Post by fraserfreeman on Nov 2, 2015 23:02:27 GMT -6
Its Monday the 2nd of November 2015. Our camera's are out on the streets of Sioux City, Iowa and catch up with Fraser Freeman as he is walking down a side walk. His hair is greasy and unwashed, his beard somewhat matting together with pieces of food poking through. Its safe to say our fallen hero is close to rock bottom. Since the last episode of Mayhem Freeman has hopped from town to town, bar to bar, keeping as much distance as he can from the Sin City Knights and for that matter anyone who may engage him in conversation.
It is early morning, 8.27am to be precise. The birds are chirping, the sun is rising in the sky, the beams of light meeting the cold air and bringing a tiny bit of warmth to a rather unpleasantly chilly morning. Our not so shinning Knight in smelly unwashed armour is a little worse for ware as he navigates his way through the early morning crowd of business men in suits and parents taking there children to school.
The crossing lights go red stopping Freeman in his tracks on the curbside at a cross roads. He holds out one of his hands and looks at it. His fingers trembling, hand shaking at the wrist he grabs it to stop the shaking with his other hand and then proceeds to place both hands in the pockets of his hooded zip up jacket. It has been roughly 10 hours since Freeman had a drink a rare sober moment. The nightmares awoke him, the same thing on repeat, time and time again, Ember tied to a chair with the Five surrounding her laughing manically. He woke up and headed straight for the door, in desperate need of some fresh air, he wandered around for a good 2 hours, which brings us to now.
In front of him at the crossroads is a small girl, most likely 7 or 8 years old. Her farther is grasping tightly to her hand. The girl moves forward her foot touching down on the road in front, instinctively the girls farther pulls her back, luckily just in time as a silver Toyota Prius whizzes past. The farther pulls the girl up and over his shoulder as the girl begins to cry with the shock of almost meeting her maker.
Girls Farther: Its ok sweetie, daddy's got you, I will NEVER let anything hurt you.
Freeman is instantly transported back in time to a memory of days gone by. Its June 12th 2002. Fraser Freeman and a then 7yr old Ember Freeman are on a farm. Young Ember is running around the massively expansive front garden area as Fraser sits on the grass. Suddenly young Ember steps on a rake and it springs upright smacking her in the face and sends her tumbling onto her backside. Fraser bursts up and runs over as if he is the flash himself and picks her up cradling her over his shoulder. Ember crying loudly as tears roll down her cheek.
Freeman: There there Princess Daddy has got you, it was just a little knock, I will keep you safe I promise. Daddy will always be here to protect you!
Back in the present day, Freeman’s hand are now out of his pockets and firmly grasped making fists and a tear rolls down his cheek as he realises he couldn’t have been more wrong. He failed to protect Ember from Cole Hunter and he is now filled with both sadness and rage as the thought hits home. Meanwhile the young girl has calmed down and the traffic lights go green, the young girl smiling in the comfort of her farther s arms as the cross the road. Freeman follows on behind fists clenched rage in his eyes.
As he gets to the other side of the road Freeman walks along the pavement and then dives down a side alley. He marches down the alley and kicks the green dumpster that’s before him before spinning round and punching the wall, taking the skin clean of his knuckles. Freeman spreads his arms wide and looks up to the sky and begins to yell
Freeman: WHHHHHHHHY MEEEEEE
He turns and hits the wall again before storming off down the alley like a man possessed. As he is storming down the alley a door opens right in front of him cracking him right in the face and sends him flying backwards to the ground. A young teen, clearly an employee of the establishment the door connected to apears from the door startled to have knocked him down. Dressed in black and white check pattern chefs pants and a white cotton chefs top he storms out and approaches Freeman and holds out his hand to help him up.
Chef Boy: I’m so, so, so, sorry, I didn’t know you were there.
Freeman grabs the teens hand as he is pulled to his feet. But suddenly something snaps as Freeman is on his way up. The boys face changes to that of Cole Hunter.
Hunter: It's all your fault Fraser, you are a terrible farther and now Ember will pay for your sin!
