Cleansed by the Fire Annihilation RP 2

Crunch.

Scattered breath.

Crunch.

Deep inhale

Crunch

Scattered breath.

And with every breath, the visual of steam from it coming from the womanly form, back lit as she made her way through the deep woodend area outside what is assumingly Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

It is bitterly cold but the woman doesn’t appear to physically shake but her heavy breaths give it away as to how cold it really is.

“COME CHILD!” the Reverend Synister’s voice echoes eerily through the woods as we see his masked form standing alongside the father of Angel, Thomas Wilde standing in front of a large bonfire.

That’s where we see Angel, barefoot, barely clothed and a look on her face where she holds no emotion and her chin is held high.

Around the bonfire stand what is Syn’s followers, carnies and freaks alike and they have all gathered and each hold a black rose in their hands.

She approaches them and kneels in front of her mentor and her father. Syn gleefully walks up to her and runs his scared hand across the top of her head, “Tonight, my treasure, we have all gathered to honor your sacrifice. The sacrifice of your body, your heart and your soul belonging to all of us, the Darkest Carnival!”

When he makes that proclamation the freaks chant something unintelligible before he silences them with the wave of his hand, “I remember when you came to us. Such a young lady, where you told me that you would gladly take the punishment of a crime that was not yours to take. You threw yourself at my feet, begging me to spare your father. Since then you have proven yourself a worthy member of our...family.[/i]” that last word slides across his tongue almost like it’s poison but none of them truly care, “So tonight, you will take your position at my side opposite your father. You have embraced your true potential but with that, you have just one more test.”

She looks up as they move and he motions to the fire.

She closes her eyes and suddenly in front of her, she sees her father in the same position she was just in all those years ago and Syn stands in front of him just the same. The young Angel, almost a whole year with the Carnival has begun to develop into a beautiful young woman but still far too young to truly begin her training.

She’s not where she should be though, she hides in the bushes and watches as her father stands and is stripped down and is ushered to the fire. “No...” she whispers as she pushes her way through, the freaks that she was behind catch her but she yells out, “DAD, STOP!!!!”

“HOLD HER!” Syn bellows out before he stomps over, “I told you that she was to stay behind.”

“You’re gonna kill him!” she cries out trying to pull away from the freaks that only grip her tighter causing her to cry out in pain.

“ANGEL! ENOUGH!” Thomas Wilde yells at his daughter grabbing his robe and walking over to her, “I have accepted this. Why haven’t you?”

“But...”

“NO! You are being a disobedient brat right now.” he says, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her to just outside their twisted little circle, “Now you listen to me young lady. We have been treated very well by Syn, he has taken us in and given us everything we could possibly ever need and then some. This is our chance to secure OUR future. Yours and mine and I promise you...no harm will come to me. Not by his hand. Trust him, my child.”

“Thomas...make your way back.” Syn speaks up, he came up almost so quietly that it caught them by surprise.

“Master?” he looks at Syn with confusion.

“I will handle her. Finish what we started.” Thomas bows and gives a warning look to his daughter before kissing her on her forehead and leaving them.

She stands in silence and doesn’t make eye contact with the sinister Reverend, “I didn’t mean...”

He snickers, “Yes you did. And it’s alright. It can be a scary sight to see your father face the fire. No harm will come to him, I promise.”

She tries to look to the circle but her view is block by the biggest of the freaks. Shaking her head, “What is the point of any of this? Why must my father sacrifice himself on a bonfire?”

Syn circles her and blocks her view even further, “It’s not a sacrifice. It’s a cleansing. You see, my child, fire can be extremely destructive, yes. But your father has faced so much destruction that the fire can cleanse his very soul. The loss of your family has weighed so heavily on him that he knows that he needs to do this. But, it won’t destroy him.”

“Will I...one day...” she says pointing at it, looking at him nervously.

“Perhaps, but only when you are ready.”

“And when will I know that?”

“When you accept your past, letting go of the damage that it has left behind and embrace what that fire can truly do.” he reaches up and covers her eyes and turns her around, leans down and whispers in her ear, “Are you truly ready to face and let the fire cleanse you?”

And when he removes his hand, her eyes open and she stands in front of it, back in her present form. “I am ready.”

She drops her robe and walks to the fire. Syn and her father looking on proudly as the fire sweeps across the screen.


“It’s a powerful feeling knowing that despite all your mess ups in the past, that you can just easily let go of those regrets. What I have done....who I have had to betray is all for the betterment of us all.” Angel very much alive, not burnt, no scars and not even smoking, stands infront of the now doused bonfire, in the early hours of the morning. “He taught me that. I have had to sacrifice part of my being to get to this moment and believe me when I tell you, I feel so much better about it.”

She laughs, no, she CACKLES LOUDLY and it echos all through the woods, “And I am not sorry about it at all! I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION DO I NOT?!? ALL of your eyes are wide and looking directly at the weird chick with the crazy red hair and honestly this is exactly how we wanted it. You all laughed at me and now it is time to show you all exactly how dangerous I truly am.”

She brings her hand down and grasps the ashes that sit around her, “We all have to face our demons in a way. And now Sapphire, Amber, TJ, Landerson and even my darling Lachlan have come to this realization that they face the demon in me forcing them to look dead into a dingy mirror and come to grips with the fact that we all have to be cleansed by the fire. And this street fight, this Victory Championship is a goal but to get to all of our goals....we must come to the grips of what we need to do to one another.”

She stands and sweeps her robe across the ground, kicking up the ashes into the cold air, they almost engulf her but it doesn’t bug her at all, “I THRIVE on pain, I LIVE for the gore and the blood for the GLORY. The question is...what fire will you face to cleanse your demons, my dears. Do you have the fortitude? I guess we will all find out.”

With a snap the fire starts back up and she steps into it backwards and with a wicked grin she disappears into it and we hear, “I’ll see you all in hell.”