Imagine.
Ye ol' standard local news stage, a desk with mugs of supposedly coffee (but does anyone TRULY know what's in those mugs?) sit on the desk, an obviously fake backdrop of a cityscape floats gently as the air conditioning kicks on. Behind the desk, sits Mitaxia, her boots propped up on the desk as she leans back, her arms behind her head. She doesn't straighten up, she doesn't speak, she doesn't move, except for raising her hand, and snapping her fingers...
NEWS FLASH - URGENT REPORT!
An abandoned boardwalk sits, desolate after years of being ignored. The echoes of so many "happy" memories carry on the wind, doing nothing more to send shivers down the spine of everyone within listening distance. A house of mirrors sits ahead, in a state of disrepair that betray the decades of neglect. Suddenly, the happy echoes being carried on the wind turn sour, screams of delight are replaced by shrill sounds of terror, anguish, and dread. Flashes of a match that happened once upon a time appear before the mind's eye, the House of Mirrors suddenly an ominous backdrop.
Mia Rayne vs Azrael - Hope on a Rope 1.0.
They started in a house of mirrors, similar to the one that is currently being etched upon your inner eye. Fighting their way through, they find themselves in a room filled with every weapon imaginable. Chairs. Tables. Chains. Tacks. Crowbars hanging from the ceiling. Of course there were ladders, because at the center of the room hung a lone straight jacket, swinging on a rope. The object? Well, it was to get your opponent into the straight jacket and drag them out of the building of course! Mia and Azrael fought as hard as they could, this is where Mia found her weapon of choice, Lynk, her trusty cast iron skillet. In the end, it was Azrael that fell to Mia's hands....
STATIC
(Not the happy kind, but the really irritating, you want to put your head through a window kind)
Mitaxia reappears, in the same place as before, unflinching, not saying a word. She doesn't have to. The backdrop behind her begins to drip with blood, the blood forming around one word, one number, and two symbols when put together, form one of the most common emoticons in today's society.
INFERNALIA
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The scene fades to black as the puncturing silence is replaced by the sounds of a simple and ordinary alarm clock...
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Tock