Post by Maz on Feb 2, 2017 17:35:48 GMT
youthful :: rage
The year was 2001 in the city of Takaishi which was of Osaka, Japan. Very small, it was barely touching sixty thousand people in population. Mostly everyone knew everybody in the small town of Takashinohama. It was a quiet community. I grew up in a great neighborhood. I had a great family. A hard-working Father who worked at a car dealership. Mother who worked long hours as a teacher.
But something went wrong, terribly wrong.
My hard-working Father had become a dick of himself while my Mother had become such a bitch. My Dad drinked, it was his second favorite thing to do. He would start to come home late as I was an eleven year-old kid. He drinked heavy and always would come home dizzy and drunken. Some mornings when I woke up to go to school, he’d be drunkenly passed out on the living room couch. It was small, so half of his body was off of it, which had to be a very uncomfortable feeling. My Mother had grown used to it.
At eleven, I was still trying to find myself. It had come to a point where I had began meddling in my Mother’s make-up, imitating the look of a dark-edged clown with heavy eye shadow. My hair was medium-length at best. I was part of a little small group in Middle School there, we had a style, somewhat ‘Goth’ as it was sort of a style. Black was a heavy color. Items such as armbands, collars around neck with spikes, it was a thing.
My Father, very hard-edged, Military demeanor. Very strict. He didn’t take lightly to my new approach. He often called me a shitload of bad names as his Son to which he had later stated that he had “disowned” me as his own. We argued alot, many times leading me to walking away from home for days unannounced.
It was safe to say I grew tired of the drunkenly disorder and mistreatment.
One day, coming home from school, standing at the door, just before entering, I heard loud crying noises, a woman’s voice. I remember it just like yesterday. I opened that door and seeing the dark, reddish bruises on my Mother’s face as she were on both her knees, her head tilted down as my Father stood stall, a look of anger on his face, as in his left hand was a can of beer.
Seeing the look on my face, not only just that but my overall appearance, he was far from pleased and he expressed his dissent with a firing back shot of his hand to my face. I remembered falling to the floor in pure shock as his fists were balled and in a top mount, he ‘tattooed’ his knuckle imprints deep into my face as my Mother had come to my rescue, pulling him off of me, only to receive a shot to the face that sent her down to the floor.
I snapped.
That Gothly black spiked bracelet had immediately became a weapon of choice, stabbing the spikes right under his chin. Those spikes weren't meant to be sharp but with having no sense of pressure or sense of my own strength, those unsharp spikes damn sure created one hell of a ‘leak’. My Mother screamed in horror, worked to pull me off but boy was she late. Late to save her abusing husband and father to her son. I liked that bracelet a lot too, come to remember. It attracted a lot of attention before becoming a murder weapon. I remember her exact words she told me...
“Ran! GO! Watashi wa sore o sewa shimasu!”
Words in a horrific tone of voice as she had scooted over close to try and stop what was too late to be stopped. I remembered standing at the door, my eyes wide open as the heavy black shadow had started creating lines down my face. Tears had run down as she once again screamed for me to leave. She would take care of everything.
And you dare hold questions about where my violent body of nature come from...
Rage.
It will never be something that is forgotten. Held-up anger, hidden within pushed me to the brink and I fucking snapped. Snapped right in half at the apex. He deserved it from my standpoint, even to this day ... as much as it likes to come back and find new ways to haunt me, I don’t regret my actions.
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“RUN! Dekirudakehayaku itte kudasai, Finn!”
Snickering to myself as I sat in a crouched position in front of the blue dumpster. A bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey that was hidden within a brown paper bag. It was way into the hours of night. I reminded you of that corner store ‘whino’ who always reserved his space at the backside of the store by the dumpsters. After taking a quick swig of the Whiskey, I let off a deep breath, blowing the slightly damp strands of my hair to the side as the potency of my breath could be felt a half-mile away.
“Depressed, trying to find my way after what was a devastating loss to the one, Anastasia Starling. I took her for granted. I lacked a solid game plan to put the bitch down but as always, I find my way for revenge. That in the case being the rising upstart, Finn Whelan. Anastasia ... she dinged me up good. I was loopy. I was in another world. I went flat out on my ass. She layered that combo well on me and I give credit when due, she laid poor Mazzy to rest.”
“Awwwww!”
A fake sigh from me led to another tipping of the bottle up onto my lips as Jameson continued to run its course through my system.
