Coming Home

[Goddess of the Dead]

Act 1: Coming Home

"A name has been given to me in the Per-wer, my name has been remembered in the Per-neser, on that night of reckoning the years and the counting of months. I am this builder, I sit on the Eastern side of the sky. As for any god who shall not come following after me, I will declare his name to those who are yet to be."
Spell 25 - Book of the Dead

The scene opens on the beautiful New York countryside. The moon was high over the vast fields that stretched far off in the distance, while low clouds moved through the black sky. The stars were hidden behind the darkness and shadows moved across the ground. The roar of an engine was soon heard coming up a long stretch of a dirt road, through a small town where only a handful still remained, living in fear that "HE " would one day return to strike terror in the hearts of the living. The car soon stops when it reaches a very old looking manor that sat up on a hill. It looked as if had been unused for years, with broken or boarded up windows, and shingles had fallen off the roof. As the car stops Necra Octavian Kane steps out, and looks up at the old house, and smiles.

Necra: Home at last.

The other door opens and out steps Sara. She looks up at the house and shivers as she does. It seemed strange that the young Goddess was raised in such a place, but Sara knew better than to question the Goddess.

Sara: Do you want me to wait here ma'am?

Necra: Go and wait for me by the gates at the graveyard. I'll meet you there.

Sara: Yes ma'am.

With that Sara gets back into the car, and drives off leaving Necra alone in the darkness. She starts walking up the stairs, and they creak under her feet, as she reaches the old front porch. The wood was weak in places as she stepped down, and knew that the slightest bit of pressure could cause her to fall. She reaches the front door, and goes to open it, but the door opens on it's own. Necra looks at the door, and sighs. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle. She pushes the door open, and into the front foyer where a large covered statue stood in a fountain with no water left in it. The staircase on either side of the statue were heavily laden with dust, while the pictures that lined the walls were covered with white sheets to protect the ancient colors.


Necra: (Voice Over) It's hard to believe that everyone is gone. My mother has been gone for almost 8 years, my uncle has mysteriously vanished once again... My father... My father what can one truly say about him? He's an artist... That's all he really is.

She moves into the sitting room where a large fireplace sits empty, except for the ancient ashes that remained in the hearth, and the rusted fire poker that sat beside it. The picture above the mantle had been covered, and the long heavy drapes were pulled over the boarded windows. The soft plush carpet still had it's bright red color to it, even covered with dust, and the long bookshelf ran along the wall, filled with very old tomes, and scrolls. Necra turns and smiles softly to herself, as her mind flashes back to another time...

Flashback...

The scene opens on the same manor house, just a few years before. Everything was bright, and full of life, and a little dark haired girl was sitting on the plush deep red couch. Beside her was a silver haired man with green eyes reading her a book, in a forgotten tongue. She starts to fall asleep leaning against him. He smiles and picks her up, carrying her out of the room...

Necra snaps out of the thought, and walks out of the room, only looking back once. She had fond memories of the house, and her life there, and would remain with her always.

Necra: It's funny when I really think about it. I learned everything I needed to know in this house. I know what you're probably thinking, and yes I am the Goddess that my followers say I am. No matter where I am they will always believe it to be so. They worshiped my mother before me, and they will follow me even into death. I've learned a lot within these walls, and things that have helped me in more ways then one. Wednesday night I will step into the ring again after two years and show the world that I am still the same ruthless woman that I have always been, when it comes to standing against my opponent.

Necra walks toward the dinning room where a long table seemed to stretch from one end of the room to the other. It sat at least 12 people easily without any trouble, and could probably sit more if the pieces had been put in the middle. The candles that sat in the candle bras were worn down to nothing, while the silver was unpolished and starting to fall into decay. She sighs, and walks through a door, and enters the large kitchen. Two silver steel fridges lined one wall, while a few modern appliances sat upon the dusty counter top. Necra moves through the kitchen and heads back toward the stairs.

