Post by ☠ VooDoo ☠ on Apr 5, 2020 17:58:27 GMT -5
John Rancor busted into his supervisors office. Back in the 80’s this office belonged to a yellow toothed behemoth names Gary Gallows. He was your typical agent of the era. His gut pushed extended outward, practically concealing the gun struggling to remain on his hip. His hair thinning and greasy. He’d shout commands from the room without ever leaving it unless it was to retrieve his 3rd sandwich of the day. That was then tho. Now, it belonged to Stephen, pronounced Ste-Fon, Hughes. A svelt hippy which the only sand he had in his office was his many serenity gardens, which were outnumbered by his even larger amount of plants. Ran or tossed a file at his boss and smiled.
“What’s this?”
“This is our mystery friend. The guy from the Moore case.”
“Remind me.”
“That group of bikers we found out were escorting porn stars across the country? This is the guy who got them out of jail. This is also the guy who paid off the meter maid for that other case. And if I’m right, he’s responsible for a shit ton of other cover ups, too.”
“You think this guys a keyser solsay?”
“...I can’t believe I get that ref. But no, more like a Ray Donovan. Or as I call it, Grand theft auto the tv show. Whenever we got these mother fuckers in a pinch, he shows up, he gets involved and suddenly they’re free. And it was killing me that we didn’t have shit on him.”
“I’ve got a meeting next week. Think you can hurry this a long?”
“It bothered the shit outta me. Can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t fuck. It dawns on me. This all goes to Moore, a fucking wrestler. So I fucking googled…” John opens the file and points to a small diamond tattoo on the face of the scruffy looking man he was referring to. “So I googled ‘wrestler’ and ‘diamond face tattoo.’ Two guys came up. One, is Aldo Diamond. Mexican wrestler. Been out there for years. The other, is Xavier Wolf aka The Nomad.”
“...what’d you say?”
“The Nomad.”
“No. Wolf. This guy is a Wolf??”
“Yeah, and?”
“...come with me.”
Footage from at least 20 years earlier begins to play. A young man, very handsome and dressed to the nines in a sharp gray suit. The young man moves about a court room, speaking quickly and clearly. He makes several points which he keeps track of via his fingers. He finishes as the person sitting in the chair to left of the judge covers their mouth in shock. The courtroom erupted and the defense attorney stood up angrily and begin to yell, which causes the judge to gavel his desk frantically. The footage pauses, and John Rancor looks on with bafflement.
“What the fuck did I just watch?”
“That is Jackson Wolf. The youngest ADA in New York Cities history. He had a 97% conviction rate and you are about to investigate his little brother.”
“...you telling me I gotta back off this?”
“No. Not at all. I just want you to be prepared. You go after this guy, you go after his entire family. And this guy...the others will beat the shit outta you. But this one. He’s gonna wipe the floor with you. Legally. The only hope you got, is that I hear he got bored of law so he became a fucking doctor. You hear that? Becomes a doctor out of boredom.”
“How should I proceed?”
“Carefully. Very fucking carefully.”
John Rancor looks down at the photo that’s looking up at him. The eyes piercing him. Rancor looked up at the paused video, and turned it off. Reducing the screen to black lifelessness.
In Parts Unknown, things were much different. Several different crews, specialized in everything and anything, worked day and night to ready the secluded area for the family’s eventual and permanent move. Electricians ran wire beneath the ground, with masonry teams following behind. Construction crews raised the buildings around the plumbers who were piping in waste lines as well as water. It was a well organized dance that cost almost as much as the property. But in the end, it would be worth it. Privacy, believe it or not, was high on the list of every member of the pack. And this would serve them all with an undending amount of it.
In the midst of this chaos, Xavier “Nomad” Wolf and Candace “Voodoo” Black-Wolf are seen walking at a snails pace. Looking over the work being done and quietly, they reach a stack of lumber and Xavier breaks away to look it over. Woodworking is what he wanted to do before he knew what he really wanted to do. Sometimes it still spoke up, that want, but it was usually driven away by what makes him continue to do what he does. The need to do so.
“This has been a lovey walk, Xavier. And now it’s time for the talking segment. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“...because you’re the worst of them.”
“Excuse me?”
“No one in this family is as loyal to this family as you. You know that right? All of us are at 87% most of the time, but you...you’re all in all the time.”
