- Messages
- 40
- Points
- 18
Blackness our familiar scene. The absence of light dominates our frame, until a spark, a flicker, and then the beauty appears. Katheryn Wicked leans forward silent for a moment as once more she’s lit from off camera. Her face is ringed in light, and a soft but menacing smile crosses her lips before that soft and sweet voice begins to embrace our ears.
“Reading….I have done a lot of reading. I had the time. You see I spent an extended stay in places where there was little to do, but entertain one’s self. When the entertainments I desired were not allowed me, I read. Fiction, non fiction, biography, and even comic books. Anything searching for stories I could relate to. Stories that shared my experience. I found very few. Not many write about a life in confinement. A life where most of those who come in contact with you are terrified of what you might do.”
The smile fading from her face Katheryn adjusts her glasses looking down for a moment.
“Survival Ms. Riot? You wish to define the word to me? Someone who has survived the places I have. I spent years before adulthood surviving in a world of people, and their demons. It was a fight. One I rose to become skilled at. I have yet to meet someone's issues that compare to my own. Where most will stop and pause, my demon only encourages pushing forward. Digging deeper for that next level of pain and torment that may be inflicted on someone.”
“So yes I know all about survival, and furthermore I know about going beyond just surviving. I never simply survived. I thrived in a world most would be devoured by. I ruled in a realm of the lost and demented. I was feared above all others, and believe me I will be again.”
Katheryn shivers for a moment as a smile returns to her face.
“My body tingles with anticipation for our meeting Ms. Riot. The pain we'll share, the cheers from the crowd as we attempt to break one another, the world finally getting a taste of who I am. I look forward to the fear in people's eyes, to everyone wondering how far I'll take it this time, and no one knowing the answer.”
Shrugging her shoulders Katheryn shakes her head for a moment.
“Truthfully I don't know the answer to the question myself. You see wins and loses mean little to me. The things that drive me are far darker. The pain on my opponent's face, the torment imparted to them by an encounter with me. These are some of the things I desire, and I simply have no idea how far I'll go to achieve them. I do know that no matter the outcome my opponents will be haunted by me for the rest of their careers.”
“You're the first not the last Ms. Riot. Until Sunday... Happy reading.”
Katheryn starts to laugh, and disappears into the darkness. Suddenly her laughter stops and a flash of red fills the screen briefly before the scene ends.
“Reading….I have done a lot of reading. I had the time. You see I spent an extended stay in places where there was little to do, but entertain one’s self. When the entertainments I desired were not allowed me, I read. Fiction, non fiction, biography, and even comic books. Anything searching for stories I could relate to. Stories that shared my experience. I found very few. Not many write about a life in confinement. A life where most of those who come in contact with you are terrified of what you might do.”
The smile fading from her face Katheryn adjusts her glasses looking down for a moment.
“Survival Ms. Riot? You wish to define the word to me? Someone who has survived the places I have. I spent years before adulthood surviving in a world of people, and their demons. It was a fight. One I rose to become skilled at. I have yet to meet someone's issues that compare to my own. Where most will stop and pause, my demon only encourages pushing forward. Digging deeper for that next level of pain and torment that may be inflicted on someone.”
“So yes I know all about survival, and furthermore I know about going beyond just surviving. I never simply survived. I thrived in a world most would be devoured by. I ruled in a realm of the lost and demented. I was feared above all others, and believe me I will be again.”
Katheryn shivers for a moment as a smile returns to her face.
“My body tingles with anticipation for our meeting Ms. Riot. The pain we'll share, the cheers from the crowd as we attempt to break one another, the world finally getting a taste of who I am. I look forward to the fear in people's eyes, to everyone wondering how far I'll take it this time, and no one knowing the answer.”
Shrugging her shoulders Katheryn shakes her head for a moment.
“Truthfully I don't know the answer to the question myself. You see wins and loses mean little to me. The things that drive me are far darker. The pain on my opponent's face, the torment imparted to them by an encounter with me. These are some of the things I desire, and I simply have no idea how far I'll go to achieve them. I do know that no matter the outcome my opponents will be haunted by me for the rest of their careers.”
“You're the first not the last Ms. Riot. Until Sunday... Happy reading.”
Katheryn starts to laugh, and disappears into the darkness. Suddenly her laughter stops and a flash of red fills the screen briefly before the scene ends.
