Kimberly Williams vs. Sarah Wolf vs. Autumn Valentine vs. The One vs. Deanna Frost

[TheOne]

GENESIS: The Final Chapter (Part One)

As had become the case when my mentor and friend was there, for a couple of years, things began to become very routine and "status quo."  Since she had tried to take control away from The One, everyone had taken the consequences as a sign that they needed to just deal with things, and once again, stay off of The One's radar.  For most, it was easy.  They stuck to their run of the mill routines, playing games, reading books, and doing things that would never draw any unnecessary attention their way.

I continued to, effectively, be a rebel...

Now I admit, it probably wasn't the best idea.  I was getting to the point where I was going to be of age where I wouldn't be able to be legally mandated by my parents to do what they say.  I'd have my freedom.  But something still didn't sit right for me, and I felt that I needed to continue to do what I felt was right, and for the greater good.  So while everyone else tried to lay low, I pretended to do the same, but I exploited the flaws in the eystem by using that emergency exit that was never reset to violate every rule I could...

It first began with just that little excursion, seeing The One escort The Oracle to some special building that first time, and then using the tree as a way to train.  But as I began to realize, more and more, that nobody paid any attention to me disappearing for hours on end, I decided that I wanted to find out more about The Compound and most importantly, The One, himself.  So as nights being there continued, I would venture further and further away from the kids complex.  I scoured the areas for any ways for us to be tracked or any surveillance, and I quickly realized there wasn't much.  There were cameras near the entry and exits, but inside, there wasn't much.  I used this knowledge to begin sneaking into buildings, finding out what I could on how the "business" was truly being ran.

A lot of the information I found, I didn't really comprehend initially.  But with time, came my ability to learn more and more how people were being exploited for money, and in return, given a "safe space" for their sexual exploits.  I realized that initially it was an innocent endeavor by people who had the same kinks, but eventually turned into a money making venture, and way to blackmail people for more and more money.

I didn't have plans for this knowledge.  I didn't know what I could do with it.  I was just a kid.  But I also knew it was always better to be "in the know" than "in the dark," so I filed it in the back of my brain figuring it would come in handy someday.  But I would also never press my luck and be too far from the kids area for too long.  I knew that being away was risky, but being away for an extended period put myself in extreme danger.  So when I would feel like I learned something that day, I would call it a success, and go back and "check in" inside the complex.  Once I knew nobody knew I was missing, I would return outside, and commence using the tree for training.

It was a routine that I got into until ultimately there came THE day that would change my life forever.

As my family made their way into The Compound, like any other instance, everything seemed normal.  I got out at the entry way, and waited to be carted to the kids complex area.  I get taken, per usual, and it was this moment that really marked the last moment of normalcy I would ever see at The Compound.

As the former "new kid" walks in, she's given looks by all of the kids, who always look up as the entry way opens.  Upon seeing her, everyone simply returns back to what they were initially doing, understanding that it was nothing "surprising" happening.  The girl does, as normal, and peeks into the closet to ensure that the emergency exit is still not armed.  Upon seeing it still completely ignored, she slowly weaves her way toward the back door.  She never wants to make a direct line for the exit to avoid being noticed.

Once safely at the emergency exit, she slowly unlatches the door, and uses the pebble to prop it open.  She goes into the shadows and decides today she wants to watch.  She wants to see things that happen around The Compound, similar to when she saw The Oracle being escorted by The One.  And today, she gets to see it again.  The cart is seen being driven by The One to this back building, when the little girl that has been identified as The Oracle of The Compound.  Something, however, is different.  After leaving The Oracle, The One looks in the girl's direction in the shadows, as if knowing she's there.  She's done her reconnaissance and knows there is no way for him to see her without any kind of special glasses, which he isn't wearing.  She sees The One smile, and then leave the area.

She figures this was not intentional, and continues to sit and watch.  She sees the adults enter the building after The One leaves, and continues to wonder what happens inside with this girl, and why she is dubbed "The Oracle."  After seeing nothing, she takes her time with the tree, which now has no bark in the areas she has been using as a punching and kicking bag.  It's almost become smooth with the amount of contact it has taken.  She's also always had a curiosity of why nobody has noticed this tree being so stripped of bark.

