The Lost & Found

[The Lost One]

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12/10/2014
10:50 PM
Albuquerque, NM
Motel room
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“Aerynn Donnelly......”

::The words were spoken into a black screen that had taken over all anyone could see on the newly formed U.W.A. Channel. After those words were spoken the scene actually officially opened. It was a motel room in New Mexico. The room was all but immaculate with the exception of the empty booze bottles and the bag of clothes lying open on the bed.

Seated in the chair near the window was the Lost One Broderick Montgomery. He held a glass in his right hand and a half smoked cigarette in his left. There was no hood up this time. The brown hair hung down over his forehead and the stubble, two day old shave was on full display. The man was topless his upper chest/collar area showed the bruised off the impact with the barricade from the top rope done by Vince Jones.

Brody however had his eyes downcast at the table watching the smoke rings as they rose from the burning cigarette in his left hand. Brody never looked over at the camera he had in place. He would send the entire tape to U.W.A. Headquarters and let them edit it. They could edit out all the hours of him just drinking and smoking.....then again maybe not.

When he actually did however speak he did so after taking a long drag from the cigarette. As he began to speak the smoke billowed from his moving lips, like the nostrils of some ancient beast.::

Brody: “.....Aerynn Donnelly. I wasn't there for you. Or so you claim. I wasn't there for your father.....”

::That was when the head of Broderick Montgomery turned and looked at the camera.::

Brody: “So you think.....and do you know what your thought matters Aerynn?”

::Brody again lifted the smoke and took a long drag and then blew the smoke directly into the camera lens.::

Brody: “Nothing. Your thoughts don't matter at all. Like the rambling of some brain sickly child, they run wild from one topic to the next. From one slight to the next. From one horrible act to the next....you want to blame everyone but yourself for your condition.

You want to talk about lost parents. Dead before their time.....Well sister, your preaching to the chore there. You do realize, mine died much younger then yours did? Do you see me standing up and screaming at the hilltops that it's unfair? No, I cultivated a media empire in their memory, only to have it taken by an animal with a Jesus complex.

You want to talk about loss Aerynn?”

::Brody lifted the glass sitting in his right hand and almost seemed to toast her but something in that gesture. In his body language and in his very facial expression was...almost mocking. As If speaking directly to the soul of the woman on the other side of that camera. After the glass was raised he drained it and dropped it with a crash to the table and then turned to face the camera again.::

Brody: “Your the first U.W.A. World Champion. The longest reigning Champion in Company history. You had friends who would have laid down their lives for you. You had a woman who dispute your constant slander, still to this day stands by you......and yet you have the nerve to stand up and claim yourself the victim....and why? Because I called her?

I called Jeszika to tell her to move on. To stop looking for me. To tell her that while I can forgive....i will never forget. Her and Melissa. The pain of it all. To inform someone who Joshua was torturing with my memory....that that memory was tainted. That Valhalla burned down.

I showed myself to Bethany....the woman who I should have.....”

::Brody then closed his eyes and shook his head softly. Images of Joshua. Jayni. Everyone he has failed flashed behind his eyes matched with a very visible shiver of pain and terror before his eyes opened again.::

Brody: “....i didn't contact you Aerynn because I didn't have to. You didn't need it. You were always the strongest. Bethany was the heart....but dammit Aerynn you were the soul. The backbone of that entire team. You didn't need me to contact you. You always did put to much faith in the men you think you need.”

::Brody lifted a hand and then a single finger.::

Brody: “Your father......”

::A second finger came up.::

Brody: “Logan.....”

::A then finally the third and final finger came up.::

Brody: “Me.....”

::Slowly Brody lowered his fingers and then ultimately his hand. There was a strange sadness in him as he did this as he finished.::

Brody: “You as as much a victim as anyone else in this Aerynn. Even if you created half of it in your own head....and I am sorry for what is to come. I truly am. But you are a rabid dog Aerynn....and well....i am Travis....and its time Old Yeller.”

::Another smoke was taken from the table and the silver zippo was lifted to light it when a knock sounded into the empty room and Brody rose from the chair with a lifted brow. Not even bothering to put a shirt on, dressed in only a pair of jaded blue jeans Brody pulls the door open.::

Brody: “I asked not to be disturbed. If you.....”

::Brody stopped short when he looked out finally. Standing on the other side of the door in all of her glory was Bethany Kenyon. Her hands half in her pockets of a pair of jeans that hugged her hips and thighs. Her head down, chin resting on her chest in the newest K.I.S.S. Shirt.::

Bethany: “...Didn't realize I was bothering you. I'll come back later....”

Brody: “No!”

