Lies Are The Truth; Mistakes Are Illusions
Nov 29, 2015 12:01:21 GMT -5
Post by Black Adder on Nov 29, 2015 12:01:21 GMT -5
“You need to calm down. You’re at fifteen and I need you to be at about five.”
The plea for calming was a bit too late and a bit of an understatement as the current state of the room was, in a word, wrecked. Cushions were tossed to the ground, the coffee table was on its side with the glass pane lying next to it – mercifully unbroken for now. It was as if a tornado had blown its way through without breaking anything, just knocking things around and generally being a nuisance. And of course, at the center of it all, breathing heavily with a pale expression and a paler face, was Hana Song, fingers balled into a tight fist.
“I am calm.”
“No, you’re not. And if you don’t calm down I can’t give you your treatment so unless you want to pass out…calm down, Hana. It’s okay. You lost, everyone does eventually. And besides, it’s not your first.”
Hana, more annoyed than angry, turned her head towards Doctor Tiffany Song with a scowl.
“I didn’t lose to-”
“Didn’t mean in a match, Hana.”
The interruption gave Hana a momentary pause, enough to get her fist to return to just being fingers.
“That’s not the same and you know it. I lost because of you.”
“You lost for me. And for that I’m eternally grateful and constantly doing something illegal – speaking of, it’s about time for your shot. You know what happens to the people that let a loss define them?” Dr. Song, sighing in relief when Hana took a seat in the un-flipped over couch, began to swab Hana’s arm for the injection. “They never win again. Let it be your fuel. It’s a hell of a motivator.”
“That’s what you’d do.” Not so much as a wince when the needle was injected into her and the blood began flowing into her body.
“You’re right. And since you’ve made emulating me your life’s work, you’re better off listening to my advice. Now sit still. I’ll be back, ‘Doctor’.”
Tiffany wasn’t able to see the playful, though serious, little sneer given to her retreating frame by Hana.
~
“Some of you might think my fangs bare a bit less edge, a bit less poison, now that one person has managed to do what so many have not.”
Hana sits on the edge of a coffee table in the middle of a room that has all the appearance of having been ransacked. A self-sure smile is on her bright red lips, standing out amidst the pale tone to her skin.
“Continue to think that, if it brings you comfort; it makes it all the more enjoyable when I bite back harder and deadlier than before. Only short sighted fools look at the recent without taking in the whole picture; but tunnel vision is something so many who crawl around the Den have, no doubt because they’ve taken so many blows to the head – some even from yours truly no less – that their capacity for thought has fallen by the wayside.”
“The mistake people will make is in thinking that the loss to Nest has changed me, has made me softer, weaker. To them I say…merely watch me against this next poor victim, one Jensen Banks, a man who sounds like an east coast jackass complete with the face that you just want to see turn a beautiful shade of black, blue, and purple. Because who doesn’t get a sweet sort of joy in turning something beautiful into something hideous.”
“You’re an unlucky bastard, Banks, because you’re coming off a high following your little pointless rivalry with Keegan and you’re about to be brought back down where you belong, scraping the bottom and crushed underfoot by those that are your betters. You think you’re some kind of hotshot, having a few inconsequential successes in your brief time here...which makes it my responsibility to make sure that you understand the reality of the situation you find yourself in. See, despite my failings against Nest, this Lion’s Den is still firmly my territory. My hunting grounds, and before people start walking around without a care in the world…they need to be reminded of that fact.”
“Which brings you to me, Banks. You’re nothing to me. No one. You’re a Bert Frisky; a formality and little else. I will hurt you, absolutely, but I do so not because I NEED to, but because WANT to. Your battered defeat as I trample you under my heels will send the message loud and clear.”
“Lion’s Den had better be afraid of what’s to come. Jensen is getting off lightly compared to what’s next. He's nothing more than another helpless victim. One I'll make suffer.”
“And I’ll be laughing all the way to the Banks.”
The plea for calming was a bit too late and a bit of an understatement as the current state of the room was, in a word, wrecked. Cushions were tossed to the ground, the coffee table was on its side with the glass pane lying next to it – mercifully unbroken for now. It was as if a tornado had blown its way through without breaking anything, just knocking things around and generally being a nuisance. And of course, at the center of it all, breathing heavily with a pale expression and a paler face, was Hana Song, fingers balled into a tight fist.
“I am calm.”
“No, you’re not. And if you don’t calm down I can’t give you your treatment so unless you want to pass out…calm down, Hana. It’s okay. You lost, everyone does eventually. And besides, it’s not your first.”
Hana, more annoyed than angry, turned her head towards Doctor Tiffany Song with a scowl.
“I didn’t lose to-”
“Didn’t mean in a match, Hana.”
The interruption gave Hana a momentary pause, enough to get her fist to return to just being fingers.
“That’s not the same and you know it. I lost because of you.”
“You lost for me. And for that I’m eternally grateful and constantly doing something illegal – speaking of, it’s about time for your shot. You know what happens to the people that let a loss define them?” Dr. Song, sighing in relief when Hana took a seat in the un-flipped over couch, began to swab Hana’s arm for the injection. “They never win again. Let it be your fuel. It’s a hell of a motivator.”
“That’s what you’d do.” Not so much as a wince when the needle was injected into her and the blood began flowing into her body.
“You’re right. And since you’ve made emulating me your life’s work, you’re better off listening to my advice. Now sit still. I’ll be back, ‘Doctor’.”
Tiffany wasn’t able to see the playful, though serious, little sneer given to her retreating frame by Hana.
~
“Some of you might think my fangs bare a bit less edge, a bit less poison, now that one person has managed to do what so many have not.”
Hana sits on the edge of a coffee table in the middle of a room that has all the appearance of having been ransacked. A self-sure smile is on her bright red lips, standing out amidst the pale tone to her skin.
“Continue to think that, if it brings you comfort; it makes it all the more enjoyable when I bite back harder and deadlier than before. Only short sighted fools look at the recent without taking in the whole picture; but tunnel vision is something so many who crawl around the Den have, no doubt because they’ve taken so many blows to the head – some even from yours truly no less – that their capacity for thought has fallen by the wayside.”
“The mistake people will make is in thinking that the loss to Nest has changed me, has made me softer, weaker. To them I say…merely watch me against this next poor victim, one Jensen Banks, a man who sounds like an east coast jackass complete with the face that you just want to see turn a beautiful shade of black, blue, and purple. Because who doesn’t get a sweet sort of joy in turning something beautiful into something hideous.”
“You’re an unlucky bastard, Banks, because you’re coming off a high following your little pointless rivalry with Keegan and you’re about to be brought back down where you belong, scraping the bottom and crushed underfoot by those that are your betters. You think you’re some kind of hotshot, having a few inconsequential successes in your brief time here...which makes it my responsibility to make sure that you understand the reality of the situation you find yourself in. See, despite my failings against Nest, this Lion’s Den is still firmly my territory. My hunting grounds, and before people start walking around without a care in the world…they need to be reminded of that fact.”
“Which brings you to me, Banks. You’re nothing to me. No one. You’re a Bert Frisky; a formality and little else. I will hurt you, absolutely, but I do so not because I NEED to, but because WANT to. Your battered defeat as I trample you under my heels will send the message loud and clear.”
“Lion’s Den had better be afraid of what’s to come. Jensen is getting off lightly compared to what’s next. He's nothing more than another helpless victim. One I'll make suffer.”
“And I’ll be laughing all the way to the Banks.”