Post by dsb on Dec 31, 2017 18:24:25 GMT
The fans at the FAWN Arena are still milling about after the broadcast has gone off the air and the ring has been cleared when the massive FAWNtron flickers to a live feed of a very haggard Yoona Park. A number of fans who follow the couple on social media recognize that she’s sitting in Camille’s former bedroom at the Cosworth family residence in San Antonio. Her eyes bloodshot and puffy, Yoona begins to speak to the laptop from which she’s streaming.
YOONA PARK
“Lady… Fiona… Waterford…” she spits the words out as if they were distasteful. “What you did tonight was… was...”
She takes a sharp inhale of breath, closing her eyes as she pinches the bridge of her nose.
“The brass just called to offer me a shot at your title next month… as if that’s fucking supposed to… to make up for… like that’s gonna bring back...”
Yoona pounds her fists against the table, causing her laptop -- and by extension the video feed -- to shake. She purses her lips and squints her eyes, gazing off to one side and looking very much like a woman who wants to cry but who has already run out of tears.
“I… I… can’t even… I...” Park starts again, uncharacteristically stuttering for a few seconds while her face darkens with malevolent, gelid rage. “I -- I -- I…”
Finally, she rears back and lets loose an anguished howl, her entire body trembling with the effort.
“I WASN’T THEEEEEERE!”
Overcome with guilt and self-loathing, the Korean repeatedly pounds the top of her right fist into her forehead as she berates herself.
“Worthless…! Fuck… fucking worthless…! Shit…! SHIT!”
When her self-flagellation fails to produce catharsis, Yoona shoves her balled-up hand in her mouth to muffle a furious, primal scream. She bites down so hard that her teeth cut all the way to the bone, blood oozing out of her lacerated knuckles and running all the way down her forearm. Fortunately, after ten long, uncomfortable seconds, Yoona withdraws her hand from her mouth before she can permanently mangle herself. She hangs her head in misery, her bangs hiding most of her face from view as her shoulders heave up and down and up and down with every labored breath.
“Damn it… Goddamn it all…!” Park wheezes before the rest of her words are lost to a series of dry, hacking sobs.
It takes a full minute before her self-control starts to return, and the FAWNatics watch in mesmerized, horrified silence the entire time. It takes another minute after that for Yoona to regain enough composure to speak again, then she lifts her head and brushes her hair out of her face, staining a few locks red with the blood from her self-inflicted wound.
“I came to this country to get away from the ones closest to me,” Park begins again. “I couldn’t be what they needed me to be, so I ran. I ran all the way across the world, an entire ocean away from the life I left behind. I locked away my heart so that no one would truly know me… so that no one could truly hurt me… resigned to walk alone on the path of the damned as dust ate the days.”
Yoona looks to the ceiling, then her expression softens as she shakes her head and chuckles.
“I was wrong though, because ten thousand miles away from home, I found my other half. Seven billion people in this world, and I found the one whose heart beats in rhythm with mine. The emotions that had become comfortably numb… the parts of me that I thought I had cloistered away to wither and die… all of that came back in a terrifying, exhilarating rush. It was like… taking my first breath of air after an eternity underwater.”
“All of a sudden, the things that hurt didn’t hurt as much anymore, because every mistake and every failure and every painful memory was worth it, just another step leading to this glorious moment. I look at her and I know -- somehow, I know, deep down in my bones -- that everything’s going to be alright, because come what may, no matter how dark or treacherous the road ahead, we’ll face it together. And so for the first time in forever, I could go to sleep not haunted by the regrets of days gone by, but dreaming of the promise of days yet to come. She’s the light of my life… the girl who gave me tomorrow… and YOU, Fiona Waterford, you…”
Park’s voice turns hard and hostile.
“...you HURT her. You have wounded my very soul. There is no curse in all tongues known to man since time immemorial that is sufficient to describe the depths of my hatred. Thus I speak to you in the language of love, for there’s only a thin red line that separates adoration from animus.”
“I’m going to cross that line, Waterford. I’m going to cross ALL the lines. I’m going to take from you everything. Your title. Your dignity. Your legacy. Your career. Even your very name itself. So enjoy these last days, Lady Fiona Waterford, Duchess of East Anglia, EurAsian champion, Timeless Wonder, and Best Brit Ever. Enjoy these last days, because after I’m done, the only word that will come to mind when people see your face is VICTIM.”