After her normal period of time outside, she decides it's time to make her cameo inside, per normal.  She slowly, and gently opens the door, and closes it behind her.  As she comes around the stack of chairs and tables that shield her, she is immediately greeted and surrounded by all of the kids, with The One standing in the middle, and beside him, none other than the one kid who, way back before her family ever entered the confines of The Compound, had tried to befriend her, by his side.  The One is standing there smirking, and pats the kid on the back.

"The One": You know... I didn't believe you at first, but you were right... She was breaking a whole lot of rules and leaving...

The kid smiles and nods.  The One looks back at the girl.

"The One": Care to explain yourself?

The girl knows her options are limited to non-existent with safe options or answers, so she just decides to throw caution to the wind.

Me: You took away my entertainment, so I was bored... Decided to find my own entertainment...

The One smirks.

"The One": Heh... And you think sarcasm is going to help you?

Me: Do I think it'll help me with what?  You?  Honestly I'm beyond the point of caring, if I am going to be honest...

There are some sporadic gasps from some of the kids, as the girl just doesn't hold back with her disdain for The One.  The One, still smirking, approaches her.

"The One": Oh I've been waiting for you to cross me.  I've had my eye on you since your little PATHETIC friend tried to be all high and mighty.  And now... You are being defiant with me?  Heh... I get it... You have, what, a year left until you can MAYBE be out from under my thumb?

Me: No... I have a year until I AM...

"The One": Oh no... You see, with what you have been doing, for I don't know how long, you're now going to suffer.  Your family is going to suffer.  Hell, if I find out you are friends with anyone in this building, they're going to suffer.  You're going to be the example, and because you're underage now, I can make it contractually long enough to where it last WELL into your "legal" days.  Trust me... You are about to hate your life.  And if you don't, then I will try harder to make you.  I am the boss here... I am the LAW here... I thought I made it clear a long time ago for you...

Me: You can't do that!

The One walks up to her even closer and bends down.

"The One": Oh really?  And what are you going to do about it?

The girl just stands there staring at The One.

"The One": Exactly... Just like your little friend, you're going to do NOTHING... Actually, I take that back.  You're going to be doing a lot.  You're going to be doing whatever I TELL you to do.  You're going to be making me look better and better, and making me more and more money.  You want to go out and prune the trees like you were just a few minutes ago?  Oh boy will I have some trees for you to prune, branch by branch.  You want to look around The Compound?  I'll give you a reason to look around, when you are picking up trash from every corner.  And your family... They will be forced to wait on you.  They won't be allowed to even go home until you're done.  I will OWN you, and if I don't, I will OWN your family instead... Face it, kid... You fucked up!

The girl rears back and slaps The One across the face.  The slap is one that comes with enough force to make many kids watching have their eyes go wide.  The One's head snaps to the side, and he adjusts his jaw side to side.  As he turns back, without hesitation, he returns the favor, hitting the girl across the face, sending her to the ground.  A couple of random kids make a move to check on her.

"The One": NO!  Nobody helps this piece of shit.  She's ruined every one of your lives already, and if anyone even THINKS about doing anything nice for her, for one, I'll know about it because I have eyes in here, as you can now see.  Secondly, you'll be joining her in the sheer volume of manual labor that you'll be doing.  And like I said, you'll all be doing your fair share already, thanks to her, so I'd think twice about WHO I was helping.  All you fuckers understand?  You guys are nobodies to me.  Your parents are simply paychecks for me and you are just worthless.  If I had my way you wouldn't even be allowed on the premises and I wouldn't be responsible for you.  You all OWE me for even being safe here... I could let you all just try and live on your own with nothing... The Prophets don't ever look in here... Nobody knows if you guys are even given what you're supposed to.  So I could do nothing, and get away with it, and right now, that's about to happen.  So enjoy whatever is left in this building.  Because it's all about to go away...

BECAUSE OF HER!

