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the rank smelling stomach of fear fell Breeze, unable to stop himself he fell
onto a large pink pillow. He looked around and saw love hearts all around him,
he felt light headed with butterflies in his stomach. A beautiful little baby
with soft white wings and long golden hair sat on the other side of the
pillow. She started to walk towards Breeze, walking on thin air, with each
step bright pink crystals came splashing from her wings, the baby started to
fly straight at Breeze, giggling all the time. Breeze looked to have yielded a
bit but then his face hardened again, Breeze was not a sucker for love, at
least not again. But it was the ultimate temptation. The temptation of love
was more tempting than anything else and even the people with the darkest
souls, but Breeze’s soul was amongst one of the very darkest and before the
small babe reached him he fell plummeting into a pool of thick purple water,
the water stunk of… resentment came to his mind. He looked ahead at him to
see a tiny purple ball with dark yellow eyes filled with purple veins in them
stretched across bubbling over the water and then bouncing one bounce at a
time. Breeze laughed at the funny little creature. Resentment reached up to
him and jumped high, it sprang up directly on top of his head, Breeze dropped
down through the water and down a tube, the tube was coloured orange, bright
orange and he kept sliding through it, occasionally getting stuck in the
purple slime, clotting up this tube. Breeze came crashing down from it and
into a black damp cold room. The pit of despair was as Breeze had expected it.
Maybe that was obvious considering all this came from his imagination, or so
he hoped. Or did he? He couldn’t see where he was going but something
touched him, he couldn’t see it but he had a suspicious it was a huge hairy
leg of a spider, he walked strongly then slowly began to lose energy, he was
crawling by the time he reached light, he dragged himself from the pit of
despair and fell down and down, he fell through a surface of cool water and
fell and fell into a pure pearl of white magnificence. He was inside the
bubbled pearl, and started to walk through the water of this huge lake. He
suddenly felt better than ever, inside of hope, a part of hope. He continued
to walk through the lake, or floating. Eventually a huge dragon came flying
down from the air and into the lake, it plunged down and caught Breeze, it
continued to fly through the vast lake, underneath the water the whole time
holding into Breeze. It finally started to go faster until eventually it
wasn’t water they that was surrounding them it was time. They burst through
it and came out into a huge white field of snow, the snow wasn’t cold. The
dragon left suddenly, Breeze turned back around and saw a huge white tiger in
front of him. Maybe 6 feet tall without standing on its hind legs. Breeze had
been nicknamed The White Tiger Of Hatred a lot, he had a sneaky suspicion what
to expect. He followed the white tiger through the snow and through a forest
of white trees. He walked and walked and finally came to the bottom of a
tremendous mountain, he was about to climb, but he felt himself being lifted
and a second or less later he stood at the top of the mountain. It was a
simple top, completely flat of marble with a platinum throne in the very
centre of it. He looked around and stood there was the baby of love, the small
creature of pain, the giant of fear, the creature of despair, the dragon of
hope, the spider of despair and various other creatures symbolizing other
things like remorse, aggression, unhappiness. All creatures, all shapes, all
sizes, all colours. The White Tiger stood in front of him, his eyes black with
hate. He stood up and roared, each creature cried out with him and then flew
into the Tiger. The Tiger because brighter and brighter until it was one
blinding ray of light. It died down to reveal the same Tiger. It’s eyes were
pure white now, like all the colours merged to make white as it did in
reality. The White Tiger had the symbol of Hate on its chest and forehead. It
roared and Breeze fell to his knees. Breeze struggled up with all his might
and turned round away from The White Tiger. He spread his arms out and roared
himself. The Tiger plunged into his back and Breeze blazed into the pure white
light of Hate. The light left and Breeze was bigger, his blonde hair had
turned white and flowed in long, long braids down his back. He opened his
eyes, they blazed with pure light. He fashioned a long white cloak and a
platinum necklace. He turned and sat down on the throne. He was the King Of
Hate and the King Of Everything. As he always thought. Pain, Fear, Emotions,
Despair, Aggression, Devastation, Happiness, Love = Hate. They equalled what
he was and that gave him more power than anyone else. He laughed, his white
eyes glowing with an unholy hatred… with an unholy power Breeze’s
eyes found fresh new light of reality as he woke up that morning, nothing
really mattered except victory and he was sure he was going to get it, very
sure in fact. He looked out at the new day, at the fresh cut gardens of his
mansion, at the flowers blooming and the sky towering over the earth in all
its wonder. Breeze thought about it, not long would be his match at the Pay
Per View, it mattered. It mattered a lot, he had not lost in a while and this
wasn’t the time to lose. Not now, not like this, not to Devastation or to
Aaron Smith or the Jacob Sterling. This was not their time, this was
Breeze’s. The time would come for him to crush his opponents and be take up
his position as The Child Of Hate, he was coming and nothing could stop him.
He was too powerful, too powerful Breeze:
The White Tiger is prowling now, he can’t be heard but he will strike, he
will leap. He’s coming… He’s coming… Breeze
started to laugh as he breathed in the fresh air FADE OUT |