Sixth Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Sixth Match
NCW Siren’s Championship
Buried Alive Match
Denise De’Vil vs Anna Raven Jade

RP Limit: 2 RP's per person
Deadline: 11/24/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 11/27/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[Apocalypse]

Anna can be seen flitting about her home. She is actually acting surprisingly normal compared to her normal self. Anna is alone in the room, and her focus is Christmas decorations. She dances around the room, and when she spins we can see on one hip she has a little girl. She steps up onto a platform and hangs a strand of garland over the mantle. She drops swiftly, and softly from the thing she was standing on then just as quickly she is back up on something else. This continues for about twenty minutes, and the room looks very impressive. She lightly comes to rest on the nearest couch and smiles looking down at the girl on her arm.



Anna: "Hey you beautiful angel girl. Momma is so happy to have you in her life. My little Chloe Sofia without you I don't know what I would do with myself. You help me fight the darkness that grows inside of me."



Anna grabs a tiny sandwich off of the table in front of her, and holds it up to Chloe Sofia. She takes it and bites into it carefully.



Chloe Sofia: "Sank ou Mama."



Anna hugs her daughter close, just then in walk Calypso and Lachlan. Anna looks down at Chloe Sofia.



Anna: "Ok sweet angel, Momma's gotta go do some stuff for work."



Anna hands Chloe Sofia off to Calypso who chuckles.



Chloe Sofia: "Otay Mama, has fun."



Anna gets up and walks down the hall she gets to a door with a red light on it. She pushes the button below the light and after a few moments it turns green. She opens the door and slips inside. Once the door is closed the light again turns red. Anna swiftly with catlike grace flows down the stairs and drifts down the hall to an open door. Beyond the door can been seen Ambros.



Containment




Ambros jerks away and blinks trying to get his eyes to adjust. The shaking from the drugs finally stopped as he wondered why all he saw was darkness his hands brushed against the cold, rough, hard concrete floor and only a few feet away hit what could be a wall. He stands running his hand against the bars of a cage as he tries to stand he smacks the back of his head on the low ceiling. He is forced to be hunched over. He sat down trying to remain calm. He found he disliked being contained.



Ambros: "Maybe I am developing claustrophobia…."



His voice sounded like thunder in the dark tightly cramped space. He tried to slow his breathing and remain calm. He hated being trapped and made to feel useless.



Ambros: "I should conserve my energy…
"


Ambros curled up on the cold floor at first unsure if he had closed his eyes at all. His breathing slowing. Anna walks over to him, she grins and all semblance of the kinder gentler Mother we met earlier is gone.



Anna: "Ambros, oh Nocturne are you with us?"



The scene fades.



Scene Two: Decent Into Despair.



The Whipping






The door bursts open and Ambros jerks awake and tries to kip up forgetting where he was and banging his head on the low ceiling as figures rush and and lay with with various strikes and blows until they can restrain him. They drag him out and use coarse ropes to bind his wrists, He struggled and then felt the hot burning sting of leather ripping at the flesh on his back. Leaving an angry welt. Again and again the blows landed. He tried to focus his thoughts on Denise and hoping she was safe trying to focus and block out the whipping. He felt the strikes decrease and slow. He felt better outlasting his tormentor. Then the whip struck with renewed vigor and a new style. They had several floggers who would rotate. They whipped until his wrists turned purple and his back was bloody and raw. They whipped him until his head hung low and his eyes drooped. Dragging the barely conscious Ambros and tossing him back into his pitch black cell.



Elsewhere, Anna is back with little Chloe Sofia. Anna is sitting in a car with Chloe Sofia they are driving in a crowded parking lot. Finally after what seems like forever she finds a spot and after parking Anna walks around and removes Chloe Sofia. She holds her in her arms as she walks across the parking lot. A few people recognize her, and some even come up to her an ask for autographs. She smiles and obliges then shuffles past them towards the entrance to the mall. Once inside she sees that Santa . . . the whole reason they are here is on break.



Back in the Darkness



Ambros was forced to lie on his chest his ass in the air because he couldn’t put pressure on his throbbing back. He doesn’t know how long he slept or even if it was sleep or unconsciousness. Has it been a day? A week? How much longer would he be stuck in this hole and in their clutches? The door opens and a big man dressed in red and white with a thick white beard and carrying a large sack stands in the doorway.



Santa: "Ho Ho Ho! I am here to save you, for being such a good boy. Come with me.
"


Ambros looks confused and wonders if he is drugged again or just went insane. He rubs his eyes a second and then slowly stands. Santa moves out of the doorway. Ambros moves past him.



