The Omega Saga, Act I Scene II
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The sound repeats itself.
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Unlike the infectious dripping sounds from the previous Placebo televised spot this sound remains dull and consistent. However there is another sound which your ears become acutely aware of. It is not the consistent 'splatting' sounds to which you ears were first attracted to but something which could only be described as a low murmur. Perhaps a whisper uttered just underneath the breath of someone whom is most likely Doc Placebo as these long moments of darkness have come to act much as his harbinger.
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"What the hell am I doing... why... KILL... damn bear..."
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"Fuckin' water."
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Breaking the tranquility...
cLaNg!
ClAnG!
The lights flicker on once more heralded by some unseen individual banging on the steel door of the Doctor's self made prison. The flooding light expels the shadows from your sight as your ears once more register the sound of steel grinding on steel as the slat in the stainless steel door of Placebo's cell opens to reveal... Reverend Snow? In an equally puzzling turn of events as we now look into the Doctor's newly lit cell we see that he has positioned his forehead directly underneath the dripping water which had been torturing his mind a few hours past. Now Placebo has instead opted to subject himself to self imposed imprisonment and self imposed Chinese water torture.
Doc Placebo, "Seems I'm getting a plethora of visitors here this week."
Reverend Snow, "Did you expect anything less?"
Doc Placebo, "Actually I... wait... say that again."
Reverend Snow, "What?"
Doc Placebo, "That."
Reverend Snow, "Are you alright?"
Stupid question. I locked myself in a cell with complete darkness while water dripped on my face all night just to think. Oh yeah everything is alright. I know I'm fucked up, that's obvious. I don't even know why I killed a man a few weeks ago although... nah that can't be right; it's impossible. But I know one thing, even with all this water splattering all over my face for hours on end depriving me of sleep I know I am not that far gone enough not to catch the ever so subtle difference. He might be a master of deceit but every fake has it's tell tale signs, his were no different. I should know after all, for a month he was me to at least some degree.
Doc Placebo, "ALMOST got me."
I can't help but crack a slight smile even through my soaked face and the heavy bags which have developed under my bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep as Chameleon rips away his "Reverend Snow" mask. No not from lack of sleep but overnight self examination.
Chameleon, "Hey cut me some slack, I'm still... *cough* *cough* ...I'm still working on that voice."
Doc Placebo, "Keep working then."
Doc Placebo, "Am I going to need to suffer through daily visits or will I need to find you a cell too so I can get a little bit of privacy?"
Chameleon, "Now would that be fair? I seem to remember the situations being reversed and something about a cattle prod being rattled about the bars of a certain wrestler's cell day and night... and you want peace and quiet from ME?"
Doc Placebo, "...yes?"
Chameleon, "Not too likely."
There is a pause in his speech as he peers at me through the sliding metal door which imprisons me within this cell. My own little box. The only prison to which I have been privy to where the lock is on the inmate’s side of the door...
CLANG!
I bolt up from my prone position witnessing Chameleon's face violently collides with the inflexible steel door. Rising to my feet I keep my eyes glued to the prison cell's sliding steel shutter which has been left ajar by the Chameleon. My ears catch the sound of whispering... no that's not whispering. It's whimpering. My skin crawls as I consider the fate of the devious reptilian. Cautious nerves quickly calm as a rage sooths my soul. I was going to kill that bastard... I've earned it after putting up with his tedious rants while I deliberated my own actions here in sanctuary.
My brain fires a salvo of nerve impulses moving my right hand unlocking the cell door which has kept me a prisoner of my own accord for weeks. A jaw drops, its mine, and I think I might be in shock. Standing not more than a few feet from my now open cell door is none other than Kevin Cosmos. And unlike Snow, he's the real deal, the one and ONLY. How do I know? Just watch. That's what I did.
Cosmos, "Jesus, it's like your Qball! How many times have I told you you're NOT ALLOWED DOWN HERE? But NOOoooo you keep popping up down here like a bad penny!"
Something tells me it has something to do with the fact that he's standing over Chameleon with one foot firmly planted on the inactive wrestler's chest while he continues to admonish the former Koven member for his disobedience. Cosmos glances towards me giving Chameleon the opportunity to scurry into the shadows. His movements are quickly masked by the shadows of the Kovenant Klub's prison level catacombs with only the click clacking sounds of footfalls landing against cold concrete floors acknowledge his retreat. Told you it was really him.
Cosmos, "Come on, lets get out of here."
Doc Placebo, "What?"
Cosmos, "Lets go."
Doc Placebo, "Go where?"
Cosmos, "Outta here?"
Doc Placebo, "Cosmos, I killed a man. I don't care that he's dead. I don't mind that it was my hand. It doesn't even concern me that the man in question would have killed himself had I only asked. What I do care about is that I don't even know WHY."
Cosmos, "Jesus Doc, sometimes your not too quick. We'll talk about that later. There are things in UWA that demand your attention."
Things in UWA that demand my attention. Yeah right... and I'm Hilary Clinton. For those not in the know I've been wrestling in NEW these days albeit it has been a while since I have last graced their rings. So now you know and knowing is important. It is half the battle of course. And for those of you who didn't get that joke shame on you! Shame and lots more of it. I don't know what Cosmos thinks he knows but there can't be a damn thing that would interest me anymore or I might as well be Hilary.
Doc Placebo, "What could possibly demand my attention in UWA?"
Cosmos, "Spitfly."
Him? Another useless former minion of mine, just like the one whose life I took.
Doc Placebo, "What about him?"
Cosmos, "You brought him into the Kovenant when you formed the Koven, he's your responsibility."
Doc Placebo, "MY RESPONSIBILITY? What did the kid break a window with his baseball or something Kevin? Well I'm sorry 'KC' but I'm a little busy here."
Having enough bullshit for one day I turn my back on the celestial wrestler. I remember thinking that nothing he could say could stop me from shutting my cell door, nothing at all could be said to deprive me of my peace, no combination of words, nothing, nothing at all.
Cosmos, "He joined D-Block."
I was wrong... shit I was wrong. I guess I am Hilary. At least I have a promising political career to look forward to. That's a comforting thought. That is of course if my latest campaign financing scandal doesn't kill my 2008 presidential hopes of making Bill the first first husband, but now I've gone off on a tangent.
Turning around I look at Cosmos. For a moment I say nothing; the words to mask my contempt do not find their way to my lips. Shaking my head I look down to my left hand as something catches my eye. There it is... that damn teddy bear; Mephostopheles. Erica's gift. With the bear in hand I nod to Cosmos.
Doc Placebo, "Lets go, there are matters in UWA that 'demand my attention'."
The scene fades to darkness. The scuttling sounds of the Chameleon scurrying about nearby can be heard slightly in the absence of light.