Post by Leon Roberts on Sept 18, 2013 20:23:42 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
What is wrong with me?! Why is it that I have been defeated so many times in recent weeks. Is it because of that stab wound? No it can't be that. I usually feel nothing from it. Is it because I've lost focus? Wouldn't be the first fucken time it's happened!
But I believe what is the reason to my recent folly, is because I've almost felt entitled. Because I've been overconfident. Many times this happens to me. I become complacent because I like to toy around with my opponents. Certainly explains why I've been defeated so easily.
Layla: Leon? Where is it?
Shit. Almost forgot that mom's been driving me around Toronto today. We were near Jane and Finch, a well known crime area. Mom wanted me to show her something...personal.
Leon: We're here.
Mom nodded, and sighed. She parked on the side. When she was done,she began to fidget a bit. I grabbed her hand,and she glared at me. But it softened after a second when she realized that what i did, calmed her down.
Layla: Let's do this.
Leon: Remember, you wanted to see it.
Layla: I know.
We both got out of the car, and walked right to the alley where I was shot down all those years ago.
Mom knelt down, and placed her hand right were my right hand would be in the chalk drawing. She then began to cry a little bit, letting a couple tears fall to the ground. Although she was grieving over the child she once knew from me, I couldn't help myself. I knelt down beside her, and wiped one tear away. I then licked the finger that I had done so. It was like any other tear of sorrow. Delicious!
Layla: I'm so sorry Leon.
Leon: What's there to be sorry about?
Layla: If...I hadn't...made all the mistakes I've made...you wouldn't be like you are. Well, not as bad. There was never any doubt how aggressive of a person you'd always be.
Leon: Ain't that the truth.
Layla: No kidding. How long has it been?
Leon: I was sixteen when it happened. Shit. Ten years already? Wow.
Layla: Yeah. I also regret not being there. Imagine when I heard over the phone, Randy yelling at me.
Leon: What did he say?
Layla: He said I was an ungrateful bitch, who'd rather go fuck some random douchebag, over coming to the hospital to see our son, who was shot down and dying.
Leon: Yeah that sounds about right.
Layla: Oh shut the fuck up Leon!
I smirked at her. It was very much true. It hasn't been until recent years that she's smartened up. Though I will say that she has been good in terms of keeping my siblings full blooded.
After a moment thought, she sighed, and even smirked right back at me. She knew it was true, so why should she deny it.
Layla: Tell me exactly what happened. Please.
Leon: Not exactly easy to talk about, but I suppose that I could share it a bit with you.
With that, I allowed my mind to wander back. I could remember seeing those images from all those years back. What exactly happened, in almost perfect detail.
~~Flashback~~
There was a fight going on between two gangs. It was between this well know street gang, the dreads, and the gangI was in, the 561's. It was normal, everyday shit that happened on Jane St. I remember one of the leaders of the opposite gang there, a tall, dark skinned guy with a white bandanna on grabbed the only white kid there, and held a knife to his throat. That kid, was me.
Dread leader: Don't nobody of you 561's move, or the little white bitch gets it.
The said gang, the 561's suddenly stop fighting, as the others take over and beat them down. In any situation like this, anyone would be scared stiff for their life. I know i was, as i felt the edge of the blade almost piercing my skin.
Dread leader: So white bitch? How does it feel to see your family get hurt. To bad that them surrendering will be for nothing, you you gonna die bitch!
Leon: GUYS!!! Fight back!!!!!
Dread leader: Shut your face ya bitch. The only thing I want to hear is your screams.
I didn't know what to do. I was indeed scared for my life. It was not the first time, but up until then, the feeling of fear and panicking those situations, it never got better. However, I suddenly noticed that my captor had a gun on him. Luckily, my hand was right there. Relying purely on adrenaline fueled instinct, I grabbed the gun, and quickly shot my captor's foot. The captor quickly let go, and the feeling of terror was soon washed away with a feeling I was more used to. I was straight up pissed off that I was used as a hostage to get my gang family to cease fighting. So in my retaliation, I shot the gangster's hand that held the knife. I then fired one more shot into the air, alerting the two gangs.
Leon: What, didn't think the little white bitch didn't have it in him? Looks like the grim reaper will be seeing me another day. But who wants to meet him now?!
