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| Joof | May 18 2008, 02:26 AM Post #1 |
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(OOC: Note, this is set in the future. And I was really tired when I wrote this. And the second last scene pretty much plays out like a porn movie. And Paradine ends up a paedophile. So if that stuff offends you, then just skip that part ;)) January 14th, 2014 What is destiny? Is it the chosen path that time takes, the goal that everyone aspires to in life, regardless of their position? Or is it the future that any man can create for himself, which would the words Avalon once spoke to me were true, and that everything that ever happens in the world hinges on the smallest decisions a person can make. A catalyst for the future I was. It would be my decisions that saw the world thrown into a path for better or worse. I made my choice. I chose to be that catalyst. That isn’t to say I didn’t regret my decision. Thinking back now, I can almost laugh at my foolish notions. I had been filled with grand ideas, plans to save to world, thinking that I was important. I wasn’t. I was just another pawn in the greater scheme of things to begin with, however as time passed that role changed into what I do now. I must weigh my options, and truly consider the ramifications of my choice. It is a burden I do not bear gladly nor willingly, however bear it I must. I chose this future. But what would have happened if I willingly accepted Avalon’s offer? If I had welcomed the proposition he put before me in that dingy hotel room in London? Would I have been better off? Undoubtedly so. However, I do believe that if I did accept his offer, it would have made me a lesser man, knowing I was willing to surrender my entire life for a small fortune. I stand here now in the mud beside the grave of my wife, and I wonder. Refusing Avalon had resulted in her death. However, refusing Avalon had also seen the eventual downfall of the Agency. It had seen the sVo become a roaring success in its own right. It had seen the orphan slaves, the children who had no choice but to surrender to the will or James and Avalon freed from their tyranny. It had seen my own life take hold and shape again. A better world, a better future, paid for with the life of my Susie. But accepting his offer had seen a far worse future take hold. Again and again, it was shown to me when I questioned my decisions. The Agency reigned supreme, the intelligence network built up over the centuries finally taking control and the entire world forced to surrender to the will of the Agents. I was raised to a position of power, with Agents and millions of dollars at my disposal. My wife would still have been alive, and I would have a daughter. The sVo would have long since crumbled away to nothingness, and I would have been long gone. I mean, the President of the United States has little need to step into a wrestling ring. My previous career would have been insignificant. The orphans would have become Agents, and loyal officers. Avalon would have succeeded Mr. James, and together we would have built the world as we saw it. That was the future I suppose an ordinary man would have chosen. Take the fame, the money, sell out, and damn the world. But instead, I made what I thought was the better choice. I sacrificed my happiness so the world could continue on as it always had. But also thinking on this matter, I realise the future was brought with two lives. My daughter, never born, died with my wife. Again and again in my dreams I have seen her, pushing her on a swing when she was young, helping her with homework, and yes, eventually arguing with her about boys. In my dreams, I hear her name over and over again, the girl who was never meant to be. Montana. That was to be my daughter’s name. February 25th, 2014 I visited Avalon again today. We spoke of old times, avoiding subject on which we knew we would disagree. We spoke of my current career, and my successes. We did not need to mention why I am still wrestling, for it hung like a black cloud between us. For the first time since his funeral, I visited the grave of Brian yesterday. The man who sold me out, who killed my wife. The caretaker of the graveyard asked me if we had been boys together. Perhaps we had. But the boy who helped me through the years at the orphanage, the cheerful, smiling boy who so passionately supported the North Melbourne Kangaroos, died long ago. He was replaced by a man who had been trained to lie, trained to look at me in the face and pretend he was someone we both knew he wasn’t. Brian was always smarter than he let on. But his brains didn’t stop him from ending up dead, another grave in line with a hundred others. For the first time in months, I went to an sVo show today. So much has changed. Six