Post by revan on Aug 20, 2008 12:40:32 GMT -5
Christian Pryce was waiting for somebody in his dressing room. A psychiatrist. Somebody to tell him who or what Christus was. He looked nervous, part of him didn’t want to know. Until he heard a voice it was coming from the mirror. He walked over to it and looked. There was nobody there; still facing the mirror he looked around until he heard the voice again. The voice wasn’t coming from near the mirror. it was the mirror. The reflection was Pryce’s but it was talking freely without the original even moving his lips. The reflection pointed at him.
So this is the body that I have been forced upon. Ha nothing much, could have given me somebody bigger or more talented. Heck if I had a choice it would be Bain’s body that I would be controlling. But heck when its forced its forced.
Pryce looked on in disbelief. What the hell. Pryce finally spoke up
Who are you? And what the Fuck is happening.
The reflection shakes his head.
Oh dear you really aren’t that bright are you? Its me, the one who has been controlling you…Bloody hell, I will give you one big hint. He looks like you talks like you but has a thirst for bloodshed. Sound familiar?
Pryce’s eyes widen he was talking to the menace he had been trying to get rid of.
Christus, but how is this possible.
I don’t know, and to be honest I couldn’t care less, now I am free it looks like we will be having a lot more fun. If that stupid rule that stated if we cant to come out and play with everybody wasn’t around then you would all probably be dead now. Oh well, look like we will have to make do.
Who are you?
What are you eight? Nobody asks that question any more. It’s the new era, nobody cares about whom or what is in him or her, it’s just the power they like. It’s the freedom; it has its own effect on them. But as to what I am, I am you of course.
Deep down in your psyche there is a part of you that is hidden, call it an inner demon. Everybody has one, its just most people can control his or hers. You cant, so here I am to wipe up this sorry story known as your career. Nobody respects you; Nobody would care if you won a match or not. But that’s why I am here. To fight back where you cant. To show the world that Christus Pryce is a menace that will kill anybody he has to make himself known.
It’s Christian
Yeah whatever kid! But let me tell you something without me then you would be where you are now. You wouldn’t be fighting for a title; heck you would have lost to the freak show known as Sylvester. so you’d better be grateful and give in to the power otherwise you and me will be having a little chat again.
A knock on the door, and Pryce turns around
Its open
He looks back and the reflection was still there but it was his again. Weird.
So this is the body that I have been forced upon. Ha nothing much, could have given me somebody bigger or more talented. Heck if I had a choice it would be Bain’s body that I would be controlling. But heck when its forced its forced.
Pryce looked on in disbelief. What the hell. Pryce finally spoke up
Who are you? And what the Fuck is happening.
The reflection shakes his head.
Oh dear you really aren’t that bright are you? Its me, the one who has been controlling you…Bloody hell, I will give you one big hint. He looks like you talks like you but has a thirst for bloodshed. Sound familiar?
Pryce’s eyes widen he was talking to the menace he had been trying to get rid of.
Christus, but how is this possible.
I don’t know, and to be honest I couldn’t care less, now I am free it looks like we will be having a lot more fun. If that stupid rule that stated if we cant to come out and play with everybody wasn’t around then you would all probably be dead now. Oh well, look like we will have to make do.
Who are you?
What are you eight? Nobody asks that question any more. It’s the new era, nobody cares about whom or what is in him or her, it’s just the power they like. It’s the freedom; it has its own effect on them. But as to what I am, I am you of course.
Deep down in your psyche there is a part of you that is hidden, call it an inner demon. Everybody has one, its just most people can control his or hers. You cant, so here I am to wipe up this sorry story known as your career. Nobody respects you; Nobody would care if you won a match or not. But that’s why I am here. To fight back where you cant. To show the world that Christus Pryce is a menace that will kill anybody he has to make himself known.
It’s Christian
Yeah whatever kid! But let me tell you something without me then you would be where you are now. You wouldn’t be fighting for a title; heck you would have lost to the freak show known as Sylvester. so you’d better be grateful and give in to the power otherwise you and me will be having a little chat again.
A knock on the door, and Pryce turns around
Its open
He looks back and the reflection was still there but it was his again. Weird.