𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬, COLLISION.
𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐 , and i am on trial for something i did not do. my wrists are RAW WITH VIOLENCE , & marked with the 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 - 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘴 and hatred for an innocent [wo]man. i can hear the muffled sounds of blurred - out sobs of a mob begging for my death. the judge begins to deliver a sentence i already know : “ VERDICT : 𝚠𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜, 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙳𝚊𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚒 ——- ” i open my mouth to plead my innocence, but my voice is a 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳. THE RAINBOW HAS FOUND ME , and the world collapses in on itself. WELCOME TO THE MADNESS STREAM, next stop : [ ??? ]
DATE UNKNOWN. LOCATION UNKNOWN. IN THE DARKENED CONFINES OF A SLEEPING LAB, RAC SHADE FINDS HERSELF OUT OF TIME, OUT OF HER MIND,
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. THE SOFT WHIRRING OF A VELVET BLUR BLINKS INTO THE VAST EMPTINESS WITH A FAMILIARITY FOREIGN TO RAC, RED AND YELLOW, RED AND YELLOW, BECOMING UNDONE INTO THE FORM OF A MAN ABOUT TO RECEIVE THE SHOCK OF HIS LIFE.
AN ARMY OF GORILLAS, and a gang of old creeps busting my balls. what more do i need ? the to run away sinks in the pits of my stomach, the soles of my ragged - ran feet trailing FLAMES BEHIND ME. “WE’LL GIVE YOU A CALL,” what the hell does that mean ? i’m just as much apart of this team as the bat, why am i being treated like last week’s CHICKEN ROT PIE ? ❝ harry truman, doris day, RED CHINA ... JOE DIMAGGIO [...] WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗,’ since the world’s been turnin.’ ＷＥ ＤＩＤＮ’Ｔ ＳＴＡＲＴ ＴＨＥ ＦＩＲＥ！ ❞
SHADE THE CHANGING WOMAN: EXCUSE ME, COULD YOU TELL ME WHERE EXACTLY I AM ?
❝ NO, … we didn’t light it, but we tried to —— - 𝑶𝑯, 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑻. ❞ 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢.
𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 .
@gothmite .