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The 5:30 To the Future
Topic Started: Mar 26 2018, 01:13 PM (60 Views)
MrBiscut
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Do Your Worst,I've Heard All The Brokeback Cracks
It’s a chilly early morning out in the streets of East Rutherford but at least the Sun might come out later out; sparing the snowed in and fed up residents of the area from the cold grasp of winter which has more recently sat upon them like a oppressive weight. Along and in the mixed haze of chilled sunshine and cloud; Alexander Owens walks the street; adorned in warm looking joggers and well fitted hood embossed with line ‘Iron Sharpen Iron”.

His walks is brisk and purposeful. Hooking a sharp left; he walks through some turnstyles and board a commuter train. The car is largely empty; just a few dredges inhibiting the chilled steel tube. Settling in a seat, he begins to speak

Owens: This life that guys like me have chosen to live is one that sees us on the move; hitting arenas,stadiums and pavement all across the US and the world. It’s a hard life that unless you have the passion for it and the spark of greatness need will never pays off for it sacrifice. Some guys crack under the pressure. Some thrive in. And for some...we’ll it’s all they can ever see themselves doing; their perfect isolationist heaven.

Stretching back in his seat, Owens looks comfortable and collected. His tone is even and his eyes are soft looking; not hard and angry as they did last time he was seen.

Owens: Now this world is not benefits of friends and companions. In fact, it honestly can’t be done without them. Those that go it alone either don’t last long or become something else entirely. As the old saying goes, no man is an island. And those are insistent the contrary are fools.

Arms outstretched in a causal mockery of an archaic torture; Owens’s eyes narrow a little as he continues; the corners of his mouth appearing to be taunter around each word.

Owens: I know you’re not a fool, Bane. And neither is Dixie. But damn if I’m breathing you’ve, even in our friendest of days, always seems to be looming in a future of being alone. And you scooped up Dixie and took her for the ride. So while you’re not a fool; you are most definitely an ass. Worse than that you’re an ass that buys into his own bullshit and then tries to shovel it into other people’s throat. You tried to drag me down but failed,so did the next best thing.

Owens lerches forwards, unhooking his arms as he places his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. In a moment that apes on the solemn stillness of a prayer, Owens pasues, only to look up and speak again.

Owens: You manipulated and numbered your way into the heart of the only other person in this world that actually cared about you in this world and poison her with your idiocy. Dixie, a broken as she has a right to be, didn’t need your shitstirring. She needed someone to love her and give her the world. All you gave her and can ever give her it your version of the world; a dark empty place that only gutless and remorseless people like you can thrive.

Owens continues to looks forward for moment after he falls silent. He then begins to look side to side; taking in the murky and misplace residents of the chilled box car he is residing in temporality.

Owens: It’s a world full of addicts and psychos, a place that never sees the Sun and were no one wants or possibly even can see the truth. Things change constantly and not always for the better but in the end right wins out. Light overcomes night. Happiness snuffs out the sucking cold of sadness and depsression. It’s not easy and it’s not immediate. But it will comes. It moves constantly and on time...just like a train.

A muffled announcement come over the PA system. Taking note, Owens stands and readies himself to make an exit. As he stands he looks forward, offering up one last statement.

Owens: You can stop a train and you can’t stop change. If you ignore the tolls of both bells and try to stand against it; you’ll get run over and demolished. So the question is; are you gonna stand defiance of warnings and the invisible change for the better come SuperBattle, Dixie and Bane? Are will you see the foolishness now and try to get out the way? Because I’m coming for the both of you. Slow,steady and constant. Consider this the first whistle blow before we crash into each other. Take heed unless you want it to be the last thing you hear.

The train comes to a stop and Owens exits the training; leaving its residence where he found them as well as the train itself to continue rolling on, never stopping till it’s job is done.
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