Post by Archer on Aug 6, 2016 1:49:34 GMT
++ "Sweet Dreams" ++
The night of Thursday, July 28th, 2016.
Room 4H.
He twirled the lock of hair between his fingertips, before placing it against his face. He appreciated the softness, mostly because his life consisted of everything hard, coarse, and rough. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel the pain he had felt over the years. If he could feel compassion, he'd almost feel sorry for her. Lord hadn't taught her yet, and better still, it seems her parents hadn't taught her either - there's no room in this industry for soft.
Archer had never seen a hospital with so much security, and he instantly knew why that was. All these men to protect little Raven MacDemare. This amount of high security would stop any normal person from trying anything, but Archer had been in this situation of cat and mouse before. No matter how elusive, he'd get his mouse.
The feed was grainy and horribly dark, filmed mostly with night vision due to the lack of light. Archer used the shift change, and one's irrespirable urge to socialize, to his advantage. He entered Raven's room and was taken aback.
One could never deny that she looked beautiful, lying there sleeping. Archer just knew that she'd look absolutely gorgeous with open cuts and wounds covering her body. He could have done it right then, ended things, made sure that Raven wouldn't be able to make it out of the ring. But it was so much better when they fought back. Archer wanted the match to go through. He needed to feel her emotions as she tried to defeat him - her anxiety as he entered the ring, her dismay as things began to slip away from her, and her fear before he ended her.
He wanted to touch her, but he resisted. No this visit was to make sure that Lord and Raven knew that this would just be the beginning. He waited weeks to reveal himself, and now it was time to have some real fun.
Slowly he pulled a lead pipe from his pants, the very same lead pipe he had used on Lord. Raven would wake up in the middle of the night, and see the blood that still remained on the pipe. Archer got chills imagining the way she'd scream once she saw it. Lord, or whichever dumbass who stood outside the door, would run in and try to console her. But she'd be hysterical. They'd look around for him, frantic and scared, but he'd be long gone. His only regret was that he wouldn't be there to see it all go down.
"Sweet dreams, my darling."
He whispered, leaning forward and getting so close to her that he could feel her breath. He pulled a small pair of scissors from his right pocket and pointed them towards her well-maintained hair.
Ever so slowly...
He snipped several strands, allowing them to fall into his left hand below. It was too much, she began to move and he panicked for a second, reeling back. Raven shifted her head to the other side of the pillow, letting out a small whimper. He smiled, and let out a barely audible sigh.
The Supreme Championship tournament had been most kind to him. The gift of Raven MacDemare's head on a silver platter while also distracting Lord with Mondae Chaos. It'd be the ultimate question for Lord. Does he choose to save his lady from almost certain death by sticking his neck in her match, or does he stay nice and healthy for a much better chance at moving on in his own semi-finals bout? The true test of love. It made Archer sick, but made him excited at the very same time. Raven would remain as she always was, helpless.
He twirled the lock of hair between his fingertips, before placing it against his face. He appreciated the softness, mostly because his life consisted of everything hard, coarse, and rough. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel the pain he had felt over the years. If he could feel compassion, he'd almost feel sorry for her. Lord hadn't taught her yet, and better still, it seems her parents hadn't taught her either - there's no room in this industry for soft.
The ache of having to wait so long before his special night with Raven on Vendetta would almost be too much to bare, but he hoped this lock of hair would tie him over.
It would have to.
