Post by Dean Hemlen on Nov 20, 2015 23:16:39 GMT -6
::UWA had provided a motel room for the young man and the lawyer Miss Belamy had provided him with a cell phone which he used to keep in contact with both his counselor Danielle Bay and Mister Donovan. Though he avoided most contact with the latter of that, at least for now. There was still so much about all of this he didn't understand. He didn't know Eric, and he didn't know David and yet now he was supposed to be the good son.
It was ironic, as son was the word right now which seemed to mean the most. The big black haired kid was seated at the table in the corner of the motel room fidgeting until the knock sounded on the door. With his emotions in his throat he stood and crossed the room and pulled the door open.
The two figures that rushed inside both erupted with glee. The first was a woman in her mid thirties with hair so black it was like a mass of darkness rushing behind her. She was tiny compared to the young man at five foot one and built, even in her thirties like a brick house. At thirty she was beautiful, and in her prime, she would have been drop dead gorgeous.
The other was a young man with soft black hair, much like the older woman’s and Dean's but more gentle and void like black. He was a few years younger, but the resemblances to the older woman and Dean was remarkable.
Dean's younger brother Robert and their mother Micah. Micah wrapped her arms around her sons chest and let out a deep happy breath as she squeezed for dear life. Robert was all smiles and slapped his big brother on the back.::
Robert: “We saw you on TV man! You looked great!”
Dean: “....I made to many mistakes.”
Micah: “He looked.....like his father.”
::The woman pulled back and looked up at her son.::
Micah: “You know the truth now. David Matthews was your father.”
Dean: “Why didn't you tell me Mom? Any of the times you came to visit?”
Micah: “I haven't seen your father in almost twenty years Dean. By the time I found him again he was married to that bitch Monica and had a daughter.”
Dean: “And you didn't think he would want me?”
::Micah reaches up and grasps her son by the chin and forces him to look down at her. Her eyes were soft green, like little emerald flames.::
Micah: “Don't you dare say that Dean Alexander Hemlen!”
Dean: “....Matthews.....”
::The words came out mockingly and his mother did something that he never expected. Something she had never done before. She slapped him across the mouth. He stared down at his mother wide eyed.::
Micah: “He would have loved you, like he did his daughter. I regret not telling you of course son.....but I was afraid.”
Robert: “Afraid?”
::Young Robert looked up at his older brother in shock and even Dean himself looked down in disbelief.::
Dean: “Mom, you've never been afraid of anything in your life.”
Micah: “David was a big star. A fast rising star in the wrestling industry and I was afraid if I told him.....they'd take you away from me. His wife at the time hated me.....she would have insisted they take you....if only despite me.”
Robert: “Why did she hate you so much mom?”
Micah: “....She hates that her boyfriend always had an eye on me....and.....”
::Micah blushed a deep crimson red and looked away uncomfortably.::
Micah: “....Let's just say she wasn't happy with either of us the last time we all saw each other.”
::Robert looked at his mother first and then Dean confused, but Dean shook his head with a little grin and a shutter of disgust. He knew what she meant. His father's girlfriend had caught them together the day he was conceived. That his mother had done such a thing amused him, that she had been sexually active at all....kinda repulsed him.::
Dean: “That's an image I will never get out of my mind. Thanks mom....”
::Micah only laughed softly and smacked her son on the side before sitting down at the little table next to the window then looking over at the bed.::
Micah: “Like Robert said, we saw your match. You need more training son. You lost your focus and.....your control.”
Dean: “I know that! I just don't understand why! One second I am fine and then the next there are bodies everywhere and after watching the tape Danika yelled something every time but I couldn't make out what it was.”
::Micah stared for a moment at her son and slid her tongue over her full lips nervously before whispering.::
Micah: “It was the word jasmine.”
::The effect on the young man was instantaneous. His pupils seemed to dilate and his lips curled into a snarl. He shoved himself off the bed but Robert had been told to prepare for this. When he lunged at his mother Robert shoved her away and she crashed from her chair to the floor. Dean ended up with two hands around the back of her chair.
With a roar of rage he yanked himself upright and threw the chair clear across the room where he slammed into the wall with such force it imbedded itself into the wall. Robert grabs his brother by the bicep and spins him around but Dean's hand shot out and grasped Robert by the throat, squeezing hard.::
Robert: “D..n.....other......ease....”
