Mirror, Mirror
Jul 19, 2015 10:06:05 GMT -5
Post by Black Adder on Jul 19, 2015 10:06:05 GMT -5
To say that Hana Song was in a positive mood would be an understatement. Two victories in as many matches, eyes set on a much more impressive target – a target whom she’d already attacked once, things were, in the professional life, going well. She was making an impression. Soon enough, The Black Adder would be a name to give others pause. To give them a reason to worry. Such was the fun, the thrill of the pursuit; if people weren’t careful they would step right into the poison bite of Hana Song.
However many it took for her to be taken seriously. Two down. Two down.
The camera goes on and Hana Song is not, as usual, on a runway stage and holding a microphone with the spotlight on her. She is instead seen in a mirror seated on the edge of a bed and looking into the mirror- the camera visible behind her. She stands up and, as she speaks, creeps ever closer towards the mirror.
“I have a question for those of you still wandering about in the Lion’s Den: Are you scared yet? Probably not. I know the trick. You can chalk it up to beginner’s luck all you like, but go ahead and ask my last two victims. Go ahead and ask precious little Annie. The Black Adder is not someone you take lightly. The Black Adder is not leaving until everyone in the Den understands this. It will make the advancement all the sweeter knowing I’ve slithered my way through the supposed best of this…club. So watch your backs, boys and girls, because this predator can strike at. Any. Time.”
“But while we’re on the subject of sweet, that’s one word to describe my latest prey. Bree Nelson, was it? Poor little Bree, she can handle the Baroness just fine – but without your little boy toy I wonder can you keep up? Use the size excuse all you like, Bree, we all know it’s just an excuse. There is one place size matters and it isn’t the ring. You’re smaller than me, but the only difference that makes is that I won’t have to kick as high to reach your face. And rest assured, I will be kicking you in the face. There’s just something…extra special about a quick, sharp kick to the face of someone people want to protect. It’s like defacing a painting with a black sharpie.”
Hana starts to laugh, though hers is more of a dark chuckle than anything else. She stands in front of the mirror, her eyes narrowed and her expression fierce, determined, creepy.
“You, Bree, you just might be the first victim that makes me smile. Not because of your valiant but ultimately futile attempt to fight back. No. But because people like you. They want to see you do well. You have a story that makes people take note, gives you that vibe, that aura that gets people in your corner. And when that is stripped away, when you’re left in the center of the ring crumpled, broken, and beat…it’s one of the only beautiful sights in the world. And I aim to see that. And so far? My aim is dead on.”
“Bree, I know you can’t hear me so do me a favor and read my lips: The Black Adder is coming for you. Pucker up.”
With another round of dark laughter, Hana signs off in the only way she knows how. Though in lieu of a microphone, a sudden punch to the mirror, cracking it, has to suffice.
However many it took for her to be taken seriously. Two down. Two down.
The camera goes on and Hana Song is not, as usual, on a runway stage and holding a microphone with the spotlight on her. She is instead seen in a mirror seated on the edge of a bed and looking into the mirror- the camera visible behind her. She stands up and, as she speaks, creeps ever closer towards the mirror.
“I have a question for those of you still wandering about in the Lion’s Den: Are you scared yet? Probably not. I know the trick. You can chalk it up to beginner’s luck all you like, but go ahead and ask my last two victims. Go ahead and ask precious little Annie. The Black Adder is not someone you take lightly. The Black Adder is not leaving until everyone in the Den understands this. It will make the advancement all the sweeter knowing I’ve slithered my way through the supposed best of this…club. So watch your backs, boys and girls, because this predator can strike at. Any. Time.”
“But while we’re on the subject of sweet, that’s one word to describe my latest prey. Bree Nelson, was it? Poor little Bree, she can handle the Baroness just fine – but without your little boy toy I wonder can you keep up? Use the size excuse all you like, Bree, we all know it’s just an excuse. There is one place size matters and it isn’t the ring. You’re smaller than me, but the only difference that makes is that I won’t have to kick as high to reach your face. And rest assured, I will be kicking you in the face. There’s just something…extra special about a quick, sharp kick to the face of someone people want to protect. It’s like defacing a painting with a black sharpie.”
Hana starts to laugh, though hers is more of a dark chuckle than anything else. She stands in front of the mirror, her eyes narrowed and her expression fierce, determined, creepy.
“You, Bree, you just might be the first victim that makes me smile. Not because of your valiant but ultimately futile attempt to fight back. No. But because people like you. They want to see you do well. You have a story that makes people take note, gives you that vibe, that aura that gets people in your corner. And when that is stripped away, when you’re left in the center of the ring crumpled, broken, and beat…it’s one of the only beautiful sights in the world. And I aim to see that. And so far? My aim is dead on.”
“Bree, I know you can’t hear me so do me a favor and read my lips: The Black Adder is coming for you. Pucker up.”
With another round of dark laughter, Hana signs off in the only way she knows how. Though in lieu of a microphone, a sudden punch to the mirror, cracking it, has to suffice.