The gang in the white bandannas suddenly raised their arms up, before getting their own guns. But the 561's had grabbed theirs, and were pointing at the white bandanna gang's heads. Their raised their arms back up. That's when they heard some sirens go off. I swore under my breath.
561 Gangster: COPS!!!!!!!
Everybody scrambled. My gang, the 561's, all had gotten separated. I went with another from the gang. But the guy who was shot, as he was being helped away, he did the gun shooting signal to me, before passing out.
When I had escaped sight, I saw I had my friend Omar, AKA 'Needles' was there one who escaped with me to the alley, safe from the cops, I boy looked on, making sure nobody spotted us I then took out a spare blue bandanna to wipe the gun down, before I unloaded the ammo, and discarded them.
Needles: Yo man. That was close.
Leon: Tell me about it. Shit this is getting way out of hand.
Needles: What did you expect yo? You escalated shit.
Leon: Well shit, they robbed me of a payday. The Dreads thought they owned the streets.
Needles: True. However, they're not going to stop until 561 blood is spilled on the streets.
Leon: Fuck...don't remind me.
Suddenly, at the very same time I heard a gunshot go off, I felt an extremely sharp pain in my shoulder. I yelped in pain, and looked down, and saw a bullet hole. I then looked up, and saw that Needles had been the one who fired the bullet.
Leon: The fuck man!
Needles: Sorry yo, but I have no choice.
Needles put his finger back on the trigger. I tried to get up, but I got shot in the arm. From there, I could only feel the blood, as I blacked out from the blood loss.
~~End Flashback~~
I could feel my own blood just burning up as i snapped back to reality. I got up, and punched the wall. It made a small indent in there, once I pulled away.
Layla: Needles.....isn't that the guy who was all paranoid and had a bunch of needle picks sticking out of his ears.
Leon: That's the fucker who did this time me.
Mom let a few more tears go, she got u, and staggered away. But when she was right near the dumpster, she gave it a hard kick. It was hard enough to move it a couple inches away from her. I could see her pulling her hair, trying to suppress a scream.
Layla: I swear to you Leon. If I ever see that son of a bitch, I'll kill him myself!
Leon: Really?
Layla: Yes! You're unholy revival was not needed. You could easily have been the same. You could easily have been a great wrestler. Instead, it fucked you up.
Leon: what you called fucked up, I call gifted. Though dying was not pleasant.
Layla: How did it feel? Can you remember when you felt yourself die?
Leon: No. Probably for the best. I do remember feeling...detached. Like my entire existence was being pulled by an outside force.
Layla: Oh. I have to ask. Did Randy really sell his soul in order to bring you back?
Leon: From what I understand, he almost did. Lucifer was already interested in me as it was, so all he did was speed up his coming to me.
Layla: I see. I suppose that's good. Still...Needles is going to die.
Leon: Think I haven't tried mom?! That guy is more slippery then an abused, wide, turned on pussy.
Layla: Shit, that's bad.
Leon: No kidding. But I'll find him. I'll save you a piece, but he's mine. He's to be...sacrificed.
Layla: Really? You're really that deep?
Leon: What does it matter? Though if anything, it will be more like a demonstration!
Layla: Now that, I'd like to see.
Leon: Oh...momma's got a dark side eh?
Layla: I got plenty shades, but no doubt about it. You don't get such a sadistic side born into you without one of your parents having a bit of one, and Randy doesn't have much of one, at least not like mine!
Leon: So you admit you're a bitch?
Layla: Proudly. Though I've eased off, especially when I...yeah nevermind that period in time.
Leon: Heh. Nice.
It's true. For all of mom's faults, and there is alot, she is getting better at pointing them out and even joke at them a bit. Still though. I see exactly what she's talking about. She has this intense look in her eye that screams for blood.
I am really like her in alot of ways, almost sad that It took me so damn long. Also sad she's had to reach a proverbial rock bottom in order to get back into my good graces.
Leon: But let's not discredit dad though. He's a fighter, through and through.
Layla: I know. I guess that is a good reason as to why I once loved him. So intense. So...
Leon: Don't say it mom.
Layla: What, I was going to say exhilarating.