In Freeman’s minds eye at this point Hunter begins to laugh maniacally as Freeman’s top lip begins to shake and his fists become clenched. The veins on his neck start to pop and his face turns a dark shade of crimson.
The young teen double takes, confused as to the situation. As Freeman is fully on his feet the teen takes a backwards step. Freeman taking a menacing step closer as the teen steps more and more back until Freeman lunges forward shoulder first and spears the young chef up against the wall at the adjacent side of the alley to the door. There’s a thud and a crack as the young man hits the wall, his head bouncing off the wall and Freeman’s shoulder driving into his ribs, y the sounds of things cracking a couple in the process. Freeman grabs the young mans feet and pulls him back and mounts him. Raining down fist after fist after fist down on the poor young man. This is all so reminiscent of the beat down Freeman laid on Jezsika a week ago, only this time there’s no one to stop him as the fists continue to rain down one after the other. Freeman seeing Cole Hunters face bend further and further out of shape as each blow lands.
Click, Freeman snaps back into reality and sees the face of the young chef in has hand as he halts his fist from landing another blow. He drops the young ans head and falls back onto his hands shaking his head in disbelief at what he just did to that innocent young man as he scurry s backwards on his hands. Suddenly an older fatter chef comes rushing out the door, this one in the same get up as the young chef but sporting a skull and cross bones bandanna hiding his receding hairline.
Fat Chef: Corey! What the fuck have you done to Corey!
Freeman’s head turns and looks at the Fat Chef as he jumps to his feet and sprints off down the alley. Freeman can e heard muttering fuck as he shakes his fists angrily. He turns at the end of the alley and just keeps on running.
45 minutes later
An out of breath Fraser Freeman comes bounding through his motel room door.
Freeman is out of breath and beads of sweat are dripping down his brow as he slams the door shut behind him. He franticly grabs the sofa and upturns it stacking it in front of the door. He picks up the chair and smashes it to pieces over the sofa. He walks over to the TV and picks it up yanking the cables out of the wall and sends it flying across the room creating a massive dent in the wall above the bed. He goes to the bed and flips it over. Finally he goes to the TV cabinet and opens the draw pulling out a bottle of jack Daniels, he walks over to where the coach once was and flops to the ground and unscrews the top and throws it across the room. Bing bing bong goes the message alert on Freeman phone. He pulls it out and reads the message.
Freeman clicks the video which switches to a live news feed with reporter Becca Willson for Sioux news 9.
Becca Wilson: This is Becca Wilson reporting to you live from outside the Tall trees roadside Motel in Sioux City, Iowa. A little under an hour ago a serious assault took place in down town Sioux City involving a teenage chef, who has now been identified as Corey Johnson a 17yr old local of Sioux City. He was brutally assaulted in an alley way outside his place of work. He is in a stable but critical condition having just been rushed to a local medical facility. An of duty policeman came across the assailant fleeing the scene and chased him through the streets to the location right in front of us now. The man is said to be in his mid to late thirty’s, has long greasy brown hair and a scraggly beard and is considered to e extremely dangerous.
Freeman closes the link and goes to his stored music on his phone and hits play as he places the phone beside him as he begins to stare at the JD bottle in his hand.
Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
Freeman’s mind drifts off to an image of him being surrounded by his family and friends inside a UWA ring. Ember, Baron, Craven, the sinful kittens as he raises the UWA world title over his head and they all celebrate blissfully.
That you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
His mind drifts off to the countless times he has promised Ember he will always keep her safe.
Drink up with me now
Freeman takes a big slug fro the bottle
And forget all about
The pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head
Freeman gets an image of Ember being tortured by the 5 as Cole stands around and laughs maniacally. He takes another giant slug from the bottle.
People you've been before
That you don't want around any more
Freeman has images of all the times he has failed to protect the girls of the PD, specifically Kyle Travis managing to get his hands on one of the girls. He was to wrapped up in his own troubles t e there.
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Drink up baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Freeman takes another big slug from the bottle, beginning to enter the blissful comfort zone of intoxication.
Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
Keep you apart,
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest,
Where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
The people you've been before
That you don't want around any more
Freeman sees himself beating up Jezsika and that poor young chef as he takes one more swig and the thought aswell as all the others start to fade out completely.
