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| Cera | Jan 2 2013, 01:56 AM Post #1 |
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![]() "And what if I kept the hand-me-downs you won't grow into? And what if I really thought some miracle would see us through? But maybe the miracle was even getting one... moment with you." Her soft singing came to a momentary pause, the room lingering on her every melodic word. We were all sitting or standing around, watching this beautiful, famous woman sing her heart out. She was sitting on a stool in one of the biggest hospitals in Mississippi, in a room full of patients, doctors and nurses alike. A guy who worked in the hospital played his guitar, as the woman sang to the patients and their families. After the short break in the song, she finished up (to the dismay of everyone listening). "Come on baby, with me, we're gonna fly away... from here..... You were... my best... four years." The guitarist continued playing as the woman gently rested a hand on the shoulder of the boy who had come along with her, before continuing warmly. "...I remember your bare feet... down the hallway... I love you to the moon and... back." As she let her husky voice fade, the room burst into applause. She smiled at us, carefully moving to her feet and bowing slightly. I wanted to talk to her, so I hurried forward as a reporter began speaking into the mic he held. "And that was the ACW wrestler, a woman who may be rough in the ring, but gentle outside of it... Cera!" The woman, dressed in a black mini dress lined with lace, pulled on her leather jacket and smirked as another woman bounced forward. I knew who that was... Jen Ryette. She was Cera's manager, and known to be the Baddest Bitch's contrast. The sweet to her sour. The smile to her scowl. People absolutely adored Jen and her bubbly personality. But I was far more interested in Cera, who's always deemed to be some kind of horrible monster. Yet she was singing to young patients in our hospital, visiting the sick... was it the holiday spirit flowing through her? I had to find out. "Miss Cera, it's Christmas Eve here in Mississippi and ACW's event is only a few days away. Are you planning on being charitable all day today before training for your match tomorrow?" "Training?" The Baddest Bitch brushed her shining hair behind her ear, smiling calmly. "I have no need to train. I'd rather spend my time here, helping all these needy kids and patients. I don't need to 'practice' for a match against a bipolar wannabe who couldn't even handle the wrestling scene." "Those are some cold words for your own sister." "Half sister. And she and I don't really get along. I'm sure she spent her holidays messing around... ya know, drinking coffee and watching Family Guy, and only thinking of herself or her little friends in the Court. She's an incredibly selfish person. How I'm related to her, or my so-called 'Christian' sister Reya, is beyond me..." "Do you not get along with Reya either?" "Oh no, she's my fraternal twin. Naturally, I adore her." Cera sighed, looking distraught as she spoke. "It's sad... I asked her to come here and help out these sick kids. Hell, I even said she could bring her ugh... friends... along. But I didn't get a response. Looks like someone was too busy to care about others." "Wow. Looks like what you wrestlers do and say during your events truly are all an act." The reporter looked stunned, before recovering and flashing Cera a smile. How sad... the guy actually thought he had a chance. Oh sure, he seemed to just be interviewing her. But his eyes flashed down on occasion, checking her out. And the way he stood slightly closer to her... well, I know body language. I am in the medical field. "So what are your plans after this?" I raised my eyebrows, keeping my distance but keeping my eyes fixated on the wrestler, her manager and the interviewer. Cera rested her thumb under her chin, forefinger on her cheek in an obvious thinking pose. "Ah... well someone in this hospital emailed me. They're terminal and wanted to meet me before they died. So I decided to partake in this final act of charity for the season." "That's very kind of you." He smiled at her in an obviously flirtatious way, making me roll my eyes, as he then continued. "You've seen it here, folks. THE Baddest uh, woman... in the wrestling world... giving back to the community, and doing charity work!" As he made the 'cut' sign to his cameraman, the reporter turned back to Cera, who looked amused. "Can't say bitch on your little network." "Naw. Censorship. That whole deal. Ahaha." The interviewer then cleared his throat and grinned goofily at Cera again, rubbing the back of his neck as he then asked his next question. "So, uh... what are your plans for later tonight?" "Are you asking me on a date, sweety?" Cera looked close to laughing, as Jen jumped up and down excitedly, almost like a friend who was watching her friend get proposed to. I think she was a but too cheery. The