Post by Lilith on Mar 5, 2009 23:45:47 GMT -5
She was the Mistress of this game..
... And everybody knew her name...
But when the dust had all but scattered...
... When the truth had been all found
In solitude was she bound...
In the end, none of it even mattered.
"Miss? Miss? Are you quite alright?"
"......"
"Miss? I do think it's been quite long enough, your injur-"
"It was NOT an injury!
It was fucking DE-EVOLUTION FOR FUCK SAKE IGGY!!!"
Iggy.. the name of the steadfast and faithful. His name would only mean one thing... the woman sitting across the room. The atmosphere of tension and emotional destruction. Her blood red hair, shimmering in the light given off by the flickering flames of the fireplace.
Lilith Creighton...
"... Miss.... You've been in seclusion ever since, I think it's starting to effect yo-"
"Iggy...."
".. Yes, Miss?"
".... Do you have any idea, how hard it is for me now... hm? Knowing that everything I was, and everything I had built... is all, fucking, GONE?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, IGGY?!"
She pushes out of her chair, toppling it. Tearing through the stray paper and notes filtered on the desk before her. She wildly fans through it all with her arms, tossing nearly everything to the floor below in a ruckus.
".... Perhaps, you should pay them a visit then... Miss."
"........"
Lilith takes in a deep, deep breath. Her fingertips, curled and tensed in rage. The solitary memento standing on her desk, a picture frame. The emotional damage caused simply by staring at it was sickening. She slumps down to her knees, her forearms clung to the edge of the shaken desk.
".... There is nothing left for me there, Iggy... 'The Alpha Female' is dead.... I can't go back to that life now..."
"Perhaps... it is enough, to simply be. Not taking into account, the impact you had on the profession, maybe... you should think of this, not as a failure. More of, a rebirth, Miss?"
".... Heh.."
A soft chuckle, she knew he was trying his best. Iggy was always loyal, regardless of the situation... as it stood, BWI was all but dead. Lilith herself had forcibly had the Lilium Strain Virus removed from her body. Aside from her various forms of combat training, she stood little to no chance in a battlefield anymore, be it in the jungle...
Or in the ring.
Lilith Creighton.. would more than likely, never grace the ring again... it was the main factor in her shaken and distorted mindset. That... that, and THEM...
"... Jonny..... Sylas.."
[/size]... And everybody knew her name...
But when the dust had all but scattered...
... When the truth had been all found
In solitude was she bound...
In the end, none of it even mattered.
"Miss? Miss? Are you quite alright?"
"......"
"Miss? I do think it's been quite long enough, your injur-"
"It was NOT an injury!
It was fucking DE-EVOLUTION FOR FUCK SAKE IGGY!!!"
Iggy.. the name of the steadfast and faithful. His name would only mean one thing... the woman sitting across the room. The atmosphere of tension and emotional destruction. Her blood red hair, shimmering in the light given off by the flickering flames of the fireplace.
Lilith Creighton...
"... Miss.... You've been in seclusion ever since, I think it's starting to effect yo-"
"Iggy...."
".. Yes, Miss?"
".... Do you have any idea, how hard it is for me now... hm? Knowing that everything I was, and everything I had built... is all, fucking, GONE?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, IGGY?!"
She pushes out of her chair, toppling it. Tearing through the stray paper and notes filtered on the desk before her. She wildly fans through it all with her arms, tossing nearly everything to the floor below in a ruckus.
".... Perhaps, you should pay them a visit then... Miss."
"........"
Lilith takes in a deep, deep breath. Her fingertips, curled and tensed in rage. The solitary memento standing on her desk, a picture frame. The emotional damage caused simply by staring at it was sickening. She slumps down to her knees, her forearms clung to the edge of the shaken desk.
".... There is nothing left for me there, Iggy... 'The Alpha Female' is dead.... I can't go back to that life now..."
"Perhaps... it is enough, to simply be. Not taking into account, the impact you had on the profession, maybe... you should think of this, not as a failure. More of, a rebirth, Miss?"
".... Heh.."
A soft chuckle, she knew he was trying his best. Iggy was always loyal, regardless of the situation... as it stood, BWI was all but dead. Lilith herself had forcibly had the Lilium Strain Virus removed from her body. Aside from her various forms of combat training, she stood little to no chance in a battlefield anymore, be it in the jungle...
Or in the ring.
Lilith Creighton.. would more than likely, never grace the ring again... it was the main factor in her shaken and distorted mindset. That... that, and THEM...
"... Jonny..... Sylas.."
".... Miss. It is possible too-"
"NO!.. I.. no....."
"...... I apologize, it was not my place. However.. I do believe, a visit towards the city... may be in order."
"........"
The sound of Iggy's footsteps, slowly fade into nothingness. Lilith is left slumped, eventually falling from the edge of the desk. Sprawled on her carpet, she stares up at the ceiling. If you've known Lilith, at all over her time in this profession. You've known, she's nearly entirely.... well;
Gay.
It's not really a secret, most of her excursions and extra curricular activities, involved women. Women, with a side of women and maybe a hint of teenage woman. Those boarders are getting strict though..
However... there were, a couple of males that.... had a profound impact, on her mental.. and emotional life. She holds her left hand up above her head... fingers spread. She stares at her ring finger... adoringly, sadly...
"... Jonny......"
It was, the only moment of happiness she remembered in the last decade... that left a mark on her [as most would agree] coldened, hardened, blackened heart. She was almost, angry that she and Sylas had never managed to reach that point before things went... to the 9th layer of hell in Ohio. She hated to admit it... but
Iggy was right.
".... Iggy.."
"Yes Miss?"
"... You never really left the room huh.."
"Not entirely Miss. Should I begin preparations for an excursions visit?"
"... I hate you Iggy."
"As I you Miss, as I you. Shall we call ahead then?"
"... No. After all... he'd likely flee the country if he knew...."
To Be Continued[/center][/font]