Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 17:38:47 GMT -5
October 7th, 2001
The scene opens to what appears to be the inside of a psychiatric ward, the camera moves through the place and it’s apparent that it’s one for children. We reach a room where a young brunette girl is sitting on a chair behind a table dressed in a white gown with her unwashed hair covering her face as she’s looking down to the floor in silence.
After several minutes, one of the psychiatrists, a woman with blond hair tied up into a neat bun wearing a pair of thick black rimmed glasses and a white coat walks into the room carrying a small notepad in one hand and a tape recorder in the other. She takes a seat opposite the brunette and places the recorder on the table and presses the record button.
“Patient log number one. Doctor Lauren Phillips here with twelve year old patient, Sylvia Lopez…”
Leaning back in her chair and glancing through her notes, Doctor Phillips looks up to Lopez who hasn’t moved or said a word yet.
“Sylvia? My name is Doctor Lauren Phi--”
“I’m not deaf. I heard you…”
The doctor nods as she places her notepad on the table and folds her arms.
“Okay, well then do you want to talk about why you think you’re here?”
“Because my Dad thinks I’m crazy after what I did…”
“And what did you do?”
Lopez slowly lifts her head and glares at the young doctor, the look in her eyes seems as though she has no remorse at all, no compassion, as if she were the spawn of Satan and it sends a chill down Doctor Phillips’ spine.
“Because I killed that wretched woman that I once called my mother, that he once called his wife!”
“Do you know that murder is against the law, Sylvia?”
“So is infidelity!”
Lopez snaps back.
“She was being unfaithful! I did myself, my Dad and the world a favor! Filthy disgusting whores like her have no place among the living!”
Doctor Phillips is visibly uncomfortable hearing these kinds of remarks coming from such a young girl, which isn’t surprising considering this is the first case of this kind that she’s worked on. However, she remains professional and after adjusting herself in her chair, she continues in her calm and collected manner.
“Do you think it’s your right to decide who lives and who dies, Sylvia?”
Lopez begins to giggle, but not in a cute way, more like in a sinister way.
“I see that cross around your neck, Doctor Phillips. You believe in God, correct?”
Phillips looks down at the small gold necklace with the cross on it and takes it in her hand before looking back up to Lopez.
“Yes, I do...don’t you?”
The lost soul sitting in front of her slowly shakes her head.
“There is no such thing as God...or Satan. No such thing as Heaven or Hell either. They are man made creations so society can keep everyone in check.”
The doctor scribbles down in her notepad, writing down what Lopez is telling her.
“You truly believe that? Do you believe that we were just one big accident? That we are just the right amount of distance from the Sun that has allowed life to exist where the rest of our solar system has nothing?”
“Who’s to say there is nothing out there? Nobody knows the truth on what’s out there. As it pertains to our existence on this rock being an accident? I believe it is.”
She once again takes some notes.
“It seems to me like you hate your existence. Was this brought on because of what your mother did?”
“SHE’S NOT MY MOTHER!!!”
Lopez is now on her feet, seething as she glares at Doctor Phillips. After a few moments, a couple of the ward’s security swiftly enter the room and go to restrain Lopez however Phillips raises her hand to stop them.
“It’s okay, gentlemen. We’re done for today. Thank you for your time today, Sylvia. We’ll continue with our sessions tomorrow.”
The doctor stands to her feet and picks up the recorder.
“Session concluded at…”
She glances up at the clock on the wall.
“...2:45pm.”
Collecting up her notepad, she turns to the two security men and leans in close to them so only they can hear her.
“Please go easy on her. I think I’ll be able to cure her, it will take some time, but I believe I can do it.”
The two security look at one another before then nodding.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Doctor Phillips smiles and nods before she makes her way past the two men and leaves the room, leaving them to escort Lopez back to her room.
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Present Day
The scene reopens to an undisclosed location, the only distinctive features of the area is that it appears to be some sort of back alleyway and that it’s in the middle of the night. All that can be seen is an oil drum with a fire burning inside of it.
After a few moments, a loud maniacal female laugh echoes through the air as Sylvia Lopez, dressed in a pair of black boots, a pair of dirty black denim jeans, a plain black tank top and a sleeveless black leather jacket walks into view behind the oil drum.
Pacing back and forth and looking up to the night sky, she grips at her jacket tight before finally turning her attention to the camera.
“Farrah Cornett...the Crimson Angel…”
Tossing her head back, she laughs again.