I chuckled at that. That's good. I swore she was going to say sexy there for a second. I doubt any kid at any age wants to hear their parents say something like that, though Liberty doesn't seem to care.
Suddenly I felt my side flare up again. Mom noticed, and went towards me, and helped me sit down, against the wall. My expression had changed from laughing, to now mad.
Layla: Leon what's wrong?
Leon: Stupid fucken kid stabbed me a few weeks ago. Pain sometimes flares up.
Layla: Think you should get it checked out?
Leon: Perhaps. Maybe it is a good idea. I'll see what I can do afterwards. Yet...it's far less then what it was. I must have stretched it awkwardly to even get ay pain.
Layla: Sounds about right.
I couldn't help but smile at that. I slowly began to get up, and walk to the car. I did stretch out for a second, just to take my mind off some of the pain.
Layla: I want to know Leon. Is everything going fine in APW?
Leon: No. Not at all.
Layla: Why?
Leon: I've let myself become far to egotistical. I've been on a losing streak as of late. It fucken happens often. I lose my focus, and become ego driven! I know I'm better then those idiots that are always placed infront of me! I'm really my own worst enemy.
Layla: Don't say that Leon. You have what it takes.
Leon: Don't you think I know it! All my career, it's always been me alone. I've taken down people, organizations, companies, and everything inbetween, just because it's what I do. I can't rely on others. Vega's split mind leads him to fuck off somewhere random, dad's to stuck in a respectful era, and Titan....Titan nearly fucked us both over! But I took care of that.
Layla: I won't be to surprised if you say yes, but do you have his blood on your hands?
Leon: No. But he will never be seen again, I can assure you.
Layla: I see.
I sigh. It does nothing to ease my rage. I've had enough of this place. I turn around towards the entrance of the alley. But before I take any steps forward, I take one more look around. No matter how it seems, this one place always does the same effect to me. It makes my blood boil. It's mostly due to the fact this incident was caused by somebody I once trusted, and the fact that he had his cowardly reasons for it to happen.
Layla: Wait Leon.
Leon: What is it now mom?
Layla: Show me how you do one of your...what are they called....shoots. That's right. Shoots.
Leon: Okay. We can head home if you want.
Layla: No. Right here. Don't you think its all to perfect?
I turned back around, and looked mom straight in the eye. I smirked at her, for suggesting such a genius idea. Why hadn't I thought of that?
Leon: You provide the video, I'll provide the entertainment.
Layla: Entertainment?
Leon: Yeah. As truthful and unapologetic as I am, people love this, even if they don't agree with it.
Mom nodded, as she pulled out her purple cased Iphone. After fiddling around for a minute, she points it up at me, as I walk back into place. She points at me like a director would, indicating that it was go time.
Leon: It's been so long. So long since I've been in this spot. Where I have come to the darkest point. A point, where I gave up my humanity. Take a look.
Mom pointed her phone around the area to give a full view of the area, including the chalk drawing.
Leon: This might not have been an outline of me, but it was still the same spot, where I first died. Died, by the hand of a coward. By the hand, of a boy who I once saw as a friend. Fourteen bullets, from two different guns, were unloaded into my body, ten years ago. What have I done since then? Dominate. Yet lately, I have...lost my way.
This...obsession I have with A.C Smith...it won't go away. Nor do I want it to go away until I got everything I want from him. And its not just a title. It's the complete corruption of who he is. Either that, or taking is life away, whichever comes first.
But last week, is when things all became clear. Where I have let my colossal ego overtake my bloodlust. Squashing my hate, just to toy around with an inferior. I let my guard down, and it added onto my string of losses. Well....NO MORE!
It is at this point, where I feel my blood heating up. Such an intoxicating feeling of pure adrenaline pumping through my veins, all due to such fury that's pent up inside of me. I do let some of it out, as I kicked the front of the dumpster that mom had kicked before. Only I made a nice sized dent in it.
Leon: What happened last week was nothing short of a fucken disaster! Shione merely got lucky when she managed to escape my death grip. But the fact of the matter is, that bitch defeated me! Make no mistake about it, the next time she's in the ring with me, I'm going to rip that face right off, and feast on her flesh until the only thing left is her SKULL!
