Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Mar 29, 2007 20:55:45 GMT -5
| Just because you don't understand it .. |
The clouds swirled around you, making a funnel like shape. They hail danced around you in the wind, falling to its despise as the ground grew ever closer. You looked around you and there was nothing but the storm which brewed ever more violently.
You fell toward the ground, speeding through the air at breakneck speeds. Your long black hair was being pulled back so hard it felt as if it was going to be yanked right out of your scalp.
Your face hurt from the moisture in the wind being whipped against your soft skin. Your mouth was stretched from the stress the wind passing by your head was putting on it. You could barely breath the wind was so instance.
Hail rained down around you, some stones missing you by mere centimeters. You looked around once more, looking for something to grasp onto to save yourself. That was stupid, you were over ten thousand feet up over a city when you were dropped. Of coarse there was nothing to grasp onto.
Suddenly, the clouds around you broke and you could see the skyline of the city once more, but not at the normal angle. You were looking straight down at the tops of the sky scrapers.
Horror finally struck hard when you realized you were heading straight for the busy street in between two sky scrapers. If you moved either way, you would hit them, and if you kept your present course, you would be splattered all over the asphalt. An extremely disturbing thought, at best.
You continued to plummet toward the busy city street. No means of escape. No parachute, no secret jet pack. You WERE going to hit the pavement, and you WERE going to die. There was no way of getting out of it. No way at all.
Your long black coat flapped in the wind behind you. Your deep blue jeans were skin tight, just as your white t-shirt was. You felt your muscles tightening as well, as the realization of your impending death took over your body.
You could now see the speeding cars beneath you, buzzing this way and that. You screamed, but nobody could hear you. It was stupid to scream. It's not like it would save you. Nothing would save you. Nothing COULD save you.
Fear engulfed you. The ground was there, ten feet down. You screamed again.
AND ..
---
Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass jumps, awakening from a startling dream. He looked around, and realized he was safe in 'the' room, in his black leather chair. He laughed at his foolishness. For a minute he actually thought he was falling to his death.
He looks around at the room. Since the last time you've seen it, it has had more things added to it. More paintings, another bookshelf and an empty wooden box on the wall with a glass front on it.
He turns to his side table and picks up the glass that sits there. In the beautifully shaped wine glass is blood red wine. The bubbles within it are parading about, bursting here, forming there. Jordan watches this, quite amused by it for a moment, then he gulps down the full glass of the substance.
He lays the glass back on the table and gets to his feet. He was wearing an amazing golden necklace with a cross pendant dangling loosely from it. On his finger, once again, is the beautiful golden ring with the dark red ruby in the center. The stone was massive. It must have had some sort of significance .. if only you knew what.
He also wore his shimmering black leather trench coat and his shining black leather boots. Under his coat he wore his white muscle tee and his legs bore a pair of deep navy blue jeans.
He slowly paced toward the giant window and peered out at the snow glazed world on the other side of it. He smiled, acknowledging the warmth of the fire heated room even more now than before.
His hands behind his back, he continued to gaze through the glass, admiring the outside world. The world on the other side of that window. The dimension beyond that portal. He licked his smooth lips, depriving them of any wine that was left on their surface.
He raised his right hand and brushed the black wall of tangled stands back from his grey eyes, which shone like two diamonds. It was amazing how those eyes could be so dead, but look so alive all at once.
He returned his hand behind his back .. and spoke.
Jordan ~ What a beautiful world we live in, yes? Four seasons with beautiful names. Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. All of them .. shine with wonder.
The winter .. is like a perfectly carved, one of a kind diamond. It glimmers, it illuminates, and sparkles dance upon it's surface with such grace.
The spring .. is when life is abundant. The trees bud, the flowers bloom and the grass comes back to the realm of the living.
The summer .. is bright and alive. Everything flourishes in the suns rays. Nothing is left alone, everything has a partner.
The autumn .. is the season of color. It supplies us with our dose of color before the white of winter. The leaves jump and leap in the wind freely.
What a wonderful world.
Jordan's smile turns into a look of pure bitterness. He looks as if he had just watched a grown man beat a toddler. His eyes have lost their sparkle and are now just plain dark grey.