Micah: “DEAN STOP!”
::Dean's pupils slowly returned to normal and he slowly releases his brothers throat. Robert drops to the ground panting and rubbing his throat and Dean stares in horror at his baby brother.::
Dean: “....Bobby?”
::Dean whispers in horror and then turns and looks at his mother lying on the floor.::
Dean: “....Mom....”
::Dean then shoves Robert out of the way and grasps his leather coat off the bed before heading to the door and leaving slamming the door so hard the wall shakes. Robert sits slowly back into the chair rubbing his throat and Micah crawls over and begins to check her son.::
Robert: “You told me.....it would be bad mom.....but not that bad.”
Micah: “It means he knows about her on some level.”
::The woman whispered the pain in her voice was enough to show how bad this was.::
Robert: “What about this jasmine? Like a plant?”
Micah: “No. It was a person. She was a person.”
Robert: “Who is she Mom?”
Micah: “Was. She's no longer with us Bobby.”
Robert: “Then who was she Mom?”
Micah: “She was his half sister. He was older then her by a little less then a year.”
Robert: “What happened to her?”
Micah: “She died in a car accident......Come on, we have to find your brother.”
::The two rise from the floor and chair respectively and left the room. The camera which had been recording the entire thing continued rolling for nearly three minutes on an empty room. Now if anyone watched on through that boring three minutes the door crept open and Dean walked back into the room alone.
He looks over at the camera in silence a moment and then says softly.::
Dean: “Ashley Kenyon. Cronos. You two.....will serve as my next stage. As my next stop on the trip that will turn me into a force the likes of which the U.W.A. Has never seen. Danika and Ashley can play all they want. They can pretend to be allies....and I don't care that I knew Doctor Bay years ago....i do not condone what you have done Ashley. Or you Cronos.
You hurt people who can't defend themselves is bad enough, I know that.....i know it first hand, but to do it and take pleasure in it? Do you know what kind of sick, twisted fuck you have to be to do that? At least I can claim that I am not like you.
At least for me there is hope.”
::Hearing Micah and Robert calling for him Dean takes one final look at the camera and then exits the room again closing the door behind him. The scene then fades to black, obviously edited in afterwords.::
It was ironic, as son was the word right now which seemed to mean the most. The big black haired kid was seated at the table in the corner of the motel room fidgeting until the knock sounded on the door. With his emotions in his throat he stood and crossed the room and pulled the door open.
The two figures that rushed inside both erupted with glee. The first was a woman in her mid thirties with hair so black it was like a mass of darkness rushing behind her. She was tiny compared to the young man at five foot one and built, even in her thirties like a brick house. At thirty she was beautiful, and in her prime, she would have been drop dead gorgeous.
The other was a young man with soft black hair, much like the older woman’s and Dean's but more gentle and void like black. He was a few years younger, but the resemblances to the older woman and Dean was remarkable.
Dean's younger brother Robert and their mother Micah. Micah wrapped her arms around her sons chest and let out a deep happy breath as she squeezed for dear life. Robert was all smiles and slapped his big brother on the back.::
Robert: “We saw you on TV man! You looked great!”
Dean: “....I made to many mistakes.”
Micah: “He looked.....like his father.”
::The woman pulled back and looked up at her son.::
Micah: “You know the truth now. David Matthews was your father.”
Dean: “Why didn't you tell me Mom? Any of the times you came to visit?”
Micah: “I haven't seen your father in almost twenty years Dean. By the time I found him again he was married to that bitch Monica and had a daughter.”
Dean: “And you didn't think he would want me?”
::Micah reaches up and grasps her son by the chin and forces him to look down at her. Her eyes were soft green, like little emerald flames.::
Micah: “Don't you dare say that Dean Alexander Hemlen!”
Dean: “....Matthews.....”
::The words came out mockingly and his mother did something that he never expected. Something she had never done before. She slapped him across the mouth. He stared down at his mother wide eyed.::
Micah: “He would have loved you, like he did his daughter. I regret not telling you of course son.....but I was afraid.”
Robert: “Afraid?”