For to long I have allowed myself to be defeated. Ever since that fucken stabbing occurred, I have been humiliated, and beaten down. And one of them is quite possibly one of the most generic, unworthy, juiced up assholes that I have ever had the displeasure of knowing, and yet he still constantly manages to get away.
I let out an extremely frustrated growl. I look at mom, who's becoming more and more freaked out by the second, seeing me become so unhinged, and little to take it all out on. But i need to focus. I will have my next opponent soon to feel the full force of the evil savage that is a big part of me.
Leon: But he won't for long. I will make sure that he is broken. To become what he once swore to clean the streets of. A killer! Starting with this week when he sees what I will do to my opponent!
Unlike the juice-bag who is going to be watching us, Mad Mumf has a history of violence, for he is a trained killer. If it weren't for the fact that your fucken kills had a fucken purpose to make balance, I would respect you. You killed for money, your country, and career. All the wrong reasons to do so, though the money one is one I can understand at least.
Why should you kill to protect your country? It's about the most worthless piece of fucken garbage I have ever seen, full of the most straight faced hypocrites I've ever seen, though the terrorist organizations are a close second. If you're going to kill do it for the right reasons. Kill, because you want to show that it's a very bad idea to fuck with you. Kill, for the sake of watching another man's life end at your feet. Kill, for the fun of it.
Call me a monster for loving those aspects, and I'll say that I'm simply embracing what I am, and what humanity used to be, and is slowly becoming once again. You think that there will ever be peace? Peace is for pussies. Man was created to destroy everything, including themselves. We've destroyed everything else, now it's time to go after each other!
My rage has kept building to the point where I feel more and more of myself set on fire. Now, it feels like my eyes are on fire. In fact, I feel a pop in one of the eyes, followed by a cool sensation. Judging by the look on mom's face, I think I might have popped a blood vessel.
Leon: But that will all happen in due time. For now, what can somebody like you do to me? I've seen your type a millions times it seems. Each time, you're always, always so uptight, treat everything like a fucken mission. Well maybe it works against others, but not against me! See Mumf, the difference between you and I, is that you need justification, to do what you do. To kill, you need a good reason, and a green paper incentive. I don't. I don't need those things! If it weren't for the fact that I view everyone like personal toys, I'd have killed alot more then what has been done.
We do have something in common though. However, we share it with alot of men in recent months. Failure to defeat A.C Smith for that fucken title! Hmph. You stood no chance against him last week, while I made him realize just how vulnerable he was. The only thing your military career has ever done for you is made you a bit tougher, which is good, because i can unleash all my hate, my anger, my aggression, and you'd be able to take some of it.
I pause right there. I can feel my blood burning me p like a house on fire. An addicting feeling no doubt. After a second, I smirked. It is true that maybe military training will have some usefulness after all.
Leon: Unlike Shione last week, I'm not giving you any chance for even a moment's recovery. The only way you'll win is if I let you by a disqualification, and that's looking extremely likely at this point.
Fact is Mumf, you are the unlucky son of a bitch who's in my way this week. The one who will suffer fully at my hands. Yet the more and more I think about it, you're exactly like A.C Smith. You are a representation of things I seek to destroy. All because you were part of the American military. Part of a worthless, hypocritical, program of dumbasses!
I know I've pretty much already said it, but in case your mind hasn't processed it yet, I'll say it one more time Mumf. You're not a better warrior then me. No matter what kind of training you've had, you will not succeed against the embodiment of chaos. As long as order exists, chaos will always be there to overtake it. Order cannot overcome chaos. Only Chaos, can defeat chaos!
In the end, you want to know something Mumf? I don't need an excuse to justify how much brutality you will receive from me. Why should I? I never needed a reason to do anything before, nor do I need one now. It's just because I'm so damn frustration, it's going to blow in everyone's faces, especially yours, and A.C Smith's. All good things will come to an end, and I'm the trigger, for everything I touch turns to dust. A.C Smith, it's already begun for you, so enjoy the time you have as a champion, for once I this immortal chaotic lord gets his hands on you, your days of relevance, are over! As for you Mad Mumf, you're going to understand just how inferior you are to me! You're going to find out exactly what infinite despair feels like, because you will not be able to escape!
