Post by Druidess on Aug 7, 2010 22:48:58 GMT -5
Kandle WILL find you!
The Undertaker, Kandle, emerging from the Bearer family tomb by 'MaddMorgan'. There are 11 others like this that came into PNT’s offices back in 1999, but this one has always been a favorite of mine.
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Shadow Warrior looks down at his arm. Pouring fluid, he rips off his shirt to wrap the wound in a hasty attempt to stop the bleeding. He does not look up at all from the corner he has settle upon in this place. He’s ....ashamed. Ashamed that he could not deal with the situation himself.
Embarrassed and feeling some loss of honor, Shadow Warrior slowly lifts himself up and walks towards Reivyn Poe, urging her to be silent as he tends to her foot which seems to be quite injured.
Knelt in front of her, and cuffing her ankle carefully, his eyes roll into his head, he slowly emits a white aura around his body as it begins to cover Reivyn's foot. He was speaking a prayer, but only a few distinct words can be made out by the girl. Shadow Warrior falls back just slight; his pupils coming back to him.
"Is that any better?" He ask. The presence of another moves behind him. "Are you okay, Widow?" He asked massaging Reivyn Poe's foot one last time before standing up.
Reivyn Poe swung her eyes across the stone room. “Yes.” She began, but stopped. Sitting there in silence, she took a moment to absorb all the sounds she heard. Nothing familiar here. Somewhere, water dripped --That much she knew-- and the wind soughed loudly as if rushed through a chimney pipe.
“Where .. Where are we?”
“The Phoenix, Kandle's place." Shadow Warrior's voice echoed in the dank interior of the granite domain, "I've been here before."
"Kandle?"
The question came to Poe, but soon perished all at once upon the shaded outline of a man that Shadow was rising and stepping to greet, “Kandle.” He said to the man. “Why did you save us?”
"Oh, Shadow! You are hurt! So much blood coming from your arm!" The Widow holds the shirt tightly applying pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. Then with tears in her eyes, starts to mildly scold him.
"Never do that again! You could have been killed and then what would I do without you? You must be more careful.” Her fretting cooled. “It looks like we both can be fearless to the point of fault. You are indeed a warrior, but please, please, be a LIVE warrior...Not a dead one. The ground is full enough of dead warriors. You must not become one of them."
The Widow then pulled Reivyn close to her and Shadow Warrior, and held onto them as if they were children, not noticing the confused look on both Reivyn and Shadow's faces as she looked up at man, Kandle waiting for him to answer the question Shadow had asked him moments earlier.
Only the Phoenix’s eyes spoke for him on his behalf. She was. He was. They ALL were asking for centuries worth of explanation that had even toyed and teased him. Most importantly, made death forget him, and probably life as well.
..You somehow dwell in an existence that is neither dead nor alive. Knowing both heaven and hell but can never greet either....never greet either.
Belle, love’s ancient words, ran a course through Kandle's mind. They were memories that glossed his eyes as he watched Widow holding the torn linen tight round Shadow Warrior's arm. Entranced by the crimson stain stealing slowly across the fabric, Reivyn Poe felt the urge to shake him, but it was the Shadow Warrior who actually spoke: "Kane? Are you alright?"
All the thoughts and all the memories, exploded and fell away like falling dust back to the places they had come. The Undertaker, Kandle stiffened and clamped down on his lips against the cursed urge ...The need. The want. Instead he turned to the Widow Catherine who was still scolding warrior.
“How much you must truly love him...To scold like that, I mean.”
Obviously he had chosen to disregard, or at least temporary, Shadow’s question about why he had taken it upon himself to save them from the creature, Falcy. What did it even matter? As Kandle lit up a stand of candlesticks just nearby, Reivyn Poe felt herself pull into their fluttering dance. Notwithstanding, how he appeared. Undertaker? .. The Undertaker? His voice, the allure of it, the sensation she felt when hearing him speak. As if a warm ribbon of words had curled around her, pulling her towards him, cascading through the air only to wrap themselves around him. Apparently, Kandle took notice of it.
“You are trembling, my dear. Like a sapling in a gale.”
“No. I ...”
“My mother before this time had died giving me life.” The Phoenix switched the subject. “The childbirth was much too great for her, I was told. My Father never forgave me for it, of course.” He adds, lighting another prop of candles, "Women often died in childbirth. Why, Belle tol —"
The rest of his speech suddenly just stopped mid-throat. Whatever he had meant to say, vanished with a deep breath.
