Post by codeapathy on Apr 13, 2020 19:50:11 GMT -5
You fall asleep during foreplay
'Cause the pills you take are more your forte
You say that you love me
You won't remember in the morning
Katy Perry - Circle The Drain
++Drugs. There was a time that the business ran on them. You ever want to hear about what really goes on behind the curtain? Go to a convention or meet and greet and ask a veteran. We aren’t shy about telling the tales of snorting coke off hookers asses or licking molly off some groupies tits. Even I’m guilty of LSD blotters and blow jobs. The truth was drugs were still rampant in the business, just it became more casual and the trends had changed. Everyone was on weed. Prescription pills were still a favorite. Something xanny and some hash was a life saver. The truth was the suicide rates had gone down once recreational drug use became less taboo and more health concious. It didn’t erase the horror stories though. The bad trips. The deliberate lacing of blunts and mixing deadly concoctions. So many marriages ruined, families torn apart. Too many damn funerals to count. It always always in the back of my mind how the drugs affected me. And while using my resources and contacts to locate Eoin’s pops, the deeper I dug about the guy, the more I was reminded the dangers of drugs. I sat at my antique desk and rubbed my forehead. An old family friend Claus sat across from me, a fine imported cigar in his hand and a goblet of the finest French wine in the other. He was slouched in the chair, his pinstripe suit pants perfectly pressed. He was gay. His grandfather was an SS officer. I think he reveled in that fact. I leaned back in my high back chair and crossed my legs, casually moving a strand of hair from my face as I sat the documents down++
Elizabeth: As I was saying Claus, it is always a pleasure to do business with you. It has been quite awhile. I must thank you for your discretion in that matter with Russia and Thomas.
Claus: The pleasure is all mine, Fraulein. Your father is quite a favorable friend and an old one. Our families go back very far, yes. It would be an insult to your Father to deny you any request. You yourself are well respected. Have you found anything interested in what I have come to you with?
Elizabeth: Indeed. I believe I have found a few bits of info that will also be quite helpful to yourself. Certain things you may take back to your handlers. Some bargaining chips if you will?
Claus: Ah! Very pleasant news indeed. Your Father always said you had a knack for this sort of business. You so much remind me of my dearly departed mother. You have her tenacity, her wit and brains. Your DNA is indeed truly a masterpiece. Though, it makes me think how things between you and Thomas fell apart the way they did and his behavior in the end, so very strange. Dare I even ask you to enlighten me?
Elizabeth: Considering the work you did for me in the matter, I feel it is a justified request and only fair I put the cards on the table. Thomas and I were a very likely match. We just connected well together. Two of a similar mind. Similar goals and aspirations. At the start, we shared a love of drugs. He introduced me to other various forms of vices. The green fairy.
Claus: Absinthe. A very old but trusted vice indeed. Go on mine frauline.
Elizabeth: We were happy in our existence. But there was a great achievement that Thomas had on his shoulders. An heir. A child. My Father very heavily implied he wanted a true blooded heir to the family heritage. Thomas took this suggestion very seriously. I tried everything Claus. Fertility treatments, diet changes. I stopped the drugs and alcohol, went clean cold turkey. I put my heart and soul into giving him his greatest desire but...I finally found out that the problem wasn’t me. It was him. He was sterile. A very steep decline started. His drug use became more prevalent. He became more distant and cold. His trips went from a day or two, to a week, to two weeks then a month or so at a time. He had abandoned me. He couldn’t stand to look at me. He buried himself in drugs to hide his shame and disgust. Then the hatred grew. The very thought that I had Annicka enraged him. The thought I was able to conceive with George sickened him, turned his heart black. The last time I saw him alive, he backhanded me, shoved me against the wall, choked me until I almost passed out, restrained me, assaulted me one last time and then untied me, and left.
Claus: That was not a man. That was a monster. Those are heinous crimes by themself but to be done to yourself? I assume his drugs and steroid use put him in the sterile situation?
Elizabeth: Yes. The mix of heroin and steroids did him in. No fault of mine I was merely a bystander. The look in his eyes that night are burned into my memory. They were the eyes of a crazed and fevered animal. Thomas was not there. He was absent in those eyes. What existed was nothing short of a demi-god called straight from hell Claus. And the sound of his voice. That thick English accent, but so pronounced and each word delicately enunciated. It was not Thomas. It wasn’t until after he left that I found the cult paraphernalia and the dark satanic propaganda he had been hiding. I don’t know what he got in to Claus but whatever it was, consumed him. The memorial service that was held on the shores where that plane went down was not for Thomas. Thomas died a long time ago. That was a purification ritual to rid myself and the area of whatever dark entity Thomas had become.
Claus: I curse my people sometimes. Such brilliant minds that created such heinous destructive drugs. All in the name of the Fatherland. In the name of destiny. The stories I had heard of the human guinea pigs they used to get the formulas just right. Busting their skulls open on the walls, tearing their hair and eyes out. Such monstrosities.