Santa: "Anna says you will be a good boy."



Ambros: "Anna? I thought Denise sent you.
"


Santa: "Why would she? She doesn’t love you. She has moved on."



Ambros: "You Lie!
"


Santa: "Santa would never lie!
"


Ambros: "I know Denise and you can tell Anna to go get terked by a syphilitic gorilla.
"


Ambros turns to walk away.



Santa: "Anna is for good boys. You are naughty… naughty…
"


Santa reaches into his sack and pulls out a shovel and nails Ambros in the back of the head dropping him to the concrete floor.



Back at the mall, Anna and Chloe Sofia have decided to have some lunch, and their plates are almost empty once we rejoin them. A few minutes later and Santa is back in his chair. Anna takes Chloe Sofia up to get in line.



Waves of Torment



The sound of a key turning in the lock echoes in the darkness. He tries to stand he feels his fist connect with someone’s jaw before a big fist drove itself into his ribs and driving the air from his lungs. He might have vomited but he doesn’t remember the last time he was fed. They grabbed him and dragged him out of the cell. He then slammed him onto what felt like a wooden picnic table his eyes bleary and unfocused from the light. He felt steel clutch his ankles and wrists. Wrists still raw from the rope. Then a white cloth covered his face. Followed by a rush of water. They were waterboarding him. He tried to remain calm and control his breathing. To time when they would poor but it was different people and they each had different timing. He didn’t know who would pour next. He felt his heart race and his lungs constrict and contract trying to keep air fresh. He felt the fluid fill his lungs as the clench to try to force the water out. His mind racing and his heart thumping out of rhythm. Then the darkness swallowed him up.



Back into the World.



It was finally Chloe Sofia's turn to meet Santa. She runs up to him and jumped into his lap.



Santa: "Ho, Ho, Ho merry Christmas little Chloe Sofia."



Chloe Sofia was surprised that Santa knew her name, she smiles and hugs him. While Chloe Sofia is with Santa Anna walks over to an elf and pulls her aside.



Anna: "I'm sorry, but I have something I have to do real quick, could my daughter stay here with you guys for a few minutes?"



The elf chuckles.



Elf: "Sure, she seems rather well behaved."



Anna quickly walks down a hallway to a service alcove. Her face shifts and the evil demented Anna we have come to know has returned.



Anna: "Denise, I wonder just what is going through your mind right now. I mean knowing that we have Ambros. I truly hope that this doesn't break your spirits, or make you think any less of yourself for letting him remain in our care for as long as we have."



Anna chuckles and then moves further into the darkness.



Anna: "You know Denise, I can see why you chose Ambros. I mean somehow even with that knife scar, and his birthmark, that I'm sure you'd prefer remain unseen, and all the scars, and bruises he iis a beautiful specimen of a man."



Anna turns on her phone, and shows a video feed of Ambros in his cell. He is naked, and bleeding.



Anna: "Denise, imagine for a moment. Your husband is trapped somewhere, bald, and probably mentally shaken, and I bet all he can think about is how he is being buried by the mounting pressure of his mind to just give in, to break and do what needs to be done to make it all come to an end. I'm sure after November Reign you will be able to relate to the feelings of something crushing you, and dragging you down after our Buried Alive match. I will show the world that Denise De'Vil is a hack, and a fraud."



Anna walks back to Santa's Village, and picks up Chloe Sofia. She then exists the mall, once they are back on the road Chloe Sofia falls asleep almost immediately. Anna again shifts to her darker self as she drives.



Meanwhile . . .

In the white room.



Ambros opened his eyes and had to roll on his side and close them as it felt like daggers to his eyes. He was so used to the darkness the blinding white light bouncing off the white ceiling, floor, and walls was migraine inducing. He noticed he was dressed in pristine white as well. He rolled off the white mattress and landed on the white floor. The glaring white causing vertigo and disorientation. He looked and saw a polished white room with an unblemished white tray and on it various foods all white. A glass of white milk in a clear glass taunted him and his burned dry throat. He crawled to the chair his hands shaking he almost knocked over the glass before clutching it in both hands and gulping it down. Then he heard the lock being unlocked he stood his eyes slitted against the light and pain but he was ready to fight. Then came his captors dressed in luminescent white head to toe. He struck one and then the second but then they overwhelmed him. His blows not as strong, fast, or precise as they once were. They dragged him away.



Anna: "Denise, how does it feel to know that for the first few days he would call out your name? Beg for you to forgive him, scream that he still loves you? Then it was pleas to his sister Katsa. Crying that he wasn't strong enough to sav her. He actually said he wasn't worthy of the love either of you have given him."



