Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2015 15:59:30 GMT -6
MC: Most people wouldn’t come back to a place like this, hell they would probably work their damndest to stay away, but me, I need to see what Hunter did.
Matthew stood out in front of his childhood home, the now dilapidated building a shell of its former glory. Ever since Hunter had brought Roger and Matthew’s father back, things had changed, the once iconic home in Webberville had fallen to disarray, and Matthew’s father? Well he had gone missing, probably paid by Hunter to disappear.
MC: I need to see this, need to be reminded of the kind of man I have to deal with this week. I wish I could just stand here and say that Hunter is a chump, a little kid running his mouth, but the fact is, Hunter is dangerous. He’s always thinking ahead, and even letting you think you have the upper hand. But there is always a plan, always a scheme in that man’s mind.
Clark Benson strode up alongside Matthew as the camera man panned around taking in a full shot.
CB: I don’t understand why we are here to document this?
MC: It’s for me. I want to be able to see this when I need it. Hunter destroyed my family, and he did it because he didn’t like my brother. He didn’t do it because he hates me, he didn’t do it because he hated my parents, he did it to get to Roger!
The two men stood in silence for nearly a minute before Matthew lead the way up to the front door. There at the door Matthew paused, took a breath, and finally pushed the door open. It swung open on un oiled hinges and came to a stop as it met the wall.
MC: Just a year ago this place was alive. Roger did all he could to keep this farm going, to keep this house in good order, and I hated him for it, but now, now I understand why he did it. He didn’t want to let go of our parents, didn’t want to give Hunter the satisfaction of winning.
Matthew and Clark continued into the house, scanning the destruction in the living room. The couch normally clean, a place that Matthew remembered sitting with his father and listening to the stories of the word day was now covered in dirt, stained with god know what. Matthew slowly ran his hand over the couch, taking a deep breath and exhaling as he does.
MC: So many memories on this couch, so many good times, all of them ruined at the hand of Hunter Valentyne.
CB: He can’t possibly be responsible for all of this?
MC: This is the part of Hunter people don’t see. We all know the antics, the position’s he puts people in, but we never really see the aftermath. Hunter is like a tornado, he causes a lot of ooh’s and aww’s but when it’s over he leaves behind him a wake of destruction, and he doesn’t care what collateral damage is involved.
Matthew moved from the couch to the far wall the TV sat on, the screen broken and spray paint adorning the wall around it. His hand glided over the tv, moving slowly to the wall. He let a small curt smile creep across his face as he starred at it for a moment.
MC: So many Friday nights spent on that couch, watching the TV on this wall with my father. Watching movies and eating popcorn. Those memories, those things, those are what Hunter took from me, but he didn’t mean to destroy my life, I was the collateral damage.
For the faintest of moments a small tear welled up in the corner of Matthew’s eye, he wiped it away before the cameras could catch a good angle of it.
MC: Hunter’s more than a Tornado, he’s a virus. He’s an infection that you can’t get rid of, and he spreads to all those around you. Roger never knew what he did, what made Hunter hate him so bad, but Hunter infected him, led him to the NEW, and it all began with taking my parents from me.
CB: Hunter could have never planned it out like that!
MC: That’s what Hunter wants you to think. Right now he’s locked up, him and Rob Riot, the man he has directed his hate upon now. He wants us all to think he had nothing to do with it, wants Rob to think they are in this together. But I know the truth, I’ve felt the pain his lies and betrayal can create, and the destruction they bring.
Moving on from the wall, Matthew ran his hand along the hallway wall down to his bedroom, here he stopped and pushed open the door, it falling inward instead of swinging. A small laugh escaped the camera man, but a stern look from Matthew straightened him right up. Two steps into the room and Matthew stopped at the foot of the bed. The covers were long gone, and the mattress stunk of week old cabbage.
MC: This was my room, given to the little shit bird my father sired with the woman that Hunter made him be with while captive. See it wasn’t enough for Hunter to take away our parents, he had to take our father captive, and then bring him back. He waited till we had moved on, and then hit us with that blow from left field.
