Samson
The camera's flashed, I've always hated the camera's. I hate the media, I hate my benefactor, I hate the sponsors. They are all beneath me. Why should I waste my time entertaining them, listening to their words. They should be happy that I'm here. I smile at the camera's, at the reporters, but I won't say a word. Delilah says I should be nice to them. What does she know, she is a lesser, sullied by the dogs she manipulates. Her saving grace is her beauty, she lets me be vulnerable. Something I have never shown, something I cannot show as the son of god. It angers me. I burn through the anger on Delilah and she forgives me, as she should.
Luckily, I only have to stay in this sorry excuse of a city a little longer. It's all for my image. I honestly could care less how the masses see me, they are blessed to even lay eyes on me. I have the highest record in the IFC (International Fighting Champion). There would be no IFC without me, there would be no money, no sponsors, there would be nothing. Yet I have to lower myself. At Least I have gained a nice partner in Delilah, she's agreed to come back with me. This is my world, these are my subjects.
Delilah
I miss Lachlan. I miss our drunk late night conversations, I miss his embrace. I miss Lachlan, but he's nothing, he'll always be nothing. I hate Samson. He abuses me when I yank his emotions out of him, I hate him. But, he elevates my status, my family's status. He's helping me get ahead and thats all that matters. It pained me to watch Lachlan get beat by Samson. It was necessary, He had to know though. He had to know I'm above him, that my "friendship" was always a privilege for him and pity from me. I miss Lachlan though. Why?
The cameras flash. It's blinding. Samson puts his arm around me and I shutter then touch his hand. I hate this, but I also love it. I love the attention I get, I love knowing that people are jealous of me. It's euphoric. But I hate it. It's all superficial, nothing here is real. With Lachlan though, the world seems to slow down. When did I start thinking Lachlan was nothing? I blame my parents. The high society, always looking down, never in the mirror. It's just an excuse though, I know this. I could be better than this, I could leave, I could be different that them. I didn't though, I made my choice. I chose the high life, the clubs, the luxury cars, the designer clothes.
I feel empty. No love. No happiness. No sadness. No anger. Just existing. The only joy I get is trampling others. Before it was from Lachlan. I felt pain watching Lachlan, but I also felt joy. I feel a mess of emotions when it comes to him. I know why. I won't admit it though. I burned that bridge. I could always rebuild it though, but does he deserve it? I don't know.