Post by Druscilla âProphetâ White on Mar 3, 2021 0:41:10 GMT
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------ The Smoothie King Center -----
----- New Orleans, Louisiana -----
---- February 9th 2021 ----
---- ON CAMERA ---
Dru, slipping from the ring, hearing her name being cheered by thousands of fans, her heart thudding in her ears, smiled. She raised her arms above her head in victory. To be frank, she barely remembered the match. As if she were on auto-pilot. All her focus on winning, nothing else. She remembered stepping through the ropes, seeing Amari come running; then itâs black. Next thing she knew, she looked down to see Kent staring up at her from the flat of his back. She grinned, viciously.
âProphet! Prophet! Prophet!â
The crowd screamed louder as she walked up the ramp, waving to fans, flipping the cameraman off and grinning. Louisiana was her home; she was reborn here. Her soul bleeds for the Bayou, her heart beats to the rhythm of New Orleans, it has since that fateful day she and Danny came to visit all those years ago.
Before she parted the curtain, she turned around, waving to the crowd, drinking it in.
âI did it DannyâŠâ
Her voice was barely a whisper, those crystal blues glanced up above, as if she were acknowledging her lost sibling.
âIâm here.â
She could imagine his reply, that thick voice of his, telling her;
âNow, take whatâs yours. Youâre a Queen, own your crown.â
Her lips parted in a smile as she winked to the camera before slipping between the veils.
Diesel met her with a bottle of water and a towel, his voice faded into the background as Dru fell back into that memory. She missed their brother, dearly, perhaps more than Diesel himself did.
Her dream was cut short when Diesel smacked her.
âDru??â
She growled, slamming her twinâs head into the cement wall behind him.
âWhat?â
He rubbed the knot already forming on his skull. He growled, softly.
âJesus, whereâd you go just then?â
She smacked him with the towel as she walked into her dressing room.
âDoesnât matterâŠ. â
She slipped into a shower, ignoring her brotherâs bitching and yelling over the shower head. Dru sighed. She lathered up, the scent of roses and vanilla filled the air; and as the water ran clear, she stepped out. Fully nude, Diesel spun around. Stammering as he handed her a towel.
âGah! Damnit Dru!!â
She smirked, wrapping the towel around herself as she walked to her locker. Grabbed her street clothes and began to fully dry off.
Black bikini cut panties. Long legs slid into skin tight jeans. Black sheer lace bra cupped her chest as she pulled that torn and tattered Jack Daniels crop top over her head. Those long dipped red curls were piled on top of her skull. Tied by a crimson bandana.
She sat on a bench, pulled her socks on and then those knee high 4in heeled boots. Zipping them up the side, she smiled a bit. Standing, now close to Dieselâs height, she moved to the mirror. Red lipstick painted on her full lips. Little rouge to her cheeks. And finally a dash of sparkle to her eyes. She turned to her brother.
âLook, D, Iâll see you later, ok?â
As she gathered her gear, stuffing it into her bag, she pushed past him heading down the hall.
âHey.. what about dinner??? Cela cooked for hours!!!!â
---- OFF CAMERA ----
Dru faded into the shadows as she continued down the hall, heading to the parking area. Her phone howled in her pocket. Jingling her keys, she answered her phone, coming to a stop beside her bike.
âYeah?â
The voice on the other end was muffled, but Dru had no issues hearing them.
âAnd?â
More muffled sounds, she slung her leg over her bike, sitting on it, her bag resting at her backside, the strap crossing her chest like a shoulder belt.
âSo you found her?â
She slipped in her ear piece, before that helmet covered her face. Her bike snarled to life as she balanced there. Waiting.
âDo it. The Streets run Red.â
She hung up her phone, her tires screeching over the asphalt as she tore out of the parking garage, heading downtown, most likely to her warehouse. Business was about to get personal. Then she made another callâŠ
---- Coven Manor ----
----- New Orleans, Louisiana -----
---- February 16th 2021 ----
---- OFF CAMERA ----
Druâs manor was fully decorated, an immovable float. Due to the pandemic all parades were canceled this year, but that didnât stop the Coven from throwing the bash of the year. Carnival was to be celebrated, experienced, and this one was shaping up to be legendary. Hundreds of people wandered her second home, and hundreds more filled not only her front yard, but the backyard as well. Glitter. Costumes. Sequins. Masks. Food. Drink. Laughter and cheers rang into the night. Show girls pranced around. Cowboys chased women. But the Queen sat by the terrace, her pirate costume almost complete.