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Crash, bang, smash. The sofa flys back a little as a police battering ram batters the door down. In storm officers from the local Police department in riot gear and the swarm down on Freeman who gives no resistance what so ever and the seen fades to black as he is carted out in handcuffs.
It is early morning, 8.27am to be precise. The birds are chirping, the sun is rising in the sky, the beams of light meeting the cold air and bringing a tiny bit of warmth to a rather unpleasantly chilly morning. Our not so shinning Knight in smelly unwashed armour is a little worse for ware as he navigates his way through the early morning crowd of business men in suits and parents taking there children to school.
The crossing lights go red stopping Freeman in his tracks on the curbside at a cross roads. He holds out one of his hands and looks at it. His fingers trembling, hand shaking at the wrist he grabs it to stop the shaking with his other hand and then proceeds to place both hands in the pockets of his hooded zip up jacket. It has been roughly 10 hours since Freeman had a drink a rare sober moment. The nightmares awoke him, the same thing on repeat, time and time again, Ember tied to a chair with the Five surrounding her laughing manically. He woke up and headed straight for the door, in desperate need of some fresh air, he wandered around for a good 2 hours, which brings us to now.
In front of him at the crossroads is a small girl, most likely 7 or 8 years old. Her farther is grasping tightly to her hand. The girl moves forward her foot touching down on the road in front, instinctively the girls farther pulls her back, luckily just in time as a silver Toyota Prius whizzes past. The farther pulls the girl up and over his shoulder as the girl begins to cry with the shock of almost meeting her maker.
Girls Farther: Its ok sweetie, daddy's got you, I will NEVER let anything hurt you.
Freeman is instantly transported back in time to a memory of days gone by. Its June 12th 2002. Fraser Freeman and a then 7yr old Ember Freeman are on a farm. Young Ember is running around the massively expansive front garden area as Fraser sits on the grass. Suddenly young Ember steps on a rake and it springs upright smacking her in the face and sends her tumbling onto her backside. Fraser bursts up and runs over as if he is the flash himself and picks her up cradling her over his shoulder. Ember crying loudly as tears roll down her cheek.
Freeman: There there Princess Daddy has got you, it was just a little knock, I will keep you safe I promise. Daddy will always be here to protect you!
Back in the present day, Freeman’s hand are now out of his pockets and firmly grasped making fists and a tear rolls down his cheek as he realises he couldn’t have been more wrong. He failed to protect Ember from Cole Hunter and he is now filled with both sadness and rage as the thought hits home. Meanwhile the young girl has calmed down and the traffic lights go green, the young girl smiling in the comfort of her farther s arms as the cross the road. Freeman follows on behind fists clenched rage in his eyes.
As he gets to the other side of the road Freeman walks along the pavement and then dives down a side alley. He marches down the alley and kicks the green dumpster that’s before him before spinning round and punching the wall, taking the skin clean of his knuckles. Freeman spreads his arms wide and looks up to the sky and begins to yell
Freeman: WHHHHHHHHY MEEEEEE
He turns and hits the wall again before storming off down the alley like a man possessed. As he is storming down the alley a door opens right in front of him cracking him right in the face and sends him flying backwards to the ground. A young teen, clearly an employee of the establishment the door connected to apears from the door startled to have knocked him down. Dressed in black and white check pattern chefs pants and a white cotton chefs top he storms out and approaches Freeman and holds out his hand to help him up.
Chef Boy: I’m so, so, so, sorry, I didn’t know you were there.
Freeman grabs the teens hand as he is pulled to his feet. But suddenly something snaps as Freeman is on his way up. The boys face changes to that of Cole Hunter.
Hunter: It's all your fault Fraser, you are a terrible farther and now Ember will pay for your sin!
In Freeman’s minds eye at this point Hunter begins to laugh maniacally as Freeman’s top lip begins to shake and his fists become clenched. The veins on his neck start to pop and his face turns a dark shade of crimson.
