Post by fraserfreeman on Jul 31, 2015 18:25:57 GMT -6
SLAM! The thudding crack of a steel fire door being forcefully flung shut echoes loudly down an old cobbled back alley. The man responsible for the almost sound barrier piercing thud stands in the alley a few feet from the door, rage pulsing through his body, the veins in his neck popping, fists clenched tightly top lip twitching like mad. For this man is Fraser Freeman and this is not just any alleyway, this side alley comes onto the back of the nationally renowned Pleasure Dome. The alley is 12ft wide, on one side a back exit from the Pleasure Dome on the other a run down former butchers shop that has clearly been out of business for the best part of a decade. The wooden frame around the window cracked and weather beaten, the glass itself suffering from one or two cracks, the red wooden door looks like a whole family of word worm stopped by for a vacation. Above the door a dusty old plaque that reads F.C.K.N Gore Traditional Butchers.
Freeman still completely incensed turns quickly and launches himself back towards the door he exited and with his clenched fist lets out a ferocious straight right that sends concrete dust flying and leaves behind an indent of Freeman’s fist, his knuckles print marked in his own blood. He spreads his arms wide and looks up to the sky.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
the incensed Freeman notices the only object in the alleyway besides himself a steel trash can, he wastes no time at all in picking it up and spinning round in a pure rage releasing it as it goes flying through the air.
CRASH
The trash can makes its unplanned first class flight straight through the butcher shop window as Freeman breathes heavy looking at his handy work, neck veins popping, lip still twitching, no he is far from done, in fact he may only be just getting started. Freeman stomps forward two steps and on the third boom, a high impact big boot straight into the red door snapping it clean off its hinges and flying back into the shop. Freeman stomps in, the stench in the place is over overpoweringly rotten, the old glass counter caked in years of cobwebs and dust, the smell clearly coming from the rotting mouldy piece of meet that has clearly been left inside it for a some years. There is not much in the room, behind the glass counter is a metal attached to the back wall on which lies a rusty old machete, in the corner an old wooden butchers block. Freeman charges at the glass counter and lunges down scooping the bottom and powering through flipping the damn thing straight over! He jumps over it like an Olympic hurdler, his eyes firmly attached to the machete as he reaches out and picks it up, in a fluid motion he picks up the machete and spins around crashing it down into the glass counter, lift SMASH, lift SMASH, lift SMASH, Lift SMASH.
Freeman is suddenly distracted by the sound of an empty glass bottle rolling along the floor and his attention turns to it, dropping the machete to the ground. The noise came from the only other room in the building, the doorway missing the very door that use to stand there, the old hanging room. As he charges towards it he sees some of the old hooks still dangling from the ceiling of the room, the hooks rusty and old, the floor bloodstained yet dusty, as he stomps into the room he sees an elderly, clearly homeless man in the corner asleep, brown paper bag from which the bottle had obviously rolled in hand. The homeless man is in a black beanie that is stained, the fabric eroding, he has an old duffel coat that is matted with god knows what and a pair of thick black pants with more holes in them than a crime scene in down town Crenshaw! His hair long and scruffy and a full matted beard.
As freeman storms into the room however this man is not a homeless man in his minds eye, no for Fraser Freeman sees Cole Hunter! The man who is making his life a living fucking misery! For Freeman moments ago came to the frank realisation about what that sick fuck and his bands of goons are most likely doing to the only woman he has ever loved and THAT was the last straw, THAT kicked him into full on RAGE MODE. For long enough he has tried his darnedest to keep his anger in check, to stop himself from entering the dark oblivion that is unbridled aggression, them efforts have finally met there end!
As he looks down at the man on the floor what he sees is Cole Hunter with a beaming grin on his face laughing psychotically, as Freeman takes a step forward he hears the man speak
Cole Hunter: Her safety is the utmost importance, just keep telling yourself that... while her vocal stylings tickle our auditory receptors with nomenclature proving... certain truths...
Yet the reality is the only sound in the room was that of the homeless man whimpering as he woke up and sees Freeman charging towards him, he puts his arms out and yells as he climbs to his feet. Freeman charges forward and viciously spears the man against the wall, now on his knees Freeman looks enraged as he reaches out and grabs the throat of the man he sees as Cole Hunter. Squeezing harder and harder each second, choking the air out of the mans lungs, until he blinks and then suddenly he is back to reality, he sees the man for what he is! He releases his grip and falls back on his ass and starts scooting away backwards, raising his hands to his head in shock as he looks on at the now unconscious homeless man.