So when you're life is hell, when you hate coming out here because there is barely bread and water for you, and the money "for your comfort" is going in MY POCKET instead, look at her and remember why your life sucks...

The One looks at the girl and smiles.

"The One": ... Damn I'm about to enjoy this...

He turns around to leave, and sees the mass of kids behind him.

"The One": MOVE YOU FUCKERS!

The kids all part, like the Red Sea, and he begins to walk through them.  The girl wastes no time jumping up, and officially following in the footsteps of her mentor...

Me: I HEREBY CHALLENGE THE ONE FOR SUPREMACY OF THE COMPOUND!

The One stops and slumps his head, mumbling to himself.

"The One": Oh God here we go again...

He turns around and sees the girl, bleeding from the corner of her mouth, staring him down, ready for a fight.

"The One": You SERIOUSLY want to end up like your little friend, and not exist anymore?

Me: No... I want to end up watching you be drug out of here by your ankles because I TOOK YOU OUT!

The One begins laughing, as does the kid who ratted her out.  The girl walks up to the boy and rears back and throws one punch, knocking him out cold.  Her eyes then go back to The One.

Me: You're next, dickhead...

The One begins to laugh again at her demonstration.

"The One": Ha ha... OK kid... Whatever you say... I'll gather the crowd, send the cart for you, and make sure your parents have a front row seat to this because their baby girl is about to disappoint them, and ruin their lives, all in one night...

The One turns around laughing as he leaves, and continuing to talk to himself, excited about what is about to go down.  Some of the kids look at the boy, still unconscious, and then the girl.

Me: Help him...

A group of kids quickly tend to the unconscious boy, and the girl's eyes remain fixated on the door, waiting for her moment to finally put up or shut up.

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{PROMO}

I want everyone to think about a time that they had to fight for something, and by fight, I mean physical, emotional, literal, theoretical, however you want to define it, but you had to FIGHT for something.  I want you to think about how you felt, what you felt, and what you had to do to successfully come out ahead when you did fight for it.  Or if you didn't come out ahead, I want you to think about what you learned from the situation.  Did you grow from it?  Did you sulk?  Did you give up and just quit everything all together?

This is the situation that I stand before you in, in the eyes of many in SCW.  I came in with guns blazing, and a mission.  I made that mission clear, and at first, I was pretty successful in making sure that everyone realized that I wasn't some flash in the pan, or wannabe walking into a world I didn't know.  Instead I showed the world that I was someone who could Blitzkreig an entire industry with no formal training and take whatever routes necessary to accomplish my goals.

And then, like I said before, I became complacent...

But that's where I ask you, what did you do?  How did you react?  Did complacency take over?  Or did you hear from others that you were doing as they expected you to do?  Because that's what I'm hearing.  I'm hearing people say that The One is just doing what every other newcomer does.  She comes in, full of piss and vinegar, does something immediately, and then tapers off to find where she "fits" in the overall puzzle.  I'm hearing people tell me that I'm doing just what they expected, and what others have done, and you know what, that isn't who I am.  I don't do what others do.  I don't fall in line, and fit into place.  I'm not some fly by night individual who can just be told to stand in line because "that's what I'm supposed to do."  If you're going to expect something of me, tell me to do something, or God forbid, think you have some POWER and RULE over me... Heh... You had better be ready to back it up with some way of MAKING ME because that's just not the game I play.

Now I understand that for a lot of people here, that's not a commonplace type of thing to be dealing with.  I understand that defiance is not normally met with cheers and rejoicing.  I know from my reading of SCW history, that those who go against the grain, don't play by the "unwritten rules," and do things in their own manner, tend to be blackballed by many behind the scenes.  I know those individuals typically have to work harder, or in some of the more successful cases, TAKE MATTERS INTO THEIR OWN HANDS...

And if you watch what I've been doing, lately, I think you know what path The One is walking down...