She Pulls into the driveway of her home, and Calypso comes out with Lachlan and they grab Chloe Sofia, along with the few packages Anna bought while they were out. Anna goes immediately to the torture chamber.



Anna: "Denise, eventually he would cry out for any respite. He quickly learned that i am the only respite for him to seek. Truthfully he doesn't call out for me as often as I would enjoy, but it is a start, and enough to know that he will be mine soon."



The Most Unkindest Cut



Ambros found himself strung up in a crucifix pose his wrists and ankles restrained by rope. A hood covered his face so he couldn’t see. He then felt a sharp clean cut open his flesh. The cut wasn’t so bad compared to what they have done before. Then came the burn. Salt? Alcohol? Iodine? Something washed over the wound and set it on fire. Then a second cut far from the other. Leg maybe? His head was swimming. Drugs? Pain? Sleep deprivation? Once more liquid fire burning the cut. Then another cut to the arm? Each cut surgical precision to miss veins and arteries and then the antiseptic that burned and kept the wound clean from infection. Another cut and another. Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? He lost count. Then the loss of blood started to make him woozy and sluggish. Once again darkness took hold of him.



Anna stood watching, she was enthralled by one man's work, and another man's suffering. Anna walks over to Ambros, and lightly runs her fingers over his chest, up his neck to his face.



Anna: "Dear dear, boy how much longer must you fight? You suffer needlessly."



Ambros tries to jerk away from her touch
.

Ambros: "Story of my life... but I'm too stupid to quit."



Anna: "Oh believe me you will quit. Just like Denise will quit, and then she will be burried alive . . . and to think she will be burried without ever hearing the sweetest of words from you ever again."



Ambros struggles against his bonds.



Ambros: "Denise will end you. She is the toughest person I ever met. She will beat you, find me, and free me."



Ambros stares at her defiantly. Anna smiles.



Anna: "Really? She hasn't found you yet, it doesn't seem she or anyone else has even looked for you. If she were as strong as you claim then she would have atleast tried by now."



Ambros: "...."



Ambros looks away before looking back.



Ambros: "It took us months to find my sister. She won't give up."



Anna takes his face in her hand.



Anna: "Remember Ambros, we have given our oath that we will save your sister from her current fate. However we will ONLY do this if you turn away from the people like Denise who poison you with thoughts of how great you are, instead of how great you could make the people around you."



Anna kisses one of his fresh cuts, then steps back so the torturer can resume his work.



Back in White



Ambros opened his eyes and immediately regretted it as stabbing light pierced his skull he was once again in the white room. He thought the darkness would swallow him but the pure white light was slicing his core. He looked at the white food and grabbed the glass and whipped it against the wall shattering it. He then flung the food and tray against the wall. He took a stance trying to focus on sound and close his eyes. The doors opened again this time he blindly lashed out with desperation a brutal kick sending the first into two others. He moved forward and struck one and then another but they rushed him and tackled him into the food and broken glass. The glass got into his flesh and congealed with milk and food. They grabbed his legs and dragged him across the floor before a massive white boot came down on his skull sending him back into the abyss.



Take a Breath



Ambros woke up once again blindfolded he was wondering what hell waited for him next. He was whipped and cut and nearly drowned. He felt coarse rope around his neck. He felt cold concrete against the various welts and cuts on his back. Suddenly the rope starts to tighten as he feels the rope start to get pulled taut. He then realized his hands were bound behind his back for a change. He is pulled to his feet by the rope around his neck. It then slowly lifts him to the tips of his toes. Then keeping him balanced precariously on his toes as the rope cuts off his breath. He flails and kicks and tries to break the ropes. He felt drool and spittle pool from his mouth and dribble down his chin. He felt his eyes start to roll back into his head as his body droops limply against the rope. Anna dances around Ambros taking pictures of him, and small video clips of his wounds. She quickly sends them to Denise to see just how the woman feels about the events that are befalling her husband.



White Room with White Curtains



Ambros wakes up again to the agonizing white light. How he has grown to loathe such color. So pristine. He pushed himself to his feet and glared as the raw wound on his hip and dug a finger in until it was coated with blood he then began to smear blood on the wall a bright crimson “Fuck You” to his captors he smiled in defiance. They think they will break him. They don’t know who they are fucking with. He is Ambros Nocturne and he will not be beaten. The door opens and he holds his arms out not fighting but then begins to laugh a taunting maniacal laugh as they grab him and drag him out of the room.