Jordan ~ Goddamn this world. It's such a fucking shit hole.
Jordan begins to speak in a mocking tone.
Jordan ~ Oh, it's so beautiful. It's lovely.
Jordan's eyes begin to burn with rage.
Jordan ~ FUCK YOU! Damn it this sucks. Why am I punished by having to live on this ball of shit? I wish I and everyone I cared about lived somewhere nice, like Venus. The deadly atmosphere, the clouds of acid. That would be my dream home. But instead I'm stuck here on this hell hole.
Jordan spins on his heel with such grace that you are almost in awe of the way he did it. He slowly walks back to his chair, and seats himself. He leans back, his leather coat squeaking against the leather seat.
He closes his eyes and rubs his temples with his first and middle fingers.
Jordan ~ All this damn planning is giving me a damn headache ..
He opens his eyes back up and places his arms on the arms on the chair. He smiles at the camera.
Jordan ~ If I had my way, The Darkness and I would rule this planet from a fortress well away from it. So that we wouldn't have to suffer like the rest of the simpletons on this ball of dirt.
When we are done with what we have planned, all will bow at our feet and ask our permission of the simplest tasks. And we will take pleasure in denying them EVERYTHING they want, just as we were denied everything we wanted as children. They will all know what it feels like to know all these things are out there, but you have no access to them whatsoever.
He looks around the room, pointing to the things which surround him.
Jordan ~ See all this? This is compensation for all the suffering and hate I received as a child. I am NOT going to fail and lose all this. I WILL continue to grow as a wrestler and a .. how will I say .. leader? .. alongside Jake and 'the other'. I will not let ANYONE knock me off my pedestal.
He gets to his feet and slowly walks across the room toward the earlier mentioned wooden box which hangs on the wall. When he gets to it, he puts his large hand on top of it.
Jordan ~ After A Fool's Revenge, this box will hold my lifes work. My first gold. The XTreme Championship belt will be on display here, in 'the' room. Whomever are granted entrance into this room will witness this belt, and realize how fast my rise to power was. Hence, I must be a great wrestler.
One of the greats, obviously, has been brought into this company in me, and I will not disappoint anyone who counts on me. My friends and companions will never have to tell me "Better luck next time" because I don't need luck or anything of the sort. All I need is my skill and power to dominate like I have been doing in this federation.
Jordan smiles, looking into the camera, those deep grey pools flowing into your soul, searching for whatever secrets you held deep inside of you.
Jordan ~ Down inside, you all know who the winner of this match will be. You all know who you want to be the victor in this conflict. There is no doubt. It is I you wish to this blessing. Don't deny it, because you know it is the truth.
Deep down inside, Prozac knows I'm going to win too. So does Ritalin, so does Jake, so does Makaveli. Everyone knows it, somewhere deep down inside themselves.
Jordan walks toward the closed door, smiling. He stops with his hand on the cool, rounded, silver door-knob.
Jordan ~ Five .. four .. three .. two .. one ..
.. and Jordan twists the door-knob and swings open the door. There stands Jake Xavier with his hand outstretched, ready to knock on the thick wooden door. The look on his face is priceless.
Jake ~ Okay .. how the fuck did you do that?
Jordan laughs, then steps outside the door, past Jake.
Jordan ~ I just had a .. 'feeling', if you will, that you would be there when I opened that door. That's all.
Jake laughs, then turns to look at Jordan.
Jake ~ Whatever the fuck you just did, it was damn creepy.
They both laugh. Jordan turns back to the camera with a smile gracing his lips. He puts his two hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Jordan ~ Be prepared Robert. I will hit you with the Shards of Glass. If it's the last thing I ever do in the span of my natural life, I will do it. Just .. be ready.
You can't resist The Darkness .. eventually, it will consume you.
Both Jake and Jordan turn away from the camera and walk off. The door shuts creakily by itself, like the kind of thing you'd see in an old-fashion horror movie.