You see, SCW needs someone like me, someone to go against the grain and push the envelope for it to succeed.  It is a formula, an integral ingredient, and a HISTORICAL FACT, that Supreme Championship Wrestling is at its best when someone comes out there and doesn't play by the rules, doesn't conform to the standards, and just does things by their own judgment.  It's what I am doing day in and day out, and at first, it worked.  I stopped, and things became status quo again.  I had SCW beginning to realize that things were evolving to a new level, and then I stopped, so the onus is on me to that role back, but this time, not stop.  This time, like I said before, it's time for me to be the chaotic entity that shakes SCW to its very foundation and really makes everyone around it question their own motives.

And at Apocalypse, everyone will question that very thing...

While I came in not caring about accolades, titles, and what not, like I have said I was SCW to do, I am the same way.  I am evolving.  I see what a championship can do for an endgame, or an ultimate goal.  It can be a very integral piece in changing the way that people act, people think, and people perceive things.  And with a title like the Underground Championship, it just brings out the evil and sadistic tendencies of any and everyone who holds it.  It can be the biggest, friendliest, face on the roster, but the minute they become King or Queen of the Underground, they no longer look at things from a rules perspective.  They look at it from the mindset of pain and destruction.  This is a world where it's not WHEN you walk out of the ring, you either feel like a winner or loser, it is IF YOU EVEN WALK OUT.

Blood...

Skin tearing...

Stitches...

Staples...

These are all things that are a guarantee for every single one of us who are walking into Apocalypse.  It's not IF we experience pain, it's HOW MUCH CAN we experience before our bodies just give up?  And I'm one of those examples of people who have walked through the gates of Hell in my personal life on numerous occasions, feeling pain, seeing myself bleed, knowing just what it feels like to know how simple your mortal life is, and yet, I walked out of those gates just like I walked in... Under my power, under my conditions, and ready to do it all over again.  And that's what it takes in matches like this.  This isn't about technical wrestling, high flying, or any other definition of a "style."  No... This is about endurance and pain tolerance.  And I don't know about my opponents tolerances... I don't know the depths of which they'll go... But if they are willing to go further than me, if they are actually CAPABLE of allowing themselves to take more pain, more suffering, and more punishment than me... Not only do I applaud them, I feel sorry for them...

You see, this match isn't something to necessarily be proud of, if you win.  It's not something to be proud of if you can say you have a pain threshold above others, to allow yourself to be bloodied and battered beyond any logical reason.  It means you've been through some shit in life that you don't wish on anyone else, but know you can put up with.  It means you are willing to be the one who doesn't surrender to blood loss and skin flapping around while you throw another punch.  It means your numb to the situation because life has made you that way, and while in this instance it's beneficial, it's also a bit of a curse.

So to my opponents, to that locker room, I want you to listen closely.  I told you in the past titles didn't matter to me, and on the surface, they really don't.  But in the bigger picture, down deep in my soul, this one fits The One like a glove, and gives me the opportunity to show why I am the catalyst for the next chapter in this company.  It represents the lengths we are willing to go to succeed, and I have ALWAYS been willing to take it past any limit I thought I had.  It's how I became The One.  I stepped up to the plate against someone bigger, meaner, and more willing to do things to me than he thought I would do to him.  Yet, here I stand.  I've stepped up against emotional and physical abuse my entire life, with people wanting to take me down, beating me with weapons, making me bleed, and telling me to just stay down for my own good...

And I said FUCK THEM ALL!

I started with Taking Hold of the Flame, here, and I battled through I don't know how many others, and made people realize I wasn't just some nobody.  I then made people BEG for mercy, until I got my way.  I've had "moments" here that I have called "defining" but here we are with another one.  This one, though, defines me as someone dangerous.  It defines me as someone SCW opposition should FEAR.  It tells everyone I am not going to be scared of anything or anyone, especially at anytime.

So I definitely look at this as a career defining moment.  Prominent names in SCW.  People will successes over me already.  I see so much possibility in this match that I cannot just write it off as meaningless and not worth a LOT for the future of what I want to accomplish here.  So I hope that everyone is listening.  I hope that everyone is paying attention.  Not just those in this match.  Not just those higher ups in the corporate offices.  I mean EVERYONE.  This is going to represent a lot for me personally, and if I don't make it personal then why am I even here?  This is my chance to prove who I am and WHAT I am capable of.  This isn't just idle talk or idle threats...