See you in Sweden Mumf. I hope you are ready to die!
What is wrong with me?! Why is it that I have been defeated so many times in recent weeks. Is it because of that stab wound? No it can't be that. I usually feel nothing from it. Is it because I've lost focus? Wouldn't be the first fucken time it's happened!
But I believe what is the reason to my recent folly, is because I've almost felt entitled. Because I've been overconfident. Many times this happens to me. I become complacent because I like to toy around with my opponents. Certainly explains why I've been defeated so easily.
Layla: Leon? Where is it?
Shit. Almost forgot that mom's been driving me around Toronto today. We were near Jane and Finch, a well known crime area. Mom wanted me to show her something...personal.
Leon: We're here.
Mom nodded, and sighed. She parked on the side. When she was done,she began to fidget a bit. I grabbed her hand,and she glared at me. But it softened after a second when she realized that what i did, calmed her down.
Layla: Let's do this.
Leon: Remember, you wanted to see it.
Layla: I know.
We both got out of the car, and walked right to the alley where I was shot down all those years ago.
Mom knelt down, and placed her hand right were my right hand would be in the chalk drawing. She then began to cry a little bit, letting a couple tears fall to the ground. Although she was grieving over the child she once knew from me, I couldn't help myself. I knelt down beside her, and wiped one tear away. I then licked the finger that I had done so. It was like any other tear of sorrow. Delicious!
Layla: I'm so sorry Leon.
Leon: What's there to be sorry about?
Layla: If...I hadn't...made all the mistakes I've made...you wouldn't be like you are. Well, not as bad. There was never any doubt how aggressive of a person you'd always be.
Leon: Ain't that the truth.
Layla: No kidding. How long has it been?
Leon: I was sixteen when it happened. Shit. Ten years already? Wow.
Layla: Yeah. I also regret not being there. Imagine when I heard over the phone, Randy yelling at me.
Leon: What did he say?
Layla: He said I was an ungrateful bitch, who'd rather go fuck some random douchebag, over coming to the hospital to see our son, who was shot down and dying.
Leon: Yeah that sounds about right.
Layla: Oh shut the fuck up Leon!
I smirked at her. It was very much true. It hasn't been until recent years that she's smartened up. Though I will say that she has been good in terms of keeping my siblings full blooded.
After a moment thought, she sighed, and even smirked right back at me. She knew it was true, so why should she deny it.
Layla: Tell me exactly what happened. Please.
Leon: Not exactly easy to talk about, but I suppose that I could share it a bit with you.
With that, I allowed my mind to wander back. I could remember seeing those images from all those years back. What exactly happened, in almost perfect detail.
~~Flashback~~
There was a fight going on between two gangs. It was between this well know street gang, the dreads, and the gangI was in, the 561's. It was normal, everyday shit that happened on Jane St. I remember one of the leaders of the opposite gang there, a tall, dark skinned guy with a white bandanna on grabbed the only white kid there, and held a knife to his throat. That kid, was me.
Dread leader: Don't nobody of you 561's move, or the little white bitch gets it.
The said gang, the 561's suddenly stop fighting, as the others take over and beat them down. In any situation like this, anyone would be scared stiff for their life. I know i was, as i felt the edge of the blade almost piercing my skin.
Dread leader: So white bitch? How does it feel to see your family get hurt. To bad that them surrendering will be for nothing, you you gonna die bitch!
Leon: GUYS!!! Fight back!!!!!
Dread leader: Shut your face ya bitch. The only thing I want to hear is your screams.
I didn't know what to do. I was indeed scared for my life. It was not the first time, but up until then, the feeling of fear and panicking those situations, it never got better. However, I suddenly noticed that my captor had a gun on him. Luckily, my hand was right there. Relying purely on adrenaline fueled instinct, I grabbed the gun, and quickly shot my captor's foot. The captor quickly let go, and the feeling of terror was soon washed away with a feeling I was more used to. I was straight up pissed off that I was used as a hostage to get my gang family to cease fighting. So in my retaliation, I shot the gangster's hand that held the knife. I then fired one more shot into the air, alerting the two gangs.
Leon: What, didn't think the little white bitch didn't have it in him? Looks like the grim reaper will be seeing me another day. But who wants to meet him now?!
