Post by Jack Owyns on Nov 27, 2014 4:52:21 GMT
"Know what? That fuckin' moment right before I meet my oh so magnificent end, I want ... to hold my right arm out, middle finger fully extend, other hand cupping my fuckin' dick and balls, and a grin, so fuckin' annoy looking, enough, to drive a person up the fuckin' wall. And then, my last words will be 'fuck you! The world, and the fuckin' scum that inhabits it.' Then die a fuckin' villainous death. Yes, that's how I want to die. Can't fuckin' wait." - Jack Owyns.
The world around him was closing in by the second. There was nothing he could do but watch from behind the glass window in his office, overseeing his creation be destroyed by the rioters. He expected it to go down, but he never imagined that it would go this far. His ring stood in flames, the concession stands were torn apart, and anything worth any value was stolen.
His employees, his wrestlers, and people who claimed to have his back were all long gone by now. He was alone, and soon enough the rioters like a pack of zombies would make their way up to the second floor and find him, the great Trevor Echo, alone and defenseless. The thoughts of what they would do to him made him shiver in fear as his hand trembled holding what very well could be his last taste of scotch.
The handle on the door moved, and his last thought of protection, the door, which he had only just realized he forgot to lock, opened up. Echo leaned back against his desk, half sitting and half standing, hiding the look of fear well. The man who entered was the last man he'd ever think would come.
"Ja... Jack? What?" Echo said, with much confusion behind each word.
Jack closed the door behind him. “Stayed, to watch the fuckin’ ship sink eh?”
“Nowhere else to go, really. This is my home, and might as well go down with it.”
“HA! Look at fuckin’ that… ECHO, sounding defeated.”
“Laugh it up Jack… Go ahead, but I’m not defeated yet. I still plan to fight when they find me. Until that moment, I’m not defeated… yet.” Echo finished the last drop of his scotch. “So what? You here to watch them…”
He pointed out behind the glass window.
“Bring me to my knees.”
“Nah,” Jack replied.
Two tear gas canisters exploded in the arena. It caught both Echo and Jack's attention. Echo moved over, placing a hand on the window, and looked down upon the carnage.
“About time the law enforcement made an appearance,” Echo laughed. “I guess I shall live to see another day.”
Jack never responded.
“So Jack, you said nah… so why are you he—“
Echo felt a tingle in his throat. He slowly turned, his face freakishly pale-looking. He stared at Jack who stood a feet away. He was holding a knife. His hand had a few spots of blood. Echo slowly reached up, touching his throat that had been sliced ear to ear. He let his hands fall to his side, not bothering trying to conceal the wound. Instead, he just stared into the eyes of Jack.
“That’s for everything, Echo.” Jack's voice was calm as he let the knife fall from his hand.
Echo dropped to his knees, gasping slightly for the remaining air he could breathe as Jack backed up as a pool of blood had began to form from the cut artery. Jack gave Echo a salute, and then hurried out of his office as a commotion outside grew closer.
He started to walk after he left Echo’s office, and eventually broke into a run. Behind him, another door opened, and his name was called. He didn’t need to look back, because as he passed one door and saw in the mirror, Radek was standing there.
Before Jack opened the exit door leading to the stairwell, he took one look back and saw Radek entering Echo’s office. Two doors down, five law enforcement agents entered the floor.
“Idiot.” Jack mumbled to himself before vanishing down the stairwell to the exit.
- Prologue -
October 30, 2009
October 30, 2009
The world around him was closing in by the second. There was nothing he could do but watch from behind the glass window in his office, overseeing his creation be destroyed by the rioters. He expected it to go down, but he never imagined that it would go this far. His ring stood in flames, the concession stands were torn apart, and anything worth any value was stolen.
His employees, his wrestlers, and people who claimed to have his back were all long gone by now. He was alone, and soon enough the rioters like a pack of zombies would make their way up to the second floor and find him, the great Trevor Echo, alone and defenseless. The thoughts of what they would do to him made him shiver in fear as his hand trembled holding what very well could be his last taste of scotch.
The handle on the door moved, and his last thought of protection, the door, which he had only just realized he forgot to lock, opened up. Echo leaned back against his desk, half sitting and half standing, hiding the look of fear well. The man who entered was the last man he'd ever think would come.
"Ja... Jack? What?" Echo said, with much confusion behind each word.
Jack closed the door behind him. “Stayed, to watch the fuckin’ ship sink eh?”
“Nowhere else to go, really. This is my home, and might as well go down with it.”
“HA! Look at fuckin’ that… ECHO, sounding defeated.”
“Laugh it up Jack… Go ahead, but I’m not defeated yet. I still plan to fight when they find me. Until that moment, I’m not defeated… yet.” Echo finished the last drop of his scotch. “So what? You here to watch them…”
He pointed out behind the glass window.
“Bring me to my knees.”
“Nah,” Jack replied.
Two tear gas canisters exploded in the arena. It caught both Echo and Jack's attention. Echo moved over, placing a hand on the window, and looked down upon the carnage.
“About time the law enforcement made an appearance,” Echo laughed. “I guess I shall live to see another day.”
Jack never responded.
“So Jack, you said nah… so why are you he—“
Echo felt a tingle in his throat. He slowly turned, his face freakishly pale-looking. He stared at Jack who stood a feet away. He was holding a knife. His hand had a few spots of blood. Echo slowly reached up, touching his throat that had been sliced ear to ear. He let his hands fall to his side, not bothering trying to conceal the wound. Instead, he just stared into the eyes of Jack.
“That’s for everything, Echo.” Jack's voice was calm as he let the knife fall from his hand.
Echo dropped to his knees, gasping slightly for the remaining air he could breathe as Jack backed up as a pool of blood had began to form from the cut artery. Jack gave Echo a salute, and then hurried out of his office as a commotion outside grew closer.
He started to walk after he left Echo’s office, and eventually broke into a run. Behind him, another door opened, and his name was called. He didn’t need to look back, because as he passed one door and saw in the mirror, Radek was standing there.
Before Jack opened the exit door leading to the stairwell, he took one look back and saw Radek entering Echo’s office. Two doors down, five law enforcement agents entered the floor.
“Idiot.” Jack mumbled to himself before vanishing down the stairwell to the exit.