Some like it Hot



Ambros finds himself once again strapped to a table but this time a mask covers his face. He feels ice cold liquid saturate his body. He shivers against his will. He feels something akin to paintbrushes wiping the cold liquid and spreading it like a marinade across him like he was a glazed ham. Little did he realize how close to the truth that thought was. Until the burning started. Liquid fire ran up and down his liquid coated flesh as he screamed into the mask and flailed against the fire. He twisted and jerked and lashed out. At one point he dislocated his shoulder but didn’t realize the pain due to the panic flooding his mind against the fire on his flesh. Until his mind shut down and all went black.



The White Room Redux

Ambros sits up his skull throbbing his body aching. His throat dry and on fire. He looked around his white hell. He saw the walls pristine and flawless. The white chairs and white table and white food. But something was different. Beside the milk was a glass of apple juice. He carefully reached out and clasped the glass. And lifted it. He saw a small post it note. Delicate writing. “Please drink this. Let the stain against the white help keep your strength. Let the cold refreshing juice quench the fiery agony.” Ambros stared at it and dipped a finger into the drink and tasted it. So cool and sweet against he wracked and parched throat he downed the juice in seconds. Before once again his little oasis was interrupted once again by his tormentors. The first that enters got a glass to the face the second ate a tray but once again sheer numbers overwhelmed him and took him to the floor.



Sitting in an Angry Chair



Ambros is dragged to a thick heavy wooden chair. He is strapped in. He is fitted with a strange metal device on his head and then a pair of metal nipple clamps on his nipples. He looks around confused until he starts to shake and sputter and foam from the mouth as volts of electricity rush through his body. Muscles tensing threatening to tear. Bones shaking about ready to quake apart. Then the electricity is gone and he slumps but as he tries to take a breath another rush of electricity rushes through him causing him to flail and shake. They turn it on and off repeatedly until his head hung low and his chest covered in spittle and foam.



Anna: "Well, Mister Nocturn. Do you really think you can outlast our little games? I mean seriously, we don't have to break you in one week, or even a month. We will, but we don't have to."



Anna waves her hand over his head, and runs her fingers down his cheek and neck.



Anna: "Forces of darkness, and pain and hollow. This man's strength, and will I offer . . . yours to swallow."



Anna takes more pictures and sends them off, then she sits and rocks back and forth slightly.



Anna: "Ambros, creatures like us we've known the darkness. We've known the kiss of it's cold calculated despair. What can Denise say about such things? People like us, the Doll and the Nightbringer we need others who have suffered, we need others as dark as ourselves. Denise is someone who represents all the cute, bright, shining things devoid in our world."



Anna turns away from him.



Anna: "Denise, I have an offer I am willing to extend to you. If you force this match, then I will rain down a hell unlike any seen before, and unmatched by anything to follow it. However if you just walk away then I will permit you to live without the stain of destruction, fear and desolation which is certain to follow you win or lose this Sunday."



Back in darkness.



Ambros wasn’t sure if he was dead until the pain kicked in. Then he wondered if he was blind. He felt the coarse floor and walls and debated sighing in relief or frustration. He was back in the pitch dark room. He wasn’t sure if the dark silence was better, worse, or just as bad as the white room. Time has long fled any meaning from him. Was he here for days? Weeks? Months? Has Denise given up on him? Has everyone? What is the point of fighting anymore? He sat in darkness just waiting for whatever next hell they want to put him through. Should he surrender? No! He shook his head. It could have been just a few days. It took months to find Katsa and they didn’t give up. He struggles to stand his legs weak and wobbly as the door opens. He gives a feeble swing before his legs buckle and he falls into the arms of his captors as they drag him away.



Tooth and nail



Ambros is jerked awake by a solid open handed slap across his face stinging his cheek he blinks eyes barely able to focus as everything is fuzzy. His head is jerked back and something tasting of metal is rammed into his mouth. He hears bone snapping and a wet sticky tearing sound. Then the flood of blood fills his mouth. His eyes open and a bloody tooth sits on a tray. He is then backhanded. He tries to fight back but his hands are restrained. He then looks at his torturer armed with pliers as they slowly move down towards his pinky. It grips the nail and expertly and painfully rips the pinkie nail out as blood seeps out. Ambros’ eyes water and everything looks wet like trying to see in a lake during a hurricane. Then another rip as another nail lands next to his first and his tooth. He bit his lip drawing blood trying to remain conscious. He tried thinking of Denise before then next agonizing rip. His fingertips felt like they were soaking in acid. His nerves hyper-sensitive and the little bit of air that brushes against them made him want to hide the exposed finger tips in his mouth to soothe the fire. As the last fingernail hit the tray he sighed that finally that hell is over. Until his chest was struck by a cattle prod nearly sending him into cardiac arrest and back into the dark hell of his subconscious.