Freeman pulls himself up and goes over and checks the mans pulse.
Freeman: Thank fuck
The man has a shallow but steady pulse. Freeman pulls his cellphone from his back pocket and calls for an ambulance.
Emergency services: 911 what’s your emergency
Freeman: Ambulance please, send it to the old F.C.K.N Gore Butchers down the side of the Pleasure Dome.
Freeman hangs up his phone and reaches in his front pocket and pulls out a wad of bills, he puts them in the mans pocket.
Freeman: I’m sorry old timer
He turns and quickly makes his way out of the store and down the alley to the main road out the front of the Pleasure Dome where his Harley is parked. He hops on puts the key in the ignition and rides off into the night sky.
Two Hours later
The scene opens up in almost pitch black. All that can be scene is the red glow of a fire in the distance as the camera begins to close in on it, it becomes clear we are in the middle of the desert, nothing around for miles and miles. The glow turns into flames as the camera gets closer, the glint of the scorched red desert dust occasionally glinting. Beside the fire is a motorcycle and beside that is a man sat in front of the fire, that man is Fraser Freeman.
As the camera gets into full view it is a complete shock that we witness what appears to be a completely chilled out Fraser Freeman. He is sat in front of the fire occasionally raising his hands for warmth with a surprising calm demeanour about him, especially considering how he was just a few short hours ago. You see this is Freeman's safe place, his sea of tranquillity. The dark depths of baron desert land sooth his soul, nothing around for miles and miles, his place of escape and there has never been a more apt time for him to seek escape! The camera zooms in as Freeman seems to be going into in depth thought, he places his hand on his chin before removing it and looking up to the camera to speak.
Hello UWA, welcome to my paradise, my home away from home. Out here there are no distractions, no people, no questions, no expectations, just you and your own thoughts. A man can come out to the middle of the desert and he can focus his mind, he can ask himself the important questions that only he himself can answer and he can achieve calm, put his mind at peace.
You see the past month, time after time, after time I have got nowhere in my quest to free my beloved Jade from the grasps of Cole Hunter and Artemis. The rage has been building, growing week on week, slowly reaching boiling point. Now im sure you will all think “but Fraser your the calmest we have seen you in like forever” well let me tell you a secret, sometimes looks can be deceiving.
Freeman lets out a cheeky smirk
You see your not seeing a man who has reached boiling point and came out the other side, you are not witnessing a man who has let out all his pent up anger and reached clarity. No see you are witnessing a man who has entered the calm before the storm! For months the pressure has built, the winds have began swirling and swirling, picking up momentum and speed. But now we have reached that odd moment, that moment where everything hits ultimate calm right before the storm of the century comes rolling on in!
Freeman lets out another big grin as his mind drifts to images of the ensuing battle, of images of the pain and suffering he has planned for Cole and his little fuck slut.
Monday Night on Mayhem a storm is coming! Cole if you think that my actions towards your fellow psychotic sidekicks have been vicious to date you have no idea what is awaiting them on Monday! Especially your little bitch Artemis. OH Artie what a naive young girl you are.
Freeman chuckles to himself as he shakes his head from side to side.
It seems to me that you think that because you have been at the mercy of some vicious gang leader and came out the victor, that you are not fearing the consequences of what I said I will do to you. You said outright that I don’t scare you, that there is nothing I can do that will scare you and coming into battle with me girl that attitude is down right foolish, in fact I dare say suicidal!
Freeman lets out a laugh and shakes his head from side to side again a show to the viewer that he deems Artemis foolish and sees her as wandering into a storm she is not only under prepared for but it is in fact 100 times more potent than first thought.
Let me tell you something Artie, you may not be scared for your safety, you may not be fearful, but I am. No you don’t need to adjust your audio equipment I did indeed just say that. See I am scared of what I am going to do to you, not because I care, hell I wouldn’t give a shit if you dropped dead tomorrow! I am fearful because I am not sure I will be able to stop myself when I step inside the squared circle with you! You see Artie, my mind has been playing cruel tricks on me, I have been envisaging your little ass hat boyfriends face on others and I have been attacked poor defenseless innocent victims!
Freeman intakes deeply and lets out a sigh, a show that he is in fact a little bit disgusted with himself in relation to his actions as of late.
But you see Artie that is precisely why I am fearful, if I can nearly kill an innocent man just because I have psychologically mistaken him for the man who took my precious Jade. What the fuck am I going to do when I am face to face with the other person who is directly responsible for her kidnap and I fear I wont be able to stop, I fear this time I will go to far and I will have your DEATH on my hands.