Necra: Eric you and I are a lot alike. You have people that follow you, and would do anything for you. So do I. But how far will your people go for you? Would they kill for you? Would they die for you? I doubt that. You see my followers will do anything for me, and I've learned over the course of my life that I am more than a mere mortal... Like you, or anyone else that lives upon the face of this earth. I doubt you've even heard of me before, but after Wednesday night you will wish you never heard the name Necra Octavian Kane, or even looked upon me. I've learned how to become the wrestler I am within these walls, and anyone that has faced me, has never been the same.

Necra catches a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, and turns around seeing nothing. Things moved through the halls of the house, that shouldn't be, but existed. She could feel the eyes upon her, watching and waiting to see what the young Goddess would do. Necra moves up the stairs, and reaches the top floor. One of the doors flings open, and she stares at it, knowing what was just beyond the stairs. Necra looks up into the darkness, and that's when she heard it. The voices seemed to float down the stairs and to her ears. They were nothing more than whispers, but she could hear them. Necra shuts the door, and turns on her heel, heading toward the other end of the hallway. She opens the door, as her mind goes back to another time...

Flashback...

The scene opens on a large bedroom done in a Victorian style. A four poster bed sat in the middle of the room with heavy set drapes around it. A fire roared in the fireplace, as the sound of a violin filled the air. The black haired, little girl sat upon a plush chair watching the silver haired man play the violin...

Necra snaps out of her thoughts as the sound of something smashing echoed in one of the other rooms. She turns and walks back down the hallway, in search of the glass that had shattered. She passes by the attic door once again, and still hears voices calling to her from beyond the door. She sighs, and continues to walk along the hall, and stops at a set of golden double doors. Necra pushes the doors open, and steps into a vast room, where a giant sized bed sat in the middle of the room. Dress dummies sat in one corner with half finished dresses on them, and sketches lay about the floor. Necra walks over to the desk and there sat an old sketch book covered in dust. She picks it up and flips through it, smiling softly. This was hers when she was just starting out, and the designs inside were a bit less then regal. Necra walks over to a case that was no empty and sighs. All of her mother's jewels had been taken back to the island where they would be safe, and no one would ever get their hands on them. Of course anyone that entered the house, would never get this far. She turns and leaves the room, seeing a shadow walk by the door.

Necra: This house holds secrets behind doors, and there are doors behind doors. Eric I know that if things were different you and I would actually get along, but instead we will stand in the middle of the ring and prove to the world that I am the only one that should win this match. You are nothing to me, and I hate to even address a mere mortal, but it seems that I have to. I have no idea what you can do in the ring, and I know you haven't the fainest idea of what I can do in the ring either. So both of us are at a true disadvantage aren't we?

Necra moves down the hallway once again, and stops in front of plain wooden door. She sighs opening it, and steps inside. It was a nursery. Necra looks around the nursery and looks at the stained planks in front of her. This was a place of misery, and sadness, but yet it seemed like there had been new life breathed into it afterwards. Dolls sat on the bed dressed in different dresses, from all over the world, while one really stood out to Necra. It was an Alice in Wonderland Doll, but the dress was done in black and white instead of the white and blue. Necra picks it up and smiles.

Necra: Are you still in the mirror watching? Or have you grown up?

Necra sets the doll down, and walks out of the room, and the doll seems to smile softly, as the door closes behind Necra. Necra heads back down the stairs, and through the kitchen once again and stops in front of a very old looking wooden door. She opens it and feels the cool air coming up from the depths below. She starts down the old stairs, and soon lands on the floor. She moves through the darkness, and stops when she comes to a door that was cracked open. Inside was an old dentist chair, that was rusted n places, and covered with a deep red color on the seat itself. Necra smiles and walks inside, seeing that the shinny tools that had once laid upon the tray were gone. She knew her father was out there somewhere continuing his "art".

Necra: This is where I learned my hardest lessons. I learned anatomy right here in this room, and every inch of the human body. Each pressure point, each artery, and how long someone can survive without a beating heart. I don't plan on killing you Eric, but if it came down to it, I could and I wouldn't even think twice about doing it. They say my mother was cruel when she was in the ring, but I'm much worse. She held back but I don't. There is only person that has ever walked away from me in one piece in the middle of the ring.. but he's dead now. You better hope that I don't get a hold of you Eric, and control the match all the way through. If I do, you'll never be the same again Eric.