::Young Robert looked up at his older brother in shock and even Dean himself looked down in disbelief.::
Dean: “Mom, you've never been afraid of anything in your life.”
Micah: “David was a big star. A fast rising star in the wrestling industry and I was afraid if I told him.....they'd take you away from me. His wife at the time hated me.....she would have insisted they take you....if only despite me.”
Robert: “Why did she hate you so much mom?”
Micah: “....She hates that her boyfriend always had an eye on me....and.....”
::Micah blushed a deep crimson red and looked away uncomfortably.::
Micah: “....Let's just say she wasn't happy with either of us the last time we all saw each other.”
::Robert looked at his mother first and then Dean confused, but Dean shook his head with a little grin and a shutter of disgust. He knew what she meant. His father's girlfriend had caught them together the day he was conceived. That his mother had done such a thing amused him, that she had been sexually active at all....kinda repulsed him.::
Dean: “That's an image I will never get out of my mind. Thanks mom....”
::Micah only laughed softly and smacked her son on the side before sitting down at the little table next to the window then looking over at the bed.::
Micah: “Like Robert said, we saw your match. You need more training son. You lost your focus and.....your control.”
Dean: “I know that! I just don't understand why! One second I am fine and then the next there are bodies everywhere and after watching the tape Danika yelled something every time but I couldn't make out what it was.”
::Micah stared for a moment at her son and slid her tongue over her full lips nervously before whispering.::
Micah: “It was the word jasmine.”
::The effect on the young man was instantaneous. His pupils seemed to dilate and his lips curled into a snarl. He shoved himself off the bed but Robert had been told to prepare for this. When he lunged at his mother Robert shoved her away and she crashed from her chair to the floor. Dean ended up with two hands around the back of her chair.
With a roar of rage he yanked himself upright and threw the chair clear across the room where he slammed into the wall with such force it imbedded itself into the wall. Robert grabs his brother by the bicep and spins him around but Dean's hand shot out and grasped Robert by the throat, squeezing hard.::
Robert: “D..n.....other......ease....”
Micah: “DEAN STOP!”
::Dean's pupils slowly returned to normal and he slowly releases his brothers throat. Robert drops to the ground panting and rubbing his throat and Dean stares in horror at his baby brother.::
Dean: “....Bobby?”
::Dean whispers in horror and then turns and looks at his mother lying on the floor.::
Dean: “....Mom....”
::Dean then shoves Robert out of the way and grasps his leather coat off the bed before heading to the door and leaving slamming the door so hard the wall shakes. Robert sits slowly back into the chair rubbing his throat and Micah crawls over and begins to check her son.::
Robert: “You told me.....it would be bad mom.....but not that bad.”
Micah: “It means he knows about her on some level.”
::The woman whispered the pain in her voice was enough to show how bad this was.::
Robert: “What about this jasmine? Like a plant?”
Micah: “No. It was a person. She was a person.”
Robert: “Who is she Mom?”
Micah: “Was. She's no longer with us Bobby.”
Robert: “Then who was she Mom?”
Micah: “She was his half sister. He was older then her by a little less then a year.”
Robert: “What happened to her?”
Micah: “She died in a car accident......Come on, we have to find your brother.”
::The two rise from the floor and chair respectively and left the room. The camera which had been recording the entire thing continued rolling for nearly three minutes on an empty room. Now if anyone watched on through that boring three minutes the door crept open and Dean walked back into the room alone.
He looks over at the camera in silence a moment and then says softly.::
Dean: “Ashley Kenyon. Cronos. You two.....will serve as my next stage. As my next stop on the trip that will turn me into a force the likes of which the U.W.A. Has never seen. Danika and Ashley can play all they want. They can pretend to be allies....and I don't care that I knew Doctor Bay years ago....i do not condone what you have done Ashley. Or you Cronos.
You hurt people who can't defend themselves is bad enough, I know that.....i know it first hand, but to do it and take pleasure in it? Do you know what kind of sick, twisted fuck you have to be to do that? At least I can claim that I am not like you.
At least for me there is hope.”
::Hearing Micah and Robert calling for him Dean takes one final look at the camera and then exits the room again closing the door behind him. The scene then fades to black, obviously edited in afterwords.::