Elizabeth: America is no less guilty. Using LSD to try and make super soldiers for Vietnam. I think every country is, at some point, guilty of such heinous and senseless crimes. But they could never have seen the long term effects of their genius and ideas. I doubt they could have ever predicted scientific discoveries like Meth and weaponizing LSD would snowball into a drug epidemic, but then again, money talks and the drug market and the making and selling of narcan has made a pretty penny. Discussion for another time, old friend. Much too late to be getting into a discussion of where scientific research ended and deliberate drug pushing began.
Claus: Indeed Fraulein. Shall I make it a future brunch date in Copenhagen or Berlin?
Elizabeth: Of course. Send me the details. We have quite a bit to catch up on. Again I thank you for this information and it has proven to be most useful. I am waiting on an encrypted message from my contact within the CIA to fill in the blanks. I won’t dare ask where you are off too next. I know the rules by now.
++Claus stood, careful to grab his suit jacket and fold it over his arm. He clapped his feet together, bowed respectfully. I knew that was a nod to his Grandfather. I smirked as he took his leave. As the door to my office closed, I returned to the file folders. Shifting through information. The air was balmy and the form fitting blouse I wore was beginning to cling to my skin. I leaned back and unbuttoned, revealing my white 1950’s style custom made bra. The air felt good finally hitting my chest. It took great effort and painstaking dedication to look this good. Again I sat the folders down and stood, moving towards the thermostat to turn the AC on. As the cold blast from the vents his my face and chest I let out a sigh and moan of sweet relief and satisfaction++
Elizabeth: It makes sense now. The erratic and sudden move to the states. The name change. Perfect sense. Even after going through such drastic measures, he still abandoned them. He was in so deep he literally left his life behind and started a new one. His old life, his old family was a hindrance. I don’t even know how to sit down and relay this to Mr. O’Rourke. Then again, this is what he wanted. He wanted answers and truth and I will provide it, he just may not like what he hears. Although I am certain right now he is a very confused man. Still so green he doesn’t quite get it that he’s being tested. Words sound good but I like to see my underlings in action. Saving him from that beating was little more than a professional courtesy. It was also a personal choice. Unfinished business if you will.
Alexis thought she could take advantage of a man with no allies. She lost, fair and square but such a weak woman she needed Maddox to help her handle her baggage. She just gets here and already she’s proven what she is. A cheap novelty. Can’t stand on her own two feet. Has to have a man hold her hand and clean up her mess. How fucking sickening. How in the hell am I supposed to take a Vampire seriously? Clearly someone just realized that True Blood and Twilight existed and thought “ooh that’s edgy, I’m gonna do that!”. She’s going to have second thoughts once I make her look at her busted face in the mirror. I mean just what the fuck...vampires? Next we’re going to have Warlocks and World of Warcraft cos-players. I’m over it…..
Then there’s King Quari. I feel like for all the hard work I am doing I am stuck in ameture hour with wet behind the ears upstarts and green as rabbit shit rookies that have about as much longevity in this business as a one legged man in an ass kicking contest. This is a new era for OPW, that much is certain, but it’s getting old being the welcoming committee for have nots, never wills and has beens. I mean seriously what the fuck did King Corny do to land himself in this match? And if this is the low end of the totem pole whose dick do I have to suck so I can move on from my back hurting so much from carrying these tools in matches? My coat tails are already heavy. My spine is bent from bending over backwards to prove myself and show that I’m a team player.
Patience. I know, patience. In the long run it will all pay off. The grand scheme of things is far more important. An opportunity is still an opportunity. Brand new title. A new page to possibly be written. It would benefit me to have my name attached to being the first to hold that strap. My history with the former and dearly departed belt was well known. This is an opportunity, despite how woefully underwhelming my opponents are, to begin again. Never lose focus. Keep your eye on the directive. It’s not that hard. After all these years you know that if you get too caught up in who your opponents are or what they think they are, you will end up distracted.
++I leaned against the wall, rubbing my forehead. I still had problems with my head after that coma a few years back. The opportunistic thirst of one person altered my life forever. The scars were still able to be felt on the back of my head. As I rested my head back I closed my eyes, my chest and body cooling down. My head pulsated as my mind flashed images of blue hair and that Joker like laughter. My skin crawled as I could feel his hands all over my body. His lips against mine. Tunnel vision had set in. Being trapped inside your own mind during a coma and knowing someone is assaulting you against your will and being powerless to stop it. Outside my head my body slid down the wall, my eyes clenched tight trying to block the flashes of memories and the uncomfortable feelings. As my knees tucked into my chest my body shuddered as I heard him whisper that name. Juliette. My hands were clutching my head as I began to bang it against the solid wall, desperate to make the PTSD episode stop. Images, flashing like a picture show inside my head. The drugs he fed me, the lies he fed me, the fool he made of me, the way he used me. Being so high he passed out before he finished. Being so faded he forgot he told me he loved me the night before. My head was splitting. It was like a steam pipe was blocked up in my head and the pressure was becoming so immense my skull might explode. My nose had started bleeding from the stress levels rising so quickly. My body was trembling and jerking. No. Not now. It had been under control for so long. The last thing I felt was a needle go into my neck and the faint sounds of someone saying 9-1-1 echoing outside my head++