“I feel like you worded that to make it both a compliment as well as an insult.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel any which way, Red. Just being honest when I can. And just like I know if I had called you and told you that your husband had kicked me out, you’d have sided with him over his reasons, I knew you wouldn’t be happy about me marrying into the enemy.”
“For as smart as you are, you’re a fool.” Voodoo was who she was. Always had been. She was for all intents and purposes, Batman. The masked she wore was the person she was born as and who she was truly was who she has to become. But it was Voodoo who was genuine, and caring, and loving. And it was Voodoo who was speaking to him now. “I love you, Xavier. The way you care for my family, my children, my stubborn husband. You give so much of yourself to everyone around you, and you never ever asked for anything back. Why would I be mad at you for finding some love for yourself? It’s all I want for you.”
“I’ve been told that before.” He shrugged, swiping some dirt off the wood in front of him. “So, you wanna hear the story or not?”
“You know I do.”
Voodoo and Xavier sat down on the pile of lumber. And one explained. And one understood. And in this moment, two people who had always been family, once again became friends.
Xavier Wolf but then Marke is seen punching a heavy bag. His hands wrapped in blood stained bandages. With each hit his hands surely hurt more and more, and yet, with every punch landed the following one becomes faster and more forceful. His eyes, rage filled and unblinking, do not notice the two people watching him from the door way.
Brian Fury, enemy number one as far as the Wolf family goes, at least for that week. And his daughter, Le’andra, study him. One studies his form, his anger, his precision, his stance. The other studies absolutely everything about him. He notices and pretends otherwise.
“Father.” She says, making sure to address him before asking any questions. A trait instilled in her since childhood, which she only ever broke from should she not care as much about the answer as she did about pissing him off. “Why him?”
Brian scoffed. “When I fought his elder, I saw something I didn’t think I’d see in a wrestling ring. A fighter. A warrior. Tried and true. When I fought this one, I saw it’s potential. A man unrestrained and willing to do whatever it may take. His brother did a great job of begining him. I will help finish him.”
Le’andre has been in the audience for the fight between them. Xavier had picked a fight with his brothers nemesis to prove that he was as good, if not better. But Fury had held a clinic and Xavier was the tackling dummy. Fury had put him in submission move after submission move, for almost an hour, without Xavier ever even looking as if he might tap out. It wasn’t until his brother had enough and rushed the ring, attacking Fury. Le’andre had not just watched and studied the entire match. She squirmed through out it. No one stood up to her father like this. Even fewer refused to back down.
“He is fast. I am faster.”
“Do not boast, prove.”
“Wait, you heard all of that?” Voo said.
“Ang ain’t the only one who can read lips.” He said, winking.
“Ok so this was all during your European adventure, how long were you two together?”
“Before the marriage?”
“Yes.”
“Two years.”
“I’m confused. You guys were married for two years and together for two years?”
“We’re still married. I think. I never signed the papers but that wouldn’t have stopped her. We were together for two years prior to the incident...married right after...two years later, estranged. Got it?”
“...don’t be a prick.” The two chuckled. “Tell me how you got together.”
“Oh, Damon left her passed out on my couch and I watched her sleep like a fucking creep.”
“Hmmm. That seems oddly familiar. And he’s not a creep. He’s also a father so careful with those kind of stories.”
“Like I don’t year your kids these things.”
“Seriously.”
“We had been flirting with one another for a while. And by that I mean throwing elbows when sparring. When one night, we went to this bar. The Dragon Wolf.”
We open up to a bar overcrowded and loud. A man sits at a bar, and turns to his left to see a gorgeous blonde. The man opens his mouth to speak, and is quickly removed from the barstool by the slack of his overpriced leather jacket. He swears in some foreign language that can’t be deciphered, and upon seeing the sheer size of the man now sitting in his seat.
“Very rude of you.” Le’andre said with a smirk.
“Wolves don’t ask. You’ll learn this eventually.”
“Hmm. What is it they say about lionesses?”
“Whatever they want? Because they’re Bitch made?”
“If I’m going to listen to this...I’m going to need a drink.”
The two of them go shot for shot for awhile, and before heading out to the dance floor as “Hypnotize” by Big Poppa begins to play. The two stay on the dance floor as Ludacris’ and Mary J. Blige’ “Runaway Love” begins to play. The two begin to move closer until they were kissing amid the crowd as if they were the only ones there, or at least the only ones that mattered. After a good minute, Xavier breaks this kiss and drags her through the crowd. Le’andre stops suddenly and punches a guy in the face, as Xavier quickly does the same to another man, most likely one of her friends.
