Post by fraserfreeman on Oct 9, 2015 22:18:01 GMT -6
It's just gone midday, the sun blasts through the windows of an office building and beems light down on a downtrodden broken looking man. For this is Fraser Freeman, he is face down in a puddle of his own puke on the office floor of his business and tag partner the Silver Baron. It has been a rough couple of months for Fraser to say the very least. He returned to come to the rescue of the only woman he has ever fully let his gaurd down to. A woman he loved it could be argued more than he valued his own existence. Yet shock horror it turns out that very woman had been playing with his emotions all along. Hell as if that wasnt enough to send him on a downward spiral, that very woman proceeded to kidnap his daughter. The only person alive bar Jade he would gladly take a bullet for, his pride and joy. Sure Ember is no angel, she isnt exactly a great role model but he loves her un conditionally as she is. She is his flesh and blood and the only person other than Jade herself who is in his trust bubble a bubble that has welllllllll and truly been poped and all in the space of a couple of minutes!
So that brings us to the present as Freeman begins to stir pushing himself out of his own vomit and rolling onto his back, he sits up squinting like he has the hangover from hell and puts his hand to his head.
You see Fraser Freeman is no stranger to the darkest depths of his own mind, but the depths he is now entering he never thought humanly possible. Compassion, hope, love, optomism, enthusiasm all now nothing but distant remnants of the man he use to be. Instead there is nothing in his heart but anger, rage, hatred and an insatiable thirst for retribution.
Freeman pulls himself to his feet and stumbles his way across to Barons desk and slumps down into the masters chair so to speak. He opens the laptop on it and loads up his emails. He notices the top one labled Sentinel, opens it up and hits play on the attached video. The next few minutes a still slightly drunk Freeman watches the video transfixed, taking in every word, there is certainly alot of tutting and laughing on Freemans part that is for sure. Things said he veermently disagrees with but that sudenly is the last thing on his mind as a new email pops up header-ed "Urgent- Possible Ember lead" he frantically clicks the email.
Freemans eyes go wide, but not in a glad to see you or happy manner. No there is a blankness, a coldness, a hatred in his eyes as he stares at the page infront of him. he frantically jots the adress down on postit note and places it in his jeans pocket. He viciously slams the laptop shut, it would be a suprise if the screen still works after the force it just withstood at Freemans hand. He opens the top desk draw and smirks as he reaches in.
Freeman: BINGO!
He pulls out a bottle of Whiskey and pops the top and proceeds to glug glug glug away at it. he stands up the force of which sends Barons desk chair flying backwards and into the shelving unit behind it sending various items tumbling off the shelves to the floor and throws the empty Whiskey bottle on the floor smashing it into tiny peices on the floor below. Freeman storms out as the feed fades to black.
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Seven Hours Later
San Jose, California
Fraser Freeman is sat on his Harley, he isnt moving much, his eyes trained on the same spot they have been for the last 40 minutes straight. A red door with the number 1023 on it. It is not the kind of street he had expected, it is a little bit run down, on the outskirts of San Jose. Not a incredibly awful neighbourhood but rundown never the less, Trash cans in the street, buildings in dire need of a lick of paint. Its getting dark out afterall it is pushing 8pm now.
Sudenly a young man in his early 20's in a hooded sweatshirt and cream cargo pants aproaches the door and inserts a key. Again not what Freeman was necesarily expecting. He figured the guy would be a gang banger but this man is as geeky as they come, red hair, akne and spectcles held together with tape. Freeman bolts from his bike and makes a beeline towards the man, the man opens the door but before he can step in Freeman approaches behind him and puts him in a choke hold and marching him forward slaming the door behind him with his foot. The mans arms flail around as he gasps for air, after a minute the man is outcold and his legs give out. Freeman bundles him over his shoulder and storms up the staircase infront of him.
Atop the stairs he bursts into the bedsit appartment, there is very little room, you certainly countly swing a cat. Theres a bed in one corner, a tv and a chair in another a cooker on the otherside and a door leading to what must be the bathroom. Its dirty and messy, pizza boxes and beer cans all over the floor. Freeman drops the man onto the bed and takes his backpack off unzips it and pulls out some rope. he ties the man to the bed at the bottom and the top. he the pulls out a car battery and a pair of jumper cables. he pulls the guys pants down and attaches the cable clips to each of the mans testicles. The shock of which brings the man around and he begins to scream but his screams are quickly muffled as Freeman leans over and places his hand over the mans mouth and stares into his eyes with a unforgiving evil look on his face and his top lip shivers with anger.
Freeman: Hello Martin, i am your worst fucking nightmare, i have a series of questions for you, if at anypoint i think your lieing to me i will attach those cables on your nuts to this here battery, do you understand?
