Post by silver on Aug 22, 2007 18:57:24 GMT -6
The scene fades in on Silver; he is standing beside a very large oak casket. The twenty one year old was wearing a black suit as he mourned for his recently found and now lost half brother. Standing right beside Silver is Brandon. The federal agent, who had managed to get his friend out of a Las Vegas jail, had found a way to sweep all of Silver’s recent digressions under the rug, without any of his higher ups looking into the situation. Directly across from Silver and Brandon stands the trio of Jason Hammer, Moira Lynn (Gypsy) Hammer, and a young boy named David Hammer. Tears streamed down Gypsy’s cheeks; this is the second funeral she had attended this week.
A priest stood at the head of the casket, saying a prayer to the Lord Almighty, but Silver wasn’t paying attention to the holy man. His mind remained on the men that he had murdered. The first man he had killed was trying to kill him, so Silver had acted in self-defense, as with the second man, who had been aiming a rifle towards him. In all honesty, his truck had killed the second man, but it was acting as a weapon guided by his hand, and he knew that his hand is where the man’s blood lay. The next two men had been murdered in cold blood, and both of their deaths had drawn a feeling to the surface. A strange feeling that Silver almost feared, yet at the same time, excited him. Then he had heard the shot. Silver didn’t remember butchering those men with his bare hands, so when he got to read the coroner’s report, he was surprised to find that he had killed one man by nearly ripping his lower jaw off.
The priest stopped talking, and Leon’s girlfriend, a lady that Silver had never going to meet in person until now, began her speech. Silver honestly couldn’t remember her name, but he listened for a moment at her sob clogged words before he let his attention stray yet again. His thoughts turned to the last man whose death he had caused; his own half-brother. Silver thought that if he had done something, anything different, he and his brother would be arguing about something, or laughing and joking about what Silver’s latest opponent had said to try to rattle his nerves. But Silver was now seeing the blood of his own brother, stained on his hands. The young lady at the podium finished, and asked very quietly, for a moment of silence.
After the moment of silence, another speaker stepped up to the podium; a male this time. His skin was light tan, and he spoke with a Hispanic accent. The only part of the man’s eulogy that Silver caught, revealed that this man had been Leon’s best friend for most of his life. But again, Silver fell into the swirling thoughts in his own mind. He thought at his ranking in the polls this week. Everyone had voted against him, except Leon, and now that the massive man was gone, he was truly alone in this upcoming match, except maybe, for the weird spiritual presence that both Kyle Neverwinter and Gypsy had claimed to have felt. But, Silver wasn’t really sure what he believed in right now, except for the feeling that he would win the upcoming match.
The Hispanic young man stopped speaking for a moment. He took a deep breath to steady himself, and to fight back the tears that were threatening to overcome him. Silver still didn’t try to pay attention. Instead, his thoughts had changed course yet again. Silver was thinking about Scott Lanegan, the man who was favored to win the upcoming match. Lanegan had recently put out a promo that Silver had caught while locked up. In the promo, Scott had claimed to have beaten both Silver and Eddie Jones in a one-on-one competition, but that was total bull-shit. Scott might have beaten Eddie in a single’s match, but he had never even stood alone in the ring with Silver. Even in the tag team competition, Scott had only beaten him once, ad at that point he tried to throw a little girl at Silver. Of course, the Order had interfered. Scott also seemed to believe that huffing paint fumes would help improve his in-ring performance; he would easily lose the upcoming match.
The Hispanic young man had finally stepped away from the podium only to be replaced by Leon’s foster mother. Yet again, when she began to talk, Silver’s thoughts wandered. He was focusing on Eddie Jones, his other opponent in the match for the Television Title. Jones is even less of a threat then Lanegan is. Not only did Silver royally beat the hell out of him in a one-on-one match, Jones is the second biggest paper champion in Power On Wresting. Jones was outranked only by Shadow, and Silver had beat Shadow a number of times. Silver remembered catching Eddie’s promo just before he left to come to Leon’s funeral; it had been totally strange and weird, with no point whatsoever. Silver knew that this upcoming match for the Television Title would just be a repeat of the AAA medallion match, but instead of Night coming out on top; it would be Silver standing in the right, holding the prize high.
Leon’s foster mother finished her part, and Silver knew it was his turn to speak. He stepped up to the casket, and looked down at his brother’s peaceful form. Silver had prepared something to say, but now those words seemed hollow. Everything seemed hollow, even his soon to be victory would be hollow, if Silver didn’t give his brother one last thing. He reached into his pocketed and pulled out a folded flag. The triangular flag was black with what looked to be a red iron cross on it. In one corner of the folded flag, in gold slanted handwriting were the words “Society of Chaos”. Silver laid the flag down beside his brother, and thought to himself, 'In death I give you the honor you earned time and time again in life.' Finished with that task, Silver looked up to the sky as a single tear drop rolled down his cheek. “Looks like rain,” was the only thing he said out loud, as the camera pans up. The scene fades to black slowly as the last image the camera gives is a perfect view of a completely cloudless sky.
