Be The King or Watch The Queen Conquer
Nov 15, 2015 10:01:36 GMT -5
Post by Black Adder on Nov 15, 2015 10:01:36 GMT -5
“How disappointed you must be.”
Hana Song sits with a wide smirk on the corner of her lips, the heavy lipstick standing out against the normally pale features of her face. She sits with her legs crossed and her hand cradling a glass of wine; behind her the sounds of nature play loudly – from the window to her side it’s clear that outside the wind is blowing hard enough to make leaves zoom past and creak the walls.
The wine glass, nearly empty, is lightly swirled before Hana takes the final sip.
“How disappointed you must be, Nest, at the way things have gone. Oh, I’m sure you’re not at all worried – you damn well SHOULD be but you champions think so highly of yourselves when you tear through the competition like warm knives through butter. The disappointment comes in the form of your former singles affair with Tillman now adding a third party to the mix in the form of yours truly. See, the disappointment surely comes from the knowledge that by yourself? Terrence would’ve been easy pickings. And I say that because I’ve beaten him and you’ve paired with him and he, being the soft idiot that he is, thinks this is all about respect. He thinks that win or lose, it’s how you play the game.”
“That’s the mind of a man who will never achieve anything other than mediocrity. He’s not worthy of the number one contender spot, as I so eloquently mentioned when last I spoke to him. Should not the spot have gone to someone more deserving? What were you doing, Terrence, when I was putting Lion’s Den and FGA on notice by taking out one of FGA’s darlings? Were you gathering flowers hoping that today would be the day that Nest finally noticed you? Because it wasn’t anything impressive, not compared to me.”
“I’ve done everything I’ve said I would and more. When I realized that people like you, Terrence, could just jump the line I figured I could too. Except my line jumping came with proving why Nest is no longer needed to be at the Apex – he had a good run but all good things must end. With just you staring him down, we’d be subject to yet more of the dullard hanging out in a treehouse like some stunted child. But with me? With poison in my strikes and bodies in my wake…a better time is coming.”
“Thank you, Terrence, for taking the bait and getting me exactly where I should be. You’re a simpleton and that made things so much easier. A little insinuation and you rush to your defense and, incidentally, your demise. Why should you be the Apex Champion, Terrence? You’re a worm; worse, you’re a worm that thinks you’re a snake. And like a good worm, your ultimate fate will be carved up and torn apart by people with futures.”
Hana’s smirk vanishes as she tightens her lips together, pursing them into a scowl.
“You see now why I believe you to be disappointed, Nest. Because what should’ve been an easy defense for you instead has you dealing with Terrence Wormman and about the only other member of the Den that is truly worthy to consider herself the Apex of the place. You had to have known I was coming; it gets boring silencing the dissenters and the do-gooders who, bizarrely, seem to forget that I’ve made good on every single promise I’ve made; even going so far as to prove that no one escapes from me, that in the end I always get my target.”
“All your time in the trees has made you so untouchable because people assume the best way to reach you is by climbing. Fools. All I have to do is knock you down, chop down that tree with force, bring you down to my level…ruin the Nest.”
“As I’m a woman of my word, I’m making a promise here and now. I promise, Nest, that it won’t be over quickly. After sinking my teeth into Li’l Annie, I’ve grown tired of slumming it with the common crowd and their pointless distractions and relationships. You’re the second best of what the Den has to offer and as I need to – again – exert my dominance as the prime huntress in this wild brush, I don’t intend to end it quickly. You need to understand who you’re dealing with and the Lion’s Den needs to realize that it’s time to embrace what I’ve been saying since the start.”
“There’s a new predator in town. And yes, she does bite. At Third Strike, the Lion’s Den will be tossed into the Snake Pit. Welcome to my future.”
Hana’s sneer continues as the whistling sound of wind lingers until the fade.
Hana Song sits with a wide smirk on the corner of her lips, the heavy lipstick standing out against the normally pale features of her face. She sits with her legs crossed and her hand cradling a glass of wine; behind her the sounds of nature play loudly – from the window to her side it’s clear that outside the wind is blowing hard enough to make leaves zoom past and creak the walls.
The wine glass, nearly empty, is lightly swirled before Hana takes the final sip.
“How disappointed you must be, Nest, at the way things have gone. Oh, I’m sure you’re not at all worried – you damn well SHOULD be but you champions think so highly of yourselves when you tear through the competition like warm knives through butter. The disappointment comes in the form of your former singles affair with Tillman now adding a third party to the mix in the form of yours truly. See, the disappointment surely comes from the knowledge that by yourself? Terrence would’ve been easy pickings. And I say that because I’ve beaten him and you’ve paired with him and he, being the soft idiot that he is, thinks this is all about respect. He thinks that win or lose, it’s how you play the game.”
“That’s the mind of a man who will never achieve anything other than mediocrity. He’s not worthy of the number one contender spot, as I so eloquently mentioned when last I spoke to him. Should not the spot have gone to someone more deserving? What were you doing, Terrence, when I was putting Lion’s Den and FGA on notice by taking out one of FGA’s darlings? Were you gathering flowers hoping that today would be the day that Nest finally noticed you? Because it wasn’t anything impressive, not compared to me.”
“I’ve done everything I’ve said I would and more. When I realized that people like you, Terrence, could just jump the line I figured I could too. Except my line jumping came with proving why Nest is no longer needed to be at the Apex – he had a good run but all good things must end. With just you staring him down, we’d be subject to yet more of the dullard hanging out in a treehouse like some stunted child. But with me? With poison in my strikes and bodies in my wake…a better time is coming.”
“Thank you, Terrence, for taking the bait and getting me exactly where I should be. You’re a simpleton and that made things so much easier. A little insinuation and you rush to your defense and, incidentally, your demise. Why should you be the Apex Champion, Terrence? You’re a worm; worse, you’re a worm that thinks you’re a snake. And like a good worm, your ultimate fate will be carved up and torn apart by people with futures.”
Hana’s smirk vanishes as she tightens her lips together, pursing them into a scowl.
“You see now why I believe you to be disappointed, Nest. Because what should’ve been an easy defense for you instead has you dealing with Terrence Wormman and about the only other member of the Den that is truly worthy to consider herself the Apex of the place. You had to have known I was coming; it gets boring silencing the dissenters and the do-gooders who, bizarrely, seem to forget that I’ve made good on every single promise I’ve made; even going so far as to prove that no one escapes from me, that in the end I always get my target.”
“All your time in the trees has made you so untouchable because people assume the best way to reach you is by climbing. Fools. All I have to do is knock you down, chop down that tree with force, bring you down to my level…ruin the Nest.”
“As I’m a woman of my word, I’m making a promise here and now. I promise, Nest, that it won’t be over quickly. After sinking my teeth into Li’l Annie, I’ve grown tired of slumming it with the common crowd and their pointless distractions and relationships. You’re the second best of what the Den has to offer and as I need to – again – exert my dominance as the prime huntress in this wild brush, I don’t intend to end it quickly. You need to understand who you’re dealing with and the Lion’s Den needs to realize that it’s time to embrace what I’ve been saying since the start.”
“There’s a new predator in town. And yes, she does bite. At Third Strike, the Lion’s Den will be tossed into the Snake Pit. Welcome to my future.”
Hana’s sneer continues as the whistling sound of wind lingers until the fade.