CB: You didn’t seem to upset about it!
MC: No one cared what I thought, they only focused on Roger, how he felt and what it did to him. I tried to be the strong one, but that didn’t work. Inside it tore me apart, destroyed my very being, and no one cared. Not Hunter, and not Roger. They all just assumed I would be ok, just like you, just like all those people who watch the NEW. But inside I was dying, being tormented and torn by the pain of what it all meant.
CB: I’m sorry!
MC: Save your apologies for someone who needs them. I moved on Clark, got over my pain and learned to deal with it. Maybe it wasn’t he most healthy way of doing it, but it was what I had to do. There was no one there for me, the NEW didn’t want to help me. NO they just wanted the giant asshole I had become. So I gave them that, I joined with Jesse to help lead his march, to bring his dream of what the NEW needed to become to life, and then he cost me.
CB: It wasn’t like that Matthew!
MC: That is exactly how it was. Jesse cost me that match, and then closed the god damn doors, tossed me out on the street when I was still reeling from the pain that Hunter had inflicted up on my family. So I struck back, I fucked Jesse, I fucked him real good. For a while I wanted people to thank me, wanted people to see what I had done for them, but now I know that won’t happen.
Matthew popped his neck and moved out of the room and back down the hallway. He strode to the back sliding door and pulled it open, stepping out onto the patio. The custom pavers were cracked, some even missing. His father’s long time Bar B Que was on the ground broken in pieces, and the grass around the patio had become overgrown. From his position standing on the patio Matthew could see that the fences were broken and falling in. What used to be a view of fields filled with cattle was now just an empty clearing of overgrowing grass.
MC: I used to spend hours on this patio, watching my father driver the tractor around. He’d let the grass grow and then cut it, then come back with a hay bailer and make the hay, he even let me ride on the tractor with him from time to time. Some of the best moments of my life, all taken from me by Hunter.
CB: I’m sorry Matthew!
MC: You are not, and it’s ok. No one cared when my parents disappeared, it was me and Roger at the funeral, no one else. Hell this town never really loved us, until Roger made it big. We were always the outsiders, those to orphans that lived on the outskirts, hell I am still that guy, but it’s ok. I used to not want to be that guy, used to want to be something more, something better, but as my father used to say you can’t fight the river!
CB: I don’t get it!
MC: Not surprising. It’s a metaphor Clark, it means you can’t fight the current, you have to go with the flow. You have to take the cards that life deals you and make the best of it. See for the longest time I fought the current, tried to paddle back up it, trying to be something that I am not. But I am the man that Hunter created all those days ago.
CB: Look I didn’t come out here to be talked down too!
MC: Then why are you here Clark? Because I asked you to come out here? Be real Clark, you like a sob story, you like when people lay their hearts out for the world to see. You came here because you thought I might just do that when I came back here, and I have indulged you, I have told you more than I have ever told anyone about my feelings. So you can stand there with a smile, and you can take whatever negative things I have to say.
Clark backed away a bit a half smirk filled with worry covering his face.
MC: Hunter thinks he knows me, because he knows Roger. I am not that man, I will never be that man. There is something different inside of me, something fiercer, more destructive, and a whole god damn lot more angry. Hunter will find out what it was he created all those years ago, and he will find out in only a matter of days. Those men around the ring won’t be for the protection of the fans, they will be for Hunter’s protection from me.
CB: Big words.
MC: Doubt me all you want, mock me all you need, but you will not overlook me anymore Clark, no one will. Not because I will stand on a soap box and scream for you to see me, but because I will do what has to be done, I will start with Hunter Valentyne, and make may way to the top of this company, because this is all I have left. And for that I have Hunter Valentyne to thank. Now if you don’t mind Clark, I would like to be alone.
Clark nodded to Matthew and then to the camera man. The camera panned away and moved towards the front door before turning back and glimpsing Matthew standing on the back patio as the sun went down in the distance. For a long moment it lingered and everything went dark.
