HWA Message Board: Memory Lane (Part 3)

(McNeil): You don’t know pain yet, you have to accept pain. You lost everything, and yet you continue to hold on to it. You will sit here and watch as everything that ever meant anything to you...your wife, your daughter, everything that once meant what you were.

Ronnie looks at you and nods his head. You open up Kincaid's bag and start pulling out things. First his is his masters degree. Which you throw straight into the fire without Ronnie being able to say anything about it. Then you pull out his set of degrees and accolades.)

(McNeil): Your precious plaques. So quaint and pretty. With your little name on them. TOSS ‘EM.

The druid do as he says and they are set ablaze making the fire jump a bit. We notice how the fire darkens every crevice of Ronnie's face. He seems to be even more darker, more sadistic than usual. He then pulls out his Bernard Kincaid’s photo album.

(McNeil): Your pictures, your friends, your family.....All Gone!! TORCH ‘EM.

They add to the flames… pictures of his wife and daughter…everyone and everything.

(McNeil): You have no family. You belong to me now. You must pay...pay for all your sins!

The fire mirrors itself in the dark abysses known as Ronnie's eyes. You being to get lost in them as if you see hell itself staring right back at you. Ronnie then snaps his fingers and the druid then picks up a picture of a man and a woman and a child. And hands it directly to Ronnie.

(McNeil): They are GONE!! They are DEAD!! WHY??? Because you just HAD to be an Omega? Because you just HAD to be in the Society??

(Kinkaid): Fuk you! I did what I had to do to secure my future.

Kincaid spits at Ronnie again. This time Ronnie doesn’t even wipe it off before he takes a baseball swing at Kincaid's head with the chair. Some blood begins to roll down Kincaid's face. Ronnie pulls Kincaid back up by his silk shirt and it rips. Kincaid is once again kneeling in front of Ronnie.

(McNeil): So this is what my father and mother meant to you? You killed them to become this??

You know for sure this time that it is hell you see in those abysses. This man has no heart. His soul is black, and his motives are true. This man has lived through it all and can and will get his revenge for the wrongs done to him. The druid then drop the bag into the fire as well.

(McNeil): It is sad, you hold on to what is not there. You realized so much when you joined, and now you are on the verge of losing everything. It is only when you lose everything that it allows you to do anything. You have no ties now; you have a NEW life. But you must suffer for your own good. You must suffer for your past sins. You must feel true pain, you must be free and clear of what you mind holds now. And I will beat it out of you, make you start fresh. You will feel MY PAIN!

Ronnie takes the chair and begins to hit Kincaid over the head repetitively. Ronnie stops wailing away at Kincaid and leans in again. He then reaches and begins to pull at the gash in his head. This begins to release the flood gates as Kincaid's head opens up once more. You know this is your signal to bring the tub. You walk over to the tub and grab the gun that is lying behind it. The tub is put in place as Ronnie drags Kincaid over to the tub. He places him over the tub and Kincaid's blood begins to fill the tub. Ronnie takes the blade and slices his arm. He leans over the tub, allowing his face to get coded with blood. The two men's blood begins to fill the tub quickly as Kincaid appears to be slipping in and out of consciousness. You get up and begin to address your wounds. Ronnie takes your spot across from Kincaid and the tub is about three fourths the way full now. Ronnie looks at Kincaid and has him by the ear.)

(McNeil): This is where you will atone for your misdeeds. This is where you will atone for the sins of your past. Bring in the child!

The druid does as he is commanded, and brings in the lifeless body of Amy Kincaid. Ronnie raises Bernard up to see his unconscious, but not dead daughter, stretched out across the pulpit. Bernard starts to shiver, and cry at the sight of his daughter, for now he realizes that this is his end, his end at the hands of the man who's life he snatched from him so many years ago. Ronnie sees the tears, takes a small vile, and fills it with the salty liquid, taking a lick of the man's face, tasting his handywork, tasting his revenge.)

(McNeil): Bernard Kincaid, you took away a life that I never had a chance to live. You took away my past, my parents....for this, I have taken your life. Your wife will rot in federal prison for the rest of her life, and when you wake up, all that will be left is the rotting carcass of your dead child. All because you wanted to be one of us. Now, you will be one....one with me, as I take your only child, take your soul for the honor of my mother and father. Your time has ended. May God have mercy on your soul, because I will have none....

….and with that, a lone gunshot rings out, and the body of Amy Kincaid goes limp. Dead.

(McNeil): Druids, take the tub, have it sent to Lord Senester. We are done here. Leave them.

The druids move as told, and everyone seemingly disappears. No Ronnie, no druids, nothing except a father and a daughter. One dead, the other left to suffer and the scene ends. Senester is still in his office and cuts the screen off.

(Senester): Where is that man Ronnie McNeil? Where is the man I began to infuse with real skill, real determination and drive? Where is the man that I began to give a real life to for once in his miserable existence? Where was he when AC James was calling you a “######” on live television for months on end, and he stood there like a scolded child and took it? Where was he the RWF invaded his home, and he cowered needlessly joining them instead of fighting them? Where was this being in every major match he has had since that time, sitting in the corner while the other boys in the yard rode his bike? When you close your eyes sometimes can you still taste it? Can you taste the tears and the blood of your victim that infamous night? Can you feel the spirit of that spoiled little girl you left dead in your wake? I was making you a man to be feared Ronnie. I was making you a killer. I was making you a man with no remorse, or regrets. I was making you a man who would let nothing in his way. When I finished making this man, I was going to make him a demi-god.

But it wasn’t in you Ronnie McNeil. You say you want greatness. You say you want the respect you think you deserve but you lack the resolve to see it done. Why don’t you have it? Why did you turn from the path of greatness I set you on? Was it your wife Toya? Could you not bare the look of fear on her own eyes, wondering who the man is she sleeps next to and wears his ring? Was it a look of shame of you on her face?

You once told me Ronnie that you were abandoned by every person who has ever gotten close to you from your parents with their death, to every foster family you were placed in, to some woman named Lauren and her abusive husband, and even your so-called friend Bernard Kincaid. You couldn’t trust them, and look at you now…betrayed still by those who once you called friend….such as AC James. At Havoc you stand in the ring alongside three others you cannot trust. Look once more into that mirror I told you to years ago Ronnie. I am the only one you can trust, the only one you ever could. Trust me now when I tell you…take whatever path you wish, but should you choose to come knocking at my gates the defeats and humiliations you claim over others will be a child’s coloring book to the work of art in the portrait that I paint of you. Test yourself if you must, but in this, as in all other things in the end…you will fail. Your time is not now Ronnie McNeil, nor did it pass…it never came because I never gave it to you.