Freeman looks down at the dirt on the floor and again raises his hand to his chin, deep in thought, before looking up and laughing sadistically, as he comes to a realization, laughing for a good 20 seconds before steadying himself.
You want to know whats so funny Artie? Your death on my hands, I could live with that!
Freeman smirks sadistically and begins to laugh like a madman once more as the camera starts to pan out, getting further and further away from the red glow until blackness ensues and the feed ends.
Freeman still completely incensed turns quickly and launches himself back towards the door he exited and with his clenched fist lets out a ferocious straight right that sends concrete dust flying and leaves behind an indent of Freeman’s fist, his knuckles print marked in his own blood. He spreads his arms wide and looks up to the sky.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
the incensed Freeman notices the only object in the alleyway besides himself a steel trash can, he wastes no time at all in picking it up and spinning round in a pure rage releasing it as it goes flying through the air.
CRASH
The trash can makes its unplanned first class flight straight through the butcher shop window as Freeman breathes heavy looking at his handy work, neck veins popping, lip still twitching, no he is far from done, in fact he may only be just getting started. Freeman stomps forward two steps and on the third boom, a high impact big boot straight into the red door snapping it clean off its hinges and flying back into the shop. Freeman stomps in, the stench in the place is over overpoweringly rotten, the old glass counter caked in years of cobwebs and dust, the smell clearly coming from the rotting mouldy piece of meet that has clearly been left inside it for a some years. There is not much in the room, behind the glass counter is a metal attached to the back wall on which lies a rusty old machete, in the corner an old wooden butchers block. Freeman charges at the glass counter and lunges down scooping the bottom and powering through flipping the damn thing straight over! He jumps over it like an Olympic hurdler, his eyes firmly attached to the machete as he reaches out and picks it up, in a fluid motion he picks up the machete and spins around crashing it down into the glass counter, lift SMASH, lift SMASH, lift SMASH, Lift SMASH.
Freeman is suddenly distracted by the sound of an empty glass bottle rolling along the floor and his attention turns to it, dropping the machete to the ground. The noise came from the only other room in the building, the doorway missing the very door that use to stand there, the old hanging room. As he charges towards it he sees some of the old hooks still dangling from the ceiling of the room, the hooks rusty and old, the floor bloodstained yet dusty, as he stomps into the room he sees an elderly, clearly homeless man in the corner asleep, brown paper bag from which the bottle had obviously rolled in hand. The homeless man is in a black beanie that is stained, the fabric eroding, he has an old duffel coat that is matted with god knows what and a pair of thick black pants with more holes in them than a crime scene in down town Crenshaw! His hair long and scruffy and a full matted beard.
As freeman storms into the room however this man is not a homeless man in his minds eye, no for Fraser Freeman sees Cole Hunter! The man who is making his life a living fucking misery! For Freeman moments ago came to the frank realisation about what that sick fuck and his bands of goons are most likely doing to the only woman he has ever loved and THAT was the last straw, THAT kicked him into full on RAGE MODE. For long enough he has tried his darnedest to keep his anger in check, to stop himself from entering the dark oblivion that is unbridled aggression, them efforts have finally met there end!
As he looks down at the man on the floor what he sees is Cole Hunter with a beaming grin on his face laughing psychotically, as Freeman takes a step forward he hears the man speak
Cole Hunter: Her safety is the utmost importance, just keep telling yourself that... while her vocal stylings tickle our auditory receptors with nomenclature proving... certain truths...
Yet the reality is the only sound in the room was that of the homeless man whimpering as he woke up and sees Freeman charging towards him, he puts his arms out and yells as he climbs to his feet. Freeman charges forward and viciously spears the man against the wall, now on his knees Freeman looks enraged as he reaches out and grabs the throat of the man he sees as Cole Hunter. Squeezing harder and harder each second, choking the air out of the mans lungs, until he blinks and then suddenly he is back to reality, he sees the man for what he is! He releases his grip and falls back on his ass and starts scooting away backwards, raising his hands to his head in shock as he looks on at the now unconscious homeless man.
Freeman pulls himself up and goes over and checks the mans pulse.
Freeman: Thank fuck
The man has a shallow but steady pulse. Freeman pulls his cellphone from his back pocket and calls for an ambulance.
Emergency services: 911 what’s your emergency
Freeman: Ambulance please, send it to the old F.C.K.N Gore Butchers down the side of the Pleasure Dome.
Freeman hangs up his phone and reaches in his front pocket and pulls out a wad of bills, he puts them in the mans pocket.
