Disclaimer: In my past rp my character murdered five people under the influence of his alter ego… That was a mistake and a direction that I after consideration realized was a stupid way to go. So the events in this rp happen as if those events never took place. Let’s just say it was a bad dream. Man I love fiction. Thanks to all of you guys that gave feed back and helped steer my character away from incarceration. Shew! That was close.

Beating down on my forehead, the gentle rain cascades across the sky creating a myriad of different colors as a hint of the sun pokes through the ominous clouds and shines through the tiny water droplets. In all this dark and gloomy day, hope still shines through the suns rays providing a glimmer of what a day without rain might look like. In ways my life resembles these tiny drops of water… I always seem to be trapped within a rainy day, but every once in a while a glimmer of sunshine comes through and gives me hope. Hope that tomorrow might be different. Elizabeth Star, my radiant girlfriend is one of those glimmers of light. She has been my sound and true companion for the last five or six months since I re-emerged into the wrestling industry, a shaky re-emergence if nothing else. When you’ve lived as many lives as I have you realize one thing about the world and its inhabitants, someone that loves you unconditionally is a rare commodity indeed and Elizabeth has been the only one to ever love me. Not a sob story, just the facts…

Another glimmer of light in my world is my blood brother Nemesis. Sure he’s big, dumb, not too bright… Did I mention he was stupid and has the looks only a Starving Cambodian monkey would love? (I know that doesn’t make sense… sue me.) We’ve had some hellacious arguments in the past, not to mention some fights that would make sworn enemies look like bosom buddies, but he has never once betrayed my trust… Even after I ran him over with a semi and rolled his body off a twenty foot high cliff into a dumpster he never once turned on me without reason and usually I was the one doing the instigating. But Nemesis has been involved in his own things as of late. His ongoing argument with Jason Wright is just one of the many things he’s been obsessing over… And now since he found out that Rob Kaine and I share the same birth father I haven’t seen him around. No doubt he’s contemplating what this means for him as well… Soon I’ll have to answer his questions. But I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Lastly the prospect of Kaine and I forming a bond because of our shared DNA is one that provides a small glimmer of hope. After all I joined the XPWA and the GWE following him, my brother, blindly trying to get a relationship that seemed damned from the start. Our mutual father was afraid of me, but not because he was a coward but rather out of fear for his current family. Not only would I remind him constantly of my mother, but I’ve been plagued by demons that he doesn’t believe exist. To accept me would have been to accept the mysticism that surrounds me… That was not a path he was willing to choose for his son at the time, but rather a path that his son must decide now. Will I reject my own flesh, cutting it from my body as a disease? Or will I accept the reality that some things in life happen without any reason and work to overcome any obstacles? The choice is one not to be taken lightly and either way I’ll understand his decision.

Coming to a halt in front of the church I look in through the stained glass windows. The soft light from the high chandeliers places little halo’s on the congregation atoning for their sins. No doubt most of them are petty and small. People who do the truly unforgivable sins, or at least unforgivable in my eyes, are standing out in the rain… like me… AH! Redemption! Unlike retribution redemption comes at a high cost… One that most people can repay, but not me. Turning my face from the hallowed sanctuary I walk on down the street, letting the rain embrace me with its cold wet kiss.