Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 12:58:39 GMT -5
In an unknown and dimly light area, we see Kat sitting in a dark, throne like chair, sitting back and leaning her head on her arm, staring at the wall in front of her intently. With a look of disdain on her face, she gets up from the throne and approaches the wall, tearing off a small picture, which is revealed to be of Tia Brooks. She throws it to the side, looking in the opposite direction.
"You don't matter. No point in dealing with you...yet."
Her attention then turns to another tiny photoon the wall, this one being of Morgan Davis. She approaches it and slams her hand on the wall. Leaning forward, her forehead rests on the top of the picture. She rolls her eyes and lets out a grunt as she speaks to it.
"You never liked me, Morgan. Before we ever spoke, you thought I was a complete psycho, and even when we first met, you stared at me like I was going to pull a knife out and stab you. Even when you pretended to like me as your "oh so beloved friend" you would still treat me like a freak, calling me a bitch every two seconds. Hell, when I finally saw the light and stood on my own, you didn't even try to convince me to go back to pretending to be a "good girl", you just clocked me in the jaw at the first chance you got."
Taking a moment to rub her chin, Kat smirks and chuckles before looking back to the photo, licking her lips and sliding her arm across her forehead like her namesake.
"I bet you've been wanting to do that since we first talked huh, Peachy? I know why you've always hated me though. Tia, Mariah, they're like you. Mainstream, willing to wear dresses, heels, act flirty and all that stuff. Then you got me, some tomboy in baggy pants and baseball shirts with messy hair. You hate me because I'm...not. Like. You. Call me a crazy lesbian all you like, but in the end, I'm not the one who spent her time before joining this place taking her clothes off as a profession. And when it's just us in the ring. We both get what we want. You get your hands on me, and I get to show why I'm the Blackheart. By standing over your cold corpse..."
After taking a few steps back, Kat tears Morgan's picture off from the wall, throwing it to the floor in front of her, where she spits on it. She then looks up above where she had torn off the previous pictures, revealing a much larger picture of herself and Mariah hugging. Staring at it for a moment, Kat almost looks emotional before reaching into her back pocket and taking out a lighter and turning it on at the bottom of the massive frame, causing it to burn. As the fire causes it to drop and fall, burning in front of her, Kat watches with a pained expression and a tear down her eye.
"It didn't have to be this way. But you made it so..."
"You don't matter. No point in dealing with you...yet."
Her attention then turns to another tiny photoon the wall, this one being of Morgan Davis. She approaches it and slams her hand on the wall. Leaning forward, her forehead rests on the top of the picture. She rolls her eyes and lets out a grunt as she speaks to it.
"You never liked me, Morgan. Before we ever spoke, you thought I was a complete psycho, and even when we first met, you stared at me like I was going to pull a knife out and stab you. Even when you pretended to like me as your "oh so beloved friend" you would still treat me like a freak, calling me a bitch every two seconds. Hell, when I finally saw the light and stood on my own, you didn't even try to convince me to go back to pretending to be a "good girl", you just clocked me in the jaw at the first chance you got."
Taking a moment to rub her chin, Kat smirks and chuckles before looking back to the photo, licking her lips and sliding her arm across her forehead like her namesake.
"I bet you've been wanting to do that since we first talked huh, Peachy? I know why you've always hated me though. Tia, Mariah, they're like you. Mainstream, willing to wear dresses, heels, act flirty and all that stuff. Then you got me, some tomboy in baggy pants and baseball shirts with messy hair. You hate me because I'm...not. Like. You. Call me a crazy lesbian all you like, but in the end, I'm not the one who spent her time before joining this place taking her clothes off as a profession. And when it's just us in the ring. We both get what we want. You get your hands on me, and I get to show why I'm the Blackheart. By standing over your cold corpse..."
After taking a few steps back, Kat tears Morgan's picture off from the wall, throwing it to the floor in front of her, where she spits on it. She then looks up above where she had torn off the previous pictures, revealing a much larger picture of herself and Mariah hugging. Staring at it for a moment, Kat almost looks emotional before reaching into her back pocket and taking out a lighter and turning it on at the bottom of the massive frame, causing it to burn. As the fire causes it to drop and fall, burning in front of her, Kat watches with a pained expression and a tear down her eye.
"It didn't have to be this way. But you made it so..."