Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 13:03:43 GMT -5
#FISTOFHYDRA 6.2
27th of July; 2017 [Mercer Mansion]
Lesson Three: Remind them that Karma has no deadline.
All her life, she’d been certain of what and who she wanted to be. Elena was never one to run with the masses, nor did she fall under the “popular girl” category. There was always something about her that didn’t fit. Her hair. Her pale skin. Or her thick accent that was as present now as on the first day. But to tell the truth, she was never bothered by being the outsider. Her life had prepared her to be the wolf among sheep. And despite her unusual tactics, the young female still had morals. A sense for right and wrong.
But she, by no means, was as innocent as some people wanted to present her. Elena had her flaws; one of them was her pride. Nothing she owned in this life was given to her easy. Of course, her life was upgraded after getting married to Christian, but still. She was the same person. And what most lost focus on was that Elena was very well-situated even before marriage. But right there things got tricky, because she couldn’t care less.
This wasn’t her first personal fight. If she looked back at her most famous runs, it always was against people that played a part in her life. Alexandra. Lara. And now Aaron. She didn’t head unprepared into either battle. When she thought about the match, she was still not certain what they battled for. In the end there, wouldn’t be any winners. No respect gained. Or a happy ever after. Fairytale Ending
And that was the one thing that really kept itching her brain. The constant question: What for? As stated in the past, it wasn’t hard to figure Aaron’s motivation. But it was in the heat of the moment when Elena stormed down to the ring. It wasn’t anything like her, but if you poke a person long enough, their reaction can be rather surprising. She still carried some sort of empathy for Aaron, but with every passing day, it became less. At the end of the day, Elena was the person that pushed through uneasy situations. Stood straight when others backed off.
Warriors don’t cry for help.
Early in the morning, she made her way over to Finn’s house -- he was probably on his flight back. She went through her usual routine. Opening all windows, filling his fridge and putting on new sheets. Often enough, Christian would laugh about it, reminding her that they had staff for that. The only reply he ever received was the shrug of her shoulders. Today wasn’t any different. She inhaled the fresh scent of the sheets, bringing his pillows in position, ready to back off.
“I should charge you for this, Callien...”
Elena joked with herself before she felt her phone buzz inside her jeans pocket. Clumsily, nearly dropping it, but finally holding it in her hand, a surprised look spread across her face. It was the owner of the house with an incoming video call. A tight knot inside her stomach formed as she sat down on his bed, accepting it.
“I hope I didn’t wake you.” There was nothing energetic in his voice -- if anything, he seemed exhausted.
Which wasn’t alarming in the slightest. He’d been traveling so much as of late, it eventually would’ve gotten to him. She tried her friendliest smile while leaning back on the huge bed, knowing he wasn’t bothered in the slightest that she was there. They had nothing to hide.
“Nah. I’ve been up a while, preparing everything for your return.” A small pause. “And man, the next time I find old chinese food in your fridge, I’ll save it for you.”
It was that sort of humour that normally cracked him up, especially since that wouldn’t have been the first time. But when she looked at his face this time...nothing. No smirk. No laughter. The weight that kept her down became a lot heavier with every passing moment.
“About that...I’m not gonna be able to make it home yet. I’m sorry. I really am.”
“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Panic filled her voice, immediately she sat up.
“I’m perfectly fine, El. But Aaron’s not. Kei got to her, and she’s injured, and I had to go there first. I’m so sorry...”
Her dark eyes focused more on his face than on the words spoken. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, gliding off in all directions. The worst of them was at the same time, the most present: This is my fault!
“I understand. We can call off the match… you take care of...your...wife.”
This was probably the hardest thing she had to say in twenty-nine years. Especially when it came to a person that wanted to hate her with the intensity of a thousand hells. But, this wasn’t about her. It didn’t give Elena any satisfaction to hear about an assault, but in the end, it was about Finn.
His eyes seemed empty for a moment, his hand running through his black hair. Frustration swung in his voice. “I told her she can’t compete. The doctors forbade her to compete. But like always, she doesn’t fucking listen.”
“Just like I expected. Look Finn: what am I supposed to do? I can’t even say I’ll go lightly on her…because I don’t know what that means. I don’t wanna injure her any further, but if -- when she stands opposite of me inside that ring, I’ll do my job. Convince her to not fight, Callien. No matter what break there is between her and me, I don’t want blood on my hands.”
He obviously listened carefully, her tone calm and quiet, her exterior not revealing any of her true emotions. Only a mixture of disgust and anger.
“You know I wish this shit was easier. I want you two to get along. And it bugs me to hell to let Izzi down. Again.”
“Don’t worry about that. Not now. But, please remember one thing: I’m giving her an easy way out. I’m trying to do the right thing here today. If she can’t be convinced -- I ain’t responsible for that. Even on her best days, I can overpower her, outsmart her and inflict an amount of pain she isn’t ready for.” Her expression somewhat became hard. “I know you worry about her and I totally get this whole ‘Love of my Life’ thing. I want you to have that. More than you or even her realise. But, it’s one thing you know better than anyone: if you bring war to my doorstep -- be prepared to be slain. No matter the circumstances. No matter the excuses. No matter how tough you think you are.”
“I know. We are cut from the same cloth after all. It's just...”