reporter looked a bit nervous, but nodded and the Baddest Bitch. "Whattaya say?" "No can do. I've got an, uh, suitor." Liar. "Well if he's just a suitor, couldn't we..." "I'm not interested." She responded bluntly, the nice look dropping from her face as an almost icy twinge flashed across her pretty face. She smirked and put a finger under his chin, tapping it slightly. "Now... you don't want me to get a restraining order, do you? I'd appreciate if you took my answer as a strict rule of thumb... female wrestlers are not to be chased unless they agree to it. Trust me, it's for your own good." She batted her eyelashes at him, and the interviewer blinked and slowly nodded in response. Cera then let go of the guy and turned away, gesturing for her manager to follow her. The two women walked away from the reporter and other patients who were slowly being wheeled back to their rooms. I glanced around, before quickly moving to follow them, sneaking down the hallway after them. Cera and Jen turned a corner, and as I was about to as well, a doctor caught me by the arm and shot me a questioning look. "Miss? What are you doing?" "Er, going to my station." "Really... it looked like you were following that woman." "No no, she's just going the same way. The terminally ill patients are the ones I've been sent to take care of. Cleaning pans and making them comfortable, that kind of thing." My replies were quick and calm, as I reached into the pockets of the scrubs I was wearing and stared up at the doctor seriously. "I'm new. Just started working here a couple days ago. Registered RN." He eyeballed my ID suspiciously, but saw that I was telling the truth and handed it back to me. "Well get to your station faster, then. If you keep wandering around aimlessly, you won't last long in this hospital. Understand?" "Yes sir. You're crystal clear. Now if you'll excuse me." I smiled sheepishly and scurried past the man, exhaling as I turned the corner and scowled when I saw that the ACW Wrestler had disappeared. Grumbling to myself, I started down the hallway, glancing around. A couple of nurses walked past me, speaking in giddy voices. "That was THE Cera. I hear, in her little wrestling place, she's one of those waging this 'war' against the staff members. It's probably all made up for our enjoyment, but it definitely adds intrigue." "Oh definitely. And her entire 'bad girl' charade is quite convincing!" The older nurse giggled cheerfully, waving her clipboard dramatically in the air. "And the faux story of theirs concerning the 'war' angle has ended up having the GM of the company fighting Cera. That Vanessa girl? She's her sister too, and she's been known to be charitable as well. I adore her." "I think everyone does." They continued laughing and chatting as they turned the corner I had just come from, and a door down the hall suddenly slammed, an angry voice coming from it. Glancing around momentarily, I tiptoed toward the noise and came to a stop outside of the door, peeking into the small window near the top. I saw the usual off white walls and equally dull hospital bed in the middle of the room. In said bed lay an older man, no older than 40 to 45, sleeping. How he'd slept through the door and noise is beyond me. But a little further from the corner of the bed stood Cera and Jen, the Baddest Bitch speaking grouchily. "So much for my plan." "Ya really thought you'd get peoples to fall for Nessa-chi bein' a bad girl? You're a dumbo." "Shut it, Jennifer." Cera ran a hand through her hair, pale, icy eyes narrowing menacingly. She had a completely different expression than when she'd been around everyone; from warm and inviting to cold and almost... fear-evoking. I swallowed as the 'Baddest Bitch' glared at her manager, who responded with a pout. "Well it's true. She's always been real popular. I'm surprised ya tricked so many people inta believin' you were a goody-two-shoes." "It's not being a 'goody-two-shoes'. It's simply acting as a charitable patron to show the fans and media that I'm the perfect example of kind and giving." "But... why?" Cera's manager placed her hands upon her hips, the giddy look I knew dropping as one just as sadistic made it's way onto the younger woman's own face. "Playin' the good Samaritan will ruin all the fun. The chemicals in yer brain that alter the emotional and psychological state that you so happen ta dwell in simply won't stand for bein' so kawaii. You'll go loopy if ya let yerself be consumed by goodness." "...are you telling me to be a bitch, Jen?" Cera grinned in amusement as Ryette tapped her foot impatiently. "I'm jus' sayin', your whole 'America's Sweetheart' act will be found out soon enough. I don't see how it helps ya in any way..." With a sigh, Cera leaned closer to her manager, resting two fingers against her cheek. Jen's eyes widened innocently as the Baddest Bitch then whispered in an almost volatile tone. "I know what I'm doing. Soon, they're backing will be mine. And the army will