The gang in the white bandannas suddenly raised their arms up, before getting their own guns. But the 561's had grabbed theirs, and were pointing at the white bandanna gang's heads. Their raised their arms back up. That's when they heard some sirens go off. I swore under my breath.
561 Gangster: COPS!!!!!!!
Everybody scrambled. My gang, the 561's, all had gotten separated. I went with another from the gang. But the guy who was shot, as he was being helped away, he did the gun shooting signal to me, before passing out.
When I had escaped sight, I saw I had my friend Omar, AKA 'Needles' was there one who escaped with me to the alley, safe from the cops, I boy looked on, making sure nobody spotted us I then took out a spare blue bandanna to wipe the gun down, before I unloaded the ammo, and discarded them.
Needles: Yo man. That was close.
Leon: Tell me about it. Shit this is getting way out of hand.
Needles: What did you expect yo? You escalated shit.
Leon: Well shit, they robbed me of a payday. The Dreads thought they owned the streets.
Needles: True. However, they're not going to stop until 561 blood is spilled on the streets.
Leon: Fuck...don't remind me.
Suddenly, at the very same time I heard a gunshot go off, I felt an extremely sharp pain in my shoulder. I yelped in pain, and looked down, and saw a bullet hole. I then looked up, and saw that Needles had been the one who fired the bullet.
Leon: The fuck man!
Needles: Sorry yo, but I have no choice.
Needles put his finger back on the trigger. I tried to get up, but I got shot in the arm. From there, I could only feel the blood, as I blacked out from the blood loss.
~~End Flashback~~
I could feel my own blood just burning up as i snapped back to reality. I got up, and punched the wall. It made a small indent in there, once I pulled away.
Layla: Needles.....isn't that the guy who was all paranoid and had a bunch of needle picks sticking out of his ears.
Leon: That's the fucker who did this time me.
Mom let a few more tears go, she got u, and staggered away. But when she was right near the dumpster, she gave it a hard kick. It was hard enough to move it a couple inches away from her. I could see her pulling her hair, trying to suppress a scream.
Layla: I swear to you Leon. If I ever see that son of a bitch, I'll kill him myself!
Leon: Really?
Layla: Yes! You're unholy revival was not needed. You could easily have been the same. You could easily have been a great wrestler. Instead, it fucked you up.
Leon: what you called fucked up, I call gifted. Though dying was not pleasant.
Layla: How did it feel? Can you remember when you felt yourself die?
Leon: No. Probably for the best. I do remember feeling...detached. Like my entire existence was being pulled by an outside force.
Layla: Oh. I have to ask. Did Randy really sell his soul in order to bring you back?
Leon: From what I understand, he almost did. Lucifer was already interested in me as it was, so all he did was speed up his coming to me.
Layla: I see. I suppose that's good. Still...Needles is going to die.
Leon: Think I haven't tried mom?! That guy is more slippery then an abused, wide, turned on pussy.
Layla: Shit, that's bad.
Leon: No kidding. But I'll find him. I'll save you a piece, but he's mine. He's to be...sacrificed.
Layla: Really? You're really that deep?
Leon: What does it matter? Though if anything, it will be more like a demonstration!
Layla: Now that, I'd like to see.
Leon: Oh...momma's got a dark side eh?
Layla: I got plenty shades, but no doubt about it. You don't get such a sadistic side born into you without one of your parents having a bit of one, and Randy doesn't have much of one, at least not like mine!
Leon: So you admit you're a bitch?
Layla: Proudly. Though I've eased off, especially when I...yeah nevermind that period in time.
Leon: Heh. Nice.
It's true. For all of mom's faults, and there is alot, she is getting better at pointing them out and even joke at them a bit. Still though. I see exactly what she's talking about. She has this intense look in her eye that screams for blood.
I am really like her in alot of ways, almost sad that It took me so damn long. Also sad she's had to reach a proverbial rock bottom in order to get back into my good graces.
Leon: But let's not discredit dad though. He's a fighter, through and through.
Layla: I know. I guess that is a good reason as to why I once loved him. So intense. So...
Leon: Don't say it mom.
Layla: What, I was going to say exhilarating.