Freeman: I’m sorry old timer
He turns and quickly makes his way out of the store and down the alley to the main road out the front of the Pleasure Dome where his Harley is parked. He hops on puts the key in the ignition and rides off into the night sky.
Two Hours later
The scene opens up in almost pitch black. All that can be scene is the red glow of a fire in the distance as the camera begins to close in on it, it becomes clear we are in the middle of the desert, nothing around for miles and miles. The glow turns into flames as the camera gets closer, the glint of the scorched red desert dust occasionally glinting. Beside the fire is a motorcycle and beside that is a man sat in front of the fire, that man is Fraser Freeman.
As the camera gets into full view it is a complete shock that we witness what appears to be a completely chilled out Fraser Freeman. He is sat in front of the fire occasionally raising his hands for warmth with a surprising calm demeanour about him, especially considering how he was just a few short hours ago. You see this is Freeman's safe place, his sea of tranquillity. The dark depths of baron desert land sooth his soul, nothing around for miles and miles, his place of escape and there has never been a more apt time for him to seek escape! The camera zooms in as Freeman seems to be going into in depth thought, he places his hand on his chin before removing it and looking up to the camera to speak.
Hello UWA, welcome to my paradise, my home away from home. Out here there are no distractions, no people, no questions, no expectations, just you and your own thoughts. A man can come out to the middle of the desert and he can focus his mind, he can ask himself the important questions that only he himself can answer and he can achieve calm, put his mind at peace.
You see the past month, time after time, after time I have got nowhere in my quest to free my beloved Jade from the grasps of Cole Hunter and Artemis. The rage has been building, growing week on week, slowly reaching boiling point. Now im sure you will all think “but Fraser your the calmest we have seen you in like forever” well let me tell you a secret, sometimes looks can be deceiving.
Freeman lets out a cheeky smirk
You see your not seeing a man who has reached boiling point and came out the other side, you are not witnessing a man who has let out all his pent up anger and reached clarity. No see you are witnessing a man who has entered the calm before the storm! For months the pressure has built, the winds have began swirling and swirling, picking up momentum and speed. But now we have reached that odd moment, that moment where everything hits ultimate calm right before the storm of the century comes rolling on in!
Freeman lets out another big grin as his mind drifts to images of the ensuing battle, of images of the pain and suffering he has planned for Cole and his little fuck slut.
Monday Night on Mayhem a storm is coming! Cole if you think that my actions towards your fellow psychotic sidekicks have been vicious to date you have no idea what is awaiting them on Monday! Especially your little bitch Artemis. OH Artie what a naive young girl you are.
Freeman chuckles to himself as he shakes his head from side to side.
It seems to me that you think that because you have been at the mercy of some vicious gang leader and came out the victor, that you are not fearing the consequences of what I said I will do to you. You said outright that I don’t scare you, that there is nothing I can do that will scare you and coming into battle with me girl that attitude is down right foolish, in fact I dare say suicidal!
Freeman lets out a laugh and shakes his head from side to side again a show to the viewer that he deems Artemis foolish and sees her as wandering into a storm she is not only under prepared for but it is in fact 100 times more potent than first thought.
Let me tell you something Artie, you may not be scared for your safety, you may not be fearful, but I am. No you don’t need to adjust your audio equipment I did indeed just say that. See I am scared of what I am going to do to you, not because I care, hell I wouldn’t give a shit if you dropped dead tomorrow! I am fearful because I am not sure I will be able to stop myself when I step inside the squared circle with you! You see Artie, my mind has been playing cruel tricks on me, I have been envisaging your little ass hat boyfriends face on others and I have been attacked poor defenseless innocent victims!
Freeman intakes deeply and lets out a sigh, a show that he is in fact a little bit disgusted with himself in relation to his actions as of late.
But you see Artie that is precisely why I am fearful, if I can nearly kill an innocent man just because I have psychologically mistaken him for the man who took my precious Jade. What the fuck am I going to do when I am face to face with the other person who is directly responsible for her kidnap and I fear I wont be able to stop, I fear this time I will go to far and I will have your DEATH on my hands.
Freeman looks down at the dirt on the floor and again raises his hand to his chin, deep in thought, before looking up and laughing sadistically, as he comes to a realization, laughing for a good 20 seconds before steadying himself.
You want to know whats so funny Artie? Your death on my hands, I could live with that!
Freeman smirks sadistically and begins to laugh like a madman once more as the camera starts to pan out, getting further and further away from the red glow until blackness ensues and the feed ends.
