Soak It In Annihilation RP 1

“DADDY! NO! LET ME GO!”

“SILENCE! I have had enough of your insolence!” a dark and brooding Reverend Synister steps up to a very young red haired teenage girl, who’s big green eyes are wet from crying, as a pair of very big freaks carry her father, off into another room, “I warned you, my treasure.”

The young woman grips onto his shirt tightly, pleading in her eyes, “Please! I was just hungry!”

“I know, my darling girl.” he peels her hands from his shirt and slowly turns her around, “But we saw what happened to Adam and Eve when she gave into temptation. I will not have that in my garden.”

“Then hurt me! I’m the one that took the apple.” she shifts to try and look at him but Syn avoids her glance and he forces her to look at her father, “I should be punished, not him.”

“NO! Angel, you don’t know what you are asking!” the older man, Thomas Wilde, says as the freaks hold on to him tightly, “I made a deal with him, you were to never be harmed for anything.”

The young teenaged Angel breaks from Syn’s grasp and runs and drops down in front of him, “DAD! Are you insane?!?”

“No baby...I’m your dad and I am responsible for your actions.” he leans forward and presses his head to hers and then whispers, “Do not ever think that I won’t protect you.”

Angel sniffs and hugs her dad tightly for just a brief moment, sobbing, before he is ripped from her arms, “DADDY!”

Reverend Synister wraps her up from behind, holding her up and shushes her through her sobbing as her father is dragged off from her sight, “Shhhh, I know, treasure. But alas the sins of the father must never fall upon his beautiful daughter. Like he said, a deal was struck and you are indeed protected from your actions. After all, you are still so young.”

Her head hangs and she simply whispers, “When will I be held responsible?”

“When it is time. But for now you are still learning about the wickedness of the world. You have dealt with enough pain with the loss of your mother and your older brother,” Syn sneers like the hypnotist that he is. He picks a lock of her long red hair and plays with it before sniffing it, “So young and innocent.”

“My brother wasn’t innocent. He was the one that got her killed to begin with,” the young Angel spats with venom in her voice. She pulls from his grasp and circles around and glares at him with so much teenage disdain in her expression, “And because of him, my dad had no choice but to come to you. What did you do to him? What deal did he make? Are you the devil?”

“If anything my child, I am your savior. I am your father’s salvation. Your brother’s soul was mine til he directly and DELIBERATELY disobeyed me.”

“So what? You had him killed and my mother was just what...collateral damage?”

“My carnival was not responsible for any of that. And I would kindly remind you to understand that while I have done some questionable things, I do not have blood on my hands, despite how some think of me.”

“Who are you?”

“As I’ve said before, I am your savior, child.” Syn steps to her slowly and she raises his hand like she is gonna slap him but she stops when he raises his hands in passive fashion, “And if you allow me the honor and privilege, I have been looking for a bit of a protégé and you my child, I see a lot of fire in you.”

“Touch me again without my permission and you’ll see a lot more than that.”

Laughter, the roaring laughter of the Reverend echoes the empty room, “I’m sorry...I do not mean to laugh. You remind me so much of another...I had to give them up. You’re something different though, you can be molded...if you allow me to just...”

And he reaches out and touches her young face softly.

“You, my child, will be my greatest accomplishment.”

And with a push she falls back and suddenly her young form shifts into her current day where she hits a body of water and engulfs her completely.

Inside the unknown location of the Darkest Carnival, a more grizzled Thomas Wilde steps around the almost crystal clear pool as his daughter floats around aimlessly. Walking over to one of his master’s freaks he makes a motion for them to leave the room before walking over to the table and grabbing glass vials. He walks over to another side where there sits a stilled hot tub, the water is less than clean but he looks it over and opens the 9 viles one by one, dumping the contents in the water and with each one, the water changes color. With the last one the water turns miraculously clear. With a satisfied look on his face he stands and looks out into the pool.

“Angel! It’s ready!”

Angel stops and stands up, the water covering her from just above her chest. Her green eyes shine brightly with her red hair slicked back, “Thank you daddy! Has he returned?”

