+ When A Fire Starts To Burn [II]

[Archer]

++ "When A Fire Starts To Burn" ++

At first all you can hear is the muffled shrill of a young, female voice. Angry screams, but there were no words that could be made out clearly. Just sounds of pure frustration coming through the other side of a wall. The Architect Of Ultraviolence loved it. He loved the feeling of the energy flowing through the wall, an enigma standing just on the other side. He pressed his ear to the wall, not trying to understand the frivolous things being said, but to feel the vibration.

"I'm not quite sure I understand..."

Emma Douglas questioned with intrigue, knowing exactly what lie on the other side of the wall. She had never gotten used to the games he liked to play, mainly because she was more of a slit throats first kind of firefly from hell. However, she also trusted that he knew what he was doing. There was a trail of bodies at the end of this game he played.

"All in good time, Emma. Things will become a lot more clear, come Vendetta."

He was getting goosebumps just thinking about it all, and he knew Emma would enjoy the ride, as well.

"I'd think you'd be dreaming of more ways to leave Aiden Van't Hoff in a pool of his own blood."

Usually, that is what he would be doing, and of course, putting Aiden's head on a platter would bring him immense joy, but he had other plans currently. He needed to do some recon. Sometimes things aren't always as they seem.

"This is a lot bigger than Aiden Van't Hoff. That fool is a weak-minded individual who can't even comprehend the battle ground he's stepped into. He's now residing within a place where Daddy's money can't save him. He's trying to survive in a world that he doesn't even belong in. I look at Aiden and I see a lost soul, and I'm either going to help Mr. Van't Hoff find his way real fast or he's going to end up in a body bag. Whatever happens to this man is none of my concern."

The muffled sounds from the other side of the wall continued to rise and fall. Some sort of emotional rollercoaster.

"I'm not worried about him. He may be Lord's best friend and I can extract a certain sort of revenge on Lord in this way, but nothing will compare to taking that title off his shoulder. Nothing is going to quench my thirst for Lord's blood except for the real thing. No doubt, Aiden will have to suffer for keeping such terrible company, but in the end he's just a pawn in the grand scheme of things. Just another face that I'd rather see down in the dirt. Aiden's nothing more than second fiddle, and we've got bigger fish to fry, Emma."

His eyes grew wider as visions of chaos flashed within them. The very thought of the pain they would all cause, and the destruction that would follow, was simply extravagant.

"I didn't sign with this company to watch a handful of self-righteous youngsters with famous last names take what is rightfully mine. I am the rightful owner of the Supreme Championship, and only me. No matter what these second rate, second generation brats have to say about it. I don't forgive easily, and I certainly never forget. The main event on Vendetta. The iron's hot, now's the time to strike."

She saw the desire for pain within his eyes, the same that she used to see back in the day, and she wanted it too. She wanted to let it consume her, the way it had him.

"I guess I don't quite understand why we're...here."

Ever so slowly, Archer peered around the corner to see a door. The door to the room they had been standing outside of the entire time. On the front, Shawn DeLise's Office.

B   O   O   M!!

In that moment, the door is thrown open with force. Standing in the doorway, Arianny Blake herself, still pleased with herself after the voicemail she's just left Mr. DeLise. The sound of her heels upon the floor echoed as she entered the hallway, turning the opposite direction and walking away. Archer sank into the corner of the wall, peering after her with an absolutely terrorizing look upon his face.

"There's a war out there, Emma, upon the horizon. The fire's just beginning to burn..."

Static.