“You’re the big bad ass of the Boardwalk Angels aren’t you? The one who doesn’t take any shit from anyone. The one with the tough exterior, protecting yourself from a deep dark secret! Am I right, Farrah? Of course I am!”
She pulls at her hair a little as she continues to pace.
“So what was it? Daddy issues? Mommy issues? Did your parents not love you? You’re obviously hiding something! And I know what you’re wondering, how could I possibly know? It’s simple really...because whether you like it or not? We’re quite similar...you and I. You see, back when I was twelve years old, I caught my mother cheating on my father with another man…”
Chuckling in a sinister way, her smile soon fades and her expression changes to one of pure hatred.
“...so I went to my Dad’s garage, grabbed his hammer, went back upstairs and I bludgeoned her to death with it! And it felt good! It felt really...really good! And I sat there beside her dead body, covered in her blood until my Dad came home from work and I told him everything!”
She lets out a reassuring sigh, the look on her face tells us that she enjoys reminiscing of this point in her life, clearly showing just how crazed and demented she is.
“Really think I’m pretending to be crazy now, bitch?”
Another maniacal laugh escapes her lips.
“Do you honestly think I care about what you have to say to me? Do you think I care that I haven’t accomplished anything here that you deem is of note? Do you really...truly...honestly think that I’m going to leave your precious little friend alone just because you are telling me too?”
She shakes her head, still pacing back and forth before swiftly turning to the camera, her eyes wide, her entire body shaking in anger.
“NOBODY TELLS ME WHAT TO DO!!!”
Pulling at her hair again, she’s visibly seething.
“All of you pathetic bimbos are just like my mother! You’re all a bunch of filthy, skanky whores! I mean...just look at your daughters! How many girlfriends and boyfriends has your slutty Jamilyn Cornett had? Seriously, she’s fucked several of her friends and she wonders why so many people hate her! And she always plays the victim...every fucking time! She also wonders why people can’t just leave the past in the past and move on? Maybe you should give her a good kick up the ass and tell her that when you constantly make mistake after mistake, if you don’t change, then you don’t DESERVE to be left alone! The past will forever haunt her, and she’s only got one person and one person only to blame...herself!”
She shakes her head, scoffing at the vile human beings she’s talking about.
“And what about your other daughter, Destiny? Yes, I know she’s dead but I don’t care. She’s better off dead than being a part of your family! Hanging around with vile destructive skanks such as Cynthia Templeton, the Kenyon and Lacroix sisters and Stacy Jones! She’s now free from all of those disgusting, putrid vermin!”
Closing her eyes, she takes a few deep breaths and seemingly calms down, for the moment.
“As for your little idea that I tried to ‘hire’ those pathetic self-proclaimed Cool Kids to do my dirty work for me? Ha! You couldn’t be further from the truth. I knew I would be indisposed at LAW #69 and that I wouldn’t be there in person. When I saw that those three useless cretins were facing you, Zoey and Stacy in tag team action, I decided to be nice and give them the opportunity of redemption! I gave them the chance to be free from the eventual destruction of this pathetic company by my hands! And not surprisingly to me, they failed miserably...so now they shall all suffer the same fate that you will at LAW #70 and eventually the fate that will befall your fellow Angels!”
She glares into the camera again.
“Do you honestly believe that I want to be on your level, Farrah? Do you think I care how long you and Zoey have been LAW Tag Team Champions for a long time? I don’t NEED to be successful here to make a name for myself! People are already talking about me and this is my first ever match here in LAW! I’m on everyone’s minds! And I don’t care whether it’s because they think I’m useless like you believe...because whatever the reason...I’m still on their minds and their lips!”
Leaning closer to the fire, the flames make her evil face glow as the flames dance in the reflection of her brown eyes.
“When we step in between those ropes at LAW #70, you’re going to be in for a world of hurt, Farrah! Normally I would offer you the chance at redemption, to follow me so I can show you the truth...but it’s clear that you’re already a lost cause. Instead, I’m going to introduce you to a new level of pain and suffering! Because I can guarantee that you have never EVER faced anyone like me before! I will make you bleed! I will break every single bone in your body! I’ll make you wish you were dead...just like your precious kids, Destiny and Etienne!”
Taking a step back, she outstretches her arms and looks up to the night sky.
“Follow me...and I will show you all the truth!”
Slowly lowering her head to look back into the camera, she smirks sadistically.
“Stand against me...and you...will...burn!”