Anna laughed and smiled as Ambros was torn and shredded by the torturer. She seemed truthfully pleased to see him a broken nearly shattered man.



Anna: "N.C.W. this man's suffering, his blood it is as much on your hands as it is Denise' If you hadn't made this match, then Ambros wouldn't be here a guest of our facility, and he wouldn't be on the verge of giving into despair and agony. Believe me when I say that you deserve suffer just as much as De'vil."



Burning Desire



Ambros felt something cold and soothing pour down his throat his eyes open and he is still strapped to the hellish chair. His fingertips burned his jaw ached and every nerve ending was begging for death. He felt weight on his lap like a small person. Soft hands on his chest and neck. He hears speaking but the pain is so all consuming he can’t make out the words.



Anna: "Oh my poor poor boy. I fear that you haven't allowed yourself sufficient time or wonder to see the truth behind our world. You need to see the darkness behind your eyes, to see and delight in the darkness within the world."



Anna leans in her lips frosted over with an icy gloss, not very dissimilar to Killer Frost from the Flash T.V. series. After a moment she kisses Ambros, then she swiftly dances back from him as the torturer steps forward.



The next thing he felt was his flesh being seared and the smell of cooked meat filling his nose. He struggles against his bindings before being overwhelmed with agony and blacking out again.



Ambros blinked but continued to only see darkness. His body ached and his flesh throbbed from searing his flesh suffered. His fingers throbbed. He wasn't sure but he might be sick from infection. Darkness and agony is all he has known. He can’t even remember if he has actually slept or just blacked out. His stomach clenched He wasn’t sure if he was sick, hungry, or in hell. The sound of keys in the lock can be heard he tried to fight his way to his feet but a boot to the side of his head and was on the floor again.



Diving in deep

He felt himself being held upright by his arms. He felt a hand on the back of his head and suddenly he felt a rush of icy water fill his nose and lungs. He struggled against the hands holding him underwater as bubbles rush to the surface and then everything goes cold as his body slumps in the water.



The Forsaken march out two by two carrying the limp form of Ambros. He was cleaned up and dressed in funeral clothes and face covered in a death shawl. They carry him to a wooden coffin next to a whole of freshly dug soil. They carefully placed him into the box and close the lid. Then they begin to hammer nails into the box securing it shut.



Vargas: "We lay to rest a soul that once sought to obstruct our path of glory. Taken by the Hands the strangle the world and punished. His body broken, mind crushed, and soul shattered. We offer Ambros Nocturne as water to the dark powers to grow and strengthen and guide us to the next step of Armageddon."



As Vargas is speaking Anna walks up almost trance-like and runs her hand along the casket.



They then lift the wooden box and carefully almost respectfully lower it into the pit and then all seven grab shovels and begin filling it in. The scene fades out with a haunting laughter.

[thedeathbringer]

Act 1: Loneliness

“The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
Unknown



The scene opens on a tall hospital where Katsa was located The night had come on fast, but the bright lights of the hospital glowed against the night. The camera soon shows the interior of the hospital where the white walls glistened in the bright lights over head and the polished floors seemed to cast the reflections of those that made their way along the hallways. The smell of bleach, and other cleaning products filled the air, and the sounds of beeping machines, or gentle voices coming from behind closed doors could be heard. The nurses made their rounds before heading back to their stations to monitor their patients. A set of bronze colored elevator doors soon open and out steps Denise De'Vil. She carries a dozen white roses, in hand and moves past the desk as her spurs click against the polished floor. As she enters the darkened room of Katsa the curtains drawn closed and the lights turned off only the little bit of illumination of the machines she is hooked up to cast any light. The rhythmic beeping of the machines fill the room. A dark pall of oppressive sadness fills the room. Katsa's abdomen showing signs of life growing inside of her as she lays motionless her mouth and nose and veins filled with tubes to give her water, nutrients, medicine and oxygen to keep her and her unborn child living. Even in the darkness one corner seems to swallow the darkness like an endless void with two deep black orbs like polished onyx shine in the dark. Denise looks at the corner and sets the roses down before drawing the silver blade from her side and seems to move in a flash toward the black orbs. The figure stares at her unblinkingly. A voice erupts from the darkness with condescension and arrogance.

Voice: Please, put that pig sticker away, it doesn't scare me, and it doesn't show anything but an easily exploitable temper for you.

