This way comes

[Lessien Melwasul]

~They always called once the open sign was hung. It wasn't like she was one to hide. She was easily found if someone was motivated enough, or young enough not to remember who she actually was.~

"I have been so many things."

~Usually she just threw the phone against the wall in reply. When New York had called she had been so enraged by their tones that she took a chainsaw to the islands only telephone pole. While dramatic, to be fair she was the island's only resident. Things worked out best that way.~

"Alone..."

~Just like the beautiful houses in the suburbs filled with loving families. Lessien was never alone. Betty and Alice made sure of that. Their voices echoed inside of her without end. Pyro's money had purchased Lessien a one way ticket out of the world. A small island in the Puget Sound was her sanctuary, her prison, her mental tomb. She drifted farther off into the edges while Alice sang her endless tunes.~

"But for every dream that shatters, there's another that comes true."

~Alice sang in her usual sing song voice.~

~Betty was usually silent. A disturbing and recent development to say the least. She smoked. She looked. She listened to Alice sing and the years passed, then the phone rang again.~

"It's your life, Lover. Talk to me."

~And the voice on the other end did just that. It was a sound echoing from Sin City, and Alice liked the rhythm. She even hummed along to the speaker's voice until it had said its piece.~

"Women's wrestling is dead. I killed it two years ago and it's never coming back. Do you hear me?"

"Listen to her voice."

~The form of Lessien leaned forward, only the faintest shadow in the low lit room. Her sensitive eyes rested in the easy gloom.~

"It's all the same today. I've heard all your stories before. You come out swinging the

long

hard

nights. But that's all the girls today have in them. It's a night or maybe two and then one by fucking one they will fall away. One by one they will lose interest or implode under the weight of their own unending stupidity until. In the end, you will have the same old boys playing 'Wherever is my big cock now.'"

"Wherever can it be."

~Alice sounded like she was actually looking for them, somewhere in the corner of their mind.~

~A long stream of smoke escaped the lips of Lessien, the cruel truth curled her lips as it escaped. No promoter had found the answer to Lessien's riddles. They had all baited the hooks with money, numbers, titles and cuts. Name four things that bore Lessien to death, go.~

"So again, Lover."

~Betty tapped a long ash free from her Lucky Strike tumbling to the wooden floor beneath their feet.~

"Talk to me."

~Alice requested in fairy whispers.~

"Oh yes, say the magic, fucking word and I will fly right out to you."

~And then a funny thing happened, that even caught the form of Lessien by surprise as she locked up in reply. A reply to the one, single word the voice from Las Vegas had spoken. The one, single words that no one on the island wanted to hear again. There was a long silence it seemed. But inside was a banshee scream of chaos as the mental furniture was demolished and set ablaze. Indeed the silence was so complete that the voice from Las Vegas almost gave up, until a breath cut sharp and in. But still the words were long in waiting.~

"We're coming."

~Alice finally warned them all like the Oracle of Delphi. Betty could only concur completely.~

"She's right, you know and it's all going to be on your head, in the end."

~Responsibility was something that Lessien could not get rid of fast enough. It was the only way she could be truly free.~

"Off with her head."

~Alice, said with much pent up glee and longing.~

"Oh, Sin City."

~The laughter of Betty on the other end was not contagious and did not bring smiles to young lips. The abrupt cut of the line only enhanced it's reverberation straight from the Mind of Lessien.~

[Lessien Melwasul]