grow. Think about it, you imbecile." Clenching my jaw, I took a step back, staring down nervously in thought. So it really was all an act. Her kindness... the whole comforting of the sick bull... she had ulterior motives the entire time. And what's worse... people were falling for it. They believed that how she seemed in the ACW events was strictly acting. But they couldn't be more wrong. This woman was acting, alright... but it wasn't in her career that she was putting on a facade. A man's voice suddenly spoke up, and I peered back into the room to see the patient waking up. He peered at Cera in confusion for a moment, before a grin slithered upon his face. His voice was low, and held a German accent to it. "Cera... the Baddest Bitch!" "In the flesh." Cera immediately moved away from Jen, plastering that sweet as can be look on her face. She smiled at the man casually. "I heard you wanted to talk to me... before you, uh died. A rather pessimistic thought, honestly." "More like masochistic." Jen piped up, getting an elbow to the ribs via her friend. Cera rolled her eyes, then continued to look sweetly at the man. "So, how can I be of service?" "Kid, I am half German. Your little mask of innocence won't work on me." Cera raised her eyebrows, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about. "Germans can sense lying?" "Germans know when a gal is truly bad or not, sweetcheeks." "Someone's got quite the mouth on him. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" "My mother's rottin' in the ground. I ain't a fan of necrophilia." "Ooo and a dry sense of humor to boot. You really are German." Cera smirked, and I could see her cross her arms, an arrogant smirk easing it's way onto her face. "So if you know my personality, to an extent, why ever would you want to see me in your last few moments." "To talk." He shot her a smirk equally as devious, and the Baddest Bitch blinked before responding slowly. "Talk? You could've picked someone far... nicer... to talk to." "Yeah, like me!" Jen cried loudly, making me cringe at the high pitched tone. Cera just glanced at her, while the guy snorted. "I don't want to suffer before I die." "....how rude." Jen huffed and turned away, arms crossed and angrily sticking her lower lip out. Cera, on the other hand, seemed to be trying not to snicker as she eyeballed the patient. "Alright. I have time to spare. What would you like to talk about? The weather? Politics? The depreciation of well-played chaos and hatred in this hesitant world?" The guy stared at her for a moment, before shaking his head and replying. "No, more like death." "...okay, I know I'm morbid, but I'm not that eerie." "Hear me out." The guy murmured, sitting up straighter and flinching. The cords hooked to him, injecting him with multiple fluids, even seemed to make Cera grimace. But the patient seemed almost used to it, as he continued his short speech. "I was thinking more along the lines of life after death." "There's no such thing." Cera responded immediately, with a roll of her eyes. I frowned in annoyance as she continued. "This whole conspiracy theory the church has about god and satan... the whole afterlife theory... anything involving somehow being alive after death, rather than simply being covered in dirt and forgotten about, is silly." "But that's what I fear most..." The man whispered, and Cera lifted an eyebrow as his sad eyes met her's. "I don't have a wife. Or kids. I haven't done any extreme sports... nor have I been deserving of a Nobel peace prize." "So?" "I don't want to think that in this life, I've accomplished nothing, and have no life after death to make up for it. What did I live for if I'll simply end up as fertilizer?" I peered at Cera curiously, awaiting her response. But the Baddest Bitch seemed unaffected as she responded coldly. "Listen, you idiot... I believe in demons and angels, but not heaven or hell. What you do on earth is all that matters. What you do while you're alive, with the help of good or evil, is all that matters. Life here, right now, is everything." "That's bullshit!" The man shouted suddenly, his heart rate monitor spiking slightly as he argued relentlessly. "If there is no ultimate consequence, then life here is meaningless!" "That... makes no sense." "It makes more sense than someone saying that demons and angels exist, but heaven and hell don't." The man snarled in irritation. "And it makes a helluva lot more sense than someone saying that whatever we do on earth will have no meaning in the end." "It won't have meaning in your end. But it sure as hell will have meaning for those who live on. For future generations." "Exactly." The patient laughed, and my nurse's intuition began tingling, making me think he must have dementia or be affected by the meds he was on. He wasn't making any sense now. Even Cera seemed bewildered, and she was known for being not quite right herself... "What the hell are you on about..." "Like I said... I haven't done anything significant in