Her phone howled repeatedly as updates poured in. Dru had a job. It was being handled, but she was antsy. Anxious. Two things needed to happen before sheâd be fully satisfied. Another howl. She read the message and sighed, she tucked her phone in her bodice, pulling her captains hat from the table. A joint was lit as she walked, boot heels clacking over the hardwood floors, she maintained the facade.
On the outside, she was merry, royalty, strong and steady, but on the inside she was nervous and on edge. Something she never showed anyone.
âDRUSCILLA!!!!!â
Robiâs voice cut the din like a knife, and once the tall woman spotted her, Dru forced a smile.
âROBS!!â
The two women hugged, laughed and chatted about the house and how the renovations had finally finished.
âDoes this mean youâre moving here?â
Dru shook her head.
âNah, Coven is meant as a temporary home. Safe haven for any who need it, whether it's my Coven or the Wolves, all are welcome and safe here.â
Robi nodded.
âAnd, your place?â
Dru shrugged a bit.
âItâs colder since sheâs been gone. Jax, bless his heart, does his damndest to fill it with warmth but I canât help but think Iâm dragging him down.â
Robi knocked her shoulder into Druâs, moving her into the lesser crowded den.
âDruscilla Anne if I ever hear you say that again, I will be the one to smack you.â
Robi glared hard. Dru arched a brow in response, but shook her head.
âLook, youâve been gone for a bit, from almost being shot, to being jumped to MeowlMir to⊠that âŠ. Horrid nightmare. Youâve missed some shit Robs. Wins. Losses. Youâve been up at the cabin getting better, or plastic surgery, whichever, and Iâve been down here. Holding it together. Without Jax and honestly, the Wolves; I wouldnât be here, ok?â
Robi nodded, Gibbs-smacked Dru for the plastic surgery comment, but she did it with love.
âI got it, Iâve been gone. But what Iâve seen is someone whoâs had a shit hand dealt hold it down. Iâve seen you stand tall where others would have fallen and broken.â
Dru shrugged it off. Robi scowled.
âCut the shit, Dru, Iâm not here to stroke your ego; got it?â
Dru snorted, arching that brow again.
âMy ego? Seriously Robi? Thatâs what you think?â
Dru shook her head, turning to walk away before things were said that couldnât be unsaid. Dru was full of storms. A tempest gaining such fury and strength it concerned even her. Robi reached for her shoulder only to see her friend shrug off the touch. Dru hadnât been this brooding since the first time Robi met her. In prison.
--------- 02/14/2014 - 09/11/2016 US Penitentiary, Pollock, LA --------
---- OFF CAMERA - NOT PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE ----
She hadnât begun to settle in, before the shit hit the fan. Dru spent some time in the infirmary after sheâd been processed and issued a cell. But, she made the most of her recovery. The news wasnât good. Sheâd lost a piece of herself, the first month she was inside.
She decided, if she was to survive this, she had to be tough. She had to be fearless. Channel who she was on the outside and steel herself.
Days turned into months, and passed slower than molasses. Her new cellmate, Robi Mitchell, saved her ass more times than she could count. More times than she cared to admit. The two had become quite the pair, quickly. Where one was, the other followed soon thereafter.
An inmate with a trolly came down the line of cells, bringing books to the other inmates, from the library. She stopped at Druâs cell. Robi had been called to visitation, leaving her alone. As the book was shoved into her hands, Dru stuttered.
âI--i Did not order a bookâŠâ
The woman grumbled and pushed the squeaky-wheeled trolly further down the line. Dru arched a brow, sitting on her bunk looking over the book. Faux leather cover. Tattered pages. An old, worn copy of The Shawshank Redemption. Someone was having a laugh at her expense. She tossed the book to the floor, but right before she slung her feet up onto her bunk to lay down, she noticed a small, blue sheet of paper peeking from between the pages.
âWhat theâŠâ
She bent down, grabbing the corner of the paper, pulling it from the book. The print was a fine script. Hand written. The image emblazoned was one she knew well. Her breath caught in her chest.
The text read:
âMs. White,
We have finally managed to track you down, well done. You earned your freedom only to lose it again. Pity. But, we have need of your services, once more. This is not a request. You will be receiving a visitor soon. We can make your stay inside very comfortable, should you make the right choice. Or, we can be the catalyst in your downward spiral. The choice, inevitably, is yours.