Matthew stood out in front of his childhood home, the now dilapidated building a shell of its former glory. Ever since Hunter had brought Roger and Matthew’s father back, things had changed, the once iconic home in Webberville had fallen to disarray, and Matthew’s father? Well he had gone missing, probably paid by Hunter to disappear.
MC: I need to see this, need to be reminded of the kind of man I have to deal with this week. I wish I could just stand here and say that Hunter is a chump, a little kid running his mouth, but the fact is, Hunter is dangerous. He’s always thinking ahead, and even letting you think you have the upper hand. But there is always a plan, always a scheme in that man’s mind.
Clark Benson strode up alongside Matthew as the camera man panned around taking in a full shot.
CB: I don’t understand why we are here to document this?
MC: It’s for me. I want to be able to see this when I need it. Hunter destroyed my family, and he did it because he didn’t like my brother. He didn’t do it because he hates me, he didn’t do it because he hated my parents, he did it to get to Roger!
The two men stood in silence for nearly a minute before Matthew lead the way up to the front door. There at the door Matthew paused, took a breath, and finally pushed the door open. It swung open on un oiled hinges and came to a stop as it met the wall.
MC: Just a year ago this place was alive. Roger did all he could to keep this farm going, to keep this house in good order, and I hated him for it, but now, now I understand why he did it. He didn’t want to let go of our parents, didn’t want to give Hunter the satisfaction of winning.
Matthew and Clark continued into the house, scanning the destruction in the living room. The couch normally clean, a place that Matthew remembered sitting with his father and listening to the stories of the word day was now covered in dirt, stained with god know what. Matthew slowly ran his hand over the couch, taking a deep breath and exhaling as he does.
MC: So many memories on this couch, so many good times, all of them ruined at the hand of Hunter Valentyne.
CB: He can’t possibly be responsible for all of this?
MC: This is the part of Hunter people don’t see. We all know the antics, the position’s he puts people in, but we never really see the aftermath. Hunter is like a tornado, he causes a lot of ooh’s and aww’s but when it’s over he leaves behind him a wake of destruction, and he doesn’t care what collateral damage is involved.
Matthew moved from the couch to the far wall the TV sat on, the screen broken and spray paint adorning the wall around it. His hand glided over the tv, moving slowly to the wall. He let a small curt smile creep across his face as he starred at it for a moment.
MC: So many Friday nights spent on that couch, watching the TV on this wall with my father. Watching movies and eating popcorn. Those memories, those things, those are what Hunter took from me, but he didn’t mean to destroy my life, I was the collateral damage.
For the faintest of moments a small tear welled up in the corner of Matthew’s eye, he wiped it away before the cameras could catch a good angle of it.
MC: Hunter’s more than a Tornado, he’s a virus. He’s an infection that you can’t get rid of, and he spreads to all those around you. Roger never knew what he did, what made Hunter hate him so bad, but Hunter infected him, led him to the NEW, and it all began with taking my parents from me.
CB: Hunter could have never planned it out like that!
MC: That’s what Hunter wants you to think. Right now he’s locked up, him and Rob Riot, the man he has directed his hate upon now. He wants us all to think he had nothing to do with it, wants Rob to think they are in this together. But I know the truth, I’ve felt the pain his lies and betrayal can create, and the destruction they bring.
Moving on from the wall, Matthew ran his hand along the hallway wall down to his bedroom, here he stopped and pushed open the door, it falling inward instead of swinging. A small laugh escaped the camera man, but a stern look from Matthew straightened him right up. Two steps into the room and Matthew stopped at the foot of the bed. The covers were long gone, and the mattress stunk of week old cabbage.
MC: This was my room, given to the little shit bird my father sired with the woman that Hunter made him be with while captive. See it wasn’t enough for Hunter to take away our parents, he had to take our father captive, and then bring him back. He waited till we had moved on, and then hit us with that blow from left field.
