Post by Marc Reason on May 26, 2011 20:50:35 GMT -5
Sugar Melts!
::BACKSTORY…!::
The weather was good here in Cambridge, Massachusetts. The wind was blowing in at a soft breezy which was a good things today. My studies was coming together which to my mothers degree, she was so proud of me that her voice back in Texas was covering the entire state. Walking down the pathway towards the library for studies, the night creeping over me like a light bulb going out in an already darken room, my feet began walking even faster. With every step my mind racing through figures and math questions that I knew was going to be on my test tomorrow. God way the hell was I still up and not getting the rest that I knew I was going to need? Passing the first building that lead down a weird alley, turning the corner for the final leg I heard someone down the way with a sharpening scream.
“…HELPPPPP MEEEE!…”
My eyes and ears looked to the right like a sharp knife going through butter. My heart skidded to a stop like a car about to crash into something that it didn’t need to hit. My body, standing not to tough enough for a fight stood there wondering what the hell that scream could be connected to. Reaching into my pocket for my phone before a voice came aloud from behind me.
Voice: Hey you!
Oh I could feel my body tensing up from the fear that was inside me. Twisting so slow, my eyes following the path of the world till I could see the tall built up man that was ready to strike on me or so I thought. He was taller then me, build like a brick house, as his eyes looked deep into mine like I was about to become his…
Voice: You got a light?
A light? What in the blue of all hell did this gentleman…better yet BEAST want with a light. Reaching into my pocket and pulling out a blue lighter as he walked up towards me, grasping it right out of my sweaty palms.
Voice: Thanks.
Marc Reason: …
Lighting a cigarette before tossing me the lighter right back.
Voice: So…we got a problem here or what?
Marc Reason: Problem?
He took another drag of the cancer ridden cigarette before blowing the smoke right into my face.
Voice: You look like a smart gentleman or you won’t be here would you. So let me ask you this son, what sort of force would someone need to put into their arm if they wanted to know someone’s teeth out of their mouth?
GULP!
That was all my mouth could muster out. Knock out teeth, blowing smoke into my face…why the hell didn’t I just force sleep on my self. GEEZ! I shook my head in a no answer like I didn’t know but then again…I DIDN’T!
Voice: So what I’m trying to say is this son…you didn’t see anything did you right?
My head shook again.
Voice: Good because if you had of then we both know where this would lead to…right?
“TO BE CONTINUED!…”
/======\
RING! RING!
I felt so dark and depressed today. I just wanted it all to be rid of me and forget the life that I once had. I didn’t want to remember it at all as I sat there in my room. My thoughts were taking over my every moment as the cell phone began to ring beside me on the nightstand. Reaching over as my hand took hold of it and my eyes looked down to see who it was.
Marc Reason: Hello sis. What can I do for you…?
Sister: Is that a tone I need to hear from a brother I never see?
Sighing before answering.
Marc Reason: Is this a call that I need to hear from a sister that I hear from to much?
Sister: So I was thinking…my wedding isn’t for another month now, how about I come see you and we can hang out. What do you say?
Great…sister love to the rescue. Can someone come get me a paper towel to wipe these fake tears that I should be having. Oh that’s right, family is nothing more then a way to show that you care for something in life other then yourself. A way to express how you feel and what is going on in your life. A way to not be alone in the world. Well knock, knock, knock everyone…family for me is another REASON to my life that I could care less about. Pressing my hand through my hair before answering her.
Marc Reason: I don’t think so sis. I would love to but I’m sort of tied up with work and everything. How about a rain check?
Sister: You know Marc…it wasn’t your fault you know. You can’t blame yourself for what happen to her.
Marc Reason: I got to go ok.
I didn’t wait for her response. My finger hit the end button on the phone right after those words. Tossing the phone down by my feet as I looked over to the mirror that was towards my right. My eyes looked sad with shades of red throughout them. So much on my mind that I would love to get off but no matter how much I told myself I was sorry I could free the pain that they held.
Marc Reason: My life the last few years have been nothing more then ruins set to threaten my sanity. Though it wasn’t always like that. I had a loving family, a father, a mother, a sister, all loving the time that we had at the dinner table. Yet the man upstairs didn’t see that path for my life of reason. No…he saw hardships and pain taking over my life. A life full of regrets of things that I have and will do. But the good thing about all that pain that I hold inside is that when it gets let out I feel untouchable. I feel like a beast is coming out and I can do about anything. Which is why I came here…to Elite Fight Club.
Swinging my feet up and off the bed before raising up off it.
Marc Reason: You see, pain is something that I’ve never liked in my life. Physical or mental pain to me was life trying to cut you down like a tree. Inch by inch, branch by branch as you become nothing more then saw dust getting blown through the wind. But I except that pain with an open smile. Though each person that steps in my way might beg to differ. Like my first fighter this week in Elite’s first show, “Sugar” Shane Doyle.
My mouth opened and a giggle came flying out like a rocket.
Marc Reason: Is there a reason why you call yourself “Sugar” Shane? Are you sweet? Are you like the sugar you put in coffee and tea? Or should we say like the sort you’d put in a cake or pie? That’s it, a cake. Sort of like you being a piece of cake to me. Understand this Shane, others light look at you and think that being this is my first fight ever that butterflies should be in my gut but that’s far from the truth. Nothing but the rage that I’ve had towards my out reason’s of hate are held there to be let out. I’m not about smiles and handshakes Shane, that’s not me and will never be me so forget thinking that. At Lethal Intent Shane, Sugar melts when you heat it up and I’ll be your heat to melt you “Sugar”!