The Korean snorts angrily while she licks her teeth.
“I’ll see you in Hell, Fiona.”
The video cuts to black.
YOONA PARK
“Lady… Fiona… Waterford…” she spits the words out as if they were distasteful. “What you did tonight was… was...”
She takes a sharp inhale of breath, closing her eyes as she pinches the bridge of her nose.
“The brass just called to offer me a shot at your title next month… as if that’s fucking supposed to… to make up for… like that’s gonna bring back...”
Yoona pounds her fists against the table, causing her laptop -- and by extension the video feed -- to shake. She purses her lips and squints her eyes, gazing off to one side and looking very much like a woman who wants to cry but who has already run out of tears.
“I… I… can’t even… I...” Park starts again, uncharacteristically stuttering for a few seconds while her face darkens with malevolent, gelid rage. “I -- I -- I…”
Finally, she rears back and lets loose an anguished howl, her entire body trembling with the effort.
“I WASN’T THEEEEEERE!”
Overcome with guilt and self-loathing, the Korean repeatedly pounds the top of her right fist into her forehead as she berates herself.
“Worthless…! Fuck… fucking worthless…! Shit…! SHIT!”
When her self-flagellation fails to produce catharsis, Yoona shoves her balled-up hand in her mouth to muffle a furious, primal scream. She bites down so hard that her teeth cut all the way to the bone, blood oozing out of her lacerated knuckles and running all the way down her forearm. Fortunately, after ten long, uncomfortable seconds, Yoona withdraws her hand from her mouth before she can permanently mangle herself. She hangs her head in misery, her bangs hiding most of her face from view as her shoulders heave up and down and up and down with every labored breath.
“Damn it… Goddamn it all…!” Park wheezes before the rest of her words are lost to a series of dry, hacking sobs.
It takes a full minute before her self-control starts to return, and the FAWNatics watch in mesmerized, horrified silence the entire time. It takes another minute after that for Yoona to regain enough composure to speak again, then she lifts her head and brushes her hair out of her face, staining a few locks red with the blood from her self-inflicted wound.
“I came to this country to get away from the ones closest to me,” Park begins again. “I couldn’t be what they needed me to be, so I ran. I ran all the way across the world, an entire ocean away from the life I left behind. I locked away my heart so that no one would truly know me… so that no one could truly hurt me… resigned to walk alone on the path of the damned as dust ate the days.”
Yoona looks to the ceiling, then her expression softens as she shakes her head and chuckles.
“I was wrong though, because ten thousand miles away from home, I found my other half. Seven billion people in this world, and I found the one whose heart beats in rhythm with mine. The emotions that had become comfortably numb… the parts of me that I thought I had cloistered away to wither and die… all of that came back in a terrifying, exhilarating rush. It was like… taking my first breath of air after an eternity underwater.”
“All of a sudden, the things that hurt didn’t hurt as much anymore, because every mistake and every failure and every painful memory was worth it, just another step leading to this glorious moment. I look at her and I know -- somehow, I know, deep down in my bones -- that everything’s going to be alright, because come what may, no matter how dark or treacherous the road ahead, we’ll face it together. And so for the first time in forever, I could go to sleep not haunted by the regrets of days gone by, but dreaming of the promise of days yet to come. She’s the light of my life… the girl who gave me tomorrow… and YOU, Fiona Waterford, you…”
Park’s voice turns hard and hostile.
“...you HURT her. You have wounded my very soul. There is no curse in all tongues known to man since time immemorial that is sufficient to describe the depths of my hatred. Thus I speak to you in the language of love, for there’s only a thin red line that separates adoration from animus.”
“I’m going to cross that line, Waterford. I’m going to cross ALL the lines. I’m going to take from you everything. Your title. Your dignity. Your legacy. Your career. Even your very name itself. So enjoy these last days, Lady Fiona Waterford, Duchess of East Anglia, EurAsian champion, Timeless Wonder, and Best Brit Ever. Enjoy these last days, because after I’m done, the only word that will come to mind when people see your face is VICTIM.”
The Korean snorts angrily while she licks her teeth.
“I’ll see you in Hell, Fiona.”
The video cuts to black.