::Brody actually reached out and grasped her forearm which got a smile from Beth. Brody opened the door wider and the blond woman passed him and walked into the room. The first thing she saw, of course was the empty bottles and made a face.::

Bethany: “You know....that's not healthy.”

Brody: “And some of the things I heard you considered after Carrie are Beth?”

::Bethany shot Brody a guilty look but Brody simply walked by her and ran his hand over her head gently.::

Brody: “Just happy you didn't.”

Bethany: “....Yea. How are you?”

::The words came out quickly, stammered over one another and Brody turned around to face her and realized this is the first time they had been alone together since that faithful night. Brody forced a smile and motioned around them.::

Brody: “I am living the high life.”

Bethany: “Stop it. You don't return phone calls.....Brody we must have left a hundred messages over the last three weeks. Why are you avoiding us?”

::Brody;s eyes narrowed a moment and he slid down into a chair and now actually did light that smoke and looked down at the floor.::

Brody: “I am not avoiding you guys......”

Bethany: “Bullshit. Your avoiding us and it's scaring us....scaring me.”

Brody: “I didn't mean.....”

Bethany: “Well you did.”

Brody: “Like you can say anything with what you considered after Carrie!”

::Brody suddenly leaps from his chair and pointed at her with the hand holding the smoke and Beth's eyes widened. Brody's eyes were narrowed and he glanced to the door and Beth knew that he was able to ask her to leave. She quickly came forward and laid a hand on his bare chest.::

Bethany: “Wait....i have a surprise for you. Please....wait?”

::Brody offered a curt nod and Bethany turned and walked from the room. She was only gone for three or four minutes but when she returned she poked her head into the door.::

Bethany: “Close your eyes.”

Brody: “Beth.....”

Bethany: “Please....just....okay?”

::Brody snorted but did close his eyes. Bethany then walked in holding a guitar case and set it on the table in front of Brody.::

Bethany: “Okay.....open them.”

::Brody slowly opened his eyes and when those eyes fell on the guitar case his mouth began to open slowly. Shaking hands reached out and took the clasps of the case and opened it. Inside was the exact model he had destroyed after Jeszika and he pulled it out gently.::

Brody: “....Beth....I....Wow....”

Bethany: “....We all pitched in. We wanted it to be from all of us.”

Brody: “....I don't know....what to say....”

::Bethany slowly closed the door fully and sat down on the chair opposite him.::

Bethany: “....Play something?”

Brody: “....i dunno Beth...i haven't since....”

Bethany: “....just once? For me?”

::It would seem that Bethany had let this dance go on long enough and was taking steps. Brody swallowed a lump in his throat and shifted to the bed, facing her and their knees almost touching as he began to tune the instrument glancing nervously up at her and her nodding encouragement. Brody needed something to be normal again, she knew that. This was her doing it. Showing him that he was still himself and he wasn't alone.

When he finished tuning it he began to strum the strings. It was the start of something southern. An old folk southern rock rhythm. Soft and yet beautiful. After a few moments Brody began to sing gently. He knew the song, for many reasons, but most of all, because of Aerynn. His past. Jeszika and Beth. It made sense.::

Brody: “There's a black bird perched outside my window. I hear her calling. I hear her sing. Burns me with her eyes of gold to embers. She see's all my sins. She reads my soul.....One day that burn she spoke to me. Like Martin Luther....like Pericles.....Come join the murder. Come fly with black. We'll give you freedom from the human trap. Come join the murder. Soar on my wings. You'll touch the hand of god and he'll make you King.”

::Bethany listened intently and wondered who he sang about. Was “She” Aerynn? Was she Jeszika? Was she Beth herself? They, she thought were the Children. Claiming to set him free, if he only submits.::

Brody: “On a blanket made of woven shadows, flew up to heaven on a ravens glide. His angels they turned my wings to wax....now. I felt like Judas.....grace denied. And on my day he lied to me. Like Martin Luther....like Pericles.....Come join the murder. Come fly with black. We'll give you freedom from the human trap. Come join the murder. Soar on my wings. You'll touch the hand of god and he'll make you King.”

::Bethany saw the saw emotions on his face as he looked down at the floor and sang. Being with the Children. Finally being free of them and not wanting to return. Not coming to help. He felt like he was Judas to the girls. Turning on them when they needed him most. Her hand lifted to reach out, but she held back.::

Brody: “I walk among the children of my Father's. The broken wings. Betrayals cost. They call to me but never touch my heart now. I am to far....i am to lost. All I can hear is what he spoke to me....Like Martin Luther....like Pericles.....Come join the murder. Come fly with black. We'll give you freedom from the human trap. Come join the murder. Soar on my wings. You'll touch the hand of god and he'll make you King.”