Martin is crying tears rolling down his face as he is ranting into his gag, pleading for Freeman to release him. Freeman slaps Martin hard and leans into his face.
Freeman: I SAID DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND!
MArtin begins to nod frantically tears rolling more as his muffled sobs get louder.
Freeman: Do you know where Ember Freeman is!
Freeman undoes the gag and martins wimpers become audible.
MArtin: i.i.i.i.i.i dont know haahaa whoo that is, p,p,p,please im just a computer sc,sc,science major at SVU i.i.i.i do.n.
Freeman interupts
Freeman: Do you know Cole Hunter
MArtin: hahaha who? i dadada dont know who thatha that......
Freeman: Wrong fucking answer
Freeman shoves the gag back in Martins mouth and ataches the cables to the battery for just a second, but i dare bet it felt more like an hour to poor martin who writhes in pain.
Freeman: One more time do you know Cole Hunter!
He undoes the gag again.
Martin: I.i.i.i swear, i dadada dont know that per.per.person
Freeman stuffs in the gag again.
Freeman: Then how do you explain that your dirty fucking digital fingerprints are ALL over leaked security footage from my fucking business and Cole Hunter has been using this very footage!!! Say goodbye to your nuts sonny Jim
Freeman notices Martin pleading and removes the gag.
Martin: Wait, pl.pl.please i know what you ma,ma,ma,mean. i.i.i was paid anoymously t.t.t.to hack your security system and rerout the feed.
Freeman: Re-route it to where, you better pray to god you have the i.p adress!
Martin: T.t.t.to the dark web, the,the, conections to the location are untraceable.
Freeman turns angrily and yells "FUCK" and punches straight through the not so thick wall. He gags Martin again. He rumages into Martins pocket and pulls out Martins cellphone and throws it down on Martins chest.
Freeman: your going to need that when you wake up!
Freeman attaches the cables again and pulls a packet of cigerettes and lights one up as Martin rithes in pain till he passes out. Freeman unhooks the cables and bundles them into his bag along with the battery. He pulls a flick knife out of his boot and cuts the rope then placing it back in his boot. He slings his bag over his shoulder and storms out and down the stairs. Clearly angry as hell that he got no closer to pinpointing any kind of location for Ember he delivers a big boot to the door at the botom taking it clean off its hinges, he storms over to his bike fires it up and drives off into the night.
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The scene opens up as Freeman is perched on his bike, somewhat slightly drunk. There is the view of San Jose in the background.
Hello UWA, i bet you wernt expecting to here from me this week huh? Hell im suprised you are yourself. i really couldnt give a flying mother fucking fuck what is going on in UWA right now. As im sure most of you are aware i have MUCH bigger issues to deal with.
there is alot of anger and rage in Freemans voice.
But today i saw something i HAVE to adress. You see erlier today i saw Sentinel spouting off about war, saying he just went through the trenches with Vince Jones.
Freeman begins to laugh hard, very hard indeed almost psychotically so
Please son, save me your fucking speil, i couldnt give a flying fuck what kind of battles you have had to face. Hell i wouldnt give a shit even if it turned out your a great warrior descendant of sun tzu! Right now the only thing i give a shit about is finding my fucking daughter! Sadly for you boyo you are in the wrong place at the worst mother fucking time in god damn history and THAT is a MASSIVE UNDERSTATEMENT! You see Sentinel i couldnt give a flying fuck about how tough you are i couldnt give a flying fuck if you are some kind of tag team mastermind. Right now the only god damn thing i care about is showing Cole Hunter EXACTLY what is waiting right round the corner for him.
Another sadistic laugh begins from Freeman as he begins to think about ripping coles intestines out through his ass and feeding them a bunch of rabbid dogs.
Monday night on Mayhem win, lose or draw i am going to hurt you Sentinel, dont worry Bethany i have plenty pain and suffering to throw your way too! The beatings begin Monday, one by one, i will plow through everyone put in my path, i will tear anyone in my path limb from limb till i get my hands on that son of a bitch. Hell dont even get me started on that little bitch Jade, what she has coming she will wish i had let her take that bottle of pills i stopped her taking many years ago. Yeah Jade i went there BITCH!
There is a mixture of anger and heartache in his words. Mixed with total disgust and extreme hatred.
Monday night October 12th 2015. The night Sentinel and Bethany Kenyon went into freefall all the way to the back of a fucking ambulance! You see it wont be you and Beth in there with me Sentinel. Everytime i look across the ring i will see Cole Hunter and the worlds biggest walking std in history Jade staring back at me. You want to talk about wars son, the buckle the fuck up because your about to face full on ASSAULT mode!
Freeman stares angrily down the ens shacking with anger as his face turns a dark shade of crimson. He fires up his bike and flips the double bird at the lens.