The voice belonged to Alexander Morfynn. The third triple of Ambros and Katsa. The cruel and sinister evil triplet. While Katsa may be unpredictable and a bit crazy she also had love in her heart. Something missing of this Morfrynn child. He stood to his towering 7'1". Peering down at the unintimidated Denise. He uses a finger to push her blade away from his throat.

Dark Nexus: Your little psycho pixie witch friend has cast a binding on me to protect my sister and her unborn brat.

Denise slowly pulls the blade away keeping her eye on Dark Nexus.

Denise: Really? The great and powerful Dark Nexus taken down and bound by the Pixie? Forgive me if I don't laugh...

Dark Nexus: The greater one's powers the greater the laws can be exploited by lesser beings.

Denise sighs, and sits on the edge of Katsa's bed, watching the machines breath for her.

Denise: Can you give me a few minutes?

Dark Nexus raises a questioning brow.

Dark Nexus: I suppose you are harmless... to her.....

Denise: Get out...

Dark Nexus smirks and starts to exit.

Dark Nexus: I'll go speak with my dear brother. I doubt he would be far from your side.

He then closes the door before she can reply. She goes to throw something at the door, but catches herself turning to Katsa.

Denise: I'm sorry I haven't been here to see you more often... I've been busy. Katsa I did something stupid, and I don't what to do. I let someone take Ambros! And they are... They are trying to break him. To use him against me... If you were here I know you would go on about something that we could do to get him back and I would drift in and out but I would agree with it just to have him back in my arms. We found you... But even then we were to late....

She looks down at the floor, and sighs.

Denise: And that is what I am afraid of. I'm to late...

The only reply in the almost silent room is the machine checking her pulse beeping and then the hiss of the machine pumping oxygen into her lungs. Denise sighs, fighting back tears that had now threatened to fall.

Denise: I wish you were here to tell me that I can get through this, and that we'll get him back. That you will help me, no matter what condition you were in.

A soft knock taps at the door. She looks up at the door, putting her hand on the blade at her side.

Denise: Come in.

The door opens and a young man in a white doctor's coat enters his blond hair unruly but clean as if it had a mind of it's own. His jade colored eyes similar to Katsa and Ambros but more almond shape. He seemed very young too young to be a doctor. This was the half brother of Ambros and Katsa. Miyamoto Honda Morfrynn. Miho for short by family. He saw Denise and bowed to her politely.

Miho: I am sorry for interrupting.

Denise: No it's fine. How is she Miho?

Miho: She is as fine as to be expected. The baby is growing. I hoped to have seen your brother. Perhaps he has been busy. I worry he might be having dark thoughts of self doubt. As I sense you yourself are having similar thoughts.

Denise looks at him.

Denise Dread is Dread.... He's going through something that I can't even figure out. Me... I'm... I'm fine...

Miho: Ambros is a fighter, Dark nexus got a portion of the dark energies from our father. Katsa got her mothers succubus abilities. I got empathy and a bit of a psychic shine. I am a doctor. I am here to help. Especially family.

Denise: I'm not sure if you can help me Miho.

Miho: We can only try.

Denise sighs.

Denise: Miho if you can help me then do so... I need to find him. I can't let this family down again.

Miho: You've never let this family down. You saved my father, and my sister. You will save my brother as well. They can hurt our bodies, poison our minds but in the end we heal we survive we grow stronger. It is the Morfrynn way. Just don't give up on him. I will do what I can to find him. I will do what I can to keep healing Katsa. But you also need healing of the mind and heart. If you need to talk or vent I am here for you.

Denise gets to her feet, and heads toward the door.

Denise: Thank you Miho.

Miho: He loves you and always will. Ignore the shadows and lies of those shadows. Trust your heart. And feel free to stab Alex he won't die but he needs to be stabbed on occasion for everyone else's good.

Denise nods and walks out of the room. She turns to Alex as he goes to say something but she hits him with a hard right punch sending him to the floor. She smirks and walks off as the scene fades to black.



Act 2: Not a Good Time...


The scene opens on the long hallway that lead away from Katsa's room and toward the elevator. The sound of machines were now muffled, but the smell of cleaning products, seem to drift on the air. We see Denise standing in front of the bronze elevator door watching the numbers coming up. The doors soon open and she steps inside and presses the button for the lobby. She leans against the back of the car and sighs watching the doors close.