The young teen double takes, confused as to the situation. As Freeman is fully on his feet the teen takes a backwards step. Freeman taking a menacing step closer as the teen steps more and more back until Freeman lunges forward shoulder first and spears the young chef up against the wall at the adjacent side of the alley to the door. There’s a thud and a crack as the young man hits the wall, his head bouncing off the wall and Freeman’s shoulder driving into his ribs, y the sounds of things cracking a couple in the process. Freeman grabs the young mans feet and pulls him back and mounts him. Raining down fist after fist after fist down on the poor young man. This is all so reminiscent of the beat down Freeman laid on Jezsika a week ago, only this time there’s no one to stop him as the fists continue to rain down one after the other. Freeman seeing Cole Hunters face bend further and further out of shape as each blow lands.
Click, Freeman snaps back into reality and sees the face of the young chef in has hand as he halts his fist from landing another blow. He drops the young ans head and falls back onto his hands shaking his head in disbelief at what he just did to that innocent young man as he scurry s backwards on his hands. Suddenly an older fatter chef comes rushing out the door, this one in the same get up as the young chef but sporting a skull and cross bones bandanna hiding his receding hairline.
Fat Chef: Corey! What the fuck have you done to Corey!
Freeman’s head turns and looks at the Fat Chef as he jumps to his feet and sprints off down the alley. Freeman can e heard muttering fuck as he shakes his fists angrily. He turns at the end of the alley and just keeps on running.
45 minutes later
An out of breath Fraser Freeman comes bounding through his motel room door.
Freeman is out of breath and beads of sweat are dripping down his brow as he slams the door shut behind him. He franticly grabs the sofa and upturns it stacking it in front of the door. He picks up the chair and smashes it to pieces over the sofa. He walks over to the TV and picks it up yanking the cables out of the wall and sends it flying across the room creating a massive dent in the wall above the bed. He goes to the bed and flips it over. Finally he goes to the TV cabinet and opens the draw pulling out a bottle of jack Daniels, he walks over to where the coach once was and flops to the ground and unscrews the top and throws it across the room. Bing bing bong goes the message alert on Freeman phone. He pulls it out and reads the message.
Freeman clicks the video which switches to a live news feed with reporter Becca Willson for Sioux news 9.
Becca Wilson: This is Becca Wilson reporting to you live from outside the Tall trees roadside Motel in Sioux City, Iowa. A little under an hour ago a serious assault took place in down town Sioux City involving a teenage chef, who has now been identified as Corey Johnson a 17yr old local of Sioux City. He was brutally assaulted in an alley way outside his place of work. He is in a stable but critical condition having just been rushed to a local medical facility. An of duty policeman came across the assailant fleeing the scene and chased him through the streets to the location right in front of us now. The man is said to be in his mid to late thirty’s, has long greasy brown hair and a scraggly beard and is considered to e extremely dangerous.
Freeman closes the link and goes to his stored music on his phone and hits play as he places the phone beside him as he begins to stare at the JD bottle in his hand.
Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
Freeman’s mind drifts off to an image of him being surrounded by his family and friends inside a UWA ring. Ember, Baron, Craven, the sinful kittens as he raises the UWA world title over his head and they all celebrate blissfully.
That you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
His mind drifts off to the countless times he has promised Ember he will always keep her safe.
Drink up with me now
Freeman takes a big slug fro the bottle
And forget all about
The pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head
Freeman gets an image of Ember being tortured by the 5 as Cole stands around and laughs maniacally. He takes another giant slug from the bottle.
People you've been before
That you don't want around any more
Freeman has images of all the times he has failed to protect the girls of the PD, specifically Kyle Travis managing to get his hands on one of the girls. He was to wrapped up in his own troubles t e there.
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Drink up baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Freeman takes another big slug from the bottle, beginning to enter the blissful comfort zone of intoxication.
Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
Keep you apart,
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest,
Where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
The people you've been before
That you don't want around any more
Freeman sees himself beating up Jezsika and that poor young chef as he takes one more swig and the thought aswell as all the others start to fade out completely.
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Crash, bang, smash. The sofa flys back a little as a police battering ram batters the door down. In storm officers from the local Police department in riot gear and the swarm down on Freeman who gives no resistance what so ever and the seen fades to black as he is carted out in handcuffs.
