Post by Jason Phoenix on Jan 29, 2011 21:57:41 GMT -5
Darkness. Suddenly the click of a tarnished Zippo is heard. The face of Luke Haven is lit up, his green eyes staring intently into the flame. He is silent, thinking; thinking about his past, his future, and all of his mistakes in life.
Dark.
Again. I won again. What’s the point anymore? This isn’t a challenge, isn’t a risk, isn’t even fun anymore. They keep throwing the bottom of the barrel losers at me, and I just strike them down.
Click. The flame dances through the night like a ballerina, the darkness its partner in the beautiful, horrid dance, with Luke as its only viewer.
I thought I would like it here, would love winning, but I’m not. The only thing I’ve enjoyed since I got here was my match with Josh Eagles, and he kicked my ass. It’s not that I liked losing, but I liked the challenge.
Dark.
He put me through a rigorous test to see just who I was. That was one of the hardest fights I’ve had in my entire life. And even when I thought I had a chance of winning, he stole it right out from under me.
Click. The flame erupts like a small volcano in his hand, shooting heat into the cold night air. Luke’s eyes fix back to the safety of his crimson spark.
Eagle's is a great fighter and proved his worth to me; but these other guys, they’re just boring. Half the time I feel like they’re not even showing up to fight.
Dark. Luke is heard taking a few deep breathes, filling his lungs with the cold night air. A beat.
And that Sterling guy, he’s just a huge douche. But I’ve dealt with his kind my entire life. I’m just sick of him blaming me for shit I don’t do. I haven’t so much as stole a pack of gum since I got here.
Click. Luke watches the flame as his past flows through it; fighting on the streets, running away from home, his first kiss with Chloe. His mind filled with thoughts of regret, anguish, and fear. Suddenly, Luke throws the lighter to the ground, smothering the flame he just created.
Dark.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I’m getting soft. Fighting all of these pansies is throwing me off my game. I used to be the king of the streets, and now I’m just the court jester in Sterling’s kingdom; just a pawn for him to fuck with, to give him a petty laugh. I was the ruler of my realm, and he’s trying to hold me down. And now he puts me against this psycho Ogre Lambart; the court jester vs. the village idiot. He says he wants me to “rise up to the challenge.”
Click. Luke slowly stands from his seated position, staring fixedly at the flame. His breathing becomes heavier.
Ha, I’ll prove to him that I’m nothing to mess with. He wants to see the jester dance? Then let’s go.
Dark. The sound of the zippo closing echoes in the darkness.
Dark.
Again. I won again. What’s the point anymore? This isn’t a challenge, isn’t a risk, isn’t even fun anymore. They keep throwing the bottom of the barrel losers at me, and I just strike them down.
Click. The flame dances through the night like a ballerina, the darkness its partner in the beautiful, horrid dance, with Luke as its only viewer.
I thought I would like it here, would love winning, but I’m not. The only thing I’ve enjoyed since I got here was my match with Josh Eagles, and he kicked my ass. It’s not that I liked losing, but I liked the challenge.
Dark.
He put me through a rigorous test to see just who I was. That was one of the hardest fights I’ve had in my entire life. And even when I thought I had a chance of winning, he stole it right out from under me.
Click. The flame erupts like a small volcano in his hand, shooting heat into the cold night air. Luke’s eyes fix back to the safety of his crimson spark.
Eagle's is a great fighter and proved his worth to me; but these other guys, they’re just boring. Half the time I feel like they’re not even showing up to fight.
Dark. Luke is heard taking a few deep breathes, filling his lungs with the cold night air. A beat.
And that Sterling guy, he’s just a huge douche. But I’ve dealt with his kind my entire life. I’m just sick of him blaming me for shit I don’t do. I haven’t so much as stole a pack of gum since I got here.
Click. Luke watches the flame as his past flows through it; fighting on the streets, running away from home, his first kiss with Chloe. His mind filled with thoughts of regret, anguish, and fear. Suddenly, Luke throws the lighter to the ground, smothering the flame he just created.
Dark.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I’m getting soft. Fighting all of these pansies is throwing me off my game. I used to be the king of the streets, and now I’m just the court jester in Sterling’s kingdom; just a pawn for him to fuck with, to give him a petty laugh. I was the ruler of my realm, and he’s trying to hold me down. And now he puts me against this psycho Ogre Lambart; the court jester vs. the village idiot. He says he wants me to “rise up to the challenge.”
Click. Luke slowly stands from his seated position, staring fixedly at the flame. His breathing becomes heavier.
Ha, I’ll prove to him that I’m nothing to mess with. He wants to see the jester dance? Then let’s go.
Dark. The sound of the zippo closing echoes in the darkness.