I chuckled at that. That's good. I swore she was going to say sexy there for a second. I doubt any kid at any age wants to hear their parents say something like that, though Liberty doesn't seem to care.
Suddenly I felt my side flare up again. Mom noticed, and went towards me, and helped me sit down, against the wall. My expression had changed from laughing, to now mad.
Layla: Leon what's wrong?
Leon: Stupid fucken kid stabbed me a few weeks ago. Pain sometimes flares up.
Layla: Think you should get it checked out?
Leon: Perhaps. Maybe it is a good idea. I'll see what I can do afterwards. Yet...it's far less then what it was. I must have stretched it awkwardly to even get ay pain.
Layla: Sounds about right.
I couldn't help but smile at that. I slowly began to get up, and walk to the car. I did stretch out for a second, just to take my mind off some of the pain.
Layla: I want to know Leon. Is everything going fine in APW?
Leon: No. Not at all.
Layla: Why?
Leon: I've let myself become far to egotistical. I've been on a losing streak as of late. It fucken happens often. I lose my focus, and become ego driven! I know I'm better then those idiots that are always placed infront of me! I'm really my own worst enemy.
Layla: Don't say that Leon. You have what it takes.
Leon: Don't you think I know it! All my career, it's always been me alone. I've taken down people, organizations, companies, and everything inbetween, just because it's what I do. I can't rely on others. Vega's split mind leads him to fuck off somewhere random, dad's to stuck in a respectful era, and Titan....Titan nearly fucked us both over! But I took care of that.
Layla: I won't be to surprised if you say yes, but do you have his blood on your hands?
Leon: No. But he will never be seen again, I can assure you.
Layla: I see.
I sigh. It does nothing to ease my rage. I've had enough of this place. I turn around towards the entrance of the alley. But before I take any steps forward, I take one more look around. No matter how it seems, this one place always does the same effect to me. It makes my blood boil. It's mostly due to the fact this incident was caused by somebody I once trusted, and the fact that he had his cowardly reasons for it to happen.
Layla: Wait Leon.
Leon: What is it now mom?
Layla: Show me how you do one of your...what are they called....shoots. That's right. Shoots.
Leon: Okay. We can head home if you want.
Layla: No. Right here. Don't you think its all to perfect?
I turned back around, and looked mom straight in the eye. I smirked at her, for suggesting such a genius idea. Why hadn't I thought of that?
Leon: You provide the video, I'll provide the entertainment.
Layla: Entertainment?
Leon: Yeah. As truthful and unapologetic as I am, people love this, even if they don't agree with it.
Mom nodded, as she pulled out her purple cased Iphone. After fiddling around for a minute, she points it up at me, as I walk back into place. She points at me like a director would, indicating that it was go time.
Leon: It's been so long. So long since I've been in this spot. Where I have come to the darkest point. A point, where I gave up my humanity. Take a look.
Mom pointed her phone around the area to give a full view of the area, including the chalk drawing.
Leon: This might not have been an outline of me, but it was still the same spot, where I first died. Died, by the hand of a coward. By the hand, of a boy who I once saw as a friend. Fourteen bullets, from two different guns, were unloaded into my body, ten years ago. What have I done since then? Dominate. Yet lately, I have...lost my way.
This...obsession I have with A.C Smith...it won't go away. Nor do I want it to go away until I got everything I want from him. And its not just a title. It's the complete corruption of who he is. Either that, or taking is life away, whichever comes first.
But last week, is when things all became clear. Where I have let my colossal ego overtake my bloodlust. Squashing my hate, just to toy around with an inferior. I let my guard down, and it added onto my string of losses. Well....NO MORE!
It is at this point, where I feel my blood heating up. Such an intoxicating feeling of pure adrenaline pumping through my veins, all due to such fury that's pent up inside of me. I do let some of it out, as I kicked the front of the dumpster that mom had kicked before. Only I made a nice sized dent in it.
Leon: What happened last week was nothing short of a fucken disaster! Shione merely got lucky when she managed to escape my death grip. But the fact of the matter is, that bitch defeated me! Make no mistake about it, the next time she's in the ring with me, I'm going to rip that face right off, and feast on her flesh until the only thing left is her SKULL!