my life. And if there really isn't life after death or anything like that... then I wanna be known. I need to know that someone remembered me." Cera scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest again and shaking her head. "That's stupid." "I don't think it's stupid to not want to die worthless." I caught that. The way Cera had frozen in place, eyes locked onto the patient's as she physically seemed startled. What had the man said that had triggered such an unnerved response from the Baddest Bitch? She clenched her fists at her arms and spoke through clenched teeth. "So why try to convince me to remember you?" "I find you interesting. The whole 'bad' thing you got going on." He paused, watching her tiredly. "And I got a feeling you would remember me more than any priest, child or doctor." "Why?" "Because we are more alike than you know." Blinking, Cera gave the guy a skeptical look. "I don't see how we're alike at all. You're a middle aged man with no family, on his death bed, talking about being remembered by someone you don't even know." "A single person who believed the world needed more chaos, but was too hesitant to do anything about it. Someone who would sooner help the demons than the angels. And someone who wants to die knowing that they had some kind of worth, whether it be good or bad." There it was again; that ghost of a grimace on the face of the Baddest Bitch. She seemed almost in pain when the patient said something like that. But she quickly recovered to respond. "Listen... I've got shit to do. I have a match to prepare for. I'm gonna be in the ring against someone crazier than you, believe it or not. Because unlike you, I have a life to look forward to, and an imprint to leave on people." What the fuck was wrong with this bitch?! Did she always crush the hopes of the dying? This poor man looked as though he had months if not days left, and she was insulting him and talking about him dying every chance she got. It was a complete 360 from earlier. She was so... hateful. So cruel. And yet, the patient simply laughed it off! "Ouch. That was cold." "Heh. Well, I am known to be pretty evil." "Evil people don't say they're evil." Gulping, I waited for a venomous comeback. But the scene in the room had frozen. Cera just stared at him, arms now at her side and fists clenched in anger. There was a slight twitch to her eye as she stared maliciously at the man, as Jen peered at them from over her shoulder. Ryette kept her eyes on Cera, as thought waiting for the same response I was. But it was as though what he had said had hit her. I couldn't quite place her emotion, but it seemed like a mix of agitation, frustration, and... worry? "Even.. if we have some sort of similarity, why would I even care to remember you?" "Because I'll say what most aren't willing to." "Oh yeah? Which is?" "You're afraid." A pause, and then... "Are you fucking high?" "...of what's inside of you. There are a few of you in that wrestling junk of yours that contain something that, when unleashed, even terrifies the host." "Maybe I should call a nurse. You're getting delirious, honey." "You know very well that I'm not goddamned crazy." The man snapped, as the Baddest Bitch frowned. "Everyone has it. You... your sisters... those you've affiliated with before... you know it's true!!" When he roared that last sentence, even Cera backed off. The only one who didn't flinch in shock was Ryette, who'd remained strangely calm and silent throughout the conversation, watching with an almost wicked glint in her eyes. My heart began pounding as I watch the corner of Jen's lips turn upward in a chilling smirk. A shiver shot down my spine and I took in a deep shaky breath, before continuing eavesdropping, hearing Cera respond softly... "It is from this world of darkness which come the evil... destructive forces of man's nature." She closed her eyes, as the man stared seriously at her. Cera paused, then slowly lifted her lids and continued in a hushed voice. "We stop believing in monsters are under our beds... when we realize that they've lived inside of us the entire time." "All of us. It just depends on if you're willing to unleash the evil." "Not everyone has it." Cera mumbled, shaking her head quickly. "Not Reya." "Are you sure about that?" "Positive. She's impossible to taint. She's impossible to burn. Her wings and halo consistently remain intact." "What about your other sister?" "Half sister. Vanessa." The hate laced in her voice was evident as Cera cleared her throat and stared to the side. "She's no better than me. She's got this belief that I'm a fucking nobody compared to her. That I'm just a fly buzzing around ACW. As though she's such a good person?" "Is that why you are trying to tarnish her reputation?" "...how do you know about that?" Cera stared at him, a suspicious look flashing in her eyes. The patient didn't miss a beat. "I heard the nurses talking about you. They also talked about how Reya Serra wasn't as angelic as everyone