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Work of Art
Topic Started: Apr 17 2017, 04:26 AM (53 Views)
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The shot opens up to what we can assume to be the interior of a limousine. Very spacious, filled with leather and soft lights. There's even a tiny little bar. Darian Gray is seated smack dab in the middle, already holding a glass of whiskey. He's looking across... at a framed picture of the "new" Mister Misery? The Portrait flashes a sinister smile and takes a sip.

"I love what you-- What I've done."

Darian nods.

"You fully committed to the dark side of you. The real side... the ugly side of you. I'm glad I could be the one to bring that out. Of course, now you're just like all of the other should-be mental patients that think they are somehow more resilient than the rest of us."

He scoffs and takes another sip.

"That's fine. I'm still happy with my creation, as ugly as it may be. It sets an example for everyone else. Y'see, I was dreading facing you, Misery. You ruined my shot at retaining the tag team championships. I wanted nothing more than to be helping Clay. Or Stephen. Or capturing the FIW championship for myself. But now?"

He tilts his head and rolls the liquid around in his glass.

"Now I'm excited. I get to see that hideous face of yours, speaking those repulsive lies... Whining like a brat that's not able to get their candy. Perhaps because I ruined your shot of being on a losing team. Or perhaps because I hit you with a vehicle. Oh yes, the "limousine of death" if you will. It's taken the life of the former Mister Misery, a slightly less unsightly man, and handed us this."

Darian struggles to do anything other than make a half gesture at the picture in front of him and laugh.

"I used to think I was invincible, just like you. But one bad fall caused by your friend, Erik, proved me wrong. He showed me that even Perfection can break. I thought I may never return. But when I was ready, I didn't want to set my sights on the man who caused my pain, my suffering. I wanted to set my sights on something bigger. Something weaker. You. We haven't been on a collision course since I hit you... Oh no no no, we had been on a collision course for weeks before then."

He slowly nods again and raises the glass to his lips once more, finishing his drink.

"I knew what I wanted when I hit you with that limo. And I've gotten exactly that since. I helped the Crew and eliminated a member of Team FIW. I made Erik want to avenge you... Then I knocked him out cold. And then I helped the Crew again and beat Team FIW. Even managed to pick up another tag title reign in my free time."

Darian sets the glass down with a smirk and relaxes back with his hands behind his head.

"Finally, I transformed a weak man, a man who hid behind jokes, into a broken one. That's you. You aren't any different. You feel different and look different but you aren't any more of a "living weapon" than you were. You're just letting your mind believe that. But I have been, am, and will always be a Portrait of Perfection. The art left in my wake is proof of that. I've painted an example of your crazy friend and I'm going to do the same to you. I am an artist. But more importantly, I am a WORK OF ART."

He extends his arms.

"If you think peeling your back was the most pain you'll be in... I can't help but laugh at you. Much, much worse is coming."

Darian grabs the picture and steps outside of the limo, keeping a loose grip on it. We see now that we're at a graveyard. Darian tosses the picture in front of the tire, on the same side that he hit Mister Misery with.

"Da Vinci was once quoted saying..."

The Portrait hops into the driver's seat, turning the key to start the engine.

"A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not. It's a shame your body was never beautiful."

He slams on the gas and the limousine is gone within a matter of seconds. All we're left with is the crushed picture of Mister Misery as we fade out.
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