“She started a bar fight.”
“A huge one. Still can’t go back to that place.”
“Weird way to start a marriage. I mean, not for anyone we know, but..”
“It wasn’t right away. We had stuck around her fathers complex for awhile. Until the day I realized I’d learned all I could. And mainly what I had learned was that I’d taken up with Kal with a different accent. And whiter hair.”
Xavier can be see calmly packing a bag, when Le’andre entered. A smile on her face as she knocks lightly.
“And where are you off to?”
“I’ve learned all I can. All I care to. It’s time for me to go.”
“Ok.” She said, vanishing out of the doorway, and returning with an already packed bag slung over her shoulder. “Where to?”
“Persistent. With you I guess she’d have to be.” Voodoo said with a smile.
“It was more than that...anyway, we hit the road. I’d drop a line here and there to you guys. We’d camp in fields and sleep beneath more stars than I’d ever seen in my life. And then we made it to this small town in Sweden. We snuck into this tour group and followed them to this old church. I was standing in the graveyard and all these tombstones have husbands and wives on them. All these death dates so close to each other. And it hit me. By the end of the day she was Mrs. Wolf.”
“You mean Marke.”
“I mean Wolf. This was after I left here.”
“So you were secretly dating the daughter of your brothers enemy for two years, never told any of us, and them upon leaving here you got married, and then...Jesus Christ this family.”
“We’re all in very good company.”
“You know, if Stylez had even thought about putting me in a match with Vincent...he should wake up and run for his life.”
Xavier got a far away look in his eyes. And his jaw clenched. And his temples on either side of his face begin to pulsate. His fists tighten and his knuckles go white. “About that.” He says, gaining her attention even more so than before. “...another time.” He says, relaxing every part of himself instantly. “I’m leaving for a bit. Can you look after the hound for me? Just a few days. He’s a wild animal but you should be used to taking care of those.”
“Do not pick on my son.” She said with a stern and serious but slightly amused expression and tone.
“Like father like son.” He looked at her. She was one of the toughest women he’d ever known. One of. She was his brothers wife. His other brothers business partner. His sisters mentor. But despite everything she was always his friend. “Thanks, Red.”
“..’ever and always, Xavier.”
Xavier stands up, and shrugs his shoulders, as if releasing the weight being held there. He moves down the road, and vanishes into the shadows. But as his form is taken, his voice is given.
“It takes a lot. To deal with this business. To deal with the people in this business.To stand up to the shit that these polluted minds concoct. Their plans and their schemes. I’ve worked in a thousand different businesses, in a multitude of ways, and there are always the pieces of shit. The ones who act in such a way are usually the ones you can take outside and beat. But in this business, the shittiest one is usually the guy signing the check. See, power corrupts. And most of these mother fuckers are as corrupt as it gets. So when you give a corrupted piece of shit a tiny bit of power, they tend to go a bit too far. Maybe not quickly, but eventually. Ladies and gentlemen, Johnny Stylez just jumped the shark.”
“You’ve gone out of your way to put Vin in harms way, and he’s a grown ass man, so he’ll handle his end of it. But I’ve taken notice. You’ve put my friends, fuck, my family against one another, and they’re grown ups as well, so they’ll handle it. But I’ve taken notice. You have subjected the people in this business with subpar opponents, for the sake of selling your product, which is our blood, sweat, and tears, to the folks at HBO for a higher share of whatever the fuck you’re after. And we’ve all taken notice. But now, Johnny, You’ve gone too far, and it’s time you’ve been put on notice.”
“There’s no definites, no safe spaces, no fucking trigger warnings, or whatever else the kids today seem to need, in this business. You come to fucking work and you fight. End of story. But you’ve got to be even further out of your mind if you think this isn’t the last straw in the history of you and me. And you know that history well. So you know what the fuck that means.”
“It means at the end of this, regardless of how this plays out, it’s me coming for you. It’s me looking down on you as you beg your sorry ass for forgiveness that isn’t coming. You are, by far and the fuck away, going to find out what it is like to face me, not over some piece of paper, like you’ve been. You’re gonna stand across from me, and feel my hands on your throat. You’ll see what it takes it to put me down. To keep me down. Let me tell you, Johnny.”
“It takes a lot.”
