Post by fellalibby on Apr 28, 2021 21:08:18 GMT -5
"It's time Mo stór."
-So, this is the end. The time to forget humanity and family that makes us all whole. For this is the time that we forget ourselves, to become more than just human. We become the reason. We strip ourselves of what binds us. To be free of those shackles that remind us of who and what we are… And this is how it starts.-
-To do this to that boy, my brother, my blood… On one hand it seems familiar. It is something that I have waited quite some time for. Something to remind myself that we are more than just flesh, bone, and muscle. It hasn’t been the same since I ended my father’s life. He deserved what was coming to him. For what he did to me, to Eric, to haunt my every nightmare that saw me holding the gun in my hand to end his miserable life every day. The feeling hasn’t been the same since that day. The day I finally felt free. The day I felt my love was true.-
-Then the other hand. Life without drive or purpose had seriously compromised me. I felt invincible. “Nothing could stop me now” I believed. “Nothing could get in my way from life! This victory is mine and it is mine alone!” I shouted after I bought my home. How brash of me, and sadistic of what I did. Freedom may be a great concept to those who have never felt it before, but it is also the world's most feared weapon. Freedom is given to those who can use it and wield it properly. I was not one of them. And neither is he.-
-One taste of freedom and I almost lost it all. One taste of freedom… He will be gone. We must stop him.-
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=I set myself out to get to the cruise ship as soon as I could. It was a cool, clear night out in the West Coast. Liz had gotten us a ride, all of us Cure people, even Eric for what was to come. Private rooms and all, the works for her. She deserves nothing less. We were not going to be disturbed tonight. On a night like this, the air will be colder than Hell when its over.=
=I parked my rental as close as I could. It was kind of busy, restrictions and protection be damned, these people were going to party and it didn’t matter who or what would be in the way. It’s unfortunate for them, I have a future to look forward to. They don’t. Going to Japan just to perform some stunts is new to me, I don’t really know Eastern Asian culture all that much, I couldn’t find the time to understand it. However I think, just this once I’d try. Just this once… I’ll come out of my shell to try.=
=Walking through the sea of people to get to the ocean is something that I wasn’t planning on doing on a night like this. Nor was what I was expecting to find on my way. Just as I thought I was getting clear of it all… A familiar voice touches my nerves.=
?: Well I’ll be a son of a bitch, Eoin O’Rourke!
=I turned as soon as I could and I saw a tall dark colored man. He was wearing a pilot’s cap and casual clothes and carrying a large suitcase. He lowered his face mask and the memories came back to me. It was an orphan from my childhood, just like me... =
Eoin: Malcolm Donaldson? Holy shite mate, where the hell have you been lad!
Malcolm: Captain Donaldson, to you citizen. Or shall I throw you in jail for not giving me my rightful rank?
=After a brief stance of silly faces, I charged at him, and hugged the man. Malcolm and I were incredibly close friends, best friends at our age. A man of a million and one talents, he had everything a person could wish for in life. Could play sports, any sport. Excellent in instruments. And as a child he was at his physical peak of body and mind. He however was never loved much by his birth parents, who saw him as another mouth to feed and gave him up. Between me and him however, when we helped each other. We ran the orphanage, and we wrecked those who tried to hurt anyone. However, he was taken in by a very wealthy couple when he was turning thirteen. I never thought I’d see him again…=
Eoin: “Captain”? What’s that all bout mate? Your not still playin’ fighter jets are ya? God we haven’t done that since we were kids.
Malcolm: Nah man, I’m serious. I’m a Captain. I fly helicopters bro!
Eoin: What? Really? When?
Malcolm: I’ve been in training for the past couple of years. I just got my certification two weeks ago, I’m based out here in California for the National Guard. It is a great life, better than I ever could’ve imagined.
=”A better life than I could’ve imagined”... What a life that could’ve been. A life of no pain, no nightmare, no worries. Just life of doing something bigger and better…=
Malcolm: I also see you on TV dude, you’re a wrestler now?