years ago I debuted there. In six years things have changed so completely. No more dead mothers, or crazed mob bosses, or even creepy jesters. sVo has become the pinnacle of the entertainment and wrestling world. A world I no longer feel I am a part of. A world I know I am no longer a part of. March 10th, 2015 Avalon died today. Ours was a ragged and uneven parting, for we had both expected to see each other before the end. No sooner had I been told he was slipping, than he finally left the world. When I questioned the doctor, he gave me a response that shocked me. “He asked for you to come here to see him die” he told me. The man who condemned my wife and unborn daughter to death, the man who manipulated people I had called my friends, the man who shaped my life as he saw fit, had died. He had tried to give me the satisfaction I think, of seeing him finally give up on life. The man who I had swore I wouldn’t kill, yet I longed to see dead, finally gasp out his last breath. I sat outside his room and thought on that for a long time. April 27th, 2015 It was my birthday today. I visited Susie’s grave and laid flowers, before returning to my car and surrendering to the thoughts that have been swamping my head lately. Thoughts of my end. My work is done. Thomas told me that only when all threads to my past were snapped, would I be free to die and allow another to take on the mantle of catalyst. With Avalon’s death, there remains on one thread. A single, frail thread. Waiting to break. Tears fill my eyes, to the extent that I can’t even drive out of the graveyard. Why my? I ask the heavens. I get no answer. I don’t know why I expected to. I gave up on God a long time ago. At Susie’s funeral, the priest has told me God had a Plan, and that it was in his plan for my wife to die. I think he was hoping I would feel glad that my wife had died for some great cause. Instead I felt betrayed. There was no god. Mr. James had been God, silently manipulating the strings of the world behind the scenes. The Agents were his angels, not the angels of mercy but the angels of death. Avalon was his prophet. And me? I was his Saviour. May 17th, 2015 I have a disease. It isn’t a sickness, the kind of thing were you go to a doctor and he gives you a bottle of pills and you heal and get better. This is a sickness of the soul, were each day I realise the futility of life. I visited a person I had not seen in years recently. His name is Ryan. When we had been growing up together, my friends and myself would constantly give him shit. I had tried to defend him on occasion, but all that had changed. There was a girl I liked. Her name was Emily. Seeing as she happened to work with Ryan, I introduced the two of them. They began talking, while I was too much of a coward to tell Emily how I really felt. Then before I knew it, she was gone. When I knocked on his door, a girl had answered. Her name was Montana. I felt my heart stop in my chest as Ryan appeared in the hallway behind her, and greeted my like we had always been the best of friends. He led me into the kitchen, where I thought my heart would burst. Emily stood over the sink. She turned, and greeting me with a smile and a warm hug. It was then that I realised what Thomas had told me years ago. That the future I gave up for myself is passed on to another man. When I had made a choice, that decision had instead affected the life of another man. When I had decided against trying to win Emily, Ryan had stepped up and taken that life. It was then that I realised that the life I had dreamed of for so often, where I had everything I could ever want, hadn’t been a life with Susie. It had been a life with Emily. June 9th, 2016 I have just changed history. Like I said, the future can hinge on the decision of one man. It is nearly daybreak now. I rise naked from the bed, and begin to gather my clothes together. Sunlight peeks in through the wooden blinds, and I wince. I struggle back into my pants, when I hear a soft mumble from the bed. “I preferred you with the pants off...” Emily teasingly tells me. She sits up in bed, holding the sheets to her chest. Her long dark hair streams down the back of her neck, and I remember vividly how we spent our night. I slide my shirt back on as I collect my thoughts. With a gesture of her hand, Emily summons me back over to her bed. She kisses me gently. “Emily... Last night... “I begin. She places a finger to my lips. “Hush” she says. “Let us leave this moment exactly how it is. Perfect.” I nod briefly, and stride to the door. “I will come back for you Emily” I promise her sincerely. She laughs. “Go now, Nathan. Before Ryan arrives home.” I oblige to her wishes, and leave the house. As I said before, I have just changed history. Or perhaps I have just set it right. The future hinges