"What?" Poe quested.
"Nothing. They.....they are ancient joys. Forgotten things that were sheltered once in another time. I should learn to forget them." Kandle looks at the Widow, "Dead warriors, Widow? No insult to me, I hope.” He grinned with milky, ivory points scarcely hinting, and then chuckled.
Poe rubbed her arms. The wind filtering in from the outside was chilly and now hunger was gnawing at her stomach.
"Soo.." She quivered, "Where are we anyhow?"
“In the tomb of my great-grandfather... William Joshua Bearer."
A brand-new voice caroled from the stone staircase and, with glowing lantern swinging in hand, Paul Bearer puffed at the bottom step with bundles of things tucked under one arm and black bangs askew across his forehead. “No one would EVER dream to look here." He mused.
As he finally reached the bosom of the room, however, Poe's eyes had bloomed to the size of golf balls.
"Who is she?!" Paul snapped his head like a spindle, looking hard and wide at Kane. “Kandle! You know of the secret! You know what can happen!!"
Kandle just put his finger up to his lips, "Shhhh .. She was there."
"You're putting me in danger, Kandle. How long do you think Falcy's going to stay ignorant to what's going on!"
"What IS going on!" Poe stepped backwards towards Widow, "Why is PAUL BEARER HERE?!"
There was no answer from Catherine. She had turned ridged.
"Oooooops." Warrior groaned and shot a glance at Kandle, "I didn't get a chance to tell her yet."
"Is she supposed to know?" Paul revealed his package as rolls of blankets, "It's not safe to go up to the parlor just yet. Falcy's rooming about."
"He didn't see you come?" Kane inquired.
"No. I'm sure of it."
"Poe is with us, Paul. We're all together." Shadow Warrior added and now Reivyn threw her hands up. "Ohh..ohhh..wait! Wait, wait, wait...Someone explai.."
Paul handed her one of the blankets, "There's nothing really to explain. I'm using the covering of my supposed ‘Occult’ operation in order to gain knowledge for your benefits. Thus far no one suspects a thing, and they know nothing except what you obviously still believe yourself —That I am against you all." He smiles up at Kandle with the same measure of pride as that of a father to his son’s achievements. "MY Undertaker has shown me the light."
Reivyn Poe pointed at the mortician, "So. So you're the ‘Unrevealed One’?!!"
"Respectfully..Yes."
Slowly now....tenderly, Bearer attention now move to the Widow. Inching towards her, his brow creasing with grief? Guilt? “Umm.. Cathy?" His tone softened. "Here...If you'd like...Umm...You must be cold. I , ah .. hope you won't mind waiting? Then I promise we can return to the parlor for food."
Poe looked at Kane... Kandle... whomever this person was. She looked at Paul Bearer, and looked at everyone else in the crypt. She thanked Shadow for healing her foot, but her face still wore the puzzle and now twisted in confusion.
"So basically everything I was led to believe about the Undertaker was nothing but bullshit!, huh? Every ounce of chivalry, dignity he had when he donned the purple, every soul of evil he took to defeat, everything I ever believed is nothing, huh?” With a whine, she cried, “Why the hell do I even FIGHT?!"
Tossing her sword to the side, it clanked across the floor., her head buried in her hands. The unexpected reaction forced the Shadow Warrior to her side in an effort to calm her.
“Not the response I had anticipated.” Bearer said.
"Don't worry.” Shadow began. “You'll slowly understand. It took me a long time to comprehend, and yet, I still don't know the answer to all my questions. Sometimes, I don't know what the questions even are." Shadow rears his head around to the Widow, wondering what her outburst earlier had been all about. He wondered what she might have meant with such a ‘maternal’ exclamation. His eyes rooted on her for just a moment more, he winced at the possibility of that explanation. Instead he looked at Kandle.
"Reivyn Poe is here for a reason, Kane. Fate would have never had us here, unless Poe were of some importance to our cause. We both know why I'm here, and why Widow is. But why she would be brought into this ...I barely know her myself. I would ask Widow. What I am wondering, Kandle, is why Falcy so scared. What would have him scared when you appeared? Yet, with me he always seems so sure. Do I lack something...something my dear friend never taught me in training?" The Shadow Warrior sighed suddenly as he hung his head, "Forgive me. I'm young and impulsive, but still I have many questions and need answers."