I'M WILLING TO FUCKING DIE TRYING!

So everyone had better bring their best, bring their worst, and bring a little extra after that because The One is walking into Apocalypse someone everyone is probably overlooking, and when the dust settles, when the smoke clears, when the smell of flesh and blood finally quits permeating the nostrils of anyone and everyone inside that arena, the evidence will speak for itself.  Bodies will lie strewn about.  Mothers and fathers will cover the innocent eyes of their children.  But there will be something that nobody can deny, and that is that there will be ONLY ONE person left standing.  It will be a face left smiling.  It may not be the prettiest, and in fact it may be one of the most gruesome because of the lengths they were willing to go, but... As I have always said, like death and taxes, it'll be the only guarantee for the night...

And new...

THE ONE!

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GENESIS: The Final Chapter (Part Two)

Did I write my own obituary?  Did I just put my family in danger or at risk of something I never even thought of?  Am I ready for this?  Every possible racing thought is running through my head at the moment that I call out The One, and tell him that I wanted to take his throne and his power away from him.  I didn't truly know what I had done or what I had put myself into.  All I knew was that whatever I had done, there was no going back.  There was no escape.  It was something that I had to see through to the end.

I do feel a sense of pride, however, regardless of what happens, and what consequences I may bring on myself and my family, should I not succeed.  In the end, this isn't about me.  This isn't about the girl from the Midwest who was never liked or accepted by her peers.  This is about the girl who was taken under the wing of a strong woman, who believed in a greater good in life, and passed that ideology down to me.  I feel a sense of pride knowing that I walk in there carrying a legacy she started.  Win or lose.  It's about showing people that the fight is worth it and tyranny is not the answer.  It's about the fact that someone can hold "power" without making others feel indebted to them, without making others feel inferior, without making others be treated like scum because the person in power feels they have that right.

Regardless of the outcome, I feel I did what was right...

But the reality of the situation didn't get any easier for me to not feel nervous about because waiting for that cart to pick me up felt like an eternity.  Everyone stood there, staring at me, and I could feel their anger.  In their minds, I had just sent each of them to their own respective version of hell.  And then there was that boy, finally coming back to consciousness, realizing I had put him on his ass, and being told I was about to stand up to the man who I saw as the ultimate bully.  I remember his smirk.  He had ratted me out after trying to make me feel comfortable.  Why?  Why would he do that to me when he was acting like a peacemaker all of those years ago?  Was it for his own successes?  Was it for his own protections?  Was it just because he was someone born to be a narc and was just acting like he was completely in character?  Short answer... I don't know... Long answer... I never knew... The truth was I didn't care.  At this point, it was going to be hell on Earth one way or another, so his traitorous ways didn't matter one bit to me.  I had exacted my revenge on him.  I had put him on his ass, and I had made him forget anything normal about the life he lived for a moment in time.  I showed him I wasn't just some girl... But I was a girl who could send his body into an effective Blue Screen of Death, and force him to have to reboot.  He got my message... And now I had to move on to the "bigger boss battle..."

And this battle would not be as easy as a twerp who simply sold me out...

So I waited, for what seemed like an eternity, and then the cart finally arrived, and the walk toward the door made me feel like I was making the woman's walk of shame after a one-night stand.  All eyes were on me.  If the funeral march could have played, it would have.  But I walked, proudly, and with intent because I was ready, I was going to go through with it, and whatever happened, happened.  And as I got the exit, I turned around and looked at everyone.  Some people legitimately looked scared for me, and almost seemed teary.  Others rolled their eyes and chuckled, as if I was walking the Green Mile.  But the last person I saw was that kid, and I just smirked.  This was the moment I had trained for.  This was the moment I had been preparing for.  If I wasn't ready to execute my plan to perfection, then you know what, I should have never had the confidence in myself to even step up to the plate.  I wanted that kid to know that should I come back, I wouldn't forget what he had done.

