Birth of a Monster : Chapter One : A New SYNN
Feb 22, 2024 17:29:04 GMT -5
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Post by brooke on Feb 22, 2024 17:29:04 GMT -5
”Tribulations huh? What is one to do when their whole damned life has been one big tribulation?”
A crack of lightning rushes behind the once pretty face of Brooke Hernandez, the former OCW Paradigm Champion. Her face now accented by scars, or what seemed to be the representation of scars. She shook her head as she walked in front of a dumpster that was burning like the lit end of a candle during a thunderstorm. The filthy homeless people gathered around it for warmth all mumbled under their breath as Brooke continued.
”Speaking without making any sense. That is what happens when Juniper takes to the camera. Juni, fancy seeing you here. You and I are on similar paths. Kind of funny seeing as everyone sees you as the pinnacle of our little alliance. OCW World Champion forever right? We are on the same tier if this little grouping that Welsh has put together is to be believed. I am not that pretty little blonde bimbo that you tried to rescue. I have done some soul searching and have come to the realization that you need me a hell of a lot more than I ever needed you. There is one facet of this business that you don't have the brain power to possess.
Humanity.
You hide behind the face paint and the riddles. You hide behind the decay but what is truly decayed is your heart. Your soul. Your inner being.
Juni, you and Synn have become one and it is a shame to see. I did everything in my power to show you humanity and all you did was try to scare me. Try to intimidate me. Try to break me down.
You can't break that which is already broken, Juni and you know that. You saw I, too, am a broken being and it scared you. For once in your career, you saw a fear that you couldn't face. You saw the true meaning of horror. It wasn't in the mirror like you thought but deep within the black depths of my soul.
It doesn't matter what you or anyone else has to say in this little game we call the Tribulations for the Daymare has already won. The Daymare has grasped the fear by the balls and made it my bitch. Juni, you have created a monster. Where you saw a weak little bunny, now stands a chupacabra in the night. A rabid blood thirsty monster that simply cannot and WILL NOT be stopped. I will not be contained by your little definition of what you want me to be. You want to see fear, Juni? See me. Watch me. FEAR ME!”
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The telephone rang waking me up from a deep sleep. The nightmares had plagued me for what seemed like an eternity. I answered the phone with a groggy voice.
”Hello?”
The voice on the other end was not able to be heard as my jaw dropped and I threw my red iPhone 15 across the room. It shattered against the wall as Rosa looked at me.
”Brooke, baby, what is it?”
I teared up as I looked at my fiancee. I was visibly shaking.
”That was Jessie. She delivered the news that Mom didn't make it. She.. she's dead.”
Rosa pulled me close as she kissed my forehead. I cried louder as she whispered in my ear.
”When is the funeral?”
I shrugged as I shook my head.
”You know Dad is going to let me be nowhere near the funeral. He had me barred from the hospital and slapped me for showing up. I'm not invited to the funeral. He will do anything he can to keep me from being there.”
Rosa laughed, not in a funny haha way, but an almost maniacal cackle. She shook her head as she stood up and grabbed her keys.
”Come on Brooke. Get in the car. We are gonna pay dear old dad a visit. I won't take no for an answer. You and I need to do this before we get married. We need to confront that bigot and let him know how bad of a person he is “
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”The Triad has redefined our profession and many fans and companies have embraced them for being the forefront of a change in climate, a change in habitat. What about those of us who have tried and tried again only to be told “sorry kid you didn't make the cut.” Twice now Welsh, TLS, and PIC have overlooked me. They have left irreparable scars on my love for this business and never again will I in fact be whole. Never again will I be the pretty little Barbie doll that I was a year ago.
Welsh, you and your band of brothers have helped SYNN finish turning me into the monster the world wasn't ready for. You have taken this one proud young lady and turned her into the Daymare. I am the nightmare that you love to dream of. I am the wet dream that becomes a little too real and causes you piss yourself and you don't know why.
Many people may think they know me or know enough about me. The only person in these tribulations that truly knows me… is me. SYNN can fake her way through it but the likes of Keeton? York? I am but an afterthought to them and that is mistake number one. Just when you think I am done, I will strike with a vengeance that will strike fear into anyone and everyone I come in contact with. I am the night and I am fear. I am… the Daymare.”