Eoin: Yeah um… It’s a long story. It helped me find my dad and-
Malcolm: Your dad? Hey, I met your dad a year ago here.
=And then my world just froze in time… My best friend met my dad before I did…=
Eoin: You… You what, you met my dad? Here in this state?
Malcolm: Yeah dude. He was in a rough way, pretty banged up shape but I helped him get on his feet. He said he was lost and didn’t know how he ended up out here. He stayed at my home for awhile, met my parents, your dad’s alright my man.
=The words uttered from him shook me to my very core. The fact my father was able to convince Malcolm, a very talented and exceptional human being, into that he was a decent, if not a “alright” human being disgusted me. The thought of it cursed my soul, hurt me, perhaps even harder than what Liz had done to me… This. Was. A. Lie…=
Eoin: H-Hey, Mal. Are you… Absolutely positive that the man you’re talking about was my dad? Remember man, we’re from New England, and I’m not sure how my old man could end up out here…
Malcolm: No dude, it was your dad. Checked his ID, background check, even had a blood sample check and it was him. Like I said, I don’t know how he ended up here, but he did. And I helped him. I would’ve sent him back to you and your brother but, well you two had grown out of that orphanage and it would’ve been a nightmare to try to track you both down out there. We just got him enough money to take a Greyhound wherever he wanted to go. He said he was going to go to Boston to try to find you two on his own. Didn’t you see him?
=I could say nothing. I could do nothing but stare at him. He helped my motivation. He helped him live and get away from me again… Accomplice.=
Malcolm: I guess not. Listen man, you gots to let go of your beef with your old man. I know back when we was kids, you told me what happened to you. Shit was wrong of what he did but people change. We all change. For better or for worse, and I’m willing to believe it was for the better.
We’re not all saints. We may say we are, we can try to act anew, but we aren’t. And some of our sins can never be abolished, no matter how we try, we are bathed in our sins. We can only try to improve on what we were, until the reaper himself comes for you.
And I know you’re hurting still for what he did, for the sin’s he did. But my boy, you gotta let that shit go. You have to unhook that anchor and pain. Holding onto it will only weigh you down and keep you being the same orphan boy who came in with his bro without a mother.
=Malcolm opened up his suitcase and pulled out a small book and gave it to me=
Malcolm: Here man… In this book has my contact info. Gimmie a call sometime ok? I gotta flight to catch at base so I’ll be busy for a while, but please dude. Hit me up. See you around dude!
=I stared as the ghost of my past left me once again. One whom I conceded a true friend became that of which I hate the most. One who actively helped the demon of my dreams.=
Eoin: ……… I’ll be seeing you soon too…….. Dude.
=After standing in the middle of the area for what seemed like a century, I returned to reality and looked at the book. Opened it and find a picture of the Captain himself. Cutting through the pages, barely reading it, just skimming the pictures, it just show's more and more of the gap in talent between me and him. It always did bother me that he was a prodigy. He could've done literally anything he wanted and he becomes a pilot. Meanwhile, guys like me and Eric are passed up because we have few talents and even fewer friends. After tonight though, I will have only three...=
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-After nodding to Liz and taking Eric to his new room within our sanctuary, I ungagged him. He let out a wind full of air into his lungs, taking in the incense the heavy smell that made the room smell like sweet honey-
So Eric... Mercy has shined upon you this day. Mercy that you should be grateful for. What happened with you tonight was well deserved, you had it coming. I don't normally do this, but its time that you had a nice long talk with your big brother. Hurting her is something that few get to say they did and live unscathed. You didn't escape such. Your now baring her mark, her moment, her sign wherever you go that mark will be there. LIZ! Will be there... She will be there.
She's looked out for you, took care of you, told you the truths I tried to hide from you and you... Fool. You used your liberties and to speak against her and this is what it does to you. Permanent scarring. You are now scarred. Just as I am. Just as Jayson, Caleb, hell even Scotty was before he went six feet under, you are now one of us!