A priest stood at the head of the casket, saying a prayer to the Lord Almighty, but Silver wasn’t paying attention to the holy man. His mind remained on the men that he had murdered. The first man he had killed was trying to kill him, so Silver had acted in self-defense, as with the second man, who had been aiming a rifle towards him. In all honesty, his truck had killed the second man, but it was acting as a weapon guided by his hand, and he knew that his hand is where the man’s blood lay. The next two men had been murdered in cold blood, and both of their deaths had drawn a feeling to the surface. A strange feeling that Silver almost feared, yet at the same time, excited him. Then he had heard the shot. Silver didn’t remember butchering those men with his bare hands, so when he got to read the coroner’s report, he was surprised to find that he had killed one man by nearly ripping his lower jaw off.
The priest stopped talking, and Leon’s girlfriend, a lady that Silver had never going to meet in person until now, began her speech. Silver honestly couldn’t remember her name, but he listened for a moment at her sob clogged words before he let his attention stray yet again. His thoughts turned to the last man whose death he had caused; his own half-brother. Silver thought that if he had done something, anything different, he and his brother would be arguing about something, or laughing and joking about what Silver’s latest opponent had said to try to rattle his nerves. But Silver was now seeing the blood of his own brother, stained on his hands. The young lady at the podium finished, and asked very quietly, for a moment of silence.
After the moment of silence, another speaker stepped up to the podium; a male this time. His skin was light tan, and he spoke with a Hispanic accent. The only part of the man’s eulogy that Silver caught, revealed that this man had been Leon’s best friend for most of his life. But again, Silver fell into the swirling thoughts in his own mind. He thought at his ranking in the polls this week. Everyone had voted against him, except Leon, and now that the massive man was gone, he was truly alone in this upcoming match, except maybe, for the weird spiritual presence that both Kyle Neverwinter and Gypsy had claimed to have felt. But, Silver wasn’t really sure what he believed in right now, except for the feeling that he would win the upcoming match.
The Hispanic young man stopped speaking for a moment. He took a deep breath to steady himself, and to fight back the tears that were threatening to overcome him. Silver still didn’t try to pay attention. Instead, his thoughts had changed course yet again. Silver was thinking about Scott Lanegan, the man who was favored to win the upcoming match. Lanegan had recently put out a promo that Silver had caught while locked up. In the promo, Scott had claimed to have beaten both Silver and Eddie Jones in a one-on-one competition, but that was total bull-shit. Scott might have beaten Eddie in a single’s match, but he had never even stood alone in the ring with Silver. Even in the tag team competition, Scott had only beaten him once, ad at that point he tried to throw a little girl at Silver. Of course, the Order had interfered. Scott also seemed to believe that huffing paint fumes would help improve his in-ring performance; he would easily lose the upcoming match.
The Hispanic young man had finally stepped away from the podium only to be replaced by Leon’s foster mother. Yet again, when she began to talk, Silver’s thoughts wandered. He was focusing on Eddie Jones, his other opponent in the match for the Television Title. Jones is even less of a threat then Lanegan is. Not only did Silver royally beat the hell out of him in a one-on-one match, Jones is the second biggest paper champion in Power On Wresting. Jones was outranked only by Shadow, and Silver had beat Shadow a number of times. Silver remembered catching Eddie’s promo just before he left to come to Leon’s funeral; it had been totally strange and weird, with no point whatsoever. Silver knew that this upcoming match for the Television Title would just be a repeat of the AAA medallion match, but instead of Night coming out on top; it would be Silver standing in the right, holding the prize high.
Leon’s foster mother finished her part, and Silver knew it was his turn to speak. He stepped up to the casket, and looked down at his brother’s peaceful form. Silver had prepared something to say, but now those words seemed hollow. Everything seemed hollow, even his soon to be victory would be hollow, if Silver didn’t give his brother one last thing. He reached into his pocketed and pulled out a folded flag. The triangular flag was black with what looked to be a red iron cross on it. In one corner of the folded flag, in gold slanted handwriting were the words “Society of Chaos”. Silver laid the flag down beside his brother, and thought to himself, 'In death I give you the honor you earned time and time again in life.' Finished with that task, Silver looked up to the sky as a single tear drop rolled down his cheek. “Looks like rain,” was the only thing he said out loud, as the camera pans up. The scene fades to black slowly as the last image the camera gives is a perfect view of a completely cloudless sky.