Post by prozac on Apr 26, 2007 20:36:50 GMT -5
It was a dark night just like any other, the moon shines bright in the sky and there are stars twinkling everywhere. On this quite night a dark figure walks the empty streets. As we take a closer look it is Prozac, he's calmly walking down the street smiling like always wearing black jeans, black T-shirt and black sneakers. His hands are in his pockets and his eyes are wide open. There is a gust of wind that blows against his face and he squints his eyes as he continues to walk. He makes a right at the next corner and only walks a little ways before hearing a loud bone chilling scream. He looks towards the noise and there it was, a building engulfed in flames. there are people from houses all around by there windows and in the street watching this deadly event. It was a big apartment building and you can see people that must of lived there out side crying as they watch there homes turn to ash. More screams are heard from inside the building, there are still people in there. Prozac's smile gets wiped off his face fast and before he even thinks about it he rushes to the open door of the building. He enters the main hall just threw the door and he stops and looks around. The ground floor which he is on has not been touched by the fire yet but the floors above him are not so lucky. The scream is heard again and his head swings in that direction. It is coming form above him and again without wasting a second he charges for the staircase. As he ruses up the flight of stairs to the second floor the temperature rises every second. Once on the second floor he is met with thick black smoke that fills the halls. he takes a deep breath in the last bit of clean air then covers his mouth and nose with the top of his shirt. Again the scream is heard it's coming from above him still and he runs up the next flight of stairs. He is now on the third floor of a four floor building. The horrible shriek is heard yet again and this time its on the same floor. Prozac heads down the smoke fill hall waving his hands in front of his to try and wave the smoke away. His eyes start to burn as he frantically looks for the owner of the screams. He is lucky the fire in not in the halls but every room he passes is being destroyed by this destructive monster. Again the scream hits his ears loud as ever, it is from the room right next to him to his left. The door is closed so he takes a step back then with all his might steps forward and kicks the door. It fly's open, breaks off the hinges and crashes to the floor with a loud bang. This room like the others are filled with flames. The sweat begins to form on Prozac's face as he enters the room.You can hear the crackle of the fire all around him as he looks all over the room.
Prozac
WHERE ARE YOU?
Prozac yells, his voice filled with panic. His eyes search each flame filled corner of the room but he sees nothing and there is no response.
Prozac
HELLO? WHERE ARE YOU?
Again there is no response. Prozac fears the worst but he is not giving up yet. The fire is rapidly spreading. His cloths are turning gray with the ashes of the building and his head is black from the fumes.
Voice
Your fire is almost out!
Prozac jumps at the sound of the voice. He turns on a heel and sees nothing he spins again to another directions and again nothing there. The voice sounded like a women's. It was distant and sounded calm, who would be calm at a time like this?
Prozac
I am here to help where are you?
Voice
Your fire, your passion, your fuel that drove you threw your life has been fading lately.
Prozac
What?
The words are not making any sense as they are spoken like riddles. Prozac is now surrounded by the flames and he still cant find the source of the voice. What is going on here? He asks himself. He begins to think about just getting out of the building.
Voice
Find what drives you! Rekindle your fire!
Prozac can barely see anything any more and begins to back step to the door but is met with flames that rise above his head.
Voice
Find it!
The flames start shooting out in a circle around him and they begin closing in Prozac spins looking for as escape, his heart racing.
Voice
FIND IT!
With those last words screamed Prozac jumps up sitting in his bed. He is breathing heavy and sweating water falls, his heart beat is just as fast as it was in the dream and the words that he woke up to are echoing in his head. He has no shirt on and his muscles shine from the sweat. There is a blanket covering his lower half. He appear calm but behind those dark eyes he's a little frightened and bewildered by that all to real dream. He shakes his head and raises is hands wiping the sweat off his face. He swings his legs off the bed and stands up slowly and waits for his legs to get completely study. He slowly walks to his bathroom his shaky legs carrying him best they can. In the bathroom he turns the handle no the sink for cold water. He places his hands under the water for a few seconds before smacking his face with both hands.
Prozac
What drives me?