One of us who are constantly looked down upon, feared because we are gaining the attention of those who don't want us to be noticed. They try to smear us, call us names and shit. They don't want us to be anything... But we are. We are something more than just "evil doers". We are The Cure. We are something for each other. We belong here, and nowhere. What happened to you tonight little lad is something that will happen to every single fucker who tries to fuck with us. We aren't some bunched up cunts who hate the status quo. No, we are that the status quo hate because we aren't it. We are our own masters, under one mistress. And that includes you too mate.
The same status quo that can be applied to those I'm facing. A woman who decree's herself as a prophet. A bleeding prophet. A goddess among us. There is only one true goddess, and she just branded you as her own, boyo. She see's herself as a mighty storm, that that cannot be toppled and can withstand anything and everything. She is nothing more than dust in the wind. If she is as godly as she claims, then she will fall like the walls of Jericho, before my mighty fist. I can topple any Titan or "god" for that matter. She maybe tough... But there are always chink's in armor that can and will be exposed.
Then there's the man. A man who has fallen to me before. A middle aged man who calls himself "Nightmare"... These nicknames. Their so beyond what they truly are. You know what a nightmare is don't you little lad? A nightmare, is a terrifying or very unpleasant experience or prospect... This man is neither. He is nothing to be fearful of, or concerned. A faker. Someone who couldn't be further than what truly is something to be afraid of. There is no one I know who fears this one man. But there is something that they all fear, the very thing that they worry about every day now. It is US.
They fear us little brother, they fear the Cure because they know what will happen when we succeed. They fear that should we achieve our goals they will be forced to accept us! They fear the Cure because we are more than just outcasts and legitimate outlaws... We are their Nightmare's. We have our lovely mistress, we have the Koresh boy, the agent of Violence, the Celtic Warlord and now we have... You. My little brother. You will find your way my friend. Your place will be revealed soon... As for me I have a very important match to attend myself with. I intend to help lead the way of our new era. You should prepare yourself too... Mo dheartháir.
-So, this is the end. The time to forget humanity and family that makes us all whole. For this is the time that we forget ourselves, to become more than just human. We become the reason. We strip ourselves of what binds us. To be free of those shackles that remind us of who and what we are… And this is how it starts.-
-To do this to that boy, my brother, my blood… On one hand it seems familiar. It is something that I have waited quite some time for. Something to remind myself that we are more than just flesh, bone, and muscle. It hasn’t been the same since I ended my father’s life. He deserved what was coming to him. For what he did to me, to Eric, to haunt my every nightmare that saw me holding the gun in my hand to end his miserable life every day. The feeling hasn’t been the same since that day. The day I finally felt free. The day I felt my love was true.-
-Then the other hand. Life without drive or purpose had seriously compromised me. I felt invincible. “Nothing could stop me now” I believed. “Nothing could get in my way from life! This victory is mine and it is mine alone!” I shouted after I bought my home. How brash of me, and sadistic of what I did. Freedom may be a great concept to those who have never felt it before, but it is also the world's most feared weapon. Freedom is given to those who can use it and wield it properly. I was not one of them. And neither is he.-
-One taste of freedom and I almost lost it all. One taste of freedom… He will be gone. We must stop him.-
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=I set myself out to get to the cruise ship as soon as I could. It was a cool, clear night out in the West Coast. Liz had gotten us a ride, all of us Cure people, even Eric for what was to come. Private rooms and all, the works for her. She deserves nothing less. We were not going to be disturbed tonight. On a night like this, the air will be colder than Hell when its over.=
=I parked my rental as close as I could. It was kind of busy, restrictions and protection be damned, these people were going to party and it didn’t matter who or what would be in the way. It’s unfortunate for them, I have a future to look forward to. They don’t. Going to Japan just to perform some stunts is new to me, I don’t really know Eastern Asian culture all that much, I couldn’t find the time to understand it. However I think, just this once I’d try. Just this once… I’ll come out of my shell to try.=
=Walking through the sea of people to get to the ocean is something that I wasn’t planning on doing on a night like this. Nor was what I was expecting to find on my way. Just as I thought I was getting clear of it all… A familiar voice touches my nerves.=
?: Well I’ll be a son of a bitch, Eoin O’Rourke!