CB: You didn’t seem to upset about it!
MC: No one cared what I thought, they only focused on Roger, how he felt and what it did to him. I tried to be the strong one, but that didn’t work. Inside it tore me apart, destroyed my very being, and no one cared. Not Hunter, and not Roger. They all just assumed I would be ok, just like you, just like all those people who watch the NEW. But inside I was dying, being tormented and torn by the pain of what it all meant.
CB: I’m sorry!
MC: Save your apologies for someone who needs them. I moved on Clark, got over my pain and learned to deal with it. Maybe it wasn’t he most healthy way of doing it, but it was what I had to do. There was no one there for me, the NEW didn’t want to help me. NO they just wanted the giant asshole I had become. So I gave them that, I joined with Jesse to help lead his march, to bring his dream of what the NEW needed to become to life, and then he cost me.
CB: It wasn’t like that Matthew!
MC: That is exactly how it was. Jesse cost me that match, and then closed the god damn doors, tossed me out on the street when I was still reeling from the pain that Hunter had inflicted up on my family. So I struck back, I fucked Jesse, I fucked him real good. For a while I wanted people to thank me, wanted people to see what I had done for them, but now I know that won’t happen.
Matthew popped his neck and moved out of the room and back down the hallway. He strode to the back sliding door and pulled it open, stepping out onto the patio. The custom pavers were cracked, some even missing. His father’s long time Bar B Que was on the ground broken in pieces, and the grass around the patio had become overgrown. From his position standing on the patio Matthew could see that the fences were broken and falling in. What used to be a view of fields filled with cattle was now just an empty clearing of overgrowing grass.
MC: I used to spend hours on this patio, watching my father driver the tractor around. He’d let the grass grow and then cut it, then come back with a hay bailer and make the hay, he even let me ride on the tractor with him from time to time. Some of the best moments of my life, all taken from me by Hunter.
CB: I’m sorry Matthew!
MC: You are not, and it’s ok. No one cared when my parents disappeared, it was me and Roger at the funeral, no one else. Hell this town never really loved us, until Roger made it big. We were always the outsiders, those to orphans that lived on the outskirts, hell I am still that guy, but it’s ok. I used to not want to be that guy, used to want to be something more, something better, but as my father used to say you can’t fight the river!
CB: I don’t get it!
MC: Not surprising. It’s a metaphor Clark, it means you can’t fight the current, you have to go with the flow. You have to take the cards that life deals you and make the best of it. See for the longest time I fought the current, tried to paddle back up it, trying to be something that I am not. But I am the man that Hunter created all those days ago.
CB: Look I didn’t come out here to be talked down too!
MC: Then why are you here Clark? Because I asked you to come out here? Be real Clark, you like a sob story, you like when people lay their hearts out for the world to see. You came here because you thought I might just do that when I came back here, and I have indulged you, I have told you more than I have ever told anyone about my feelings. So you can stand there with a smile, and you can take whatever negative things I have to say.
Clark backed away a bit a half smirk filled with worry covering his face.
MC: Hunter thinks he knows me, because he knows Roger. I am not that man, I will never be that man. There is something different inside of me, something fiercer, more destructive, and a whole god damn lot more angry. Hunter will find out what it was he created all those years ago, and he will find out in only a matter of days. Those men around the ring won’t be for the protection of the fans, they will be for Hunter’s protection from me.
CB: Big words.
MC: Doubt me all you want, mock me all you need, but you will not overlook me anymore Clark, no one will. Not because I will stand on a soap box and scream for you to see me, but because I will do what has to be done, I will start with Hunter Valentyne, and make may way to the top of this company, because this is all I have left. And for that I have Hunter Valentyne to thank. Now if you don’t mind Clark, I would like to be alone.
Clark nodded to Matthew and then to the camera man. The camera panned away and moved towards the front door before turning back and glimpsing Matthew standing on the back patio as the sun went down in the distance. For a long moment it lingered and everything went dark.