Necra smiles as her eyes seem to change from a dark brown to a red just for a split second. She walks out of the room, and back into the wine cellar, and stops in front of a door that is covered in heavy chains, and locks. She stares at it for a moment, and starts to move toward it and stops. She shakes her head and backs away. She walks to another door, and opens it, and the tunnel seems to go on forever. She begins to walk down the long tunnel as the scene fades to black.

Act 2: Hello Lover

The scene opens on a vast graveyard that stretches as far as the eye can see. A light rain had started to fall, while lightening lit the sky, and thunder rolled. As the camera pans over the graveyard we see, a strange looking tomb set away from the others taking up at least a good 6 feet alone. It was a Pyramid done in a black basalt with two large statues of Anubis on either side of the doorway. The door opens and the shadow that is seen has large wings made of soft feathers, coming out from the back, a set of curved horns around the head, and a set of blue glowing eyes. As the lightening flashes the image changes to that of creature with a long tail, with long curved nails almost like knives, a long of set horns protrude from the forehead, and a set of bat like wings sprout from the back, as a set of red eyes glow brightly. The lightening flashes once more and the image changes to a figure dressed in a long robe, and a skeletal hand gripping a scythe. The lightening flashes again, back to the shadow of Necra standing in the doorway. She looks out into the rain and sighs. She hated the rain, but she had to find him. She knew he was out there somewhere, and she needed him.

Necra: Eric, I know you think I'm a fraud, or total fake, but let me tell you something, if you ever mentioned that to my followers they would make quick work of you, and wouldn't even think twice about killing you. But I wouldn't let that happen to another competitor in the UWA, unless I'm the one that does it. I don't play nice with others, and my record in the ring is one of the best this world has ever seen. I don't let my opponents walk away from the ring in one piece. I don't play games, and if you do you'll lose against me. Wednesday night you will wish for death but I will not give it to you, but watch you suffer in pain and agony.

She continues along one of the many pathways that wound through the graveyard, passing massive headstones that towered over her. She continues to walk along the path until she comes across a strange looking trail of what appears to be fresh blood. Most of it had washed way with the rain, but she knew where it would lead. She follows the fading trail, and comes across a large wooden stump covered in what was left of the blood, and a huge axe was stuck in it. Necra smiles to herself as she runs her hand along the axes handle.

Necra: Someone's been busy.

As Necra looks at the axe, a giant shadow appears behind her. All that could be heard is the heavy breathing of whoever it was behind her, but she just smiles and turns around. There behind her, stood a 7 foot man, dressed in black leather pants, a torn black shirt. But upon his head he wore a skull mask.

He looks down at Necra and picks her up, as she squeals. As the camera pans around we see Necra and him kissing before he sets Necra back onto the ground.

Necra: I knew I would find you here.

Man: What in the hell are you doing here? I mean I thought you went to the other side?

Necra: I did, but I wanted to be with you Ex. I missed you.

Ex: Really? I missed you too. I mean I thought you were gone for good... and I really didn't want to end up like your father after your mother left.

Necra: Don't be silly. You're stronger than my father. Besides... I've joined the UWA and I need you.

Ex sighs, as he takes Necra by the hand, heading for the front gates.

Ex: Are you sure that's a good idea?

Necra: Of course it is. Besides it's time the UWA saw chaos, and suffering at the hands of a Goddess, and I'm the only one that can do it. Come on , Sara is waiting for us in the car.

Ex: What happened to Stacy? You didn't finally give her to...

Necra looks back at him with wide eyes, as he looks down at the ground.

Necra: NO! No... She's still with us. She's just my Priestess now. Sara is my hand maiden.

Ex: Oh great... You didn't tell her about me did you?

Necra: Nope... But she's going to find out soon enough.

With that Ex just smiles as does Necra. The two seem to be unlikely pair, but they seem happy together. They soon reach the gate, to where Sara is waiting, and Sara's eyes get wide as she sees Ex walking with Necra. The young girl faints, as the scene fades to black.