“She is Aaron Asphyxia. She will survive, Callien. Always.”
27th of July; 2017 [Mercer Mansion]
Lesson Three: Remind them that Karma has no deadline.
All her life, she’d been certain of what and who she wanted to be. Elena was never one to run with the masses, nor did she fall under the “popular girl” category. There was always something about her that didn’t fit. Her hair. Her pale skin. Or her thick accent that was as present now as on the first day. But to tell the truth, she was never bothered by being the outsider. Her life had prepared her to be the wolf among sheep. And despite her unusual tactics, the young female still had morals. A sense for right and wrong.
But she, by no means, was as innocent as some people wanted to present her. Elena had her flaws; one of them was her pride. Nothing she owned in this life was given to her easy. Of course, her life was upgraded after getting married to Christian, but still. She was the same person. And what most lost focus on was that Elena was very well-situated even before marriage. But right there things got tricky, because she couldn’t care less.
This wasn’t her first personal fight. If she looked back at her most famous runs, it always was against people that played a part in her life. Alexandra. Lara. And now Aaron. She didn’t head unprepared into either battle. When she thought about the match, she was still not certain what they battled for. In the end there, wouldn’t be any winners. No respect gained. Or a happy ever after. Fairytale Ending
And that was the one thing that really kept itching her brain. The constant question: What for? As stated in the past, it wasn’t hard to figure Aaron’s motivation. But it was in the heat of the moment when Elena stormed down to the ring. It wasn’t anything like her, but if you poke a person long enough, their reaction can be rather surprising. She still carried some sort of empathy for Aaron, but with every passing day, it became less. At the end of the day, Elena was the person that pushed through uneasy situations. Stood straight when others backed off.
Warriors don’t cry for help.
Early in the morning, she made her way over to Finn’s house -- he was probably on his flight back. She went through her usual routine. Opening all windows, filling his fridge and putting on new sheets. Often enough, Christian would laugh about it, reminding her that they had staff for that. The only reply he ever received was the shrug of her shoulders. Today wasn’t any different. She inhaled the fresh scent of the sheets, bringing his pillows in position, ready to back off.
“I should charge you for this, Callien...”
Elena joked with herself before she felt her phone buzz inside her jeans pocket. Clumsily, nearly dropping it, but finally holding it in her hand, a surprised look spread across her face. It was the owner of the house with an incoming video call. A tight knot inside her stomach formed as she sat down on his bed, accepting it.
“I hope I didn’t wake you.” There was nothing energetic in his voice -- if anything, he seemed exhausted.
Which wasn’t alarming in the slightest. He’d been traveling so much as of late, it eventually would’ve gotten to him. She tried her friendliest smile while leaning back on the huge bed, knowing he wasn’t bothered in the slightest that she was there. They had nothing to hide.
“Nah. I’ve been up a while, preparing everything for your return.” A small pause. “And man, the next time I find old chinese food in your fridge, I’ll save it for you.”
It was that sort of humour that normally cracked him up, especially since that wouldn’t have been the first time. But when she looked at his face this time...nothing. No smirk. No laughter. The weight that kept her down became a lot heavier with every passing moment.
“About that...I’m not gonna be able to make it home yet. I’m sorry. I really am.”
“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Panic filled her voice, immediately she sat up.
“I’m perfectly fine, El. But Aaron’s not. Kei got to her, and she’s injured, and I had to go there first. I’m so sorry...”
Her dark eyes focused more on his face than on the words spoken. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, gliding off in all directions. The worst of them was at the same time, the most present: This is my fault!
“I understand. We can call off the match… you take care of...your...wife.”
This was probably the hardest thing she had to say in twenty-nine years. Especially when it came to a person that wanted to hate her with the intensity of a thousand hells. But, this wasn’t about her. It didn’t give Elena any satisfaction to hear about an assault, but in the end, it was about Finn.
His eyes seemed empty for a moment, his hand running through his black hair. Frustration swung in his voice. “I told her she can’t compete. The doctors forbade her to compete. But like always, she doesn’t fucking listen.”
“Just like I expected. Look Finn: what am I supposed to do? I can’t even say I’ll go lightly on her…because I don’t know what that means. I don’t wanna injure her any further, but if -- when she stands opposite of me inside that ring, I’ll do my job. Convince her to not fight, Callien. No matter what break there is between her and me, I don’t want blood on my hands.”
He obviously listened carefully, her tone calm and quiet, her exterior not revealing any of her true emotions. Only a mixture of disgust and anger.
“You know I wish this shit was easier. I want you two to get along. And it bugs me to hell to let Izzi down. Again.”
“Don’t worry about that. Not now. But, please remember one thing: I’m giving her an easy way out. I’m trying to do the right thing here today. If she can’t be convinced -- I ain’t responsible for that. Even on her best days, I can overpower her, outsmart her and inflict an amount of pain she isn’t ready for.” Her expression somewhat became hard. “I know you worry about her and I totally get this whole ‘Love of my Life’ thing. I want you to have that. More than you or even her realise. But, it’s one thing you know better than anyone: if you bring war to my doorstep -- be prepared to be slain. No matter the circumstances. No matter the excuses. No matter how tough you think you are.”
“I know. We are cut from the same cloth after all. It's just...”
“She is Aaron Asphyxia. She will survive, Callien. Always.”