Lopez lets out one final shriek of laughter before turning on her heels and walking away, disappearing into the darkness as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens to what appears to be the inside of a psychiatric ward, the camera moves through the place and it’s apparent that it’s one for children. We reach a room where a young brunette girl is sitting on a chair behind a table dressed in a white gown with her unwashed hair covering her face as she’s looking down to the floor in silence.
After several minutes, one of the psychiatrists, a woman with blond hair tied up into a neat bun wearing a pair of thick black rimmed glasses and a white coat walks into the room carrying a small notepad in one hand and a tape recorder in the other. She takes a seat opposite the brunette and places the recorder on the table and presses the record button.
“Patient log number one. Doctor Lauren Phillips here with twelve year old patient, Sylvia Lopez…”
Leaning back in her chair and glancing through her notes, Doctor Phillips looks up to Lopez who hasn’t moved or said a word yet.
“Sylvia? My name is Doctor Lauren Phi--”
“I’m not deaf. I heard you…”
The doctor nods as she places her notepad on the table and folds her arms.
“Okay, well then do you want to talk about why you think you’re here?”
“Because my Dad thinks I’m crazy after what I did…”
“And what did you do?”
Lopez slowly lifts her head and glares at the young doctor, the look in her eyes seems as though she has no remorse at all, no compassion, as if she were the spawn of Satan and it sends a chill down Doctor Phillips’ spine.
“Because I killed that wretched woman that I once called my mother, that he once called his wife!”
“Do you know that murder is against the law, Sylvia?”
“So is infidelity!”
Lopez snaps back.
“She was being unfaithful! I did myself, my Dad and the world a favor! Filthy disgusting whores like her have no place among the living!”
Doctor Phillips is visibly uncomfortable hearing these kinds of remarks coming from such a young girl, which isn’t surprising considering this is the first case of this kind that she’s worked on. However, she remains professional and after adjusting herself in her chair, she continues in her calm and collected manner.
“Do you think it’s your right to decide who lives and who dies, Sylvia?”
Lopez begins to giggle, but not in a cute way, more like in a sinister way.
“I see that cross around your neck, Doctor Phillips. You believe in God, correct?”
Phillips looks down at the small gold necklace with the cross on it and takes it in her hand before looking back up to Lopez.
“Yes, I do...don’t you?”
The lost soul sitting in front of her slowly shakes her head.
“There is no such thing as God...or Satan. No such thing as Heaven or Hell either. They are man made creations so society can keep everyone in check.”
The doctor scribbles down in her notepad, writing down what Lopez is telling her.
“You truly believe that? Do you believe that we were just one big accident? That we are just the right amount of distance from the Sun that has allowed life to exist where the rest of our solar system has nothing?”
“Who’s to say there is nothing out there? Nobody knows the truth on what’s out there. As it pertains to our existence on this rock being an accident? I believe it is.”
She once again takes some notes.
“It seems to me like you hate your existence. Was this brought on because of what your mother did?”
“SHE’S NOT MY MOTHER!!!”
Lopez is now on her feet, seething as she glares at Doctor Phillips. After a few moments, a couple of the ward’s security swiftly enter the room and go to restrain Lopez however Phillips raises her hand to stop them.
“It’s okay, gentlemen. We’re done for today. Thank you for your time today, Sylvia. We’ll continue with our sessions tomorrow.”
The doctor stands to her feet and picks up the recorder.
“Session concluded at…”
She glances up at the clock on the wall.
“...2:45pm.”
Collecting up her notepad, she turns to the two security men and leans in close to them so only they can hear her.
“Please go easy on her. I think I’ll be able to cure her, it will take some time, but I believe I can do it.”
The two security look at one another before then nodding.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Doctor Phillips smiles and nods before she makes her way past the two men and leaves the room, leaving them to escort Lopez back to her room.
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Present Day
The scene reopens to an undisclosed location, the only distinctive features of the area is that it appears to be some sort of back alleyway and that it’s in the middle of the night. All that can be seen is an oil drum with a fire burning inside of it.
After a few moments, a loud maniacal female laugh echoes through the air as Sylvia Lopez, dressed in a pair of black boots, a pair of dirty black denim jeans, a plain black tank top and a sleeveless black leather jacket walks into view behind the oil drum.
Pacing back and forth and looking up to the night sky, she grips at her jacket tight before finally turning her attention to the camera.
“Farrah Cornett...the Crimson Angel…”
Tossing her head back, she laughs again.