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The black Jeep stops in front of the house of the Blakely’s. Rosa looked at me with a stern yet concerned smirk.
”Its now or never Brooke. You want to be free of the grasp he has had on your life and our life together? We need to go up here and tell him how you feel.
I bit my bottom lip as I shook my head side to side in defiance.
”No way in hell can I do this. Love him or hate him he is still my father. He helped create me and he raised me. If it wasn't for him years ago, I wouldn't have ever heard of Zoe. Had I not heard of Zoe, we wouldn't be together right now. He is..
Rosa cut me off quickly.
”He is an asshole and a bigot. He is a threat to the livelihood of us and other LGBT people out there. He is a threat to society and we need to deal with him. Are you just going to forget how he slapped you at the hospital? How he slapped you around like a fucking rag doll when you were growing up? I'm tired of this false narrative that just because you are blood related with someone it means they can do whatever they want without consequences. You and I are going up here to let Harold Blakely know how we feel about him.”
I nodded as we got out of the car. Rosa grabbed my hand as we walked up to the door. We rang the doorbell as my dad answered the door.
”Well well well. If it isn't the rainbow brigade.
Before he could continue I slapped him across the face.
”You're going to hear me out and you are going to listen to every word. You will not continue to degrade the woman I am in love with. She and I are getting married soon and my name will be changing. You kept me away from my mama as she fucking died and you feel no remorse for it. You are a terrible human being and if Jesus were to come back today he would be very disappointed. He teaches love and you respond with hate. Hate toward a group of people I happen to be a part of. I am a proud Pansexual woman. My wife to be is a proud Hispanic lesbian. She and I are in love and even if you don't like it we will be married to me. Keep up the hate and you will die alone and pathetic. Its 2024, start acting like it!”
Rosa and I began walking back to the car. She kissed me as my dad fumed with anger. Rosa and I got back in the Jeep and headed off into the sunset. I was done living my life in constant fear of not fitting in. I am who I am and that is all there is to it. I am Brooke Hernandez, wife of Rosa Hernandez. I am the Daymare. I am grabbing the bull by the horns in these tribulations and I won't let go.
A crack of lightning rushes behind the once pretty face of Brooke Hernandez, the former OCW Paradigm Champion. Her face now accented by scars, or what seemed to be the representation of scars. She shook her head as she walked in front of a dumpster that was burning like the lit end of a candle during a thunderstorm. The filthy homeless people gathered around it for warmth all mumbled under their breath as Brooke continued.
”Speaking without making any sense. That is what happens when Juniper takes to the camera. Juni, fancy seeing you here. You and I are on similar paths. Kind of funny seeing as everyone sees you as the pinnacle of our little alliance. OCW World Champion forever right? We are on the same tier if this little grouping that Welsh has put together is to be believed. I am not that pretty little blonde bimbo that you tried to rescue. I have done some soul searching and have come to the realization that you need me a hell of a lot more than I ever needed you. There is one facet of this business that you don't have the brain power to possess.
Humanity.
You hide behind the face paint and the riddles. You hide behind the decay but what is truly decayed is your heart. Your soul. Your inner being.
Juni, you and Synn have become one and it is a shame to see. I did everything in my power to show you humanity and all you did was try to scare me. Try to intimidate me. Try to break me down.
You can't break that which is already broken, Juni and you know that. You saw I, too, am a broken being and it scared you. For once in your career, you saw a fear that you couldn't face. You saw the true meaning of horror. It wasn't in the mirror like you thought but deep within the black depths of my soul.
It doesn't matter what you or anyone else has to say in this little game we call the Tribulations for the Daymare has already won. The Daymare has grasped the fear by the balls and made it my bitch. Juni, you have created a monster. Where you saw a weak little bunny, now stands a chupacabra in the night. A rabid blood thirsty monster that simply cannot and WILL NOT be stopped. I will not be contained by your little definition of what you want me to be. You want to see fear, Juni? See me. Watch me. FEAR ME!”
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The telephone rang waking me up from a deep sleep. The nightmares had plagued me for what seemed like an eternity. I answered the phone with a groggy voice.