on every decision a man can make. If I had not slept with Emily, what would I be doing right now? Waking up in my apartment, thinking only of another day of misery I must endure. What if our affair continues? What then? Will I ever see her again, ever be able to see Emily and Ryan together and look at them in the eye? What if Ryan finds out about us? What will he do? I know what I must do. Time to find another old friend, The last remaining thread. July 3rd, 2016 I tracked down the last thread to its source. And I found out what I had been missing. It had been years since I had seen him, but it was as if we were boys in high school again. I had sat out in his shed, and we had spoken of old times together, of my wrestling career, and of his music career. “What is it now, seven top ten hits?” I ask jokingly. “Eight, actually Joofy boy. And six Grammys” He tells me with a wink. I laugh, and we continue talking. Fame hasn’t changed my friend a bit. This is the missing link, the person I needed to see to restore the cheer to my life. We spent ours together reminiscing. We spoke with sadness about friends passed. We remembered Cameron, always smiling, always ready to pull a prank on someone. He died trying to stop a group of thugs beating up a homeless man. What he didn’t know was one of the thugs had a gun and didn’t take too kindly to being called “Baldy”. We speak of Tom, dead at the age of 20 from a drug overdose. We both knew it was happening, as he progressed through his high school years and he began doing harder drugs, until he found his drug of choice which happened to be heroin. And we finally smile over our memories of Jordan, the first one out of our rag tag band to lose his virginity, making him our hero for a few months. Actually, Tom had been the first, but he wasn’t in our group. Me, Jordan, Sean and Cameron. Cameron dead from a shooting, Jordan dead from suicide. Although we don’t say it aloud, we both know it. Personally I think I will go before Sean. I can’t take this much longer. August 30th, 2016 I lay in bed in my apartment, staring a hold into the wall. Emily lies beside me, her warm body curled up against mine. She makes a small noise in her sleep. So our little relationship continues, evolving from casual sex to a full blown romance. Every minute I am not with her I am begging time to go faster, simply so I can see her again. I look down at her, my sleeping beauty. My cell phone beeps, and I pick it up. I have been waiting for this call. “Nathan?” a woman on the other phone asks me. “Speaking. Shannon, are you all right?” I know that something is wrong with Sean’s wife. “N-Nathan... It’s Sean... He’s d-d-dead...” Shannon bursts into tears, and I myself am fighting back the welling of water in my eyes. “How? When?” I ask urgently. It takes a moment for Shannon to make herself audible. “He... he was in a car accident... Nathan, Levi and Swifty are dead as well...” “No. No, this can’t be real...” I tell myself. Tears begin to trickle down my face. “Shannon, I’ll be on the next flight Brisbane. I’m going to leave right now, okay?” “Thanks N-Nathan... It really means a lot to me” she stutters. I nod, and end the call. The phone slides to the floor, and I begin to sob, my shoulders shaking. Emily sits up, and drapes her arms around my shoulders. “Nathan, what’s wrong?” she asks me. I draw her close and hug her tightly. “Nothing. Nothing is wrong my dear.” I tell her. I loosen my hold and look into her eyes. “The final thread has been broken, that is all.” My life can now end. September 1st, 2017 I stare down at Susie’s grave. The rising sun behind me casts my shadow over the gravestone, and i have to squint to read it. Susan Paradine 1977 – 2008 Loved Wife of Nathan I look down. “I’m sorry, Susie” I tell the grass. I reach into my jacket pocket, and pull out a handgun. Enclosed within my other fist is the bullet that killed Susie all those years ago. I load the gun and stare at it for a moment. Time for it to all be over. Time for my life to end. I raise the gun, and shove it into my mouth. I close my eyes, and my finger trembles on the trigger. But fear overpowers my lust for deaths sweet embrace, almost as sweet as the embrace of my beloved Emily. The gun falls away, my arm hanging lax at my side. My life will not end today. Later on I lay on my bed, Emily on top of me, and I simply stare at the roof and think. She pauses from kissing my neck and looks at me. “Nathan, what’s wrong?” she pants. I startle back to the real world. “Nothing is wrong. Nothing at all.” She smiles her perfect smile, and kisses me. She tastes of love. I sink into the feeling. For now, ignorance is bliss. October 6th, 2017 For a year now, Emily and I have been lovers in secret. That all ended today. “What the FUCK!” Ryan roared at he burst into