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| The Diaries of Dolores | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 31 2010, 11:47 PM (87 Views) | |
| Chaolin Sahn | Jan 31 2010, 11:47 PM Post #1 |
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Entry 14 I met a boy today. Down by Paxton, one bounce of the ball set it all in motion. Father says to stay away from Paxton, but what does he know about love? He says it's an evil place, a site of torture and suffering. Maybe he would find out I was there. Maybe he would give me a lashing. Maybe, he wouldn’t. Maybe, he won’t. For him, for Chaolin Sahn, it doesn’t. None of it matters. “Maddie, I was told that there is a small boy who broke out of Paxton yesterday.” Father knows, and he’s not happy. “The funny thing is they said there was someone who assisted him. A small girl, thin, with red hair. Sounds as awful lot like you, Maddie.” He’s screaming at me, but what do I say? Chaolin is an angel, he told me himself. He would know what to say. He’d know what to do.” “I’m only going to ask this once, Dolores.” The name ‘Dolores’ brought a sting unlike any forceful strike could bring. It was my birth name, but only my mother ever called me that. The name died along with her mother. Cancer brought her death, too early for me to really remember, but too late for me to ever forget. My father always simply called me ‘Maddie.’ He said Tokyo was a dangerous place for our family. That our names and identities were worth more then the truth. If that was so, protecting Chaolin Sahn was worth telling a lie or two. Or maybe more. “Were you by Paxton Juvenile Ward? Anywhere near it?” “My ball…” Father is furious. A simply ‘no’ would have sufficed. A simple no would have got me out of this situation without a fight. Perhaps I didn’t have a ‘no’ in me. Maybe I thought he would see right through it. Either way, I should have reconsidered my words. “I didn’t ask about your ball, Maddie. I asked about you.” “Well --” “I knew it.” My father cuts me off. He’s good at that. “As soon as I heard the report I knew that it was you! No wonder your mother got cancer, now you’re trying to sabotage our lives!” Father is an ambassador with Japan for the UK. A macho army freak most of the time, a loving father when he found an extra minute or two in his busy schedule. He cares more about a job and a paycheck then he does about his daughter. And it’s a fucking shame. “Don’t blame me for what happened to mother! It was cancer! God damn cancer!” “How dare you bring God into this?” “Damn God, indeed.” A swift slap goes across my face. A tear runs down my cheek. “Do not take the Lord’s name in vain, Dolores.” “He’s your Lord, father. Not mine.” Father loosens his belt, his grip gets tighter on what would soon be my lashing demise. “What am I going to do with you?” Silence, awkwardness and animosity. A shared moment between father and daughter. It would be perfect, but somehow I don’t think this is how it’s supposed to be. “Do your worst.” I barely got the words out before I felt the whip across the small of my back. I don’t remember much after that. Entry 16 “We can’t keep you around here, Maddie, the Japs might react to your little adventure.” The sarcasm drips from his mouth with every word spoken. Father is making me move out, back to my grandmother’s in the UK. I’m too much of a risk to him here, too much of a chance to stay much longer. Love is too much of a chance now. So he’s abandoning me, again and again. I won’t forget. I won’t forgive. Chaolin Sahn, I won’t forget you either. Somehow, helping you saved my life. In just one day, you enlightened me. There’s a brighter side to this world. There’s a brighter side to this chaos. Entry 288 I found Chaolin Sahn. It’s a miracle, a miracle finally happened to me. A friend of mine heard he was wrestling for an academy in Tokyo. Committing vicious and grisly acts to any one that dares to step into the cage with him. It was that viciousness that drew me in to him. It was that ruthlessness, that adaptability to violence that made me fall in love with him. Since I met Chaolin Sahn, my life hasn’t been the same. Entry 289 I went and saw him today. I had to, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He wasn’t happy. I don’t know his true motives. I wish I knew him, I wish I knew more. Some how, when he saw me sifting through the crowd, he lost focus. They were there to see the brutality of the blood sport. I was there to be met with my destiny. Some how, he lost control. It could have been my fault. It could have been all my fault. It wouldn’t have been the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Somehow he lost the match. And he was furious. Maybe this isn’t the destiny laid out before me afterall. Entry 310 I’ve met someone else, Elijah. A noble man, almost heroic. A polar opposite to Chaolin, it seems, but I can’t help but to be drawn to him anyhow. Maybe, I’m just looking for vindication. Maybe, I’m just looking for love. Either way, I’ll just keep looking. Entry 388 Another man, it seems like the story of my life. A doctor. But this time he is not offering a romance. He’s offering something more…lasting, so to speak. A religion, a true passage to salvation. I can’t say I’m lucky. With all the shit I’ve been through, no one in my position could ever be considered lucky. I’m well deserved of salvation. I fucking deserve to be happy. No matter who wants to get in my way. This will be the end of this diary as of now. The image of Dolores Madison shows up during the reading, present day. The scars of her past are psychically evident. She stands, postured toward the camera, or whatever she is speaking into. “That was the end of my life as I knew it. First betrayed by my father, then betrayed by Elijah. He left me in that cult, to pursue greener pastures for himself. Left me lost and ruined, for that little bitch Omega. It wasn’t until weeks ago, when Chaolin Sahn stumbled back upon me. I was again graced by the desire of an angel. He again came in, he again saved my life. While I was lost, he came in and showed me the way. He is what a hero should be.” “Last week I got my vindication. I felt the blood of Elijah and Omega run through my fingers. I felt their pain as if it was my own, aching and screaming in the darkness that consumed me for all of those years. It was a discovery unlike any other. A realization, that I am indeed alive, living and breathing. One infliction of pain, it all came raging to life. It was a miracle, it really was.” A vile snicker comes from the mouth of Dolores Madison. “And just like that, I want more. I’m addicted to the violence, a slave to the bloodshed. Like Chaolin Sahn before me, this is what I’m meant to do. I bring chaos, I bring calamity, in the quest for complete control. Just like Chaolin, just like the Cyndicate. My job is to put these heathens, these sick and perverse heretics to rest. In a pool of their own blood if I have to.” “Omega, we’re more alike then you would care to admit. Our lives have mirrored each other, our paths have crossed at more then one occasion. The only difference between you and me is our physical capabilities. I’ve hit rock bottom, I’ve felt the urge to end myself. I’ve felt the urge to end the world. The pain of an entire world, how do you compare to that? I’m addicted to violence. What are you addicted to you, dumb bitch? Baking cookies? Making up ridiculous words? You are seen as a crazy bitch around here, but you’re stepping into a whole different game when you step into the ring with me. Am I a wrestler? No. Am I a sports competitor? No. I’m a fighter, and a damn vicious one at that.” “No disqualification…do you know what that means? Anything goes. Anything I say, goes. You want to bring chairs, you want to bring tables? Barbed wire? How about a trademarked pair of spiked brass knuckles? You should bring them. Save me the trouble. I’ll be bringing violence, Omega, you can be sure of that. I’ll be bringing destruction, Omega, you can be sure of that. I’ll be bringing a massacre, Omega, and the question is this. Will you be ready?” |
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