”Hello?”
The voice on the other end was not able to be heard as my jaw dropped and I threw my red iPhone 15 across the room. It shattered against the wall as Rosa looked at me.
”Brooke, baby, what is it?”
I teared up as I looked at my fiancee. I was visibly shaking.
”That was Jessie. She delivered the news that Mom didn't make it. She.. she's dead.”
Rosa pulled me close as she kissed my forehead. I cried louder as she whispered in my ear.
”When is the funeral?”
I shrugged as I shook my head.
”You know Dad is going to let me be nowhere near the funeral. He had me barred from the hospital and slapped me for showing up. I'm not invited to the funeral. He will do anything he can to keep me from being there.”
Rosa laughed, not in a funny haha way, but an almost maniacal cackle. She shook her head as she stood up and grabbed her keys.
”Come on Brooke. Get in the car. We are gonna pay dear old dad a visit. I won't take no for an answer. You and I need to do this before we get married. We need to confront that bigot and let him know how bad of a person he is “
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
”The Triad has redefined our profession and many fans and companies have embraced them for being the forefront of a change in climate, a change in habitat. What about those of us who have tried and tried again only to be told “sorry kid you didn't make the cut.” Twice now Welsh, TLS, and PIC have overlooked me. They have left irreparable scars on my love for this business and never again will I in fact be whole. Never again will I be the pretty little Barbie doll that I was a year ago.
Welsh, you and your band of brothers have helped SYNN finish turning me into the monster the world wasn't ready for. You have taken this one proud young lady and turned her into the Daymare. I am the nightmare that you love to dream of. I am the wet dream that becomes a little too real and causes you piss yourself and you don't know why.
Many people may think they know me or know enough about me. The only person in these tribulations that truly knows me… is me. SYNN can fake her way through it but the likes of Keeton? York? I am but an afterthought to them and that is mistake number one. Just when you think I am done, I will strike with a vengeance that will strike fear into anyone and everyone I come in contact with. I am the night and I am fear. I am… the Daymare.”
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The black Jeep stops in front of the house of the Blakely’s. Rosa looked at me with a stern yet concerned smirk.
”Its now or never Brooke. You want to be free of the grasp he has had on your life and our life together? We need to go up here and tell him how you feel.
I bit my bottom lip as I shook my head side to side in defiance.
”No way in hell can I do this. Love him or hate him he is still my father. He helped create me and he raised me. If it wasn't for him years ago, I wouldn't have ever heard of Zoe. Had I not heard of Zoe, we wouldn't be together right now. He is..
Rosa cut me off quickly.
”He is an asshole and a bigot. He is a threat to the livelihood of us and other LGBT people out there. He is a threat to society and we need to deal with him. Are you just going to forget how he slapped you at the hospital? How he slapped you around like a fucking rag doll when you were growing up? I'm tired of this false narrative that just because you are blood related with someone it means they can do whatever they want without consequences. You and I are going up here to let Harold Blakely know how we feel about him.”
I nodded as we got out of the car. Rosa grabbed my hand as we walked up to the door. We rang the doorbell as my dad answered the door.
”Well well well. If it isn't the rainbow brigade.
Before he could continue I slapped him across the face.
”You're going to hear me out and you are going to listen to every word. You will not continue to degrade the woman I am in love with. She and I are getting married soon and my name will be changing. You kept me away from my mama as she fucking died and you feel no remorse for it. You are a terrible human being and if Jesus were to come back today he would be very disappointed. He teaches love and you respond with hate. Hate toward a group of people I happen to be a part of. I am a proud Pansexual woman. My wife to be is a proud Hispanic lesbian. She and I are in love and even if you don't like it we will be married to me. Keep up the hate and you will die alone and pathetic. Its 2024, start acting like it!”
Rosa and I began walking back to the car. She kissed me as my dad fumed with anger. Rosa and I got back in the Jeep and headed off into the sunset. I was done living my life in constant fear of not fitting in. I am who I am and that is all there is to it. I am Brooke Hernandez, wife of Rosa Hernandez. I am the Daymare. I am grabbing the bull by the horns in these tribulations and I won't let go.