Pausing...staring...searching, The Widow accepts the blanket from Paul as he wraps it around her shoulders to squeeze up next to her. "I have no idea how long we might have to be here. You'll keep much warmer this way in a huddle." He comforted.
"All this time.” Catherine’s eyes wore the same garment of sadness as Paul Bearer had when he first offered the comforter. “It wasn't you." She stammered. “I--I feared you. I hid from you. All this time I hid from you, and you knew where I was all along. You knew everything about me. You put the urns in the crypt knowing I would go there, so you could watch me. You knew He, he would try to find all of you through me. It wasn't just a dream. He...Hee-e —Oh! Omigawd! It wasn't a dream. SHADOW!"
The Widow jumped up to her feet with revelation and all sorts of newly harvested exposition, and turned to the boy. "Shadow, you are in more danger than you can possibly imagine! Him. Your father ...It wasn't a dream! I know it now. It wasn't a dream!” Catherine was fanatic. “He won't get you!” She belted. “I won't let him have you!"
She spun around grasping the lapels of Bearer's jacket, "Oh, Paul, don’t let him! Don't let him have any of my children! Just tell me what to do, I will do it!"
As the Widow Cat fuss over the truth, in the second it took for Reivyn Poe to cry, just as quickly the room became what it was meant to be in the first place —A Tomb. A grave. And now pain and detachment ebbed in the eyes of the Pheonix. He spoke no words, but his undecided expressions toyed with and played out waves of remorse upon his antique face. His steel-toned eyes begging Poe’s understanding.
“It is not bullshit.” Kandle's heart pleaded.
He hung his head settling on Reivyn's discarded sword glinting to the way side, and then to Widow.
Do you not recognize me, my mother? In silence his mind asked as he glanced at her soundlessly. Here I am, Mother! I'm here! I AM Here! Shadow? ...Shadow do you ‘really’ undertstand?
“But, but...That's NOT true!" Kandle finally sounded aloud and he bent towards the confuse-riddled Reivyn Poe, "That's not true. Undertaker IS everything you always believed him to be. A creature of pride and dignity held and given. What has happened is —”
Brows ruffled in spit, and Poe cut him off with one finger pointing stiff.
“You!! WHO the HELL are YOU anyway?!" Her fury washed over his form from head to foot examining the attire of cloaking blackness. The wide brim hat was too familiar, like some cherished heirloom in her memories. The customary long, black coat was just as same, save for the fall of a cape drapping from the shoulders and hugging his arms where vanilla-colored ruffles wreathed his wrist.
“WHAT are you?!!" She continued coldly.
"Poe..." Warrior went to say, but quickly she snapped. "NO! No, this ...this ...‘thing’ just shows up outta nowhere to tell me how much time I've wasted on lies and all your dirty, little secrets. I gave every bit of myself to a fight I don't even know who I'm fighting, nor if it even exist. Now Bearer.. PAUL BEARER?! How long have you known the truth about him? After I lived in fear, scared for all of you! ..All lies! LIES!!"
"But they're not lies." Paul protested, "They were necessary. If it had been allowed to happened any other way, then truly everything you could be afraid of, would surely be a reality."
Reivyn Poe's look pegged him like darts, "Sooo.. Who's fault is this? My God!" She crumbled instantly, "Ohhh Gaawwwwd!!!"
The confidence that Kandle had was washing away. Afterall, this was his curse. HIS...
"I know this is difficult to fathom," Warrior tried to sooth her. "All will be explained in due time, but you must trust Kandle on this. He knows everything about what's going on and how to combat it. Don't you, Kane?"
"Please believe in Undertaker." Kandle appealed. "He's only lost, and has been blinded by the whims and obsessions of a man who knows no forgiveness or mercy. He has a powerful grip on him, and he is ultimately possessing in the words he gives." Kandle grasped her hand in pity, "Oh, Poe. Believe me. I'm not what you are thinking I have become."
"You?" Poe's sparked question, "I .. I was talking about Undertaker."
Ebb Tide. Like crashing waves.... flinging wayward souls back and forth and crushing them upon the jagged rocks of time. Ebb Tide. ..Always felt. Ebb Tide ...always there.