The Eyeâ
Dru sighed heavy, her eyes scanned the cell frantically. All she could do was destroy the note. She folded it and popped it in her mouth, chewing it. She swallowed hard just as Robi, and the guard, came into their cell. Dru, forcing herself to calm, smiled as her friend returned. As the guard left them, Robi knelt beside her friend.
âLook, The Hand is saying be patient. Not much they can do, your sentence was pretty harsh, but the evidence was damning.â
Dru nodded.
âI told you, youâll see sunlight while Iâm still stuck here.â
Robi shook her head.
âThey're trying. They have an inside. Give it time.â
Dru scowled.
âIâve given it two years, whatâs 10 more?â
The two women kept their conversation low, unbeknownst to them, however, someone had begun to listen.
Another year ticked by, and Robiâs release came and went. Dru remained inside, being hounded by The Eye. Another visitation day came and she was given a warning.
She met with Katya, once more, but finally she made a choice. One sheâd soon regret.
âDruscilla, you know you miss it.â
Dru shook her head.
âNo, I donât.â
âCome on, you know you do. You were the legend. Deathâs true emissary. When Druscilla was at work, it was like Mozart composing.â
Dru rolled her eyes.
âKatya, I got out. Ok? I want a life, a life outside⊠The Eye.â
Katya scoffed.
âWhat life? In here?â
Dru scowled.
âNo, bitch, out there. Egypt. Scotland. Romania⊠somewhere else. Without the baggage The Eye comes with. I want a chance atâŠ. Love.â
Katya gagged, shaking her head.
âSmoke canât love the wind, Druscilla, Smoke can only evolve. You and I⊠weâre not meant for love. Da? Weâre designed to kill and vanish into the shadows.â
Katya, Queen of speeches, leaned a little closer to Druâs ear.
âWe have a job for you, child. Do it, and we will ensure your freedom. That dream of yours? We can make that happen, tomorrow, not in 9 years.â
Dru closed her eyes, gathering her words carefully. She bit her lower lip briefly, before she opened her eyes and allowed them to focus solely on Katya.
âFine⊠You want me? âŠ..â
She sighed, that wall being built around her heart as the duo spoke.
âConsider me back.â
Katya clapped her hands, smiling big. Dru, she knew deep down sheâd regret this choice, but she also knew this might be her only chance at changing her story. Possibly erasing all the red in her ledgerâŠ
Instead, what Dru got was more red in those pages. Deaths were mysterious in the prison, no one suspected the petite Druscilla; which is exactly why The Eye pulled her back in.
Days before her release, she received one final visit from Katya.
âItâs done. You will have what is needed. We have procured a place for you, all of your gear is within. Money. Passports. Identification cards. The dossier. Everything you requested, Druscilla, is there.â
Dru, thickly cold now, nodded.
âAnd my babies?â
Katya rolled her eyes.
âThor has passed on, your friend buried him. MeowlMir is safe. As for âherâ, weâre watching her. No one but myself and Dorcek know of her existence. It will stay that way as long as you are one of us, da?â
Druâs brow furrowed, a twinge of anger in her eyes. Using a child as leverage was a new low, even for Katya.
âLet one thing happen to her, and you will never see the bullet that ends your reign.â
Katya laughed, patting Dru on the head, as if she were a child.
âGood little one, biting the hand that saved your perky ass is a one-way street to letting that little rebenok meet the same fate as her mother.â
Dru snarled, fighting back her anger; in order to keep her safe, Dru had to tow the line⊠For now.
âFine.â
Through gritted teeth.
âOnce Iâm settled, Iâll begin.â
Katya smiled, picking up her skirt slightly as she stood from the metal table, blew a kiss at Dru as she turned on a heel and sauntered out of sight.
âFuckâŠâ
Dru sighed, shaking her head.
-------- Coven Mansion ------
----- New Orleans, Louisiana ----
---- February 20th 2021 ----
---- ON CAMERA ----
Jax, with the camera in his hands, sought out Dru, searching the mansion from front steps to the attic, but just as he wandered onto the terrace, her voice rose gently.
âOut here baby.â
Dru, broody as ever, sat on the edge of the terrace, her legs dangling over the deadly drop. He walked to her, a question obvious on his face.
âWhy ya out here, love?â
She pulled her face taut, shrugging softly, reaching up to touch his cheek gently.
âOk, letâs do this. Yeah?â
He nodded, focusing the lens on her, adjusting the lighting as needed. He motioned, with one finger, that he was recording.
Dru, adjusting her stance, taking a long drag from her joint. She sighed.
âA gauntlet match. A shot at a title. Are you all ready? Are you ready to try and weather this storm?â
She laughed, those crystal blues almost haunting in the light against the black sky.