claimed. Also your handiwork?" "I've only told the truth about her. Exposed her for who she really is. No one is perfect. I want to release any kind of imperfection that she has. Because... because..." "You know she has just as many monsters inside of her?" "If only she'd let them free..." Cera responded quietly, lifting those icy, pale eyes. "I have. Hell even our stupid little half sister has. It runs in our fucking blood... to be bad..." "Unless she's the evil to your good." "That doesn't make sense. Everyone has evil inside of them. It's human nature." Cera snapped, and the man lifted a shaky finger, coughing weakly before answering. "Ah, but that would also mean that everyone has good in them." "UGH. What the fuck does this have to do with anything?!" "As I said... you fear what's inside of you. Just as anyone else does." "No. I embrace it." "Miss Cera... we all have good and evil within us, as I stated only a few seconds ago. And again, we all choose what to embrace. Reya would fear the bad inside of her... even Vanessa fears the evil..." "Heh. The Queen. Someone I'll take pleasure in beating out of that brat." "Exactly. But you... and others... Judas Dathan perhaps? Jen Ryette? The 'monsters' in your little ACW? It is the opposite." "That's... silly. You're saying that we fear the good in us?" "Because if it consumes ya, ya won't know who ya are anymores." My head whipped to the other side of the room to see Jen, who had finally spoken up. She smiled mischievously at Cera as she spoke in her slightly eccentric voice. "Don't it just eat at ya, Cera bear? Ta think you might have a lil bit of Reya-chi inside of ya? That she may have been right... and you're jus' a fallen angel?" "FUCK OFF." Whoa. Cera had just screamed at Jen, making even Ryette take a step back. The look of rage painted in Cera's eyes was so vibrant that I could practically feel her malice. The Baddest Bitch growled as she turned those wild eyes to the patient. "You don't know shit about me, Reya or Vanessa. You don't know our pasts... our history... I'll destroy that piece of shit and turn Reya back to me. She won't take Vanessa's side anymore, once I demolish that nobody. She won't." Cera laughed hysterically, as thoughts began swirling around in my mind. So all this woman was after was revenge? For Reya's favoritism to Vanessa? Was she... jealous? But... she seemed almost pained, as well. Almost like she felt she'd been betrayed. And my eyes widened as I finally realized what was going on. Swallowing hard, I was about to peek back into the room but the door slammed open, causing me to fly back into the wall behind it. Closing my eyes, I prayed that she didn't see me. After a few moments, I slowly opened one eyes, then the other. The only thing I saw was someone quickly making they're way around the corner. Good; they'd left. With an exasperated sigh, I almost went into the room to check on the poor man only to see Jen still there, injected something into one of the bag of liquids flowing into the patient's veins. I froze, not seen yet and very slowly backing away as Jen spoke. "Thanks for yer help. It'll be interestin' ta see how this affects her in da long run. Your words." "I'm glad you are keeping your end of the bargain. They won't kill me. They're making me suffer until I finally die from the pain or my body just gives up." "And peoples call me and Cera Bear sadists. They won't even detect this shiz, or know a thing. You'll die peacefully and wifout pain. And trust me, she'll remember ya hehe." Jen smirked as the man nodded, looking contented as I watched her finish injecting the stuff into his medicine. Why wasn't I moving? Why wasn't I running. I was too shocked. This was illegal. This was... assisted suicide?! Suddenly, the man's head slowly moved sideways, his mouth going slack and eyes glazing over. He... he was dead...? Jen put the syringe she held back into the bag on her shoulder, staring down at him and murmuring 'interesting', but she froze and slowly turned her head as my hand flew over my mouth. I'd gasped aloud. Backing away, I stumbled over my feet and only moments later, I was dragged violently by my legs and locked into the room. Ryette was crouching down in front of me as I laid on the floor. In her hands was a hot pink handgun, pressed against my forehead, as she stared down at me with an almost maniacal grin plastered on her face. "Ooo, lucky me. I get a new test subject. Eavesdropping is bad. I'm sure they won't even realize ya went missin', ya dig?" F-fuck... Demons never change their ways. But who truly is the 'evil' one; the so-called 'demon'? Sadism can run in the blood of those you least expect it to. And when they catch you off guard, you don't even have time to react. You're tainted. ~*The Baddest Bitch*~ ------------------------------------------------------------- ~This has been a V rp, thanx for reading and have a great f*cking day!~ P.s: TBC in a CD rp... |
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