Fuck you, fuck Bethany, fuck Cole, fuck Jade fuck the whole mother fucking world!!
Freeman speeds off into the night as the feed fades out to black
So that brings us to the present as Freeman begins to stir pushing himself out of his own vomit and rolling onto his back, he sits up squinting like he has the hangover from hell and puts his hand to his head.
You see Fraser Freeman is no stranger to the darkest depths of his own mind, but the depths he is now entering he never thought humanly possible. Compassion, hope, love, optomism, enthusiasm all now nothing but distant remnants of the man he use to be. Instead there is nothing in his heart but anger, rage, hatred and an insatiable thirst for retribution.
Freeman pulls himself to his feet and stumbles his way across to Barons desk and slumps down into the masters chair so to speak. He opens the laptop on it and loads up his emails. He notices the top one labled Sentinel, opens it up and hits play on the attached video. The next few minutes a still slightly drunk Freeman watches the video transfixed, taking in every word, there is certainly alot of tutting and laughing on Freemans part that is for sure. Things said he veermently disagrees with but that sudenly is the last thing on his mind as a new email pops up header-ed "Urgent- Possible Ember lead" he frantically clicks the email.
To: Fraser.Freeman@PD.net
From: Tech-support@PD.net
Fraser,
Per your instructions we have triangulated any suspicious activity on our security system and located the source of the recent leak of security footage from within the Pleasure Dome.
Our findings show that the camera's were re-routed by an ip: adress registered to a Martin Williams of 1023 Richards Avenue San Jose, California.
Mitchell Robson
Tech Support
From: Tech-support@PD.net
Fraser,
Per your instructions we have triangulated any suspicious activity on our security system and located the source of the recent leak of security footage from within the Pleasure Dome.
Our findings show that the camera's were re-routed by an ip: adress registered to a Martin Williams of 1023 Richards Avenue San Jose, California.
Mitchell Robson
Tech Support
Freemans eyes go wide, but not in a glad to see you or happy manner. No there is a blankness, a coldness, a hatred in his eyes as he stares at the page infront of him. he frantically jots the adress down on postit note and places it in his jeans pocket. He viciously slams the laptop shut, it would be a suprise if the screen still works after the force it just withstood at Freemans hand. He opens the top desk draw and smirks as he reaches in.
Freeman: BINGO!
He pulls out a bottle of Whiskey and pops the top and proceeds to glug glug glug away at it. he stands up the force of which sends Barons desk chair flying backwards and into the shelving unit behind it sending various items tumbling off the shelves to the floor and throws the empty Whiskey bottle on the floor smashing it into tiny peices on the floor below. Freeman storms out as the feed fades to black.
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Seven Hours Later
San Jose, California
Fraser Freeman is sat on his Harley, he isnt moving much, his eyes trained on the same spot they have been for the last 40 minutes straight. A red door with the number 1023 on it. It is not the kind of street he had expected, it is a little bit run down, on the outskirts of San Jose. Not a incredibly awful neighbourhood but rundown never the less, Trash cans in the street, buildings in dire need of a lick of paint. Its getting dark out afterall it is pushing 8pm now.
Sudenly a young man in his early 20's in a hooded sweatshirt and cream cargo pants aproaches the door and inserts a key. Again not what Freeman was necesarily expecting. He figured the guy would be a gang banger but this man is as geeky as they come, red hair, akne and spectcles held together with tape. Freeman bolts from his bike and makes a beeline towards the man, the man opens the door but before he can step in Freeman approaches behind him and puts him in a choke hold and marching him forward slaming the door behind him with his foot. The mans arms flail around as he gasps for air, after a minute the man is outcold and his legs give out. Freeman bundles him over his shoulder and storms up the staircase infront of him.
Atop the stairs he bursts into the bedsit appartment, there is very little room, you certainly countly swing a cat. Theres a bed in one corner, a tv and a chair in another a cooker on the otherside and a door leading to what must be the bathroom. Its dirty and messy, pizza boxes and beer cans all over the floor. Freeman drops the man onto the bed and takes his backpack off unzips it and pulls out some rope. he ties the man to the bed at the bottom and the top. he the pulls out a car battery and a pair of jumper cables. he pulls the guys pants down and attaches the cable clips to each of the mans testicles. The shock of which brings the man around and he begins to scream but his screams are quickly muffled as Freeman leans over and places his hand over the mans mouth and stares into his eyes with a unforgiving evil look on his face and his top lip shivers with anger.
Freeman: Hello Martin, i am your worst fucking nightmare, i have a series of questions for you, if at anypoint i think your lieing to me i will attach those cables on your nuts to this here battery, do you understand?
Martin is crying tears rolling down his face as he is ranting into his gag, pleading for Freeman to release him. Freeman slaps Martin hard and leans into his face.
Freeman: I SAID DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND!