As her eyes begged the question, Kandle's heart sank as a under-current ran the length of their rocky respite, “I know."
He pinched back the bruise caused by her hurt. Maybe Reivyn did scream and holler violently, but the Pheonix also knew exactly why and how come. He had always known the hearts of his Creatures, and knew precisely what, individually, had cause each of them to want to follow him. Follow him through hell, need be.
“I know.” He started again. “I know it because I AM Undertaker.”
He broke away from her to the steps that lead up to the outside. Without another word or glance more, he climbed up out of the tomb. Reivyn Poe, however, peers down at her hand. How it felt just now when he touched her. That vibe. That, that...
“Undertaker?” Alarm gorged her. “UNDERTAKERRRRR!!!”
Watched as Poe sprint up the staircase after Kandle, Shadow Warrior sprang to his feet ignoring the dull, pulsating pain pounding in his arm, "Wait! Reivyn!!"
Paul grasped his shoulder, "No, Warrior.” He said, urging him to sit back down. “I think Poe needs this moment alone with him. If it's going to come out, then it has to come out now. She's going to have to learn herself. There's nothing you can do to make that easier for her."
Warrior paused at the bottom stair, teeters, and then turns back to Widow. Paul follows with his lantern still in tow and settles again beside her.
"I'm sorry your questions have been stalled by this, Warrior. Once Reivyn knows, then we can gain the knowledge to others."
"There's TOO many questions." Widow huffed.
Paul's lips played with a smile, "I will do everything in my power to do as you asked, Cathy. I swear it on all my love for —" Bearer paused. Frozen a moment, the spheres of his eyes waxed as they crawled across her face before turning to the floor at his feet. “— On m-my...love for you."
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The Wind is so discontented tonight.. Treacherous, and yet so beautiful as it plays upon the sea out there..and the waves, endlessly pushing them back onto the shores, only to hurl them onto the rocks without mercy once they reached that distant goal and then to pull them swiftly away back into the black, barren depths from which they came in the first place. ...Such a endless, eternal process. Such a portrait of torment without reprieve.
~A Poem; "The Tragity of Kandle"
~A Poem; "The Tragity of Kandle"
Time ticked slowly without words. It gave Reivyn Poe a moment to absorb the music of the night outside the old granite tomb. Crickets chirped endless chords. Somewhere farther away, invisible in the darkness, a owl suddenly hooted. Clouds leapt across the face of the sound, and the voice of the wind spoke through the bending bodies of trees.
The being, Kandle had crouched beside an aging and badly broken gravestone; its letters was long since scoured to bare nicks. The gale rose strong and harsh for a spell, and it whipped hers and Kandle's hair and clothing forward.
"I.." He started. His face colored with gray and white mix. "Didn't expect you to understand, but you are asking for a lot. There are things I'm not so sure you can handle." His fingers stroked the gray slate.
Reivyn crouched beside him, "I want too. Are you Kane? Undertaker? Half? Both??"
Kandle dropped his head again. “The battle you question now IS very real. It is the violence of the wrath of the unknown that alludes you. Years ago, I swore you would not understand the Darkside. You do not know what goes on there. Perhaps now you can believe me."
"Are you Undertaker?"
"I was."
Reivyn Poe's left eyebrow forged a question mark. But he started again..
"Many, many, years ago. Far before your birth, I roamed as real, as alive, and free as you are now." Kandle lifted his head and eyes at the memory, "Once so much like you..so long ago. I ..can't quite remember how it feels to be so separate from the night. Neither name you give is wrong. I, this history, encompasses this present.”
Again Kandle stroked the stone looking upwards to the clouds, like knife-like slashes cut in the night sky above, where the moon was playing peek-a-boo with stars. Reivyn studied his face. The tone of his voice was so much that of her Deadman that if she just closed her eyes, he would surely be there .... Or, was he already just like he said? Kandle was a absolute carbon copy right down to the twitch in his lip. It was as though 1991 had leapt out from her old video tapes back home and was sitting here now beside her in total disregard to the year 1999.
“Where have you been, Undertaker?” She asked.
“I’ve been ... dead.”
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NEXT SCENE: The history of the Man in Black., Oh! Such weakness thus to piddle from the truth that like the centuries’ approaching dawns prior, before the eastern sun would slant its warm rays upon the vine-clad slopes, he would be sleeping yet again with the quiet dead.