my apartment bedroom. Madness with in his eyes, and I snapped out of my drowsing reverie. Emily gasped and bolted up in bed, desperately gathering blankets and sheets in an effort to hide her nakedness. “What the fuck is going on here!?” Ryan rages. He grabs the blankets and rips them from the bed. Emily yelps and curls up. I get to my feet. I tower over Ryan, and i see the mix of pain, anger and confusion in his face. “I’m sorry, Ryan. It just happened...” I try to explain to him. He shakes his head. “You were FUCKING my wife!” he shouts. “How long has this been going on for?” I simply stare him down. He looks at Emily. “Answer me, you fucking bitch!” he rages. He makes a move, to reach out and arm and grab her leg. In an instant I slam him against the wall. His head bounces off the plaster, leaving a spiderweb of cracks. He looks dazed for a moment, yet I show no mercy as I throw him into the main room of my home. I pull on my pants and watch him get to his feet. “We were friends!” He cries accusingly. He looks from me to Emily. “No, Ryan,” I tell him, summoning up decades of hate. “We were never friends. You were simply a hanger on, and we tolerated your presence.” He looks at me, then shakes his head. “No no no!” he backs away from me, towards the door. He opens it, and I advance on him. He backs out into the hallway. “Fuck you, Nathan” he tells me. “Fuck you.” He walks out of sight. I shake my head. Catalyst, I taunt myself. November 12th, 2017 Emily and Montana have moved in with me. I deemed it the best idea, since Ryan threw Emily out of the house and Montana followed her mother. I sit at my desk now, scanning the net. Both of the girls are long since abed. A flashing headline catches my eye. No. It can’t be, “Sensei Shredder... The sVo World Heavyweight Champion?” I mutter in disgust. sVo is so popular now, even a champion like Shredder is bound to be accepted by the fans. I shake my head. I lean back in my chair, and look out the window next to me at the skyline of Melbourne. I hear movement behind me, and I swing around. Montana is standing at the door to the spare room. She walks over to me. “Couldn’t sleep” she offers by way of explanation. I nod, and gesture to the seat next to me. She sits down, and stares at me. Finally, I break the silence by asking the obvious question. “Is there something wrong?” She looks at me, then brushes her brown her out of her eyes. “No...” she answers. She looks at me again. “It’s just... you always seem so sad, Nathan.” I shrug. “It’s just who I am now, I guess. An emo asshole.” She shakes her head. “I wasn’t thinking that. I was thinking about how you look like you always have something bothering you...” I shake my head. ‘Don’t worry about me, Montana. I’ll be fine.” Montana places her hand on my knee. “I’m sure you will... But if you ever need anything, you tell me okay?” I pause for a moment, and she dips her head towards me. She kisses me gently. I kiss her back for a moment, and then break away. “What the hell Montana...” I exclaim softly. “You are sixteen years old!” She stands over me. “I know what I want” she whispers. “I want you, Nathan. Come with me, and I’ll show you all I can do...” I stand stunned. Here is a sixteen year old teenage girl telling me she wants me. I shake my head. “You’re easy on the eyes, Montana. I don’t doubt there would be pleasure in bedding you. But... I just can’t.” She smiles softly. “Eventually, you’ll come to me. And then you’ll see what you’ve been missing out on.” She kisses me on the cheek and then walks back to her room. I watch her go, and damn the stirring of lust. I watch her ass wriggle as she walks away, and feel my flesh respond. “Shit...” I curse myself. December 24th, 2017 I tried to stay away from her. But she was right. I couldn’t. Emily had left the house, visiting a friend for a week in Perth. For three days, I had fought the urges to go to Montana’s room as soon as it was dark. Christmas Eve was the night I finally gave in to the urges however. I never said I was a strong man when it came to stuff like this. I walked over and gently knocked on the door. I open it, to see her lying on her bed. Her eyes widen in surprise to see me. I walk over and sit down next to her. We observe each other for a moment, and then she lifts her head up and offers her lips to me. I kiss her hungrily, pushing her back down on the bed. I slide my hands up her shirt, my fingers groping under her bra, feeling her small firm breasts. Her own hands fumble wildly at my belt, finally working the buckle and dragging my pants down a little. She breaks the kiss and pushes me down onto the bed, exclaiming at my eagerness. “Well, someone sure has changed their mind” she says slyly. I mumble a response. She pulls my hands down further, and begins to fondle me with erotic