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Outside
a large mansion birds nestle in and sleep soundly dreaming of
whatever it is birds dream of. Inside an elderly lady sleeps deeply
dreaming of her late husband. In the servants quarters the live in
maid and butler sleep in soft beds made of feather. In the west wing
the door is open. Just inside the door is a dresser and mirror set.
The closet is open and all sorts of clothing and dresses hang in
there. The balcony door is wide open and the sheer curtains flutter
in the light breeze. The moon above is bright and shines into the
room illuminating the canopy bed. Laying in the bed in none other
than Kiva. She is sleeping on a set of black satin sheets. She tosses
and turns. She wispers something over and over again.
Kiva:
Justin...Justin...Justin...
Suddenly
she sits up and the sheets fall to her lap exposing her naked chest.
She fumbles in a drawer in the nightstand next to the bed and pulls
out a short sheer black nighty. She slips it on and steps out onto
the balcony and softly speaks her thoughts out loud to herself.
Kiva:
Why? Why am I dreaming of HIM? Of all
the men in the world, I dream of him. What is my deal? Oh but it was
such a wonderful dream. So tender and attentive. Mmm. Damn I hope he
is like that in life.
She
wraps her arms around her body and shivers with the memory of her
dream. Her expressin suddenly goes from extacy to disdain as she
remembers something from earlier in the day.
Kiva:
Damn that Jessica. She thinks she is
just so smart. Telling everyone that I am making excuses and such.
Damn. She obviously was not getting the message I was sending her. I
blatently said she was right about me. I was too cocky. I wasnt
making excuses I was just pointing out that there may have been other
things keeping me from giving it my all. I never said that any of
them applied to me. I cant wait to get her in the ring and show her
exactly what I am made of. Damnit. Where's a camera when I need one?
There is just so much I need to get off my chest about this match
that I...wait a minute. Hmm I wonder...
Kiva
goes back in the room and searches the closet until she finds what
she is looking for. She sets up the camera she found on the dresser
and sits down on the bed, legs crossed at the ankles like a proper
lady. She uses the remote to press play.
Kiva:
Hello everyone. It is 4 am and I have
some things to talk about. Firstly, Justin this thing between you and
I is far from over. I dont know why but I just cant get you out of my
head...get our match out of my head I mean. This needs to stop. I am
much too busy to deal with crushes err defeats by on such as
yourself.
She
stops a moment and takes a deep breath.
Kiva:
Now onto Jessica. Jessica, darling how
much of an idiot are you? You start off by saying not too many people
will be getting your little pills yet you showed everyone where to
find your precious little flowers, how to dry them and what the
effects are. If someone felt like it they could very easily make your
little secret remedy themself. Dont worry though, I dont need any of
your DRUGS. I like pain. i like blood and most of all, I like cuts.
You see, when my mother died, I became a cutter. Do you know what
that is? That is when a young man or woman begins cutting themselves
in places covered by clothing with a razor blade until they are numb
and feel better about themselves. Ive long since overcome this habit
but I still enjoy the pain created by getting cut by sharp and dull
objects alike. Getting slamed in the bed of nails was nothing to me.
Sure I have plenty of gashes and bruises but I actually felt pleasure
from the pain of the nails being driven through my flesh. Some have
called me sadistic and sick but I feel it was my calling to enjoy
such things. I dont know how to better put it. But the point to this
little speech is I do not NEEd nor do I WANT your home made drugs.
Speaking of drugs, have you gone for your blood test yet? I read
somewhere that your little flowers are detectable in your blood
stream and are considered a level 3 drug where weed and perscription
drugs are level 1. But my information could be wrong. Maybe I looked
up the wrong flower. Who knows? It doesnt really matter. Now Jessica,
I know you are going to go and mouth off again about how cocky I am
and how much of an idiot I am and I make myself look the fool so I
wont make this much longer. You are truly beautiful and I am sure you
are talented. But as I said before, you must embrace your true nature
or you havent really won at all. You cannot win if you hold back your
sick and twisted side. You think you know all when you know nothing.
You say you know your place but in reality, you dont. No one knows
their place, they only think they do. All I am saying is good luck.
We both will need it.
Kiva
smiles and brushes her hair back.
Kiva:
Jessica, I will see oyu in the ring and
Justin, you will see me soon, I gurentee you. This isnt over.
Kiva
clicks the remote and the camera stops taping. She looks out the
window and sighs before removing her nighty and sliding under the
covers again to fall back into a dreamless sleep destined to have her
tossing and turning all night. |