=I turned as soon as I could and I saw a tall dark colored man. He was wearing a pilot’s cap and casual clothes and carrying a large suitcase. He lowered his face mask and the memories came back to me. It was an orphan from my childhood, just like me... =
Eoin: Malcolm Donaldson? Holy shite mate, where the hell have you been lad!
Malcolm: Captain Donaldson, to you citizen. Or shall I throw you in jail for not giving me my rightful rank?
=After a brief stance of silly faces, I charged at him, and hugged the man. Malcolm and I were incredibly close friends, best friends at our age. A man of a million and one talents, he had everything a person could wish for in life. Could play sports, any sport. Excellent in instruments. And as a child he was at his physical peak of body and mind. He however was never loved much by his birth parents, who saw him as another mouth to feed and gave him up. Between me and him however, when we helped each other. We ran the orphanage, and we wrecked those who tried to hurt anyone. However, he was taken in by a very wealthy couple when he was turning thirteen. I never thought I’d see him again…=
Eoin: “Captain”? What’s that all bout mate? Your not still playin’ fighter jets are ya? God we haven’t done that since we were kids.
Malcolm: Nah man, I’m serious. I’m a Captain. I fly helicopters bro!
Eoin: What? Really? When?
Malcolm: I’ve been in training for the past couple of years. I just got my certification two weeks ago, I’m based out here in California for the National Guard. It is a great life, better than I ever could’ve imagined.
=”A better life than I could’ve imagined”... What a life that could’ve been. A life of no pain, no nightmare, no worries. Just life of doing something bigger and better…=
Malcolm: I also see you on TV dude, you’re a wrestler now?
Eoin: Yeah um… It’s a long story. It helped me find my dad and-
Malcolm: Your dad? Hey, I met your dad a year ago here.
=And then my world just froze in time… My best friend met my dad before I did…=
Eoin: You… You what, you met my dad? Here in this state?
Malcolm: Yeah dude. He was in a rough way, pretty banged up shape but I helped him get on his feet. He said he was lost and didn’t know how he ended up out here. He stayed at my home for awhile, met my parents, your dad’s alright my man.
=The words uttered from him shook me to my very core. The fact my father was able to convince Malcolm, a very talented and exceptional human being, into that he was a decent, if not a “alright” human being disgusted me. The thought of it cursed my soul, hurt me, perhaps even harder than what Liz had done to me… This. Was. A. Lie…=
Eoin: H-Hey, Mal. Are you… Absolutely positive that the man you’re talking about was my dad? Remember man, we’re from New England, and I’m not sure how my old man could end up out here…
Malcolm: No dude, it was your dad. Checked his ID, background check, even had a blood sample check and it was him. Like I said, I don’t know how he ended up here, but he did. And I helped him. I would’ve sent him back to you and your brother but, well you two had grown out of that orphanage and it would’ve been a nightmare to try to track you both down out there. We just got him enough money to take a Greyhound wherever he wanted to go. He said he was going to go to Boston to try to find you two on his own. Didn’t you see him?
=I could say nothing. I could do nothing but stare at him. He helped my motivation. He helped him live and get away from me again… Accomplice.=
Malcolm: I guess not. Listen man, you gots to let go of your beef with your old man. I know back when we was kids, you told me what happened to you. Shit was wrong of what he did but people change. We all change. For better or for worse, and I’m willing to believe it was for the better.
We’re not all saints. We may say we are, we can try to act anew, but we aren’t. And some of our sins can never be abolished, no matter how we try, we are bathed in our sins. We can only try to improve on what we were, until the reaper himself comes for you.