skill. For a while, this is all she does, before finally opening her mouth onto me. I groan, and for some strange reason I think of the Kelly Flawless RoboDick. “Man, he made millions off that thing” I think wildly. It is getting hard to think of anything except the suckling noises coming from my lower regions. She resurfaces, and climbs up onto me. I rip her panties off, and she smiles. “Someone is eager...” She says in mild rebuke. I slowly slide into her, and her eyes close in ecstasy. As she beings to move, I too close my eyes and think. And all I can think of is Susie. Not Montana, not Emily. Susie. Montana is picking up speed and I groan. She giggles. “Fuck... me...” I mutter. “With pleasure...” she pants. We continue on, late into the night. But it isn’t the thought of Montana that haunts me as I curl up to sleep, the young girl purring contentedly against my side, breasts pushing against my arm. It is of Susie. January 14th, 2018 I find myself back here again, exactly four years to the day after these thought began to swim around in my head. Except today, the gun is in my pocket again. And I have every intention of pulling the trigger. Indeed, life is pretty good for me right now to say the least. I have Emily. And when Emily isn’t around I have Montana. And Montana, to say the least, is never satisfied with one round of sex. Oh no. She likes a LOT. Any guy who fucks her in future better have a hell of a lot of stamina. I walk up to Susie’s grave, and think over these last four years. Yeah. I remember reading the book Dreamcatcher when I was younger. The gang in that book had the motto “Same Shit, Different Day”. That’s pretty much how I feel right now. I face the grave again. It is sunset, and I can read the inscription clearly. Susan Paradine 1977 – 2008 Loved Wife of Nathan (Fucker) I frown. Someone has made the effort to etch that into my wife’s grave. I feel a rush of anger, and then remember that in a moment I won’t be able to feel anything. I kneel down in front of the grave, again pulling the gun from my pocket. I check to make sure it is loaded, and then place the muzzle in my mouth. I pause a moment, listening to the sounds around me. Birds chirping. The sounds of the cars on the highway nearby. I shut my eyes. There is a bang, then a flash on pain. Then I know no more. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I awake. Sweat drenches my body, and I gasp breath into my tortured lungs. What the hell was that? Some kind of crazy dream? I remember vividly a girl... Emily. I look around. I am slumped awed a table in some cafe in Paris, a coffee sitting before me. I must have blacked out somehow. I shake my head. "That was... weird." I think back. All my old friends had been in the dream. Sean, Cameron... They were dead. Emily, quite possibly my first crush, had been in the dream. And another girl. My daughter Montana? But I had... I shudder with the memory. And Susie! Susie had been dead. I shudder at that thought. And something about Avalon. Avalon was dying... "Excuse me?" I turn around. A man is standing over me. I squint at him. "Can I help you with something?" He looks down at me. "Aren't you the wrestler? Nathan Paradine?" I nod. "Yes, I am. Why? You want an autograph?" The man laughs. He walks, and sits down on the seat next to me. "Thank you for the offer Mr. Paradine, but I'm here on behalf of a friend. You could say... He is your biggest fan." The man is wearing sunglasses, so I can't see his eyes. It makes me nervous. "What did you say your name was?" I ask him. The man smiles. "My name is Jones." I remember back to my conversation with Susie... "Avalon." I breathe the word with venom. Jones laughs. "He wants you to know that contact will be made next week in London. Okay?" "Tell him if he wants me to ask me himself" I say angrily. Jones stands up. He looks at me again. "Be ready for contact" he tells me, before walking away. By the time I twist around in my chair, he is gone. I punch the table, more of of irritation at myself for not knowing where he went that out of anger. Save it , I tell myself. Take it out on Shredder . Which brings to to Shredder. I managed to catch your little rant, and that nice little quote you put before me. But can I just ask... How does it feel, to know that there is no hope whatsoever for you to win? You say I assume I will beat you, Lyons and be drafted into the Organised Chaos match. I don't assume. I know I will beat you both. But Organised Chaos it THE MATCH. Winning this match could define my career. It will give the push to the main event, the push I have so desperately been seeking. It will place me right back where I left off. That is where I belong. Beware, Shredder. The Reign of Paradine is just beginning. |
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