;IV.Help, I'm Alive! I seek out
Slay you alive
One more word and you won't survive
James walks down the cement stairs leading into Kyle Booth's cellar. He has a plate of food in one hand and a cold beer in the other. His face is expressionless. "Get the fuck up," he shouts at the curled up, blind folded body on the floor. Kyle is barely able to rise up into the sitting position. He's wearing the same suit he was when James abducted him last week. His hair knotted from the dry blood and the due and dirt from the cellar has built up quite the odor on his clothes. James drops the plate of food in front of him from about an inch in the air so Kyle knows its there. James then cracks open the beer and takes a big sip, sitting down on an old milk crate directly in front of Kyle. "Does the name Anthony Booth ring any bells sunshine?" James saying in a quiet but cocky tone.
"Can you just take off the blind fold please? I'll answer any questions you want," Booth says in return. This doesn't sit well with James and he shows it by swatting Kyle in the side of the head. The blow knocks Booth back to the ground and he lets out a whimper. James looks to show a little bit of remorse before he shakes it off and takes another sip from his beer.
Stay focused, my friend... James reaches down and grabs a hand full of Booths hair, dragging him back up to the sitting position. "Y - Yes... he's my cousin..." Kyle says with tears beginning to build in his eyes. "Is this a revenge thing? I - I had nothing..." he gulps, the tears finally falling down his cheeks, "I had nothing to do with it, I swear!" His pleading doesn't help the situation, its as if James is feeding on his misery.
"I didn't ask you if you had anything to do with it you fool," James says with a smirk on his lips. He reaches down and unchains Booths hands. "Was that so hard? You answer a question for me and I do something for you," He says shaking his head in laughter, finishing his beer. James holds up the empty beer bottle and just stares into it, becoming lost in thought. Booth meanwhile has slid back a bit now that he can move his arms and put them up in a defensive block. "Do you realize how much your cousin meant to me? I was one step closer to becoming a fucking bum on the streets before him came." He continues to hold the beer bottle in the air.
"I understand..." Booth says in an attempt to calm the situation but James just smashes the empty beer bottle across Kyle's head. "No you don't! You liar!" James shouts, pacing back and forth now like a man deranged. "He made my career, my life and now he's ruining it by being here with me!" James screams even louder, "I just want him to fucking leave!" He finishes, falling to the ground punching the cement floor busting up his knuckles. Kyle doesn't know how to react anymore. James' mood swings are becoming more frequent and more violent with every passing hour.
You're pathetic. Look how weak you look. James grabs the sides of his head and squeezes, beginning to slam his head against the floor re-opening a cut from last week. Kyle has taken this time to take off his blind fold and stand up with the plate of food. He brings it down on the back of James' head, glass and veggies flying everywhere. James' head shoots up, he cracks his neck and stands up. His eyes are filled with anger.
and I'm not scared
of your stolen power
see right through you any hour
James lunges forward and begins to choke Kyle who tries his hardest to fight out of the attack but with his legs still shackled there's not much he can do. James then begins to slam Kyle's head against the wall, reminiscent of Xaria a week back, until his body becomes limp and falls the the ground. "Are you fucking dumb?" James screams at Booth's fallen body as he wipes blood and glass from the back of his head. Booth tries to crawl away but James cocks his leg back and boots Booth square in the chest. "Are you happy now!" He screams out but not at Kyle.
Finish the job. Give me his power. James bends down and picks up Kyle by the scuff of the shirt, slamming him up against the wall. His hands switch from the shirt to around Booths neck. James squeezes with all his might, his eyes lulling shut and a huge smile on his face he chokes Booth to an ounce of his life. James stops and drops the nearly lifeless man.
No! What are you doing? James stumbles back and falls onto his ass, taking a seat on the stairs. "Help me," he says dropping his head into his hands, shaking his head.
Booth grabs the side of a nearby chest and pulls him self into a sitting position. He turns his head and spits out blood before turning back to James, "I can help you, James." This takes James by surprise. He didn't think Booth would recognize him at all. "Yes... Ant talked about you a couple of times. I even studied both of you once for one of my classed," Kyle says before wiping blood off his forehead and standing up. "I'm a psychologist and I study the effects certain life styles." James stands up and gets into Kyle's face, he's eyes glossing over. "Fight it James. Don't let yourself be taken over. You're your own man." James takes a step back and shakes the cobwebs out.