“And what i take from you, is going to be absolutely nothing compared to what I intend to take from you.”
“Le..Things I’d like to say, I can’t. Things I should’ve said, I won’t. Things I will say, is this: My safe word is Pineapple, and just like that night in Reno, I have no intention of using it.”
Xavier’s voice vanishes with a chuckle, and we return once more to the darkness from which we came.
“What’s this?”
“This is our mystery friend. The guy from the Moore case.”
“Remind me.”
“That group of bikers we found out were escorting porn stars across the country? This is the guy who got them out of jail. This is also the guy who paid off the meter maid for that other case. And if I’m right, he’s responsible for a shit ton of other cover ups, too.”
“You think this guys a keyser solsay?”
“...I can’t believe I get that ref. But no, more like a Ray Donovan. Or as I call it, Grand theft auto the tv show. Whenever we got these mother fuckers in a pinch, he shows up, he gets involved and suddenly they’re free. And it was killing me that we didn’t have shit on him.”
“I’ve got a meeting next week. Think you can hurry this a long?”
“It bothered the shit outta me. Can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t fuck. It dawns on me. This all goes to Moore, a fucking wrestler. So I fucking googled…” John opens the file and points to a small diamond tattoo on the face of the scruffy looking man he was referring to. “So I googled ‘wrestler’ and ‘diamond face tattoo.’ Two guys came up. One, is Aldo Diamond. Mexican wrestler. Been out there for years. The other, is Xavier Wolf aka The Nomad.”
“...what’d you say?”
“The Nomad.”
“No. Wolf. This guy is a Wolf??”
“Yeah, and?”
“...come with me.”
Footage from at least 20 years earlier begins to play. A young man, very handsome and dressed to the nines in a sharp gray suit. The young man moves about a court room, speaking quickly and clearly. He makes several points which he keeps track of via his fingers. He finishes as the person sitting in the chair to left of the judge covers their mouth in shock. The courtroom erupted and the defense attorney stood up angrily and begin to yell, which causes the judge to gavel his desk frantically. The footage pauses, and John Rancor looks on with bafflement.
“What the fuck did I just watch?”
“That is Jackson Wolf. The youngest ADA in New York Cities history. He had a 97% conviction rate and you are about to investigate his little brother.”
“...you telling me I gotta back off this?”
“No. Not at all. I just want you to be prepared. You go after this guy, you go after his entire family. And this guy...the others will beat the shit outta you. But this one. He’s gonna wipe the floor with you. Legally. The only hope you got, is that I hear he got bored of law so he became a fucking doctor. You hear that? Becomes a doctor out of boredom.”
“How should I proceed?”
“Carefully. Very fucking carefully.”
John Rancor looks down at the photo that’s looking up at him. The eyes piercing him. Rancor looked up at the paused video, and turned it off. Reducing the screen to black lifelessness.
In Parts Unknown, things were much different. Several different crews, specialized in everything and anything, worked day and night to ready the secluded area for the family’s eventual and permanent move. Electricians ran wire beneath the ground, with masonry teams following behind. Construction crews raised the buildings around the plumbers who were piping in waste lines as well as water. It was a well organized dance that cost almost as much as the property. But in the end, it would be worth it. Privacy, believe it or not, was high on the list of every member of the pack. And this would serve them all with an undending amount of it.
In the midst of this chaos, Xavier “Nomad” Wolf and Candace “Voodoo” Black-Wolf are seen walking at a snails pace. Looking over the work being done and quietly, they reach a stack of lumber and Xavier breaks away to look it over. Woodworking is what he wanted to do before he knew what he really wanted to do. Sometimes it still spoke up, that want, but it was usually driven away by what makes him continue to do what he does. The need to do so.
“This has been a lovey walk, Xavier. And now it’s time for the talking segment. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“...because you’re the worst of them.”
“Excuse me?”
“No one in this family is as loyal to this family as you. You know that right? All of us are at 87% most of the time, but you...you’re all in all the time.”
“I feel like you worded that to make it both a compliment as well as an insult.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel any which way, Red. Just being honest when I can. And just like I know if I had called you and told you that your husband had kicked me out, you’d have sided with him over his reasons, I knew you wouldn’t be happy about me marrying into the enemy.”
