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Date Posted: 20:14:41 04/22/02 Mon
Author: DT
Subject: What's Wrong?

((( It is late at night. Very late. The veil of darkness has long since dropped over the city of Boston, but it will soon lift up. Unlike this terrible losing streak. Tiger looks up at the dark sky. No stars shine through because of the blazing lights, but it still seems so dark. Even the moon is merely a ghost of what it should be. Like the sky smuthers the earth, but the earth tries constantly to choke the sky with its blinding lights. And the sky fails to over come the earth. Something so much bigger like space... seems only an acessory to the earth below Tiger's feet. Tiger is so large. A Goliath. And he stands above many, but he is continueally overcome from below. He continues to lose. There are two options. He can one: retire or at least go on a hiatus. He does not like his job any more. He's tired of wrestling. But he knows if he quits now, he could never forgive himself. He won't rest until he becomes Gladiator Champion. He can two: keep going. It is as simple as that. But how can you go through with something like this and not like it? If you become a slave to your job, you suck at it. )))



Tiger: "Are there clouds, or is it just dark?"



((( Tiger is not sure if he actually says it or not. Then he think he hears something from her, but it does not matter, now. He has already slipped back into into this river of thought. But it's not a river, nowadays. It's more like a glacier, lurching forward, scraping against the bottom of his brain as it oozes towards the sea... Pounding... pounding... pounding... At the bottom of his brain. Something that worries him... he doesn't know what. And there's no way to step back and take a look at things. He used to be able to do that, but now it feels like someone is there already. It feels like something hangs over his head, watching him... taking up the space he used to go to sort things out... )))



"Huh."



((( Most everything is blue now. And frozen. Or at least moving very slow. And the only thing that shows in Tiger's sleep plagued vision is Bach. Eyes constantly changing, they shine different shades of greenish yellow in the dark place. His white fur ruffles as if there is a constant wind, but it is quite warm on this night. )))



Bach: "I suppose you want some questions answered and some answers questioned, yeah?"



((( Tiger cannot find the energy to speak. It seems like too much of a chore to part his lips.)))



Bach: "I'm sure you feel spent, right? Maybe even a little depressed? Like you don't want to go on doing anything but standing in that spot, right? It's simply a side-effect of the second mind."



((( Tiger frowns and forces himself to talk. )))



Tiger: "This second mind is crushing my brain! It feels like someone gave me a mouth full of sleeping pills and sat an elephant on top of me!"



((( Bach tilts his head to a side. )))



Bach: "Don't worry. I know it's uncomfortable at the moment, but when it begins to meld with your own mind, it will feel much lighter. And then you'll have a little more say in the matter as well."



((( Tiger looks up. A spinning, dark phantasm of darkness and thought churns above him, pressing down on his mind. It drives him to a knee. )))



Tiger: "This is so... fuckin' uncomfortable... feels like... like... "/font color=firebrick>



((( Bach looks a little amused. )))



Bach: "Like you're eager for something and you don't know what? Like you feel sick and in a great deal of pain... yet you aren't? That my friend is being far, far too tired. It's a common side-effect of things like this. It takes much much energy. I told you you should have gotten more sleep."



((( Tiger pulls himself back to his feet. )))



Tiger: "What'd you mean by, 'and have more say in the matter'?"



((( Bach tilts his head to the other side. )))



Bach: "The mental satellite is not exactly you... it will become you once it melds to you, but as of now, it is different. I try as hard as I can to make the personality most like the owner's, but that's quite impossible. It's like you, but it is a different person."



((( And a descending cloud of fear envelopes him. Impending doom stabs him deep into his heart. Something is in control of him. And there is nothing that can be done... it's in the state of indifference. Now it feels really heavy. )))



Tiger: "You mean, I'm not in total control of my second mind?"



((( Bach shakes his small head. )))



Bach: "Not in the least. At least not now."



((( Tiger's head begins to sag. He shakes it. )))



Tiger: "This... doesn't feel too good. How th' hell am I supposed to even function right knowing something that I cannot possibly beat is hangin' over my head, with th' ability to make me do whatever it wants? And what will happen when it melds with my mind? What if I lose myself altogether to this thing?"



((( Bach sighs. )))



Bach: "It's not too large, so it shouldn't take you over completely. But, if you really don't want it to conquer you, you shouldn't be so afraid. Fear creates slaves out of its owner. This thing above you will defeat you if you cannot face it."



((( Bach pauses. )))



Bach: "Just like Gabriel. Or Jim Daher. Or the ones to come. Deacon Riggs. In the state ou're in, you cannot beat any of them. You will lose to Deacon Riggs."



((( Tiger slowly shakes his head, but Bach slowly nods his. )))



Tiger: "I don't fear them, because..."



((( Bach nods slowly. )))



Bach: "Because?"



((( Tiger licks his lips and swollows, eyes rapidly searching for an answer in the dark blue horizon. )))



Tiger: "If I lose it'll be because this thing is drainin' my energy!"



((( Bach's eyes look stone-like. )))



Bach: "If you lose it will be because, one, that thing will be driving your body to victory, two, you over come the fear and tear it down. But you will lose because you will try to fight it, but stop half-way, and it will crush you after you've pushed it up half-way."



((( Tiger begins to shake his head more viciously. Like a stubborn child. )))



Bach: "Get some rest. Sleep can heal many, many wounds."



((( Tiger veins pulse with what feels like pure frustration... pure anger... sadness. He shakes his head harder and harder, and harder still as if trying to shake away that bit of history. What has just happened... it cannot be real. If he shakes his head hard enough... and now Tiger no longer has control... )))

"Gimme yer fuckin' money!!!"


((( A figure makes a leap over the barbed wire fence, slinging himself up over them, knife pointed down, ready to stab, but a voice, as if a hypnotist, told his body what to do. And whether he likes it or not, Tiger obeys. )))

Grab his wrist and crush it. Then crush his head.


((( Tiger sees it happening, from both outside and inside, through his own eyes. Like whatever that has been hanging over him for so long, now has pushed him out of the way so as to guide his body which is now only a puppet. Tiger grabs the muggers wrist and simply squeezes, mashing it, blood flowing all over his forearm. The man screams out in pain and falls to his knees. Tiger's right comes down with the force of a meteor and fractures the man's skull. A sucking, gasping noise is utter, before that crimson liquid comes pouring from his mouth and eyes. The puppeteer tells Tiger's body to throw it into a puddle nearby, and it obliges readily.



Out of the corner of his eye, Tiger can see his wife. Her eyes, her jade eyes that burned with passion for him a little while ago, now are filled to the brim with utter fear and almost... he fears... disgust. )))



Kristine: "...What's wrong with you?"


Tick.



((( The scene opens up in that familiar white room. Well, at least familiar to some. Those that even gave a shit about Dark Tiger. And he stands there in front of the camera. But his dark, dark eyes look so hollow... )))



Tiger: "Hello, everyone. You see me? Who do you think I am? Dark Tiger? do think I'm him? No. I am not Dark Tiger. So, am I... Frank Pheonix? Nope, not him, either. So who am I? I, am, no one. I am simply someone that hangs over Dark Tiger, or, maybe, Frank Pheonix, and tells him what to do. I am a puppeteer. I am Dark Tiger's master. I am Frank Pheonix's master."



((( A pause. )))



Tiger: "He couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle defeat. And he couldn't handle winning, either, because he simply has not the winning quality any of these champions do. So, I am taking over. Whether he likes it or not. But he still struggles. He always struggles. And he's always struggling with you pathetic athletes out in the ring. But not any more."

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