Post by Cause and Effect on May 18, 2017 20:09:05 GMT
Gifts from the wicked.
[/color][/i]He was gone long enough to go outside and have a cigarette, fifteen minutes at most. When he arrived back in that room, he saw Atticus sleeping and despite the damage to his hands, his newly born son slept peacefully upon his chest. Looking around still, he saw Kayden sleeping just as peacefully in that hospital bed. The eyes of Xavier continued to scan the room before falling upon two small silver boxes that sat upon what looked like a book.
”Those weren't there before I left.”[/i]
That thought rampaged through his mind as he slowly approached the boxes, looking down at them. He ran his fingers across the words of one of the two boxes. First Tooth. The words alone made him feel sick to his stomach, his features tightening up. Slowly, he opened the box and looked into it. A still bloodied tooth was contained in that box. Closing his eyes tightly, Xavier took in a rather deep breath, sighing out in frustration, his eyes slowly returning back open.
Upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't a child’s tooth. His mind instantly went to the most recent attack on his long time friend Pavolo Kekoa. It was as if his blood began to boil, everything was just becoming too much, too intense, too personal.
That next box, he looked down at the words upon it. First Curl. His expression twisted in anger, the feeling of his heart falling into the pit of his stomach overtook him. Slowly opening that box, he saw a curl of hair the color identical to Terra’s hair. Quickly, he picked up those boxes, shoving them into the depths of the pocket on his blue jeans.
And now the book. His gaze fixated down upon it, Xavier shook his head after reading the words across the front of it. My First Bible. A few strips of different colors emerged from the pages, marking specific ones. That book was placed into his pocket as well before making his exit from the room. He made a b-line towards the nurse’s desk, nearly slamming his hands down onto the surface. The lady behind the desk almost jumping out of her chair, eyes as wide as saucers.
“Is..is everything okay, Mr. Laroux?”
His expression was overtaken by a scowl, his words slipping free laced with venom.
”If they don't work here or their last name isn't Laroux, they are not to be allowed in that room unless cleared by one of us. Are we at an understanding?”
All the nurse could do is nod her head rapidly, making a note of it in front of her. Walking away from that desk, Laroux made his way back downstairs, eventually finding himself seated in the driver’s side of that black Jeep. He took a few moments to, unsuccessfully, try and steady himself as he dug into his pocket, pulling out that children’s bible. Letting a single finger rest upon that first tab, he turned it to that page, his eyes instantly looking at the highlighted passage.
And the devil who deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and false prophet are also; and they will be tormented day and night, forever and ever.
Laroux had never really been a religious man. Sure he went to Sunday School as a child but that was mainly to get away from home for a few hours. Shaking his head slowly, he turned to the next marked page, reading that highlighted passage.
These will pay the penalty of eternal distraction, away from the presence of the Lord and from the glory of His power.
It was almost as if he could hear her voice reading along those passages. He moved a near trembling hand to grab the pack of cigarettes and lighter from the middle console, lighting one up before continuing to read on.
Then He will also say to those on His left, ‘Depart from Me, accursed ones, into the eternal fire which has been prepared for the devil and his angels.
Taking a long drag off of that cigarette before letting it dangle from the corner of his mouth, he ran that hand over the top of his head, sighing out in growing irritation.
Of instruction about washings and laying on of hands, and the resurrection of the dead and eternal judgment.
These will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.
Shaking his head, he threw that book into the passenger side floorboard, letting his head fall back against the headrest. Another hit taken off of that cigarette, he exhaled deeply, covering his face with his hands. Rubbing vigorously, he slammed fists onto that steering wheel, yelling out in anger. Over and over and over, he pounded those balled fists onto that object. Stopping to grip the wheel, he lowered his head, trying his hardest to regain his composure.
Releasing it with one hand, he brought that hand up to run along the hair atop his head. Usually this would do good but even after continually doing it for a few moments there was still no change. Clenching that hand into a tight fist, trying to steady it.
Snuffing that cigarette out in the pullout ashtray, he climbed out of that Jeep, making his way back towards the entrance of the hospital, walking back inside.
The longest day.
[/color][/i]Inside of that California hotel, Xavier sat on a brown wooden chair at a modestly sized matching wooden table. In front of him, on that table, sat a half gallon glass bottle of a generic Vodka and an empty glass. The day had been one of the longest he could remember.
Pouring the bottle until that glass was half full, he set it back down. Events of the day ran through his mind. Those gifts left by Lennox in Kayden’s hospital room. Bringing that glass up to his lips, he took a long drink from it, a look of disgust growing across his face. His meeting with Phoenix before she went out with Rayven. Once more, he took another long drink from his glass, the disgust slightly lessening this time. A conversation between himself and Blair. Drinking down the rest of what was in that glass, frustration began to show.
”I deserve this. All the bad I've done..it was bound to catch up to me soon. But why now? Everythin is just so..fucked.”
His jaw clenching tightly as he poured another glass of that vodka, taking a drink from it and another before draining it of its contents. Lowering his head, he looked down at that glass, his eyes closing softly.
”She's not gonna give up..not until I become that person again.”
Before continuing on, he remembered that bible Lennox had left as well. Pulling it, and those cigarettes and lighter, out of his pocket, he lit one up, setting the book down, looking to see where he left off on those marked passages.
If your foot causes you to stumble, cut it off; it is better for you to enter life lame, than, having your two feet, to be cast into hell. If your eye causes you to stumble, throw it out; it is better for you to enter the kingdom of God with one eye, than, having two eyes, to be cast into hell.