And hell would hath no fury like a woman's scorn...

The golf cart begins to make its way around the final turn of The Compound, before approaching the main building.  As it comes around that corner, all of the patrons stand outside in a semi-circle around the front entry way, with The Prophets standing on the porch, with The One beside them.  The cart comes to a stop outside the semi-circle, and the challenger gets out, and looks around at everyone.  The semi-circle slowly begins to split and make a path for her to walk through, and she takes a deep breath and makes her way to the middle of the mob-like group.  She comes to a half right in front of The Prophets and The One, and then looking over to her right she sees her family.  Her mother's mouth is covered, and she is in tears.  Her father mouths the words, "what did you do," toward her.  All she can do is smirk back in their direction because out of the corner of her eye she sees that she is being approached by The One, himself.  As The One gets to directly in front of her, he stops, and turns, standing beside her and looking up toward The Prophets, who begin to speak to their members.

Male Prophet: Tonight is a night where we must all look to these two individuals and see our future.  There has been a challenge to the leadership and position of The One by this young girl.  It was done in the fashion we have deemed appropriate and legitimate for this challenge to be brought to our attention.  As such, this girl and The One will face off in a fight that will be to the finish, determining who is truly superior enough to protect us and our interests here at The Compound...

The girl is shocked to hear the phrase "to the finish."  When her friend challenged, and didn't succeed, The One made it seem like it would be "to the death."  This idea makes her think that her plan may actually work.

Male Prophet: ... You see, for those of you witnessing this for the first time, The One is our protector.  They are here to ensure our safety from the world, so we may have our peace within these walls, without the prying eyes of those who don't live the same lives we do.  We rely on The One to safeguard our identities, our secrets, and our children.  We rely on The One to always ensure that nobody is here who shouldn't be or engaging in activities that we prohibit.  It is a role that was created for ALL of our protections.  For years, The One has served us mightily.  He has been a bastion of safety, ensuring that we can all enjoy ourselves without penalty or persecution.  But should someone feel they can do that job better, represent us better, protect us better, and set us up for future and long term success, we have created this process where ANYONE may challenge for the role, at anytime.  This young lady feels she is in the position to do so, and by challenging as she has, we assume she knows what this entails.  She must best The One, and TAKE from him what he has rightfully held for this length of time...

The Prophets continue to drone on about the process, the meaning behind it, and the importance of the strongest always being in the role of The One.  The girl nonchalantly takes a step backward in a way that just makes her seem she is adjusting her stance.  But then out of nowhere, before anyone is told that it is about to begin, she takes one more step back and then rears back and kicks The One right in the groin, sending the head of security directly to his knees.  There is a collective gasp and shock among those watching, especially The Prophets.

Male Prophet: ... Wh... What are you doing?!  Nobody said...

Before the male Prophet can complete his comment, the girl interrupts.

Me: ... Nobody said anything!  Especially about rules... And this guy, your "One," always told us in our complex that only HE made the rules...

The Prophets are taken aback by the complete lack of respect the girl has had for the situation.

Male Prophet: No!  That isn't how this goes!

Me: No... It is... You said it's a fight to the finish, right?  Well...

She takes a couple more steps behind The One, still on his knees, and then runs at him full speed, delivering a thunderous knee strike to the back of his skull.  The One goes face first into the ground, completely unconscious, and bleeding from various orifices of his face.  She stands up, simply dusts her clothes off, and then her hands.

Me: Well I guess there's your finish... That was easy enough...

From the middle of the silent crowd, there is a shriek from a woman.

Mother of "The One": MY BABY!

The woman quickly emerges and runs to see The One, completely unconscious, and in a definite risky state.  The girl walks over to the woman and pushes her out of the way, before reaching into the back pocket of The One, and pulling his cell phone out.  She rolls the unconscious man over, and sarcastically lays down beside him.  She smiles, gives a thumbs up, and takes a selfie with the man she just incapacitated.  She then stands up, and sets the picture of her and his lifeless body as his wallpaper.  She tosses the phone to the man's mother, and smirks.