“He was just arriving when I came down. You may want to prepare and present yourself quickly. He was in a foul mood last I heard.” he nods to the spot and leaves her alone. She takes some deep breaths centering herself.

Slowly, she walks to the end of the pool near the hot tub and before she can be seen ascending the stairs, we see Syn storm into the room. He doesn’t look at her but snaps his fingers and before we know it she is kneeling and he is behind her with his hand under her chin and lifting her head high. All we see is her head, the steam rising off her eerily and his upper torso.

“Master.”

“SHUT. UP.” he croaks out lifting her head even higher, “In front of you...holds the sweat of your failures. ALL of them. Chaney, Whitemore, Perfect, Rhodes, Ferdinand, Granger, Madigan-Star and yes even the fucking cat and don’t know how but they figured out how to extract it from it’s fur. YOU are going to go into this head first and you are going to soak in ALL your failures. Hopefully then when you emerge you will finally learn.”

She looks down and the hot tub fires up and begins to stir up everything and turns a myriad of different colors and begins to slowly lean over. But just before she hits the water Syn reaches down, grabs the back of her hair and pulls back with her yelping but a sick smile crosses her face as if she enjoys the pain while Syn inhales her scent.

“Understand this, my treasure...this is not a punishment. I need you to truly learn...through the pain, the losses...you will always learn. Now....in you go.”

He slowly releases and pushes her head down and as soon as her head hits the water the light flashes. Her whole body slides in and the water engulfs her yet again. She twitches and jerks violently.

Her eyes slam shut and then suddenly shoot wide open.

And she’s no longer in the tub, but instead she stands in a gorgeous ballroom and her dress is as green as her eyes, her hair and makeup done perfectly.

Surrounded by everyone that is in PWE for a moment but then it focuses on those that she lost too, dressed to the nines.

“I shall learn from you.” she says with a small curtsy and a quiet voice and each of them disappear in a whisp and encircle her presence. She gives a wicked little giggle like it tickles her and it sends her into a dance. She gets lost in it for a moment before she turns right into a broad chest and looks up to see the blue green eyes of Miles Kasey. “Mi...Milo.”

He says nothing but circles her and she matches him step for step, like they are entrapped in a sick little waltz, never touching and eventually she gets dizzy from it and he spins her out and when she stops she falls to her knees. After a bit she looks up and she sees banners of her opponents, Amber Payne, TJ Alexander, El Landerson, Sapphire Delgado and finally Lachlan Kane.

She grows a twisted little smirk on her face and stands tall and reaches to her shoulders and tears down her ballgown to reveal her in full on gear.

“Do you believe you have learned enough?” Syn’s voice rings from above.

She looks up, “I have learned to accept my shortcomings. I know that I let my heart get in the way...but if we are out to finish what we started then I know that I have to make each and every bit of this one count.”

“Keep going.” his voice growls.

“How much longer does one have to wait til she proves that the impact of the match means more than the wins and losses. I am still growing and learning. And I have been learning so much. Some predictable moves. Some not so much. But could you imagine the weird girl...making her impact...on a Victory Championship win.” She steps forward and stretches out her right hand towards Lach’s banner and smiles wickedly, “Catch me Lach...for we are in this race for the long haul. I promise you that.”

She turns to Amber and Sapphire, and snorts, “He’s mine, girls...stay the hell outta my way.”

Suddenly a roar screams, “FOCUS!”

Angel jumps ever so slightly and turns and looks at El Landerson and TJ Alexander, “I could have sworn I have seen TJ somewhere before...oh well. But gentlemen...ladies...realize that I am so much more...and this will be bigger than any of you.”

With that she lifts her hands and suddenly everyone’s banners light on fire, all but Lachlan’s burns quickly. His eyes in the shot almost glaring at her, she laughs wickedly, “And we will burn together.”

The flames engulf her.

She emerges from the water with Syn sitting there with a smile on his face, “Congratulations. You’ve taken the first real start to making this into exactly what it needs to be.”

He motions to behind her and she turns to see the banners she had not seen before...and all of 5 of them are on fire...and just like in her vision....Lachlan’s burns the slowest.