy cry even more for his mommy on the other side of the world. We suddenly hear screaming and gross sounds coming from the game followed by
“FLAWLESS VICTORY, FATALITY.” I hold the home button for a few seconds shutting it off and look at Jiggles. He gives a cold stare.
“You get a chance to get your title back this week, don’t you?”
“Yes.”I shrug it off then glancing at her. The championship deserves a holder that will fight to the brick of death to hold onto the title, causing as much chaos as possible focusing management to make matches that equal the destruction that the title represents. It’s my championship; I will do anything to my body in the ring to hold it again. Silence is heard, afterward that soon breaks.
“What do you know about of a saying with the Thousand Years of Night?”He hangs his head down before staring back up at me with his empty clown expression. Takes a moment, then reaches into his shirt pocket grabbing a cigarette and lights it. Lifts it out of his month as I watch the smoke curl in the air, the sweet scent of the cancer stick filtered the air around me as he puffed relaxing himself like he was about to tell a story.
“Where did you hear that?”
“Sarah reminded me of something I heard many years ago.”
“Well, supposedly it refers to the exact time when the earth should be hit with a comet again. After the scrolls where discovered in the Dead Sea, scientist found another that detailed an event that even Christian’s share, they call it Wormwood. A large star that is on root to strike the earth ending all life as we know it, I find it strange you had even heard of it. This was never released to the public.”That moment I felt something inside me jolt, pulsing for carnage. It is here local television runs a small time commercial featuring SCW’s New Year’s Rising super card. I glance over, intrigued by the entire scene then they flash Becky’s photo with her shitty hairstyle and stupid smirk. She is seen holding up my championship title like she actually deserves calling herself champion. Personally, I was ready to rip out her heart if she stood right in front of me. Carnage is my addiction.
“Are you okay Lexis?”He’s worried about me. How touching for him being family and all. I give him this glazed look stopping the video package in mid-timing right on her still.
“I’m fine, but Becky won’t be after I’m done with her. I’m going to perform my own Fatality to that thing and take back the title.”
“If you truly believe it yourself, then it must come to past.”
“Do you know I picture myself lying in the grassy terrain where I’m eaten alive by rogue lawnmower that rest on top of me? That is my perfect death. Becky… her death will come at an inhumanely amount of pain covering her body, shutting down each organ one by one until realizing there is no cure. That’s me, that’s what awaits Becky… death by injection… bless it be.”The scene ends with an image of me looking from my bed through the window to see the stars thinking about everything, ready to fight for anything. Clock is running out on Becky “Ragdoll” Jones.
Date: Friday, January 11, 2013
Location: Guardian Angel Cathedral; Las Vegas, Nevada
Church was a symbol for people to escape the guilt of whatever troubled them. My father and the rest of my family were catholic I’m told my mom was too, always carried with her a bible wherever she traveled. I didn’t know her, she died because of me. But church holds a place in everyone that want to believe that somewhere, somehow this invisible God is supposed to be there listening like a pervert would to woman just to later relief himself. First, it was a bush and now it’s a place made of wood and stone. The following days where the remaining ones of Becky Jones reign as a joke of a champion, I had my fun and now it’s time for my pet project to end by a terrible matter. Birds chirped outside on a branch, welcoming the morning just like any other in known memory right before the storms were to appear later.
Standing tall over in Las Vegas is the Guardian Angel Cathedral, fresh cut grass and trimmed bushes welcome those lost souls to seek closure in some fashion. Inside the environment has warm surrounding many windows leading down the aisle to a large cross and white alter in the backdrop flowers line both sides, where an picture rest from the last soul looking for their father’s acceptance as the enter the great beyond. The service had since left as family of the departed has moved on. All but one, she sits alone dressed in a black dress with a veil. Looking down face covered. The priest sees this and approaches quietly without fear to this woman appearing to need comfort. “Excuse me, miss?”
Nothing was said, he thinks nothing of the occurrence thinking that maybe she needed more time to grieve of the loss this family member meant to them and goes back to prepare for the next available service and walks over to the alter sliding a pair of his glasses on. But he can’t keep from looking at this woman. It must mystify him so, that a woman would be so that one woman had remained. He brushed it aside, going back to reading the scripture from the Bible. At this point, she stands up out of the corner of his eyes and slowly removes the veil which concealed her identity.