âAtty, youâve lost your shot. You held that belt once upon a time, but like a fool you got cocky. Complacent and you let that bitch Barbie doll take it from you. You showed belly. You are not a threat to me. Just another body to be thrown out of the ring.â
She took a drink of her DruBrew.
âThe rest of you? Kieran Kelley, Jupiter, Alex, Richie⊠Iâve never heard of you. The silence is deafening. Are you in this to try and carve a name out for yourselves? I donât see this match ending well for any of you. Iâm not going to go easy, pets. I hate all of you. I will bash your skulls. I will break your fingers. I will be the one to stand on your knees and laugh.â
She laughed, flicking the ash from her joint, before she took another puff.
âThis new bitch, Karen. Thereâs no managers here, dear. Who are you going to complain to? Hmm? Are you going to try and speak to my boss? Hereâs the deal, pet, you will not win. You have no shot in hell at overthrowing me. I Will be the one who faces that bitch, Michelle, and I Will be the one who takes her crown and stomps her back into the ghetto she slutted herself out of. Is that ok, Karen? Are you offended, Karen? Do you need a âsafe spaceâ, Karen? Are you shaking, right now, Karen? Want to borrow my hairspray, Karen? Did you know, Karen, the 90âs called? They want their styles back.â
Jax snickered behind the camera as Dru âcame forâ Karen. This was a prime example of why he loved this woman.
âLook, Iâve faced many before you morons. I have a good track record. I earned my place, I didnât need to fuck my way to the top, or cry to get my way, or speak to the manager to get where I wanted to be. I worked. I shed blood. I broke bones. I went hungry. I didnât sleep. I fought. I fought like fucking Hell to get where I am now and I am not about to let you little no-name cock-riding egotistical twatmuppets get in my way. Not even you, Atty.â
She stood up, those knee-high leather boots glimmering in the moonlight, fading into that pair of black, ripped jeans. The tanktop, one she was proud to wear, sported the Fade2Black logo.
âI will be the new face of Fade2Black. I will be the title-holder.â
She took a step closer to Jax and the camera, looking straight into the souls of any who dared watch.
âIâm not a daughter of a witch you didnât burn, honey, Iâm the reincarnation of the ones you did. Are you scared, pets? Do your knees shake? Does your breath catch in your chest? I can smell your fear, pets⊠and it smells glorious!â
She laughed, that Wolves of Odinn bandana wrapped her skull, holding the thick curls of that silver hair in place.
âWelcome, pets. Itâs a new era, pets. Iâm coming for you, Kieran Kelley. And you, Alex Scott. Atara Themis, you too girl, donât think I forgot. Jupiter Raegan, Richie Florida, you two will know the meaning of fear at Mardi Brawl. And little, tiny Karen Flowers. Get your complaints in now, honey. Because once you step into that ring, youâre on my turf. Iâve thrown the gauntlet, letâs do this, bitches!â
Another step towards the camera, she grabbed Jaxâs hand, pulling it closer to her.
âMardi Brawl will bleed. Alabama, Roll Tide wonât survive here. Itâs a Bayou Flood, can you survive?â
Before she could do her signature sign off, Jax peeked his head from behind the camera.
âThey say to take your shots, and I canât see my life without you. To protect you, and be there for you forever. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?â
His freehand held a black box. The lid opened. Inside lay a ring, black gold band, entwined with rubies and diamonds as it flowed into the shape of a rose. The petals, stunning rubies, the center a perfect diamond. Dru gasped, dropping her DruBrew to the ground as her hands covered her mouth in shock. She looked from Jax to the ring and back. Diesel stepped in and took the camera, allowing Jax to take her hand and kneel on one knee.
Dru stammered for a moment before her thoughts, discombobulating finally recombobulated, allowing her to speak.
âJaxson⊠Youâve given me more than I ever thought I deserved⊠Fuck babyâŠ. All I can say is.. YES! A thousand times YES!â
As he slid the ring on her hand, she flung her arms around him, falling down to his level as he remained kneeling. She cried, him kissing her softly, she wrapped herself tightly around him, all focused in the moment. She kissed him in return before looking back at the camera, and her brother.
âCome Mardi Brawl, you will find out why Iâm called Deathâs Emissary. Write your wills. Kiss your loved ones. Itâs my time now.â
As the couple, braced by Jax himself, stood slowly, he turned to look at the camera. All that the moment needed was that signature smile. And thenâŠ
It all began toâŠ
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