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Date Posted: 23:10:02 11/06/00 Mon
Author: Skylar Thomas
Subject: Dig Your Own Hole

::{Hotel rooms had become his sancutary. Room service had become his lifeblood. The TV had become his one-eyed window to the outside world. Cigarettes had become his relief from tension and anxiety. Wrestling...had become an outlet for his suffering. This was his routine. To eat. To sleep. To fight. This was his way of life. Fufilling? Somewhat. Satisfying? Perhaps. But puglism nor the tedium of daily life had become his purpose. It was to find out something. To find out why people were, the way they were. Why some people had a tendancy to love and others to hate. It was this mystery that prompted Skylar Thomas to start an investigation to the most inward part of his psyche. Many times he asked himself, if he had not grown up a killer, abandoned by his original parents, and trained to take human life, would he have grown up normal? Would he have had the bankers job at Yorkshire Bank? Would he be married? Have a family? Have a loving wife to go home to? The cold harsh reality ate him alive. Every day, everything was the same. Just in a different place. Different bed, but the same lonely frame inside the satin sheets. Different city, but the same lonely entity that walked its streets.}::

::{Lovesick? Hell no. Intrigued. Yes. Stacey Jordan was the female embodiment of Skylar Thomas - minus the self- righteous angst and drug addiction. She was everything he was, in the mechanical sense. Always methodical in the way they fought - with a passion and with a reason. It was uncanny. But now Stacey Jordan had problems of her own. And where was Skylar in all of this? On the sidelines, watching everything run past him into sickening white oblivion that seemingly never ended. He watched Stacey fight tooth and nail for the respect she deserved but never got. He watched her maim herself week after week killing for just one more inch that would make some sort of mediocre point in this pipe dream. All you had to do to get the full effect of watching her fight was just add some classical music to the background and some special effects, and ta da - you had Skylar's epitome of what every woman should be. Skylar was alone. Stacey was not. She had enemies. Skylar had enemies. but through some inner twisted desire, her enemies became HIS enemies.}::

::{Skylar had shelled up into his hotel room that Saturday night; devoring chinese food from a corner restaurant down the street. He didn't want any visitors. During this time, he didn't even want to see Rellan or Celia outside of work. He was content with his everlasting solitude inside that hotel room. Yawning, he sat back on his bed and flipped to the last half of GWA's Saturday Pinnacle. Skylar brought the Sweet and Sour Chicken to his lips as the match between Stacey Jordan and Chris Carpenter began to start up. It was a good match - plenty of blood. But then suddenly, from out of nowhere came this...thing. This woman. Mai Himagaji. Sister to Mei. She began wailing on Stacey. At once, in a blind emotional torrent, Skylar sat straight up and leaned towardss the TV, straining to see what was going to happen. Suddenly, Skylar's hands descended upon the TV; caressing the image of Stacey Jordan - as if doing so was going to take away the pain Mai began to inflict. He began to whimper quietly "Security...Where is the security?" But his prayers were not answered for Rellan Shard and his team did not enter the parking lot. Then, he began to shake.}::

::{His hands fell from the TV and start to tremor. He closed his eyes - tears flowing like the waters of the Nile. His white, bony hands clentched together into fists. He buried his face into his fist, falling back on his haunches, whimpering loudly and babblingy incoherently. The small whimpers turned into screams. He rocked back and forth, grabbing his head. Images flashed before him - flames - bodies - blood - a wall of spike - definitions from the dictionary describing the words "searing" and "flesh" - a torrent of bullets - crying children - a stabbing. The sounds were relentless, coming out of the walls, from the bed, through the window - out of every crack in the entire room. He began to flail around, eyes screwed shut. He fell off the bed and stood up, swinging his arms and screaming. His fist connected with the TV, sending it flying through the thirty story window. He punched a mirror - the floor - the wall. Finally, fatigue had wrapped its arms around him and made him collapse. He laid there, momentarily spasming before passing out.}::

::{Mai would pay. Everyone would pay. Pay not in cash, but with thier blood. No doubt Stacey understandbly hated Skylar Thomas with a passion, but it was becoming more and more clear that Skylar on the other hand, had wanted to be not just a friend. but a protector. To save her from her past. To kill everything that ever hurt her before. He knew nothing of her past but he could still change the future. This recent emotional outburst was extremely unusual. In fact, Skylar had NEVER done this before. Perhaps it was the extreme amount of MindRazor he had taken earlier. MindRazor did give him a tendancy to be edgy. He sat up on his knees before standing up and putting on his coat. He needed air. He needed it now. Otherwise, he was going to snap again and it would be much worse. He left his hotel room and suddenly bumped into Celia. She had tears in her eyes.}::

Skylar: Whats wrong...

::{Her lip quivered before spilling out the words.}::

Celia: You've lied to us all this time.... Why?? I'm your sister?

Skylar: Lie? About what?

Celia: Skylar...The MindRazor... You're dying.... It's killing you. Don't you know that?!

::{Skylar stayed silent.}::

Skylar: Who told you.

Celia: All this time I thought--

Skylar: WHO TOLD YOU???

Celia: I looked in your medical records too see if you ever suffered from depression! We wanted to know why you wanted to be alone all the time lately....

Skylar: Who's we?

::{Just then Rellan walked around the corner.}::

Rellan: Me.

::{Skylar charged at Rellan and slammed him against the wall, holding him up foot in the air.}::

Skylar: Where were you on Pinnacle huh? WHERE WAS YOUR SECURITY TEAM HUH? WHY WERENT YOU DOING YOUR JOB?!

::{Celia tried to pull Skylar off of Rellan. Rellan was turning blue as SKylar held him by the throat agains tthe wall. Skylar's head snapped towards his sister.}::

Skylar: DON'T TOUCH ME!

::{SKylar turned his attention back to Rellan.}::

Skylar: You went into my personal files. Those are private. Look at you. The air has gone from your body. Your lungs need to expand or they will explode and deflate in a half minute. I don't care if you are my tag partner - if you don't do your job, I WILL kick your ass inside out.

::{With tremendous strength, Skylar lifted Rellan eye to eye with him; his hand wrapped around Rellan's throat.}::

Skylar: Do not FUCK with me.

::{He let Rellan drop to the ground, holding his throat.}::

Celia: Where are you going?

Skylar: I'll be fine...

::{Skylar left the hotel and began walking up the street. The MindRazor was giving him sleepless nights. But what's insomnia to someone nearly immortal? He shoved his hands into his pockets, hiding them away from the cold, fall air. He walked down the street as a church bell sounded out that it was 11pm. He didn't know where he was walking to. No destination. No direction. He just walked. This truly, was the beginning to his downward spiral, and if he went, he was going to take everyone with him.}::

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