“Lines, they always seem to connect in ways unseen or unheard of. I took one unfortunate fall to the Songbird as time just..obviously wasn’t on my side. Clockwork Songbird, a play on words but she ‘played’ me well into defeat. I looked foolish, incompetent and completely off, allowing her to deliver such a finisher that could compete with Chun-Li’s for days. Last show, we also seen the uprising Finn Whelan take on Seth Iser as he made quick work to take that contendership for the Rising Phoenix Championship.”
“Now lookey at what we have here? I get the number one contender to that Rising Phoenix Championship. Finn Whelan. How freakin’ sweet is that, my friend? There is a jolt of excitement running through my body...or maybe its the Jameson kicking in harder but nevertheless Finn, it’s going to be excellent going up against you. I get to really test you. I couldn’t tell if you were excited or not. I hope you are because I’m going to do everything to be at my best so I can tear you a-fucking-part limb by limb.”
“Yes, I’m well aware of how “lit” you are right now in Phoenix. I’m sure the fans will enjoy seeing your carcass in the ring once again, only this time to get pummelled to death by an insane psycho with little to no remorse with anything he does. You my friend are going to need a ton of shots to get you through this beating. It’s funny timing too because as we know “Groundhogs Day” is coming up soon and so is the beloved “Will U Be My Valentine?” bullshit will be following right behind, twelve days apart. We spar off on the sixth. WE’RE RIGHT IN THE THICK OF IT, ‘FINNY!!!”
“When I’m done with you, the last thing you are going to think about is fighting Anastasia Starling for her title. Oh no, your mind will be on something much more important. You know the abbreviation of Finish, Finn? It’s Fin and that is exactly what I’m going to stamp on once I’m done with you. You will be finished. You will serve as a montage to my worst enemies, Mason “Buckethead” Daniels and Rowyn Starr. Yeah, no nickname for him yet. He deserves something better than a corny name or phrase.”
“Rowyn chose to respond to my wants of getting to Daniels first with constant threats. Something rarely heard from the “Silent Warrior” but oh no, he was feeling some kind of way. A way of a fear. To say if I got in his way, he’d promise to “kill me” where I stand, I laughed. I laughed probably too hard because what has Rowyn done to prove he really is about that life? Who has he put down for good? No one. You know though, I love the challenge as I told him. I enjoy being ‘threatened’. I love living on the edge, can’t he see that already? How can you kill someone when you never killed anyone in your life? Mason has got you ‘sprung’ hard, Rowyn and anyone who comes near, you’re looking to put on the hurt, but we’ve met many times before Rowyn, and what has happened?”
“Next time, I may just scalp you for fun if you want to take it to the next level my dear. Life is too short to be handing out empty threats to folks when you know you cannot back them up. But you, Mason, and everyone else ... enjoy this ‘shit show’ that I will make out of my opponent this week. Finn doesn’t quite understand yet but I’ll break it down to him real slow. Promise.”
I had no problem finishing a job someone started. I earned a living off of eating others broken promises and threats. This was ‘Child’s Play’ to me. If I had my way, all three would be no more before the end of the night. Seattle would become a wasteland for all the bodies of those who’ve given me nothing but ‘mouth’. Their fate would be swimming along the Pacific Ocean. They know my history, they’ve read about my disabilities and yet, they continue to ‘poke’ the sleeping dragon. As I took yet another swig from the glass bottle inside the brown bag, I shook my head in disgust.
As I remained standing, my body quickly shook from what was the on-screen debut of my newest friend, Olly. An Owl that I had come across. Taking it home, I nurtured it. We had made an interesting connect over the past few days and this was his landing spot, my right shoulder, sitting perched and taking in the view.
“Say “Hi!” Olly!”
(HOOT! HOOT!)
“He understands me better than humans will ever understand me. I made it clear to him day one. I asked that he do not disrespect me. Protect me as I protect him from harm. The downfall of him not doing as such would result to him meeting the sink garbage disposal for a fun, deadly ride down to Hell. He nodded his head, taking full understanding and since that, we’ve been the new version of ‘Turner & Hooch’. They say the presence of an owl means change. Traditionally, could mean death is on it’s way. Change. The mystery is in full-effect.”
(HOOT! HOOT!)
I nodded my head, hearing him “Hoot!” like that as I smiled, understanding him.
“I know, it will be lovely, Olly. Things will change...for the better. Finny, I hope you rest up and come prepared because Mazzy here is going to be extra special for you. You along with the Seattle crowd will be ENTERTAINED to the fullest. Begin preparing yourself for tasting what defeat is like, Finn. It won’t be pleasant for you but goddamnit, it will be for me...and Olly!”
I threw my hands up, waving both of them towards the camera before things had quickly cut to static.
