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| After the Autumn | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 12 2017, 09:42 AM (52 Views) | |
| LHudson | Dec 12 2017, 09:42 AM Post #1 |
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AFTER THE MATCH Silas moved through the belly of the stadium, with the sounds of his footsteps and the echoes of the engaged crowd faintly filling the hall. His face had a look of concern, his skin and distorted eye were back to normal, and over his shoulder his coat laid. Bag in tow, before being followed by an official with a microphone. They ran past the athlete, before turning around to focus on him. Tara Robinson, and a cameraperson. "Excuse me, Silas," said Tara, trying to get her subjects attention. "You have just had your match with Autumn Raven and came out victorious, and we've seen a new side--" "--you were warned," said Silas, expression unchanged and his voice with a vain of intimidation. "You shouldn't be surprised." He pushed past the woman and entered a waiting vehicle, ready to take him back to his abode. Into the bathroom and immediately to the toilet. Disgusting bile poured out of Silas' mouth and into the residing water below. It lasted for seconds, before coughs ended the purge. Silas leaned to the side and rested on the wall. Deep breaths, he sat up against the tiled foundations. Missed me? asked the Passenger. Silas took little notice, concentrating on his breathing tempo. You have haven't you? The rush, the pain, the destruction of those in front of you! "You don't have any business in the driver's seat," replied Silas. Well, when you fail to satisfy my needs, I'd have to take matters in my own hands. How did it feel Silas? How did it feel to throw someone on the same page as us through a table? "Nothing." Interesting. "I only feel what I'm doing and the PPV wasn't my doing." But you served as my vessel, and for now I am satisfied. Silas stood up, walked to the sink, and started washing his face clean. The spent energy was getting to him, and the taste in his mouth was rotting his teeth away. Modern Warfare is coming. Silas looked at the mirror, seeing his Passenger staring back at him. Time to show the world what we're capable of. The two exchanged a crooked smile, and Silas left the bathroom. |
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