Denise: Anna do you realize what you have started? You took something from me that is very special and trust me I will get him back. And when I do there will be hell to pay. You haven't broken me, and you're not going to... Ambros is stronger than you think, and no matter what you put him through my love is always with him.  As for our match you are walking into something that you have never experienced before. You don't have any experience in the ring or very little. I beat you once before and I plan on doing it again and sending a message to the rest of the fools that claim to be the best of the best.

The elevator doors open and in steps a rather nicely dressed man. Denise looks at him and then back down at the floor. The doors close once again, and she sighs.

Denise: This is not a good time.

Man: Why? No one has been able to put an end to you. But that's where your time ends and mine begins.

Denise smirks and looks up at the numbers.

Denise: We can't do it here... Lets go to the roof.

He nods, as the doors open to the lobby. Neither one step out, and Denise presses the button for the top floor. The doors close once again, as Denise watches the numbers go up.

Denise: (Voice Over) Anna do you really think you are ready for what is about to happen to you? I mean think about it. You've only had one match against me, and you failed the first time. Since then I have managed to make it through the champion run, and now I'm in the last few. I've taken down every opponent that has been thrown against me since I started in this business, and you have yet to even prove yourself. You are not champion material by any means. I'm not backing down from this fight. And yes I am worried about Ambros, and I know what he can take before he will break, but even you don't have what it takes to do it. I've seen him fight through it all. He knows I love him, and will fight to the bitter end for him. As he would for me. When this match is done Anna I will have him in my arms again, and you will be left with nothing... Then what will you say? Where did you go wrong? Why couldn't I beat her? Then you'll turn to your little friends and cry into the arms that you were beaten by the Deathbringer. She let me live! Is what you'll say. And you'll be lucky I leave you that way in the end after what you have done.

They soon reach the upper most floor, and head for a door with the words" STAFF ONLY" written on it. Denise sighs, and knocks the small lock off of it, and they head through it. They both walk up the long flight of stairs, and soon the reach the roof. Denise pushes the door open and they step through. It slams behind them, as the sound of wind moves around them.

Denise: Lets make this quick. I have somewhere to be.

Man: Really? That's not I heard.

Denise's eyes flash red, before she pulls the long silver blade from her side. The man rushes at her, but she blocks his blade with a quick move causing sparks to come from the blades as they connect. Denise pushes back, and he stumbles slightly, but goes to rush at her again. She side steps him and hits him with a roundhouse kick sending him into one of the heating units hitting his back.

Denise: Is that all you have?

Denise moves toward him, with blade in front of her. He pushes her back, and jumps up onto the heating unit. He kicks Denise in the face and sends her reeling to the ground. He leaps down, and laughs as he puts his blade at her throat.

Man: I could take your head right now. And they would treat me like a king! The Deathbringer would finally be brought down!

Denise: More would come at you and your luck would run out sooner than you think.

He laughs as he plunges his blade into her shoulder, as she cringes in pain. He soon pulls the blade back, and steps back, and goes to raise his blade only to have Denise plunge her blade into hi chest. He staggers back, as she gets to her feet.

Denise: (Voice Over) Anna do you realize what I have been through? I fight for my life each and every day, and now you think you're going to put an end to me? I'm going to fight you tooth and nail before I give up. I will put you through hell and back, and make you wish you were dead. I've seen the darkness within humans and the chaos they can cause. You are nothing but human, and can bleed, and eventually die. Me... I will outlast you all. When you are gone, no one will remember you, but I will remain. I will never get old, I will never die, I will always be here and continue on in companies just like this one. You see in the end Anna you will be placed in that casket, and buried alive. Trust me I will take such great joy in finishing you and taking my man back, and leave you with nothing.

She goes for a strong swing but he blocks it knowing that she was now aiming for his head. he smirks as she tries to catch her breath.

Man: Nice move.

Denise: I'm not done yet! 

She runs and leaps into the air and lands behind him, as a flash from her blade is seen. Something thudding to the ground is heard, as the clouds start to roll over head, as thunder and lighting flashes through the sky. The wind picks up, as the lighting hits Denise causing her to drop her sword to the ground with a loud clang as it hit against the edge o the heating unit on the roof. She drops to her knees as another round of lighting hits her. She finally hits the ground as the world goes dark around her, as the scene fades to black.

Act 3: Family is that all matters

The scene reopens on a familiar home. It was the one that she shared with Ambros. the old Victorian seemed older now, and seemed to be filled with sadness where once love and happiness could be found. The camera moves to the interior where the once Christmas ready display would be was cold and dark. The fire in the fire place had died out as the cold air started to form once again, and all that is seen is Denise sitting in front of the fire place in a high backed chair. She had been attacked on the way back by another like herself, and managed to live once again. A glass of red wine sat on the small table beside her, untouched, and in her and was a photograph of her and Ambros. The sound of shadowy feathers can be heard in the dark corners of the room. A voice of power and dignity can be heard.