Prozac look in the mirror and sees the same reflexing as always, nothing different just him. He begins to really look deep in his eyes and he begins to search his mind and heart. He then places both hands on the sink in front of him.
Prozac
What drives me? How the he;ll should I know? And what drives me where? What hell was that and why is it bothering me so much? Is it about wrestling?
Something about asking that shot a familiar sound threw his head, The words "Find It!" echoed in his head once more.
Prozac
It has to be. It's about how bad I have been lately. Even though I did win that match to get the title shot. but that was only one match I lost again last week in a handicap match. I have been falling lately. I know I am better then this. This is my life and I am letting it slip threw my fingers. It is my life I live, sleep, breath, talk wrestling. My dreams, my promises...
With each word he says the dream begins to make sense. Prozac glares at himself in the mirror is face more serious then ever. A cheerful yet evil grin begins to form on his face.
Prozac
My life...I have got lazy and for this I have lost more then just my title...
Prozac nods to himself in the mirror.
Prozac
Ok you want Prozac you got him.
Prozac turns away form the mirror and leaves the room and the scene ends.
Prozac
WHERE ARE YOU?
Prozac yells, his voice filled with panic. His eyes search each flame filled corner of the room but he sees nothing and there is no response.
Prozac
HELLO? WHERE ARE YOU?
Again there is no response. Prozac fears the worst but he is not giving up yet. The fire is rapidly spreading. His cloths are turning gray with the ashes of the building and his head is black from the fumes.
Voice
Your fire is almost out!
Prozac jumps at the sound of the voice. He turns on a heel and sees nothing he spins again to another directions and again nothing there. The voice sounded like a women's. It was distant and sounded calm, who would be calm at a time like this?
Prozac
I am here to help where are you?
Voice
Your fire, your passion, your fuel that drove you threw your life has been fading lately.
Prozac
What?
The words are not making any sense as they are spoken like riddles. Prozac is now surrounded by the flames and he still cant find the source of the voice. What is going on here? He asks himself. He begins to think about just getting out of the building.
Voice
Find what drives you! Rekindle your fire!
Prozac can barely see anything any more and begins to back step to the door but is met with flames that rise above his head.
Voice
Find it!
The flames start shooting out in a circle around him and they begin closing in Prozac spins looking for as escape, his heart racing.
Voice
FIND IT!
With those last words screamed Prozac jumps up sitting in his bed. He is breathing heavy and sweating water falls, his heart beat is just as fast as it was in the dream and the words that he woke up to are echoing in his head. He has no shirt on and his muscles shine from the sweat. There is a blanket covering his lower half. He appear calm but behind those dark eyes he's a little frightened and bewildered by that all to real dream. He shakes his head and raises is hands wiping the sweat off his face. He swings his legs off the bed and stands up slowly and waits for his legs to get completely study. He slowly walks to his bathroom his shaky legs carrying him best they can. In the bathroom he turns the handle no the sink for cold water. He places his hands under the water for a few seconds before smacking his face with both hands.
Prozac
What drives me?
Prozac look in the mirror and sees the same reflexing as always, nothing different just him. He begins to really look deep in his eyes and he begins to search his mind and heart. He then places both hands on the sink in front of him.
Prozac
What drives me? How the he;ll should I know? And what drives me where? What hell was that and why is it bothering me so much? Is it about wrestling?
Something about asking that shot a familiar sound threw his head, The words "Find It!" echoed in his head once more.
Prozac
It has to be. It's about how bad I have been lately. Even though I did win that match to get the title shot. but that was only one match I lost again last week in a handicap match. I have been falling lately. I know I am better then this. This is my life and I am letting it slip threw my fingers. It is my life I live, sleep, breath, talk wrestling. My dreams, my promises...
With each word he says the dream begins to make sense. Prozac glares at himself in the mirror is face more serious then ever. A cheerful yet evil grin begins to form on his face.
Prozac
My life...I have got lazy and for this I have lost more then just my title...
Prozac nods to himself in the mirror.
Prozac
Ok you want Prozac you got him.
Prozac turns away form the mirror and leaves the room and the scene ends.