::Bethany put both her hands to her mouth then and just stared. She could see it. Aerynn and what she had done. The reason that Brody tried so hard to help Billy and Carrie. Why he never called them back. He feels he is to far gone. That he is to lost to recover.

There now was a time where Brody simply played his eyes staring down at the floor and glistening with the emotions he was trying to not let himself feel. After almost a full minute of just playing he looks up and stares into her eyes and finishes.::

Brody: “So now I curse that ravens fire. You made...me hate. You made me....burn. You laughed aloud as you flew from Eden. You always knew....I never learn. She no longer sings for me.....Like Martin Luther....or Pericles.....Come join the murder. Come fly with black. We'll give you freedom from the human trap. Come join the murder. Soar on my wings. You'll touch the hand of god and he'll make you King.

Come join the murder. Come fly with black. We'll give you freedom from the human trap. Come join the murder. Soar on my wings. You'll touch the hand of god and he'll make you King......He'll make you.....King....”

::Brody strobes the final few notes of the song and then slowly sets the guitar down on the bed next to him and looks down at his feet, but then he wasn't looking at his feet. He was looking at her. Bethany he slid out of her chair and knelt between his legs looking up at him.

For a time Bethany just stared intently and then her eyes closed and she leaned up and pressed herself to him and her lips to his own. The kiss was only brief. Broken quickly by the blond woman who reached up and brushed his hair from his face with both hands. With her hands atop his hair her eyes dart around his face.::

Brody: “....Beth.....?”

::She says nothing as she stares at him biting her lip gently and then a little smile touches the corners of her lips and she leans up again and kisses him again, this time she doesn't break it and Brody reacts as she had been secretly hoping deep inside he would. His arms go around her waist and pull her up and onto him.

As soon as his back hit the bed she pulled up and pulled her top off and his eyes widened looking at her black lace bra and what was inside it. Now it was his turn to bite his lip and he whispered.::

Brody: “You.....sure?”

Bethany: “....Stop....haven't we waited long enough?”

::Brody slid from the bar as she turned her back to him and he leaned down and kissed her shoulder blade where her Tattoo was getting a little whimper from the small blond leaning back against him. Bethany turned her back to the camera and off came that garment to fall on the floor leaving her bare from the waist up, the lines of her back all that was visible to the camera.

Brody's hands pushed down the jeans, but left enough on for modesty. He wouldn't show the world, anything more then her Ring Gear did. This however was black and lace, trimmed in purple and when Brody reached out for her and brushed his hand along her side she actually began to tremble.

Brody's hand slid beyond her and reached for the camera. Bethany's forehead rested against the crook of his throat and she pressed her lips to the flesh there and whispered.::

Bethany: “....Be gentle.....please?”

Brody: “....Always.....”

::And then the feed died. Why U.W.A. Editors had left this in was anyone's guess. But if Brody had to guess later....it was a gift to the fans. Showing the two get the start to their happy ending. Show that Aerynn hadn't ruined it. Show that goodness wins in U.W.A. Even if a bit later then expected.::

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12/11/2014
7:20 AM
Albuquerque, NM!
Motel room
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::The sunlight streamed through the windows of the motel room. Brody was lying against the headboard of the bed looking down at the sleeping blond lying on his stomach sound asleep. A sheet covered her to the chest but one of her legs was sticking out to the hip and she slept with a strangely happy smile on her lips.

After a few moments Bethany moaned happily and then shifted her head up to look at him as he watched her. She could see the teeth marks on his shoulder and she blushed a bit. She however felt wonderful. He had been exactly what she asked. Gentle.

She leaned up then and pressed her lips to his own. This time it was passionate. Not unsure. Not concerned. From either of them. After the kiss Brody looks down at her and smiles.::

Brody: “Regrets?”

Bethany: “....None....not a single one.”

Brody: “When is Ashley expecting you?”

Bethany: “...Considering that was streaming live to U.w.A. Headquarters....i should go now. Ashley.....will want to talk.”

::Bethany then shifted around under the sheets and when she climbed out she was wearing the black bra and shorts combo and then began to wiggle into her jeans, then her shirt and finally her shoes. After she was dressed she came and sat down on the bed next to Brody.::

Bethany: “....You have any?”

Brody: “....Only that it took me so long to....act on what we both wanted.”

Bethany: “Call me when you get to Colorado?”

::Brody nodded gently and then she leaned down and kissed him gently then slipped out. She knew if she didn't leave now, she wouldn't leave at all and she needed to talk to Ash and Jeszika. Brody just leaned his head back on the headboard and smiled gently as the scene faded a final time.::