MArtin begins to nod frantically tears rolling more as his muffled sobs get louder.
Freeman: Do you know where Ember Freeman is!
Freeman undoes the gag and martins wimpers become audible.
MArtin: i.i.i.i.i.i dont know haahaa whoo that is, p,p,p,please im just a computer sc,sc,science major at SVU i.i.i.i do.n.
Freeman interupts
Freeman: Do you know Cole Hunter
MArtin: hahaha who? i dadada dont know who thatha that......
Freeman: Wrong fucking answer
Freeman shoves the gag back in Martins mouth and ataches the cables to the battery for just a second, but i dare bet it felt more like an hour to poor martin who writhes in pain.
Freeman: One more time do you know Cole Hunter!
He undoes the gag again.
Martin: I.i.i.i swear, i dadada dont know that per.per.person
Freeman stuffs in the gag again.
Freeman: Then how do you explain that your dirty fucking digital fingerprints are ALL over leaked security footage from my fucking business and Cole Hunter has been using this very footage!!! Say goodbye to your nuts sonny Jim
Freeman notices Martin pleading and removes the gag.
Martin: Wait, pl.pl.please i know what you ma,ma,ma,mean. i.i.i was paid anoymously t.t.t.to hack your security system and rerout the feed.
Freeman: Re-route it to where, you better pray to god you have the i.p adress!
Martin: T.t.t.to the dark web, the,the, conections to the location are untraceable.
Freeman turns angrily and yells "FUCK" and punches straight through the not so thick wall. He gags Martin again. He rumages into Martins pocket and pulls out Martins cellphone and throws it down on Martins chest.
Freeman: your going to need that when you wake up!
Freeman attaches the cables again and pulls a packet of cigerettes and lights one up as Martin rithes in pain till he passes out. Freeman unhooks the cables and bundles them into his bag along with the battery. He pulls a flick knife out of his boot and cuts the rope then placing it back in his boot. He slings his bag over his shoulder and storms out and down the stairs. Clearly angry as hell that he got no closer to pinpointing any kind of location for Ember he delivers a big boot to the door at the botom taking it clean off its hinges, he storms over to his bike fires it up and drives off into the night.
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The scene opens up as Freeman is perched on his bike, somewhat slightly drunk. There is the view of San Jose in the background.
Hello UWA, i bet you wernt expecting to here from me this week huh? Hell im suprised you are yourself. i really couldnt give a flying mother fucking fuck what is going on in UWA right now. As im sure most of you are aware i have MUCH bigger issues to deal with.
there is alot of anger and rage in Freemans voice.
But today i saw something i HAVE to adress. You see erlier today i saw Sentinel spouting off about war, saying he just went through the trenches with Vince Jones.
Freeman begins to laugh hard, very hard indeed almost psychotically so
Please son, save me your fucking speil, i couldnt give a flying fuck what kind of battles you have had to face. Hell i wouldnt give a shit even if it turned out your a great warrior descendant of sun tzu! Right now the only thing i give a shit about is finding my fucking daughter! Sadly for you boyo you are in the wrong place at the worst mother fucking time in god damn history and THAT is a MASSIVE UNDERSTATEMENT! You see Sentinel i couldnt give a flying fuck about how tough you are i couldnt give a flying fuck if you are some kind of tag team mastermind. Right now the only god damn thing i care about is showing Cole Hunter EXACTLY what is waiting right round the corner for him.
Another sadistic laugh begins from Freeman as he begins to think about ripping coles intestines out through his ass and feeding them a bunch of rabbid dogs.
Monday night on Mayhem win, lose or draw i am going to hurt you Sentinel, dont worry Bethany i have plenty pain and suffering to throw your way too! The beatings begin Monday, one by one, i will plow through everyone put in my path, i will tear anyone in my path limb from limb till i get my hands on that son of a bitch. Hell dont even get me started on that little bitch Jade, what she has coming she will wish i had let her take that bottle of pills i stopped her taking many years ago. Yeah Jade i went there BITCH!
There is a mixture of anger and heartache in his words. Mixed with total disgust and extreme hatred.
Monday night October 12th 2015. The night Sentinel and Bethany Kenyon went into freefall all the way to the back of a fucking ambulance! You see it wont be you and Beth in there with me Sentinel. Everytime i look across the ring i will see Cole Hunter and the worlds biggest walking std in history Jade staring back at me. You want to talk about wars son, the buckle the fuck up because your about to face full on ASSAULT mode!
Freeman stares angrily down the ens shacking with anger as his face turns a dark shade of crimson. He fires up his bike and flips the double bird at the lens.
Fuck you, fuck Bethany, fuck Cole, fuck Jade fuck the whole mother fucking world!!
Freeman speeds off into the night as the feed fades out to black