”Why does she want me to become that again? I've worked so hard not to be that person anymore. This is..all of this..is too fuckin much. I can't fuckin take these games.”
Bloodshot eyes continued to scan the words in front of him as he flipped to the next marked page and passage.
And will come forth; those who did the good deeds to a resurrection of life, those who committed the evil deeds to a resurrection of judgment.
No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't wrap his head around it. As if that would be an easy task before everything that had occurred today. There was one remaining passage. Hesitation showed as he slowly flipped to that page.
Many of those who sleep in the dust of the ground will awake, these to everlasting life, but the others to disgrace and everlasting contempt.[/color]
A shaky hand closed that book before that same hand snatched it up, throwing it across the room. He thumped his cigarette across the rim of his glass, knocking the ash down into it. Reaching for the neck of that bottle, he brought it up to take a drink straight from the bottle.
”I'm tired..I can't keep up like this. I haven't been able to sleep since this shit started with Lennox. I thought it mighta been better when I crashed with Phe or with Ray, but..fuck.”
Opening up that hand, looking down to it as it visibly trembled. Squeezing it into a fist rather tightly, his knuckles turning white, as he tried to regain his composure, unsuccessfully at that. His eyes moved to look around the room, hopefully catching sight of something that'll distract him.
A frustrated groan slipped free as he snatched that bottle back up off of that table as he look a long drink from it. Walking across the living room of that hotel room, he made his way out onto that balcony, pacing back and forth.
”Everythin is just so..fucked!”
Taking the final hit off of that cigarette, he tossed it off to the side, not showing much concern if anyone was down below. Backing in the railing of that balcony, Laroux slid down into a seated position, burying his face into his hands. His body stiffening up, he slowly shook his head back and forth.
As many times as he said it, he finally felt it. It was time to let go. Breathing in deeply, he brought his head up out of his hands, sighing out softly.
”What has bein a good person got me? Like..really. Bein a good person let that nutjob bitch hurt my family. Bein a good person stopped me from goin for what I want.”
Rolling over into a kneel, he reached up to grab that railing to help himself up to a full standing position. Turning to look out at that darkened cityscape, that smirk slowly growing across his face, an obvious deviousness about it.
”They'll never see it comin and if they do..if she does..it'll be too late. I gave you the chance. I nearly fuckin begged you to stop. You're gettin what you wanted. Let's just hope, for your sake, it's what you really want.”
A loud knock at that door caught his attention, turning his head to look towards that door. Making his way back inside, he stopped at the door before slowly pulling it open, that smirk only growing larger.
”Hey Ray.”
A Callaghan worth fighting?!
[/i][/center]The next morning, Xavier stood out on that hotel room balcony connected to the bedroom, decked out in a pair of black gym shorts and a bared torso. That lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, he turned his head to look at the sleeping Rayven in that bed, his smirk growing before reaching to close the sliding glass door.
Turning around to let his back rest against that railing, he dug into the pocket of those shorts, pulling out that phone. Pulling up the video recorder, he held it up, pointed down at him. The scene opened up, focused entirely on one half of the Fuckin Awesome Tag Team Champions “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux.
”As I stand here, everythin I've said holdin entirely true, I'm still standin, medically cleared to compete despite the piss poor take out Zoo-E orchestrated. But it's more than that..y’know? Like..now I'm supposed to be fuckin reppin FAW against Proving Grounds’s Ryan Callaghan?”
A look of disbelief melded together with that oh so arrogant smirk, smoke rolling free from behind his lips as he spoke.
”Are you fuckin kiddin me? I mean come the fuck on. I'm supposed to rep the bitch that tried to have me put down like a fuckin dog? I'm supposed to rep a company that backs a powerhungry cunt like Zoo-E? Yeah..fuckin..right. Fuck reppin FAW. I legit don't give two fucks bout The Grounds or anyone in it.”
“Y’know who I'm reppin in this match against Ryan Callaghan? I'm reppin Phe. I'm reppin Ray. I'm reppin me. I'm reppin everyone who has my fuckin back. So whatever problems are developin between folk from PGW and FAW, that ain't got shit to do with me. I don't give a fuck who thinks they're better on either side.”
“Know what I'm out to do? Once more, Ima prove that the name Laroux is just leaps and bounds ahead of the name Callaghan. Ever since the day the name Callaghan was brought into FAW, The Larouxs have been there to prove we’re better in every possible way. And at Delirium, that trend continues.”
“I like Ryan, don't get me wrong. He's bout the only one of the bunch who hasn't came at me sideways with that piece of shit Southie garbage and for that, Ima treat the man professionally. Ima go in it and prove to the world, once again, why I am the best fuckin thing to ever happen to Fuckin Awesome Wrestlin.”
“I mean, look at what it took to keep me down even for justa lilbit and even then, they couldn't finish the job. But gotta give it to her, she's still tryin to put me down. On the fuckin divine intervention chance that I lose to Ryan, I gotta face the two lil fuckfaces who can't get a leg up on me no matter how hard they try. I hafta face’em. Not me and Gabe, Cause and Effect, nah I hafta face’em.”
“But that's fine, it ain't my fault it takes more than one guy to keep me down long enough to matter bout nothin. Maybe you should find someone half worth a fuck to actually get the job done. Or..y’know..maybe you can't. Does that thought fuck with your head? The thought that there isn't one man who can truly keep me down?”
Laroux winked, laughing out as he shrugged his shoulders.
”But I digress. Ryan, I wish you the best of luck for when we throw down. You're gonna need it cause I'm comin to beat that ass. And when I say Ima do somethin? Ima do it.”
And just like that, the recording stopped as the scene faded away.