“For as smart as you are, you’re a fool.” Voodoo was who she was. Always had been. She was for all intents and purposes, Batman. The masked she wore was the person she was born as and who she was truly was who she has to become. But it was Voodoo who was genuine, and caring, and loving. And it was Voodoo who was speaking to him now. “I love you, Xavier. The way you care for my family, my children, my stubborn husband. You give so much of yourself to everyone around you, and you never ever asked for anything back. Why would I be mad at you for finding some love for yourself? It’s all I want for you.”
“I’ve been told that before.” He shrugged, swiping some dirt off the wood in front of him. “So, you wanna hear the story or not?”
“You know I do.”
Voodoo and Xavier sat down on the pile of lumber. And one explained. And one understood. And in this moment, two people who had always been family, once again became friends.
Xavier Wolf but then Marke is seen punching a heavy bag. His hands wrapped in blood stained bandages. With each hit his hands surely hurt more and more, and yet, with every punch landed the following one becomes faster and more forceful. His eyes, rage filled and unblinking, do not notice the two people watching him from the door way.
Brian Fury, enemy number one as far as the Wolf family goes, at least for that week. And his daughter, Le’andra, study him. One studies his form, his anger, his precision, his stance. The other studies absolutely everything about him. He notices and pretends otherwise.
“Father.” She says, making sure to address him before asking any questions. A trait instilled in her since childhood, which she only ever broke from should she not care as much about the answer as she did about pissing him off. “Why him?”
Brian scoffed. “When I fought his elder, I saw something I didn’t think I’d see in a wrestling ring. A fighter. A warrior. Tried and true. When I fought this one, I saw it’s potential. A man unrestrained and willing to do whatever it may take. His brother did a great job of begining him. I will help finish him.”
Le’andre has been in the audience for the fight between them. Xavier had picked a fight with his brothers nemesis to prove that he was as good, if not better. But Fury had held a clinic and Xavier was the tackling dummy. Fury had put him in submission move after submission move, for almost an hour, without Xavier ever even looking as if he might tap out. It wasn’t until his brother had enough and rushed the ring, attacking Fury. Le’andre had not just watched and studied the entire match. She squirmed through out it. No one stood up to her father like this. Even fewer refused to back down.
“He is fast. I am faster.”
“Do not boast, prove.”
“Wait, you heard all of that?” Voo said.
“Ang ain’t the only one who can read lips.” He said, winking.
“Ok so this was all during your European adventure, how long were you two together?”
“Before the marriage?”
“Yes.”
“Two years.”
“I’m confused. You guys were married for two years and together for two years?”
“We’re still married. I think. I never signed the papers but that wouldn’t have stopped her. We were together for two years prior to the incident...married right after...two years later, estranged. Got it?”
“...don’t be a prick.” The two chuckled. “Tell me how you got together.”
“Oh, Damon left her passed out on my couch and I watched her sleep like a fucking creep.”
“Hmmm. That seems oddly familiar. And he’s not a creep. He’s also a father so careful with those kind of stories.”
“Like I don’t year your kids these things.”
“Seriously.”
“We had been flirting with one another for a while. And by that I mean throwing elbows when sparring. When one night, we went to this bar. The Dragon Wolf.”
We open up to a bar overcrowded and loud. A man sits at a bar, and turns to his left to see a gorgeous blonde. The man opens his mouth to speak, and is quickly removed from the barstool by the slack of his overpriced leather jacket. He swears in some foreign language that can’t be deciphered, and upon seeing the sheer size of the man now sitting in his seat.
“Very rude of you.” Le’andre said with a smirk.
“Wolves don’t ask. You’ll learn this eventually.”
“Hmm. What is it they say about lionesses?”
“Whatever they want? Because they’re Bitch made?”
“If I’m going to listen to this...I’m going to need a drink.”
The two of them go shot for shot for awhile, and before heading out to the dance floor as “Hypnotize” by Big Poppa begins to play. The two stay on the dance floor as Ludacris’ and Mary J. Blige’ “Runaway Love” begins to play. The two begin to move closer until they were kissing amid the crowd as if they were the only ones there, or at least the only ones that mattered. After a good minute, Xavier breaks this kiss and drags her through the crowd. Le’andre stops suddenly and punches a guy in the face, as Xavier quickly does the same to another man, most likely one of her friends.
“She started a bar fight.”
“A huge one. Still can’t go back to that place.”
“Weird way to start a marriage. I mean, not for anyone we know, but..”