…
::LIGHTS OUT!::
The weather was good here in Cambridge, Massachusetts. The wind was blowing in at a soft breezy which was a good things today. My studies was coming together which to my mothers degree, she was so proud of me that her voice back in Texas was covering the entire state. Walking down the pathway towards the library for studies, the night creeping over me like a light bulb going out in an already darken room, my feet began walking even faster. With every step my mind racing through figures and math questions that I knew was going to be on my test tomorrow. God way the hell was I still up and not getting the rest that I knew I was going to need? Passing the first building that lead down a weird alley, turning the corner for the final leg I heard someone down the way with a sharpening scream.
“…HELPPPPP MEEEE!…”
My eyes and ears looked to the right like a sharp knife going through butter. My heart skidded to a stop like a car about to crash into something that it didn’t need to hit. My body, standing not to tough enough for a fight stood there wondering what the hell that scream could be connected to. Reaching into my pocket for my phone before a voice came aloud from behind me.
Voice: Hey you!
Oh I could feel my body tensing up from the fear that was inside me. Twisting so slow, my eyes following the path of the world till I could see the tall built up man that was ready to strike on me or so I thought. He was taller then me, build like a brick house, as his eyes looked deep into mine like I was about to become his…
Voice: You got a light?
A light? What in the blue of all hell did this gentleman…better yet BEAST want with a light. Reaching into my pocket and pulling out a blue lighter as he walked up towards me, grasping it right out of my sweaty palms.
Voice: Thanks.
Marc Reason: …
Lighting a cigarette before tossing me the lighter right back.
Voice: So…we got a problem here or what?
Marc Reason: Problem?
He took another drag of the cancer ridden cigarette before blowing the smoke right into my face.
Voice: You look like a smart gentleman or you won’t be here would you. So let me ask you this son, what sort of force would someone need to put into their arm if they wanted to know someone’s teeth out of their mouth?
GULP!
That was all my mouth could muster out. Knock out teeth, blowing smoke into my face…why the hell didn’t I just force sleep on my self. GEEZ! I shook my head in a no answer like I didn’t know but then again…I DIDN’T!
Voice: So what I’m trying to say is this son…you didn’t see anything did you right?
My head shook again.
Voice: Good because if you had of then we both know where this would lead to…right?
“TO BE CONTINUED!…”
/======\
RING! RING!
I felt so dark and depressed today. I just wanted it all to be rid of me and forget the life that I once had. I didn’t want to remember it at all as I sat there in my room. My thoughts were taking over my every moment as the cell phone began to ring beside me on the nightstand. Reaching over as my hand took hold of it and my eyes looked down to see who it was.
Marc Reason: Hello sis. What can I do for you…?
Sister: Is that a tone I need to hear from a brother I never see?
Sighing before answering.
Marc Reason: Is this a call that I need to hear from a sister that I hear from to much?
Sister: So I was thinking…my wedding isn’t for another month now, how about I come see you and we can hang out. What do you say?
Great…sister love to the rescue. Can someone come get me a paper towel to wipe these fake tears that I should be having. Oh that’s right, family is nothing more then a way to show that you care for something in life other then yourself. A way to express how you feel and what is going on in your life. A way to not be alone in the world. Well knock, knock, knock everyone…family for me is another REASON to my life that I could care less about. Pressing my hand through my hair before answering her.
Marc Reason: I don’t think so sis. I would love to but I’m sort of tied up with work and everything. How about a rain check?
Sister: You know Marc…it wasn’t your fault you know. You can’t blame yourself for what happen to her.
Marc Reason: I got to go ok.
I didn’t wait for her response. My finger hit the end button on the phone right after those words. Tossing the phone down by my feet as I looked over to the mirror that was towards my right. My eyes looked sad with shades of red throughout them. So much on my mind that I would love to get off but no matter how much I told myself I was sorry I could free the pain that they held.
Marc Reason: My life the last few years have been nothing more then ruins set to threaten my sanity. Though it wasn’t always like that. I had a loving family, a father, a mother, a sister, all loving the time that we had at the dinner table. Yet the man upstairs didn’t see that path for my life of reason. No…he saw hardships and pain taking over my life. A life full of regrets of things that I have and will do. But the good thing about all that pain that I hold inside is that when it gets let out I feel untouchable. I feel like a beast is coming out and I can do about anything. Which is why I came here…to Elite Fight Club.
Swinging my feet up and off the bed before raising up off it.
Marc Reason: You see, pain is something that I’ve never liked in my life. Physical or mental pain to me was life trying to cut you down like a tree. Inch by inch, branch by branch as you become nothing more then saw dust getting blown through the wind. But I except that pain with an open smile. Though each person that steps in my way might beg to differ. Like my first fighter this week in Elite’s first show, “Sugar” Shane Doyle.
My mouth opened and a giggle came flying out like a rocket.
Marc Reason: Is there a reason why you call yourself “Sugar” Shane? Are you sweet? Are you like the sugar you put in coffee and tea? Or should we say like the sort you’d put in a cake or pie? That’s it, a cake. Sort of like you being a piece of cake to me. Understand this Shane, others light look at you and think that being this is my first fight ever that butterflies should be in my gut but that’s far from the truth. Nothing but the rage that I’ve had towards my out reason’s of hate are held there to be let out. I’m not about smiles and handshakes Shane, that’s not me and will never be me so forget thinking that. At Lethal Intent Shane, Sugar melts when you heat it up and I’ll be your heat to melt you “Sugar”!
…
::LIGHTS OUT!::