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His-tory, Our-Story
Topic Started: Apr 12 2018, 02:27 PM (70 Views)
MrBiscut
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Do Your Worst,I've Heard All The Brokeback Cracks
Standing at the top of the step outside of the Whalen Gymnasium, Alexander Owens is dressed in sleek looking brown and green warm ups; a small steer head logo adorned on the left breast. His eyes look watery; perhaps because of cold wind and sun in his eyes or perhaps because of something much deeper. Either way as the camera pans onto him; his give a weak smile; a huge downgrade from his usual million watts miracle grin; his hands snuggly tucked in his pocket.

Owens: Hey there Dixie. How you doing? If your last message is anything to go by it’s not well. You looked tired; worn out. You had the look of a woman that had the world on in palm of her hand only to watch it crumble to dust and ash as you marvelled at it. I wish I could say I felt sorry for ya; but I don’t. You made a decision; a long time, that the best way to mend your broken heart was to try to piece it together with someone you thought was just as broken as you: Bane.

Owens walks a few steps down; eyes downturned and face lock in what seemed to be a festering mixture of remorse and anger.

Owens: Like some kind of fairy tale; you were walking along, lost and looking for home, when a big bad wolf came along. He scared you at first but as you looked at him; your pity only grew; your sorrow reach deep and surmised that you’d found a kindred spirit. So you walked along through the woods with him; thinking you’d found your way out, and more importantly, someone you thought was kindred spirit. A charming tale but a tale all in all.

Taking a few more steps down; Owens’s eyes locked forward as they shift somewhat; changing from down and wetten to dark and stormy. Pulling his left hand out, Owen points to the building behind him.

Owens: Speaking of stories; you may or may not remember but this is where our started; nearly four years ago to the day. You, I, and Steve; lost in world of chaos and looking for some comfort from home, a thousand miles away from everything we knew. Three country kids that took to the shine of the arena lights like moths to the flame or as we all found out; more akin to a bug zapper.

A few more steps and Owens reaches the bottom; his eyes locked fully on the camera; the storm in his eyes finally calling forth some rain; salty and hot down the sides of his face.

Owens: One of us flew too high and fast and got burned and destroy by those lights. The other two felt there heat; scorched our wings but eventually found our way; better and stronger than ever; thought of us did turn from that light for awhile, while the other basked in it.

Finishing up; his face was a thousand masks of emotions. Reflecting back; Owens relives all those moments in an instant.

Owens: I’m sorry for what you had to do. I’m sorry you had travel a lot of the way alone. But most of all I’m sorry you ended up with Bane. I’m sorry he lied to you for so long and tricked you that he was gonna be able to give you what you needed. I’m sorry you let yourself be lied to; that he jump on you when you were at your weakest and started to weave this web of lies; a tapestry of false dreams and hope.

In one breath of time; Owens’s face suddenly stabilizes; a stern look filling the space and make his normally bright eyes seem dark and drawn.

Owens: What I’m not sorry about is finding my own happiness. I’m not sorry for moving past the old days on onto greener pastures. I’m not sorry for driving Bane crazy. And most of all I’m not sorry about what I gonna do to you at SuperBattle. We might love each other like siblings but even sibling fight. We may have shared the dream of making miracles and seeing our names in lights; but the times for fantasy and dreams is over.

Owens pauses and looks back at the building behind him; taking in long gaze as he lets his mind wander to wisps of simpler and better times one last time. When he turns back; he has a stony gaze coupled with a straight lipped and stern face.

Owens: You gonna have to face the hard truth: you hitch your wagon to the wrong horse, you hedged your bets on the wrong gamble, you built your world around the wrong dream. And now your gonna be left alone and broken. You gonna have to pay for the sins of your dream man. You’re gonna put the first down payment on his debt and all it gonna cost you is everything you’ve built since the day we meet.

Walking forward; Owens leaves the Whalen Gymnasium; and he and Dixie’s past, behind him.
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