“It wasn’t right away. We had stuck around her fathers complex for awhile. Until the day I realized I’d learned all I could. And mainly what I had learned was that I’d taken up with Kal with a different accent. And whiter hair.”
Xavier can be see calmly packing a bag, when Le’andre entered. A smile on her face as she knocks lightly.
“And where are you off to?”
“I’ve learned all I can. All I care to. It’s time for me to go.”
“Ok.” She said, vanishing out of the doorway, and returning with an already packed bag slung over her shoulder. “Where to?”
“Persistent. With you I guess she’d have to be.” Voodoo said with a smile.
“It was more than that...anyway, we hit the road. I’d drop a line here and there to you guys. We’d camp in fields and sleep beneath more stars than I’d ever seen in my life. And then we made it to this small town in Sweden. We snuck into this tour group and followed them to this old church. I was standing in the graveyard and all these tombstones have husbands and wives on them. All these death dates so close to each other. And it hit me. By the end of the day she was Mrs. Wolf.”
“You mean Marke.”
“I mean Wolf. This was after I left here.”
“So you were secretly dating the daughter of your brothers enemy for two years, never told any of us, and them upon leaving here you got married, and then...Jesus Christ this family.”
“We’re all in very good company.”
“You know, if Stylez had even thought about putting me in a match with Vincent...he should wake up and run for his life.”
Xavier got a far away look in his eyes. And his jaw clenched. And his temples on either side of his face begin to pulsate. His fists tighten and his knuckles go white. “About that.” He says, gaining her attention even more so than before. “...another time.” He says, relaxing every part of himself instantly. “I’m leaving for a bit. Can you look after the hound for me? Just a few days. He’s a wild animal but you should be used to taking care of those.”
“Do not pick on my son.” She said with a stern and serious but slightly amused expression and tone.
“Like father like son.” He looked at her. She was one of the toughest women he’d ever known. One of. She was his brothers wife. His other brothers business partner. His sisters mentor. But despite everything she was always his friend. “Thanks, Red.”
“..’ever and always, Xavier.”
Xavier stands up, and shrugs his shoulders, as if releasing the weight being held there. He moves down the road, and vanishes into the shadows. But as his form is taken, his voice is given.
“It takes a lot. To deal with this business. To deal with the people in this business.To stand up to the shit that these polluted minds concoct. Their plans and their schemes. I’ve worked in a thousand different businesses, in a multitude of ways, and there are always the pieces of shit. The ones who act in such a way are usually the ones you can take outside and beat. But in this business, the shittiest one is usually the guy signing the check. See, power corrupts. And most of these mother fuckers are as corrupt as it gets. So when you give a corrupted piece of shit a tiny bit of power, they tend to go a bit too far. Maybe not quickly, but eventually. Ladies and gentlemen, Johnny Stylez just jumped the shark.”
“You’ve gone out of your way to put Vin in harms way, and he’s a grown ass man, so he’ll handle his end of it. But I’ve taken notice. You’ve put my friends, fuck, my family against one another, and they’re grown ups as well, so they’ll handle it. But I’ve taken notice. You have subjected the people in this business with subpar opponents, for the sake of selling your product, which is our blood, sweat, and tears, to the folks at HBO for a higher share of whatever the fuck you’re after. And we’ve all taken notice. But now, Johnny, You’ve gone too far, and it’s time you’ve been put on notice.”
“There’s no definites, no safe spaces, no fucking trigger warnings, or whatever else the kids today seem to need, in this business. You come to fucking work and you fight. End of story. But you’ve got to be even further out of your mind if you think this isn’t the last straw in the history of you and me. And you know that history well. So you know what the fuck that means.”
“It means at the end of this, regardless of how this plays out, it’s me coming for you. It’s me looking down on you as you beg your sorry ass for forgiveness that isn’t coming. You are, by far and the fuck away, going to find out what it is like to face me, not over some piece of paper, like you’ve been. You’re gonna stand across from me, and feel my hands on your throat. You’ll see what it takes it to put me down. To keep me down. Let me tell you, Johnny.”
“It takes a lot.”
“And what i take from you, is going to be absolutely nothing compared to what I intend to take from you.”
“Le..Things I’d like to say, I can’t. Things I should’ve said, I won’t. Things I will say, is this: My safe word is Pineapple, and just like that night in Reno, I have no intention of using it.”
Xavier’s voice vanishes with a chuckle, and we return once more to the darkness from which we came.