Your view turns toward the burning flame in the limestone fireplace. Suddenly, it goes out as if a wind had doused it. What happened?
| .. doesn't mean it can't hurt you. |
The clouds swirled around you, making a funnel like shape. They hail danced around you in the wind, falling to its despise as the ground grew ever closer. You looked around you and there was nothing but the storm which brewed ever more violently.
You fell toward the ground, speeding through the air at breakneck speeds. Your long black hair was being pulled back so hard it felt as if it was going to be yanked right out of your scalp.
Your face hurt from the moisture in the wind being whipped against your soft skin. Your mouth was stretched from the stress the wind passing by your head was putting on it. You could barely breath the wind was so instance.
Hail rained down around you, some stones missing you by mere centimeters. You looked around once more, looking for something to grasp onto to save yourself. That was stupid, you were over ten thousand feet up over a city when you were dropped. Of coarse there was nothing to grasp onto.
Suddenly, the clouds around you broke and you could see the skyline of the city once more, but not at the normal angle. You were looking straight down at the tops of the sky scrapers.
Horror finally struck hard when you realized you were heading straight for the busy street in between two sky scrapers. If you moved either way, you would hit them, and if you kept your present course, you would be splattered all over the asphalt. An extremely disturbing thought, at best.
You continued to plummet toward the busy city street. No means of escape. No parachute, no secret jet pack. You WERE going to hit the pavement, and you WERE going to die. There was no way of getting out of it. No way at all.
Your long black coat flapped in the wind behind you. Your deep blue jeans were skin tight, just as your white t-shirt was. You felt your muscles tightening as well, as the realization of your impending death took over your body.
You could now see the speeding cars beneath you, buzzing this way and that. You screamed, but nobody could hear you. It was stupid to scream. It's not like it would save you. Nothing would save you. Nothing COULD save you.
Fear engulfed you. The ground was there, ten feet down. You screamed again.
AND ..
---
Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass jumps, awakening from a startling dream. He looked around, and realized he was safe in 'the' room, in his black leather chair. He laughed at his foolishness. For a minute he actually thought he was falling to his death.
He looks around at the room. Since the last time you've seen it, it has had more things added to it. More paintings, another bookshelf and an empty wooden box on the wall with a glass front on it.
He turns to his side table and picks up the glass that sits there. In the beautifully shaped wine glass is blood red wine. The bubbles within it are parading about, bursting here, forming there. Jordan watches this, quite amused by it for a moment, then he gulps down the full glass of the substance.
He lays the glass back on the table and gets to his feet. He was wearing an amazing golden necklace with a cross pendant dangling loosely from it. On his finger, once again, is the beautiful golden ring with the dark red ruby in the center. The stone was massive. It must have had some sort of significance .. if only you knew what.
He also wore his shimmering black leather trench coat and his shining black leather boots. Under his coat he wore his white muscle tee and his legs bore a pair of deep navy blue jeans.
He slowly paced toward the giant window and peered out at the snow glazed world on the other side of it. He smiled, acknowledging the warmth of the fire heated room even more now than before.
His hands behind his back, he continued to gaze through the glass, admiring the outside world. The world on the other side of that window. The dimension beyond that portal. He licked his smooth lips, depriving them of any wine that was left on their surface.
He raised his right hand and brushed the black wall of tangled stands back from his grey eyes, which shone like two diamonds. It was amazing how those eyes could be so dead, but look so alive all at once.
He returned his hand behind his back .. and spoke.
Jordan ~ What a beautiful world we live in, yes? Four seasons with beautiful names. Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. All of them .. shine with wonder.
The winter .. is like a perfectly carved, one of a kind diamond. It glimmers, it illuminates, and sparkles dance upon it's surface with such grace.
The spring .. is when life is abundant. The trees bud, the flowers bloom and the grass comes back to the realm of the living.
The summer .. is bright and alive. Everything flourishes in the suns rays. Nothing is left alone, everything has a partner.
The autumn .. is the season of color. It supplies us with our dose of color before the white of winter. The leaves jump and leap in the wind freely.
What a wonderful world.
Jordan's smile turns into a look of pure bitterness. He looks as if he had just watched a grown man beat a toddler. His eyes have lost their sparkle and are now just plain dark grey.