Me: Make sure you always remind him to never forget the day he cross THE ONE!

It was at this moment everyone else's eyes went wide, as the girl had done just as The Prophets had said.  She had taken the title from the man, and bestowed it upon herself for the first time.

She then walks toward The Prophets, and up to the porch area beside them.  She smirks at them, and the callous and cocky attitude finally freely emerges.

Me: ... Well I guess it's my watch now!

The Prophets, having never been in this type of situation before, look at one another and simply shrug.  Technically, the girl had done what needed to be done.

Male Prophet: Well... I guess so...

They then made the official proclamation to the members of The Compound.

Male Prophet: Well... For the first time, we have had a moment we did not expect.  We now have a new bearer of the moniker of The One!

There are murmurs from the crowd, as The One makes her first statement to the members of The Compound.

The One: Everyone... Plain and simple... Things around here will be changing.  There will be new modes of security implemented to protect and serve each and every person here.  No longer will this be a place of blackmail and extortion.  I am not here to line my pocket.  I am here to protect you, your children, and most importantly, The Oracle.  I'm not here to make your lives a living hell.  So from this moment forward... Any "punishments" you may have on you from that piece of shit lying in front of you, they're all forgiven.  So expect changes.  Expect things to be more relaxed.  Expect things to feel more at home.  As far as I'm concerned, my job isn't to make your life hell.  My job is to ensure you are safe and enjoy yourselves.  But...

The One looks at the mother of the man she just took the position from.

The One: ... As for you two... Tell him, when he finally wakes up, I expect him to leave every dollar he still has of these people behind.  You both are no longer welcome here.  And if you say anything to anyone, I'm sure The Prophets will know how to make your lives a lot more shitty than I ever could with the people they know.  You understand me?

The woman continues to cry and try and get her son back to a state of consciousness, as The One turns to The Prophets.

The One: Now... I have an order of business that I must tend to...

She immediately leaves the porch, and the throngs of people, again, part like the Red Sea.  She approaches the gold cart, and tells the driver where she wishes to go.  Within minutes, they are outside the kids complex, and The One asks the driver to go open the door.  As the door opens, all of the kids turn and look, knowing what has just happened.  As The (new) One walks in, there is a collective gasp from all of the kids.  She was back, and she was effectively unscathed.  She grins from ear to ear, and reaches back toward the driver who opened the door.  She is handed something, and turns her back to all of the kids.  They can see she is doing something, but cannot make out what.  But it is when she spins around, she's applied the mark of The One to her face, over her eye, that shows everyone that one of their own was now in charge.

Everyone's jaw drops.

The One looks around at everyone, before uttering her first words to those kids who are ones she is now sworn to protect.

The One: Times are changing... And now... You all fucking matter!

The kids collectively cheer and charge her.  They all begin to high five and embrace her, and The One cannot help but smile.  For once, she is not the outcast of the complex.  Now she is The One of the people of The Compound as a whole.  And now the people finally realize they have The One of them, and not The One of his or her own.

And in that moment that was it.  The battle had been fought, and the battle had been won.  I had avenged my fallen friend.  I had displaced a tyrant who had made everyone's life hell for years, all for his own pleasure.  I had done it.  It was a sense of accomplishment and finality to the horrors I had been enduring that was necessary for MY future.  Finally I had come out of my shell to write the most pivotal chapter in my life, and I did it on my terms.  I had been guided to the right path, and given the shoes to walk it alone.  I had been given the tools to build the beginning of my legacy, and like any good carpenter, I crafted something special.

But as one chapter ends, another begins.  I now have responsibilities I must uphold.  I have set standards to people that I must keep.  I have set myself apart from the past and it's my job to prove that I am not someone who is all talk, and only able to take cheap shots when necessary.  Bringing that tyrant down in the way I did was the way he deserved.  He didn't deserve to go out on his shield.  He deserved what he got.  His mommy crying for him because her precious baby got a boo boo.  And now it's time for The One to represent something it never has.  And it's my job to do it.

Or else... I'll be the next one to fall at the hands of someone willing to lay it all on the line for justice...

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