Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 12:33:51 GMT -5
#FISTOFHYDRA 8.0
Was it something I said?
For whatever reason, that question always amused her. It was one of the things that insecure people asked, after they already knew they fucked up. It was a matter of looking for comfort, justifying your acts. Not that Elena DeDraca was careless about the feelings of other people, but she knew when to draw the line. Sympathy had no space in the wrestling circus. In the end, it would just put you back at the end of the line. Waiting. Wasting golden opportunities.
Toughen up or vanish.
With power comes responsibility. That rule was as old as time itself, and even though she did not fight with the ‘big dogs’, Elena had more might than most would recognise. She was the one standing back until the right moment arrived, no need to be a loudmouth or gather attention in all ways possible. Those that had the pleasure - displeasure - to work with her knew somewhat how Elena functioned. Quiet. Alone. Effective.
“Mama, can we play with your wrestling figures?” It was the soft voice of her daughter that tickled her ear.
They had been sitting inside her huge bedroom for the past hour, toying around with all kind of stuff. From Harry Potter to Hello Kitty, everything could be found and was used. Somehow, it still amazed her how much patience she had when it came to these things - considering that when she was a kid herself, she hated all other infants.
I still don’t like other kids.
She laughed to herself when getting up to stand in front of the hundreds of figures. They came in all kind of shapes and materials. Feeling Isabella clinging to her leg, she looked down, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. The little girl pointed towards two certain figures, the ones looking the most damaged.
“Really? Again those? We have so many… but okay.” Elena sighed playfully handing her a figure that looked a lot like herself. While the other looked slightly like King Kong Bundy. She would simply call him ‘Rumble’ Reyes.
Kismet.
Izzy sat in front of her mother doing her best impression of Elena’s fighting face. It was adorable and maybe a little frightening. She had been adapting way too perfectly, growing up in this crazy world.
“Who are you fighting next, Mama?”
“The man that tried to teach you fear of monsters. His name is Reyes.”
For a moment there was absolute silence, but Izzy shook her head. “Nah. That is your title Mommy. You always let me wear it at home.”
Once again, it was hard not to laugh. To what Izzy referred as “wearing” was more her dragging it all over the carpet. The one time she tried to hold it over her head, it ended with the title covering her. She didn’t cry. She didn’t pout. But gave an evil glare to the shiny piece.
“I think you are right, love, this is my title. You know that Mommy always gives her best, yes? Trying to make you and Christian proud. We should make a plan together and you tell me how I should slay the monster.” She put her action figure in the middle. “But you gotta remember: the man is a lot taller and stronger than Mommy. And like all monsters, he recovers easily. Hard to distract when his eyes are set on a goal. They say for an evil creature, he is rather smart and resilient.”
Isabella looked at the action figure for quite some time, then at the one in her hand. Nibbling on her bottom lip like her mother usually did, before a cute smile appeared. She moved herself closer, getting comfortable on Elena’s lap.
“But mama, they are not invulnerable. Monsters can be slain by humans. When they get locked in something painful, they tap and cry.” Elena looked at her surprised. Izzy wasn’t the biggest speaker, although she could. “You are Lady Death. I heard Uncle Finn call you that.”
She was aware that every parent thought that their kid was the smartest. But for some reason Elena was certain that Isabella was. She looked through her comics and picked up what was important.
The one thing him and me done right.
“So you got faith in Mommy? That she is more skilled than her opponent? That she will make him tap out like so many before? That his defense will not be good enough for what mommy has in store for him? You know that many people tried to hurt Mama, but she always came back to you. And always will.” A small pause. Cuddling the little one close, kissing her head. “So, I will cut off the monster's head and bring it to you. We gotta protect our kingdom and crown.”
She pointed at the So Cal Television title resting on one of the shelves next to them, winking at Isabella before they went back at playing.
Was it something I said?
For whatever reason, that question always amused her. It was one of the things that insecure people asked, after they already knew they fucked up. It was a matter of looking for comfort, justifying your acts. Not that Elena DeDraca was careless about the feelings of other people, but she knew when to draw the line. Sympathy had no space in the wrestling circus. In the end, it would just put you back at the end of the line. Waiting. Wasting golden opportunities.
Toughen up or vanish.
With power comes responsibility. That rule was as old as time itself, and even though she did not fight with the ‘big dogs’, Elena had more might than most would recognise. She was the one standing back until the right moment arrived, no need to be a loudmouth or gather attention in all ways possible. Those that had the pleasure - displeasure - to work with her knew somewhat how Elena functioned. Quiet. Alone. Effective.
“Mama, can we play with your wrestling figures?” It was the soft voice of her daughter that tickled her ear.
They had been sitting inside her huge bedroom for the past hour, toying around with all kind of stuff. From Harry Potter to Hello Kitty, everything could be found and was used. Somehow, it still amazed her how much patience she had when it came to these things - considering that when she was a kid herself, she hated all other infants.
I still don’t like other kids.
She laughed to herself when getting up to stand in front of the hundreds of figures. They came in all kind of shapes and materials. Feeling Isabella clinging to her leg, she looked down, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. The little girl pointed towards two certain figures, the ones looking the most damaged.
“Really? Again those? We have so many… but okay.” Elena sighed playfully handing her a figure that looked a lot like herself. While the other looked slightly like King Kong Bundy. She would simply call him ‘Rumble’ Reyes.
Kismet.
Izzy sat in front of her mother doing her best impression of Elena’s fighting face. It was adorable and maybe a little frightening. She had been adapting way too perfectly, growing up in this crazy world.
“Who are you fighting next, Mama?”
“The man that tried to teach you fear of monsters. His name is Reyes.”
For a moment there was absolute silence, but Izzy shook her head. “Nah. That is your title Mommy. You always let me wear it at home.”
Once again, it was hard not to laugh. To what Izzy referred as “wearing” was more her dragging it all over the carpet. The one time she tried to hold it over her head, it ended with the title covering her. She didn’t cry. She didn’t pout. But gave an evil glare to the shiny piece.
“I think you are right, love, this is my title. You know that Mommy always gives her best, yes? Trying to make you and Christian proud. We should make a plan together and you tell me how I should slay the monster.” She put her action figure in the middle. “But you gotta remember: the man is a lot taller and stronger than Mommy. And like all monsters, he recovers easily. Hard to distract when his eyes are set on a goal. They say for an evil creature, he is rather smart and resilient.”
Isabella looked at the action figure for quite some time, then at the one in her hand. Nibbling on her bottom lip like her mother usually did, before a cute smile appeared. She moved herself closer, getting comfortable on Elena’s lap.
“But mama, they are not invulnerable. Monsters can be slain by humans. When they get locked in something painful, they tap and cry.” Elena looked at her surprised. Izzy wasn’t the biggest speaker, although she could. “You are Lady Death. I heard Uncle Finn call you that.”
She was aware that every parent thought that their kid was the smartest. But for some reason Elena was certain that Isabella was. She looked through her comics and picked up what was important.
The one thing him and me done right.
“So you got faith in Mommy? That she is more skilled than her opponent? That she will make him tap out like so many before? That his defense will not be good enough for what mommy has in store for him? You know that many people tried to hurt Mama, but she always came back to you. And always will.” A small pause. Cuddling the little one close, kissing her head. “So, I will cut off the monster's head and bring it to you. We gotta protect our kingdom and crown.”
She pointed at the So Cal Television title resting on one of the shelves next to them, winking at Isabella before they went back at playing.