He'll just fuck you over like Xaria. I'm your only friend! Kyle talks a bit more before finally convincing James to unchain him and go with him. "My friend lives just down the street and specializes in cases like yours. He'll help you." Kyle finishes before the two of the exit the cellar and make there way down the street.
I won't sooth your pain
I won't ease your strain
you'll be waiting in vain
I got nothing for you to gain
They reach the house and its magnificent. Twice the size of Kyle's house and more 'modern'. The walk up to the door and Kyle rings the bell, James takes a few cautionary steps back. A tall well-dressed black man answers the door with a cigar in his hand and a welcoming smile on his face. That is until he notices the shape Kyle is in. "Holy shit! Did you walk in front of a damn bus?" He says with concern in his voice before turning and allowing them in.
"You could say that, man," Booth says with a weary chuckle. Kyle and his friend stop right front of each other whispering to each other before they both turn to a drunken James. "This is my new friend, James Dean. He's a fighter," Booth says with a fake smile on his lips, "and this is Brayden Jackson."
"I've heard of you before," Brayden cuts the introduction short, "My son's watch you on television. You're a very troubled individual." James just stands there silent bringing it all in. He's much calmer now, a little too calm. Brayden shows them into the den where he pours everyone a tall Jack on the Rocks. They all sit there in complete silence, Kyle and Brayden both watching James like a caged animal. "Well here are your two options, Dean..." Brayden begins, "You either co=operate with us or we phone the police." He finishes in a stern voice. James simply nods. His face has been completely emotionless since he left Booth's house.
"Are you not curious as to what you will be helping us with?" Kyle says but gets no reaction from James who once again just nods. "I'll tell you anyway... you see we are both are steps... no, centimeters away from getting huge promotions. All we need is a break through. Or in this case to fully cure a troubled man," Booth finishes with his eyebrows raised waiting for James' reaction - nothing. "Anyway, we need you to have some sessions with each of us. We will both observe and report on your behavior and classify you as "insane" if you will," Booth finishes letting Brayden get some words in...
"Yes. Then after a short while we will announce you to the public eye bringing our little story into the spotlight. Of course you will fall under ridicule and some of your fan base will turn on you," he goes on, "then after a while we will go public once again. This time however it will be with fake brain scans and fake reports showing that you have been completely healed."
"Brilliant, no?"
James begins to chuckle. "I'm not going back to prison," he begins to speak in a low tone but before either of the two could comment he cut them off, "so I'll play along in your little game. On one condition..." Both me lean forward and nods there heads in sequence. "It doesn't go pubic until the FULL thing is done." The two mull it over for a bit before standing up and extending their hands in agreement.
"You won't regret this, James. And you never know, this may actually help you. This could be good for both of us," Kyle says while shaking James hand. James applies pressure to Booth's hand, smiles, and releases. Walking out of the house leaving the two men to celebrate their 'victory'.
I’m taking it slow
Feeding my flame
Shuffling the cards of your game
I knew you wouldn't let me die... James' eyes gloss over as he's walking down the street and a sadistic smile comes across his lips, "I'd never let you die again, Anthony. We're in this until death." James knows full well that he needs help and sees this as his opportunity to get some. He also wants to help 'Anthony Booth' by taking care of Kyle so this will also present the perfect opportunity. He pulls out his cell phone and dials an old friends number. "Yo..." mumbling can be heard on the other end. "I know it's been a long time... I need to call in a favor." The smile grows as he reaches his door way, "I knew you'd be down. See you soon, Biz."
James puts his cell phone back into his pocket and walks into his house. "Everything is in place now. Redemption is ours." He walks over to a 24 sitting in the corner beside a upside down bucket and sits down. "First we get back at Xaria, then everyone else will fall. Fuck em all." James says with a huge smile on his face, opening a beer and swigging back half of it in one gulp.
Let the pain begin, my friend...And just in time
In the right place
Suddenly I will play my ace
....