For to long I have allowed myself to be defeated. Ever since that fucken stabbing occurred, I have been humiliated, and beaten down. And one of them is quite possibly one of the most generic, unworthy, juiced up assholes that I have ever had the displeasure of knowing, and yet he still constantly manages to get away.
I let out an extremely frustrated growl. I look at mom, who's becoming more and more freaked out by the second, seeing me become so unhinged, and little to take it all out on. But i need to focus. I will have my next opponent soon to feel the full force of the evil savage that is a big part of me.
Leon: But he won't for long. I will make sure that he is broken. To become what he once swore to clean the streets of. A killer! Starting with this week when he sees what I will do to my opponent!
Unlike the juice-bag who is going to be watching us, Mad Mumf has a history of violence, for he is a trained killer. If it weren't for the fact that your fucken kills had a fucken purpose to make balance, I would respect you. You killed for money, your country, and career. All the wrong reasons to do so, though the money one is one I can understand at least.
Why should you kill to protect your country? It's about the most worthless piece of fucken garbage I have ever seen, full of the most straight faced hypocrites I've ever seen, though the terrorist organizations are a close second. If you're going to kill do it for the right reasons. Kill, because you want to show that it's a very bad idea to fuck with you. Kill, for the sake of watching another man's life end at your feet. Kill, for the fun of it.
Call me a monster for loving those aspects, and I'll say that I'm simply embracing what I am, and what humanity used to be, and is slowly becoming once again. You think that there will ever be peace? Peace is for pussies. Man was created to destroy everything, including themselves. We've destroyed everything else, now it's time to go after each other!
My rage has kept building to the point where I feel more and more of myself set on fire. Now, it feels like my eyes are on fire. In fact, I feel a pop in one of the eyes, followed by a cool sensation. Judging by the look on mom's face, I think I might have popped a blood vessel.
Leon: But that will all happen in due time. For now, what can somebody like you do to me? I've seen your type a millions times it seems. Each time, you're always, always so uptight, treat everything like a fucken mission. Well maybe it works against others, but not against me! See Mumf, the difference between you and I, is that you need justification, to do what you do. To kill, you need a good reason, and a green paper incentive. I don't. I don't need those things! If it weren't for the fact that I view everyone like personal toys, I'd have killed alot more then what has been done.
We do have something in common though. However, we share it with alot of men in recent months. Failure to defeat A.C Smith for that fucken title! Hmph. You stood no chance against him last week, while I made him realize just how vulnerable he was. The only thing your military career has ever done for you is made you a bit tougher, which is good, because i can unleash all my hate, my anger, my aggression, and you'd be able to take some of it.
I pause right there. I can feel my blood burning me p like a house on fire. An addicting feeling no doubt. After a second, I smirked. It is true that maybe military training will have some usefulness after all.
Leon: Unlike Shione last week, I'm not giving you any chance for even a moment's recovery. The only way you'll win is if I let you by a disqualification, and that's looking extremely likely at this point.
Fact is Mumf, you are the unlucky son of a bitch who's in my way this week. The one who will suffer fully at my hands. Yet the more and more I think about it, you're exactly like A.C Smith. You are a representation of things I seek to destroy. All because you were part of the American military. Part of a worthless, hypocritical, program of dumbasses!
I know I've pretty much already said it, but in case your mind hasn't processed it yet, I'll say it one more time Mumf. You're not a better warrior then me. No matter what kind of training you've had, you will not succeed against the embodiment of chaos. As long as order exists, chaos will always be there to overtake it. Order cannot overcome chaos. Only Chaos, can defeat chaos!
In the end, you want to know something Mumf? I don't need an excuse to justify how much brutality you will receive from me. Why should I? I never needed a reason to do anything before, nor do I need one now. It's just because I'm so damn frustration, it's going to blow in everyone's faces, especially yours, and A.C Smith's. All good things will come to an end, and I'm the trigger, for everything I touch turns to dust. A.C Smith, it's already begun for you, so enjoy the time you have as a champion, for once I this immortal chaotic lord gets his hands on you, your days of relevance, are over! As for you Mad Mumf, you're going to understand just how inferior you are to me! You're going to find out exactly what infinite despair feels like, because you will not be able to escape!
See you in Sweden Mumf. I hope you are ready to die!