“I’ve been to many like this throughout my travels and they all still hang on every word that is found on some written book full of stories. It has come to my belief that people have gained a sense of godlike for claiming false hope on a world that’s already doomed to exist anymore. People like you whom assume the role as a messenger gets you off on the responsibilities of such power.”
He shallows, cute. The camera looks at the young priest looking lost for words and decides to turn to the woman whom spoke. They first start panning from the bottom of the dress until seeing the reveal being well, me. What, a girl that does evil things cannot enter the house of their enemies “God”? Shame.
“Not everyone truly follows to spread the message of our lord. I’m sorry if you encountered those who lead you to believe that faith is something to fear.”
“I fear not of your Lord. There is very little I am afraid of but I sense you are fear of many things. Tell me father, how is your God these days since he’s been silent for over a thousand years? What, we have the wrong fucking brush everywhere and we can’t speak to him?”
“He speaks through us. He may not speak directly but he speaks to everyone’s heart and entrust that they will follow his word. Who are you? What are you here for?” He speaks to me; I’m not some child he can order. Funny, when you ask them a direct and responsible question they try to circle around the same bullshit of not giving a true answer of ‘I don’t know or maybe he’s busy fucking another world up out there to bother with our modern problems.’ He steps down from his position coming within inches of me.
“I am who I am.”
“No, I’ve seen you from somewhere around here. You work for that wrestling company. Your whole thing is so thing is more evil, fighting those that are good types. I get it now.”
He smiles, which insults me. Does he really think I’m pretending like I’m going to go home and remove all this makeup and watch some cheerful crap found in today’s television? Hell no, I narrow my eyes and cross my arms, reaching the sides of my dress to hold.
“Do I look like I’m some actress? Nothing about me or who I am is made up by writers living inside a box all year long coming up with lines for me to say. I’m here because very soon I’m going to murder someone because their amusement has passed its expiration dates. They like to believe that they live a trouble free world where nothing can touch them, taking something that was fun at first serious.”
I walk around the seats sliding my hand across the smooth oak. Looking down I can’t help but wonder if Becky even cares about facing me at my strongest. Because her days with my title is over, she had her chance now let someone who knows about a god damn hardcore environment to take back control. I look up at the cross and picture Becky up there screaming for someone to help her, anyone to save her from the point of no return but no one is coming. No one is going to save her.
That smile soon fades into a slight fear on the priests face, “is that a confession?”
Blinking once, I response to his question looking at him as I open my eyes. It wasn’t like I needed such bullshit to forgive myself over or Talk it through hoping I was going to change my mind. No, I was going to murder Becky Jones’ short reign without a question or remorse. I didn’t need to explain nothing to these people of a false god. Mine is older than theirs and is a lot more powerful. I give him a stare.
“No, but a warning if you find on the news how badly someone has been bloodied and mauled you know that it was because of my hands. I ask for no forgiveness because I wish to not seek it. I did however wish to return this…” I throw something wrapped in a black cloth to him, he opens and it’s a wood crucifix. “I had enough fun with that as well, too bad it didn’t work and gave me a bundle of joy. I guess I’m not too slutty for him to give a shit about. That’s a real shame; I looked forward to making children that would change the world.”
I slide myself from the tight space between the wooden sits and smirk. Once out, I walking back from which I came in my normal fashion with thoughts of the title I am looking to reclaim and force Sin City Wrestling athletes to prepare for something they do not ever want to face. Our scene fades as the camera appears focused on the statue of Mary praying to which it cries out blood. Typical.
★ ★ outro narration ★ ★
'I remember being a little girl dreaming of suicide, wondering and idolizing those who have taken their lives before the very thought entered my mind. People would always tell me that I was nothing more than a spawn of Satan himself for bringing such dark aura around me. Maybe I am, I know not of such answers about my life prior to escaping my dead mother. They wanted me to believe in their God and rape my soul of that which makes me special, you see? I prefer the darkness and damnation that follows, I prefer being me.'
outfits: Alexis Scene 001, Sarah Scene 001, Alexis Scene 002, Mr Jiggles 002, Alexis Scene 003
music for episode: "Broken Wings" by Evergrey
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!
