Post by Elena DeDraca on Jul 10, 2018 7:07:25 GMT -5
COLOUR ME BLACK on/off camera [FLASHBACK]
Middle Finger right back at you.
She was was young. She was hopeless but most importantly she was furious. Seeing that fire burn in the distance was a clear reminder that life wasn't easy. If Elena could have called this place home she probably would have been upset. But not only had she made some of the worst experiences there, she also never was welcome. Anywhere.
When she stomped towards the spooky looking building, she didn’t even bother to climb over the fence. Not this time. Instead she walked right through the front door, passing some of the older kids. Like usually they gave her a dirty look, but neither of them dared to approach her directly.
Lucky for them.
She had made it inside the orphanage, marching into her room as if she was Napoleon Bonaparte. The ‘We take no prisoners’ mentality dripping out of every pore. Ignoring the two girls she shared a room with El was making it towards her bed. In a hurry, while cursing to herself, she stuffed things into her backpack. She sighed when noticing that she only owned around three items. And two of them she was wearing. A diary. Her wasted Doc Martens. And the bracelet that Finn once gave her.
“Where are you going?” One of the girls quietly asked.
“Away to a place called: None of your fucking business.”
The girl almost jumped when Elena growled at her, but didn’t dare to move. She grabbed her blanket and pulled it up to her face. Yet too curious to look away. The pale girl was storming through the room like a force of nature, grabbing more stuff. When she was done there was one last look over her shoulder before she made it to the door. Everything could have gone rather smooth there, if the door hadn’t been kicked open. One of her biggest fears standing right in the doorframe. The matron of the orphanage.
Of course Elena would never accept that in front of other people, but that woman scared the living shit out of her. The wooden cross hanging around her neck only added to the indescribable fear.
The birth of the goth girl.
“And where do you think you are going, Elena? We just heard about the incident at your foster's home. There are things to talk about.”
“I haven’t set the house on fire.”
“That is for the law to decide. You had trouble written all over you ever since they put you on our doorstep. God sees everything, young lady. Those people been kind to you.”
That was it! Elena in an instant lost all of her fear, taking a step closer towards the nun. The expression on her face a new one. Dangerous.
“Is that so? He sees everything? Then I must inform you that he probably took a fucking vacation. Did he see when the father of that family touched me under the table? Did he see when they took my food and gave it to the dog?” Her voice was calm but her body shivering. “Or was he too busy getting his ass licked by all of you? I rather sleep out in the rain than ever be at your mercy again.”
“Another colourful story, Miss DeDraca.” Pure despise in her voice.
Elena rolled her eyes before grabbing her stuff from the floor. She was about passing the matron but not without bumping into her hard. Her sharp elbow probably causing a bruise.
“You can’t stop me from walking out of this shithole. But you remember one thing, mother. One day I will return and I will set fire to those walls. But more important, I will prove your little theory wrong.” Her voice had calmed down till it was nothing more than a whisper. “I am made for bigger things. And when I return you will not speak about the Lord having mercy on you -- but Elena DeDraca.”
On her way out she grabbed the rosary, ripping it off. The last thing she heard was all the little pearls falling to the ground.
MY DEMONS, YOUR DEMONS on/off camera
Some places never changed, neither did the feelings they gave you. No matter how many years passed, the sheer look of this building gave her the shivers. Only difference? She was grown up now and successful.
For pure amusement she crawled up the metal fence, jumping over it in a graceful manner. Elena had come back before but always kept her distance. It was some sort of bravery that brought her this close today. The garden of the orphanage was still wide and depressing. Like in a distant memory she sunk down behind the huge tree. Inhaling the atmosphere.
“If you wanna experience true greatness, you have to go back to your roots. And for so long I didn’t have anything that could be considered that. I was an orphan without anything to look back at. To a degree feeling sorry for that young girl that still lived somewhere deep inside of me. The one that couldn’t make friends. The girl that never did fit in. Doubting herself more than anyone else could. And make no mistake, even with all the success I had in the past -- I still feel that doubt.”
She cracked her knuckles.
“Not as loud. Not as aggressive -- but it will always be there. Do you think I was the safe bet when it came to that fatal four way? I don’t think so. Which was exactly what added that last bit of motivation I needed. I stomped through three other individuals that have been part of Union Battleground for way longer. That had made a name for themselves. New company, same game. I will not belittle any of them, but there is nothing to praise either. I am your War Horse Champion and that rightfully.”
Elena felt a little smile spread on her face, but her eyes looked stoic towards the camera.
“Was I lucky? Was I just at the right place at the right time? Maybe. But my feeling tell me something different. I was that force of nature that no one saw coming. And with that being said, there is another force in the wakening. Malcolm Dred- King. What a fitting name, darling. But you know what they say: The King is dead, long live the Queen. Have I heard of you? Yes. Who in Union Battleground hasn’t? Probably for different reasons. You are a tough cookie, yet you had vanished for quite some time. I will not question your reasons, motives or problems. But, and please do not take that personal, I couldn’t care less. You don’t create any excitement in me. And isn’t that what we are here for? To light that spark that makes us go harder than the rest?”
For a moment her focus had shifted towards the grey building. She watched the younger kids marching in, like good soldiers. What she spotted next almost took her breath away. The matron. Elena took a deep breath, calming the rage that obviously wanted to take over.
“But there is a time and place for everything, Malcolm. I hate to be the one shattering your epic return, but I am sure you understand. Maybe you are a legend to some of those people, but that doesn’t change a thing for me. You are just another name on an endless list. I have given my everything to win this title and that leaves you with a problem. One to add to the 99 ones you already have. I protect what is mine. I fight for what belongs to me. And if that means sending you back into the great wide open, so be it. You might have some sort of talent, but so do plenty of other people. What about passion? What about bite? I am aware I said that before, but you hardly will find anyone working as hard as me. Maybe cause I haven’t been given shit in my life. Or maybe I am just the kind of cunt that likes to rain on your parade. Everything is possible, darling.”
With a loud noise the entrance door was shut. Her eyes would wander there again, shaking her head.
“I don’t say I am unbeatable, but I will make it as hard as possible. Always. If I am going to hell, Malcolm, you are coming with me. I invite you to a dance where every step is a surprise. Veteran. Rookie. Bozo the Clown. It doesn’t make a difference. This is my battlefield and therefore I will come at you with all I got. No regrets.”
She had stood up, her eyes one last time falling towards the orphanage.
“I got my demons. You got yours. But I promise you this, mine will slaughter yours with a bright smile. You are welcome.”