Voice: Dear Daughter, may I fully manifest?

Denise doesn't turn, but leans forward and sighs.

Denise: Yes.

As the shadows swirl and take the form of Darkson. The father of Ambros, Katsa, Dark Nexus, and Miho.

Darkson: How are you holding up?

Denise: I'm fine...

Darkson: You do not need to be strong for me. I understand that hook in your stomach twisting with dread, guilt, and fear. Blaming yourself for something that is not your fault.

Denise gets to her feet, and folds her arms in front of her.

Denise: Yeah it is. I mean if I had just given her what she wanted the first time.... Maybe... No, he WOULD be here with me! They have him, and I have no clue where he is. They have done horrible things to him and... and...

She finally breaks down, and falls to her knees. The once powerful Deathbringer, a woman that had been through it all finally broke. Darkson the often aloof specter kneels beside her placing a hand on her.

Darkson: If you gave in, their is no assurance that they would not have done this anyways. To surrender without a fight would only enable them to attack, kidnap, and harm others. They chose the wrong family to attack. When I was being controlled did Ice Queen give up on me?

She looks up at him with tears still falling.

Denise: No... She fought for you... Ive let Ambros slip through my hands at least half a dozen times... I don't even know why you are not upset with me. I've tried to protect him from the threats that come at me. Whether they are after me or anyone else for that matter. He's stood by me, and I him...

Darkson: You didn't give up when Katsa was taken. You didn't give up on Ambros when his own inner demons took him Trust me the inner demons are the hardest to fend off. Apocalypse may have an army. But you have a family.

She wipes away her tears and starts to get to her feet. She staggers a little bit, but catches herself.

Denise: I know.... I don't plan on giving up.  I think it was just everything at once, you know...

Darkson:I know all too well. We are here for you. You are never alone.

Denise: After being alone for so long it's hard to get use to that idea. I've dealt with lot on my own, and now... I have someone to stand with. The Darkside has always been family as well as far back as I can remember.

Darkson: Ice Queen, Hex Girl, Thor, Miho, and I will help whenever you need it.

Denise: Thank you. I know what I have to do. But I know that they will try and play the numbers game or something to keep me distracted.

Darkson: We will keep the Forsaken busy

Denise: Good. I'll need all the help I can get. I might have to make a phone call... I know there are a few others that might want in.

Darkson: We may be the being spawned of Shadows but it is not blood that makes one evil but actions. We often try to keep a sense of honor something Apocalypse knows nothing about. So we shall teach them wrath and misery.

Denise: I'll bring him home, and they will pay for what they've done. They will never take what is mine.

Darkson: I know that to be true. But if you ever doubt ask Venus and Hex Girl.

Denise: I will. I think I need to get some air...

Darkson: Understandable. Goode eve. Daughter.

Darkson melts back into the darkness and vanishes into the darkness leaving Denise alone once again. She looks down at the fireplace and turns grabbing her leather jacket off of the hook by the door. She walks out into the night, and down the stairs, towards a black mustang that sat at the bottom. She opens the door and gets in, as it seems to roar to life. The car soon pulls away, and heads off into the night. The scene soon reopens on somewhere in New York city. The long stretch of road, was empty except for a handful of cars of all different makes. The black mustang soon pulls up and Denise steps out looking around at the other cars.

Denise: (Voice Over) Anna I know that you're going to try to come at me with everything that you have, but we know it's not going to be enough to stop me. I've let my emotions control me, but no more. I can be impulsive and let my anger rage but what's the point? I have to be focused in this match to show you that I am a force that cannot be defeated. In total I have held my title for over 2 years and you have yet to prove yourself in this company and show any sign of true potential. I know you will have people to help you but so will I. My family is with me, and always will be. I should have seen that all this time. Family will always be stronger than what you can throw at me. I plan on destroying you, and then moving right on to the rest of them. If you think you have what it takes to stop me then bring everything that you have into the middle of that cemetery and try to take my title, my hope, and my revenge from me. My love is strong enough to get me through this match, and when all is said and done you will be left with nothing and buried 6 feet under. The Deathbringer comes and she comes for thee. See you soon Anna, and good luck, you're going to need it.

She laughs as she whistles, and a young man comes toward her. She tosses him a wad of bills and smirks walking off back toward the black mustang, and gets in. The car roars to life. The cars that were lined up soon take off and disappear into the night as the scene fades to black.