The story of my whole career has been being at the bottom working my way up. I always find a way to turn heads and be the show stealer yet I never finish. Never. Yes, you can sit there and point to my accolades and say that I have clearly finished in the past but as nice as it is to be called 'champion' thats not what I'm referring to. I'm referring to finishing in matches that are close to the heart. Case in point, CM Vyrus. I went to war with that guy twelve different times, twelve, and couldn't come out with a single victory. Why? I let my personal feelings get in the way and cloud my mind. Instead of going into the match up thinking about winning I go in with the thought of personally breaking my opponent down. Destroying them mentally as well. That's where I've always fucked up. It's not about my ability to win, it about my inability to realize that with a physical win mental destruction always follows. I now know this. I guess you learn from mistakes and years of being in the game. Am I a veteran? I suppose some people would call me that but the real veterans would simply laugh it off. I've been doing this shit for about three to four years. That's it. Guys like Legend, Kyle Cross and even Xaria have so much more experience then me. Why Xaria? I realize that she has been in this for about the same amount of time but she hasn't taken half of the time off that I have. She's fucked in the head but somehow she tunnels that into this world. She never just disappears like I do. Hell, I'm fucking famous for running away.
Every time the going got tough back in the day I ran. Did it help me any? Hell yeah it did. Every time I came back from an absence I would go on a fucking tear. I would win a championship or two then I would fade into the background again. Then again what has that done for my career? Absolutely nothing. I guess you can even say that, like my matches with Vyrus, I let personal thoughts get in the way of the real goal. I took shit too personally and made every opponent, every roster member and even management an enemy. I had no friends and I was trying to take every single person on. I was like a one man army with a baseball bat going up against thirty men with guns. I was and still am a goon. I'm on my own. Of course there was Xaria who popped up in the picture every once in a while but all she did was ruin my life. Then there was the one, Anthony Booth. That man single handedly saved my career and gave me a reason to keep my head in the game. As the Takeover we were unstoppable. Not only were we two time eWo Tag Team Champions but we beat some of the worlds best talent. We were living the good life. That all changed. He took his life in a prison cell and I took it the hardest. Once again I disappeared into the background.
I went on a drinking and drug binge that would make Snoop Dogg look like a well behaved catholic school girl. Hell, I'm still on that fucking train and my stop is no where in sight. Where were you? Yes, you, friend. You pulled a James Dean and ran. I blame you. That's right, I blame you for absolutely everything. Jamal, Bizzy turning his back on me, my fathers murder, Anthony's death... It's all your fault. You came into my life and the whole thing turned into a fucking shit show. Everything started dropping from the sky like Armageddon. As a friend you think you'd be there for me though... Nope. When I spent a year incarcerated did I get even a simple phone call or a letter? Nope. When I was the only one at my fathers funeral were you there holding my hand? Nope. Come to think about it Xaria were you ever there for me?
It's going to be alright, James.
Keep your head up, James.
I love you too, James.
You were never fucking there. What kind of friend is that? I was going through the hardest time in my life. On the verge of suicide and my only 'friend' was no where in damn sight. She tucked her damn tail in between her legs and ran home. Once again I was one man taking everything on by myself. It's a trend that you made all too familiar while you walked around pretending to be my friend. I truly think all you did was just walk around telling people that we were friends. You never actually wanted to be with me, you never loved me the way I love you. This all changes right now. You see, I'm not going to be like you and turn my back on you. Oh no. I'm going to be right there at your side as your life ends. I'll be the one to close you eye lids as you lay there lifeless. I'm going to be the friend you never were. I'm not like you. I told you before, I will always be there for you no matter what. This situation is no different. Even though you put me in this difficult position I will be there for you, my love. I hate that it has to end this way. I hate that I have to be the one to end your career. I have to be the one to kill an angel. That's life though, right? When it's raining its fucking pouring and there's always someone there to kick you into the mud. You were that person for me, this is just me returning the favor. So when I have you an inch from death don't beg for your life. Don't ask me to help you. Don't expect any remorse. You lost your chance.
The pretending stops here.
Now you must pay.
My love for you is dead.[/color]
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EDIT: Switched the
ITALIC setting for the shoot to
BOLD.