“You’re the big bad ass of the Boardwalk Angels aren’t you? The one who doesn’t take any shit from anyone. The one with the tough exterior, protecting yourself from a deep dark secret! Am I right, Farrah? Of course I am!”
She pulls at her hair a little as she continues to pace.
“So what was it? Daddy issues? Mommy issues? Did your parents not love you? You’re obviously hiding something! And I know what you’re wondering, how could I possibly know? It’s simple really...because whether you like it or not? We’re quite similar...you and I. You see, back when I was twelve years old, I caught my mother cheating on my father with another man…”
Chuckling in a sinister way, her smile soon fades and her expression changes to one of pure hatred.
“...so I went to my Dad’s garage, grabbed his hammer, went back upstairs and I bludgeoned her to death with it! And it felt good! It felt really...really good! And I sat there beside her dead body, covered in her blood until my Dad came home from work and I told him everything!”
She lets out a reassuring sigh, the look on her face tells us that she enjoys reminiscing of this point in her life, clearly showing just how crazed and demented she is.
“Really think I’m pretending to be crazy now, bitch?”
Another maniacal laugh escapes her lips.
“Do you honestly think I care about what you have to say to me? Do you think I care that I haven’t accomplished anything here that you deem is of note? Do you really...truly...honestly think that I’m going to leave your precious little friend alone just because you are telling me too?”
She shakes her head, still pacing back and forth before swiftly turning to the camera, her eyes wide, her entire body shaking in anger.
“NOBODY TELLS ME WHAT TO DO!!!”
Pulling at her hair again, she’s visibly seething.
“All of you pathetic bimbos are just like my mother! You’re all a bunch of filthy, skanky whores! I mean...just look at your daughters! How many girlfriends and boyfriends has your slutty Jamilyn Cornett had? Seriously, she’s fucked several of her friends and she wonders why so many people hate her! And she always plays the victim...every fucking time! She also wonders why people can’t just leave the past in the past and move on? Maybe you should give her a good kick up the ass and tell her that when you constantly make mistake after mistake, if you don’t change, then you don’t DESERVE to be left alone! The past will forever haunt her, and she’s only got one person and one person only to blame...herself!”
She shakes her head, scoffing at the vile human beings she’s talking about.
“And what about your other daughter, Destiny? Yes, I know she’s dead but I don’t care. She’s better off dead than being a part of your family! Hanging around with vile destructive skanks such as Cynthia Templeton, the Kenyon and Lacroix sisters and Stacy Jones! She’s now free from all of those disgusting, putrid vermin!”
Closing her eyes, she takes a few deep breaths and seemingly calms down, for the moment.
“As for your little idea that I tried to ‘hire’ those pathetic self-proclaimed Cool Kids to do my dirty work for me? Ha! You couldn’t be further from the truth. I knew I would be indisposed at LAW #69 and that I wouldn’t be there in person. When I saw that those three useless cretins were facing you, Zoey and Stacy in tag team action, I decided to be nice and give them the opportunity of redemption! I gave them the chance to be free from the eventual destruction of this pathetic company by my hands! And not surprisingly to me, they failed miserably...so now they shall all suffer the same fate that you will at LAW #70 and eventually the fate that will befall your fellow Angels!”
She glares into the camera again.
“Do you honestly believe that I want to be on your level, Farrah? Do you think I care how long you and Zoey have been LAW Tag Team Champions for a long time? I don’t NEED to be successful here to make a name for myself! People are already talking about me and this is my first ever match here in LAW! I’m on everyone’s minds! And I don’t care whether it’s because they think I’m useless like you believe...because whatever the reason...I’m still on their minds and their lips!”
Leaning closer to the fire, the flames make her evil face glow as the flames dance in the reflection of her brown eyes.
“When we step in between those ropes at LAW #70, you’re going to be in for a world of hurt, Farrah! Normally I would offer you the chance at redemption, to follow me so I can show you the truth...but it’s clear that you’re already a lost cause. Instead, I’m going to introduce you to a new level of pain and suffering! Because I can guarantee that you have never EVER faced anyone like me before! I will make you bleed! I will break every single bone in your body! I’ll make you wish you were dead...just like your precious kids, Destiny and Etienne!”
Taking a step back, she outstretches her arms and looks up to the night sky.
“Follow me...and I will show you all the truth!”
Slowly lowering her head to look back into the camera, she smirks sadistically.
“Stand against me...and you...will...burn!”
Lopez lets out one final shriek of laughter before turning on her heels and walking away, disappearing into the darkness as the scene fades to black.