And I know you’re hurting still for what he did, for the sin’s he did. But my boy, you gotta let that shit go. You have to unhook that anchor and pain. Holding onto it will only weigh you down and keep you being the same orphan boy who came in with his bro without a mother.
=Malcolm opened up his suitcase and pulled out a small book and gave it to me=
Malcolm: Here man… In this book has my contact info. Gimmie a call sometime ok? I gotta flight to catch at base so I’ll be busy for a while, but please dude. Hit me up. See you around dude!
=I stared as the ghost of my past left me once again. One whom I conceded a true friend became that of which I hate the most. One who actively helped the demon of my dreams.=
Eoin: ……… I’ll be seeing you soon too…….. Dude.
=After standing in the middle of the area for what seemed like a century, I returned to reality and looked at the book. Opened it and find a picture of the Captain himself. Cutting through the pages, barely reading it, just skimming the pictures, it just show's more and more of the gap in talent between me and him. It always did bother me that he was a prodigy. He could've done literally anything he wanted and he becomes a pilot. Meanwhile, guys like me and Eric are passed up because we have few talents and even fewer friends. After tonight though, I will have only three...=
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-After nodding to Liz and taking Eric to his new room within our sanctuary, I ungagged him. He let out a wind full of air into his lungs, taking in the incense the heavy smell that made the room smell like sweet honey-
So Eric... Mercy has shined upon you this day. Mercy that you should be grateful for. What happened with you tonight was well deserved, you had it coming. I don't normally do this, but its time that you had a nice long talk with your big brother. Hurting her is something that few get to say they did and live unscathed. You didn't escape such. Your now baring her mark, her moment, her sign wherever you go that mark will be there. LIZ! Will be there... She will be there.
She's looked out for you, took care of you, told you the truths I tried to hide from you and you... Fool. You used your liberties and to speak against her and this is what it does to you. Permanent scarring. You are now scarred. Just as I am. Just as Jayson, Caleb, hell even Scotty was before he went six feet under, you are now one of us!
One of us who are constantly looked down upon, feared because we are gaining the attention of those who don't want us to be noticed. They try to smear us, call us names and shit. They don't want us to be anything... But we are. We are something more than just "evil doers". We are The Cure. We are something for each other. We belong here, and nowhere. What happened to you tonight little lad is something that will happen to every single fucker who tries to fuck with us. We aren't some bunched up cunts who hate the status quo. No, we are that the status quo hate because we aren't it. We are our own masters, under one mistress. And that includes you too mate.
The same status quo that can be applied to those I'm facing. A woman who decree's herself as a prophet. A bleeding prophet. A goddess among us. There is only one true goddess, and she just branded you as her own, boyo. She see's herself as a mighty storm, that that cannot be toppled and can withstand anything and everything. She is nothing more than dust in the wind. If she is as godly as she claims, then she will fall like the walls of Jericho, before my mighty fist. I can topple any Titan or "god" for that matter. She maybe tough... But there are always chink's in armor that can and will be exposed.
Then there's the man. A man who has fallen to me before. A middle aged man who calls himself "Nightmare"... These nicknames. Their so beyond what they truly are. You know what a nightmare is don't you little lad? A nightmare, is a terrifying or very unpleasant experience or prospect... This man is neither. He is nothing to be fearful of, or concerned. A faker. Someone who couldn't be further than what truly is something to be afraid of. There is no one I know who fears this one man. But there is something that they all fear, the very thing that they worry about every day now. It is US.
They fear us little brother, they fear the Cure because they know what will happen when we succeed. They fear that should we achieve our goals they will be forced to accept us! They fear the Cure because we are more than just outcasts and legitimate outlaws... We are their Nightmare's. We have our lovely mistress, we have the Koresh boy, the agent of Violence, the Celtic Warlord and now we have... You. My little brother. You will find your way my friend. Your place will be revealed soon... As for me I have a very important match to attend myself with. I intend to help lead the way of our new era. You should prepare yourself too... Mo dheartháir.