Jordan ~ Goddamn this world. It's such a fucking shit hole.
Jordan begins to speak in a mocking tone.
Jordan ~ Oh, it's so beautiful. It's lovely.
Jordan's eyes begin to burn with rage.
Jordan ~ FUCK YOU! Damn it this sucks. Why am I punished by having to live on this ball of shit? I wish I and everyone I cared about lived somewhere nice, like Venus. The deadly atmosphere, the clouds of acid. That would be my dream home. But instead I'm stuck here on this hell hole.
Jordan spins on his heel with such grace that you are almost in awe of the way he did it. He slowly walks back to his chair, and seats himself. He leans back, his leather coat squeaking against the leather seat.
He closes his eyes and rubs his temples with his first and middle fingers.
Jordan ~ All this damn planning is giving me a damn headache ..
He opens his eyes back up and places his arms on the arms on the chair. He smiles at the camera.
Jordan ~ If I had my way, The Darkness and I would rule this planet from a fortress well away from it. So that we wouldn't have to suffer like the rest of the simpletons on this ball of dirt.
When we are done with what we have planned, all will bow at our feet and ask our permission of the simplest tasks. And we will take pleasure in denying them EVERYTHING they want, just as we were denied everything we wanted as children. They will all know what it feels like to know all these things are out there, but you have no access to them whatsoever.
He looks around the room, pointing to the things which surround him.
Jordan ~ See all this? This is compensation for all the suffering and hate I received as a child. I am NOT going to fail and lose all this. I WILL continue to grow as a wrestler and a .. how will I say .. leader? .. alongside Jake and 'the other'. I will not let ANYONE knock me off my pedestal.
He gets to his feet and slowly walks across the room toward the earlier mentioned wooden box which hangs on the wall. When he gets to it, he puts his large hand on top of it.
Jordan ~ After A Fool's Revenge, this box will hold my lifes work. My first gold. The XTreme Championship belt will be on display here, in 'the' room. Whomever are granted entrance into this room will witness this belt, and realize how fast my rise to power was. Hence, I must be a great wrestler.
One of the greats, obviously, has been brought into this company in me, and I will not disappoint anyone who counts on me. My friends and companions will never have to tell me "Better luck next time" because I don't need luck or anything of the sort. All I need is my skill and power to dominate like I have been doing in this federation.
Jordan smiles, looking into the camera, those deep grey pools flowing into your soul, searching for whatever secrets you held deep inside of you.
Jordan ~ Down inside, you all know who the winner of this match will be. You all know who you want to be the victor in this conflict. There is no doubt. It is I you wish to this blessing. Don't deny it, because you know it is the truth.
Deep down inside, Prozac knows I'm going to win too. So does Ritalin, so does Jake, so does Makaveli. Everyone knows it, somewhere deep down inside themselves.
Jordan walks toward the closed door, smiling. He stops with his hand on the cool, rounded, silver door-knob.
Jordan ~ Five .. four .. three .. two .. one ..
.. and Jordan twists the door-knob and swings open the door. There stands Jake Xavier with his hand outstretched, ready to knock on the thick wooden door. The look on his face is priceless.
Jake ~ Okay .. how the fuck did you do that?
Jordan laughs, then steps outside the door, past Jake.
Jordan ~ I just had a .. 'feeling', if you will, that you would be there when I opened that door. That's all.
Jake laughs, then turns to look at Jordan.
Jake ~ Whatever the fuck you just did, it was damn creepy.
They both laugh. Jordan turns back to the camera with a smile gracing his lips. He puts his two hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Jordan ~ Be prepared Robert. I will hit you with the Shards of Glass. If it's the last thing I ever do in the span of my natural life, I will do it. Just .. be ready.
You can't resist The Darkness .. eventually, it will consume you.
Both Jake and Jordan turn away from the camera and walk off. The door shuts creakily by itself, like the kind of thing you'd see in an old-fashion horror movie.
Your view turns toward the burning flame in the limestone fireplace. Suddenly, it goes out as if a wind had doused it. What happened?
| .. doesn't mean it can't hurt you. |
