Post by somethingwicked on May 1, 2020 6:59:27 GMT -5
“Transference is the act of transferring trauma, usually occurring during childhood, to a neutral party, such as a therapist. When I saw who I was to face this week, It was the first thing that popped into my head. I was going to be transferring my issues with my brother, onto two of the people closest to him. Then it occured to me, neither of you are neutral. You’re complicit. I began to think that maybe this is just misdirected anger. But as you are both complicit in his betrayel, it isn’t misdirected at all. It’s just anger. And let me make it clear, there’s plenty of it for both of you.”
The voice over comes to a close, and the void gives way to the light, and we are presented with the interior of a car. Seated in the driver's seat is Sarah Wolf, with her younger brother Vincent in the passenger side. The raido off, and all conversation being non-existent, the cars only noise is that of the engine and the world passing by outside. As they both stare out the windshield, the voice over continues.
“Los Angeles John Stylez.’ A constant in this business of ours, and proof that talent isn’t a requirement, and staying power is. You attach yourself to other more powerful beings in the hope that you’ll be raised up to a position you could never obtain honestly. I’d call you a lamprey, but my brother is no shark. He isn’t even a Wolf. He’s a Limpet, and you’re a fucking scale worm. Living beneath his skin, helping him stay safe from much larger predators. You’re a fucking insect, and worse yet, you’re a co-dependant one. If you were a fucking dung beetle, that would make sense, because you’re obsessed with shit, whether it’s starting it or talking it, but them mothers are tough, and you...you’re a bitch made pussyquif.”
“The bugs I’m comparing you to, John, mainly inhabit deep waters. And like a man standing on the shore, I can’t even see you. Trust, I will dive deep down to your level in order to reach you, and to squash you, like the...well, you get it.”
“VIN!” Sarah says, breaking the silence. “Wake up, we’re here.”
Vin and Sarah exit the car, which we see is a BMW M3 E46, a car as rare as the talent its transporting. Only one of 10 made to compete with Ferrari and Porsch for racing. Sarah currently owns 2. Standing outside a large building, the two of them take a deep breath, and prepare themselves for what’s about to happen. Sarah reaches to push a button, and Vin grabs her wrist, softly, as he knows better.
“You want that hand’be a stump?” She barks as soon as he grasps her.
“You gotta tell me something...Before we do any of this...What’d you say to him? The night at the rehab.”
“Vin. This really isn’t the time.”
“No, it really is. This isn’t the X we knew. The old X, he loved this family more than anything. He damn near died to be a part of us. Now he turns on us to join Stylez. Doesn’t make sense.”
“Vin. He didn’t turn on us. He turned on you.”
“He has to know that there would be ramifications though. That we all wouldn’t just be ok about it.”
“What doesn’t add up for you? Where’s the disconnect? You kicked him out of his home, Vin. He had nothing left to lose, so he went out and did what people with nothing left to lose tend to do. Whatever they want.” Sarah paused. “You see this difference, but you’re the one who caused it.”
“...We’re here for a reason. Because this woman is important to him. We wanna know what she knows. She’s my enemy and we’re still here looking for her help to heal our pack. I need to know...I need to know why this woman is so important to him, yet he left her because of you.” Vins eyes grew large. “What did you say?”
“I’m not saying it here. Come on. Let’s get a cup.”
Walking out of frame, we see Sarah and Vin seated in a small diner. A pot of coffee between them. Sarah takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, as the past rushes to the forefront of her mind.
“It was a rainy night. I remember that because the car closest to the exit was a covertible that had a leak, and I didn’t want to switch. I had gotten a call from one of X’s buddies. We’d fucked around a few years earlier, and he felt I should know. X had showed up to one of his old haunts, went into the backroom with grocery bag full of coke, and came out in a rage. He’d thrown a coffee table out a window. He’d kicked a hole in a wall, and was covered from forehead to chin in cocaine. He’d called his girlfriend, Le’andra, to come and get him. He was going to rehab.”
Sarah took a sip of the coffee, and looked up at her brother, who was hanging on her every word, and every pause.
“I knew which one he’d go to. It was the one with the most privacy. So I raced there. I raced there and when I got there I saw her sitting in her car. I wanted to curse her out, as if it was her fault. But I didn’t. I knew who I was mad at. I ran into the building and almost got arrested. They didn’t want me to see him, but good luck getting me to leave someplace I wanna be, right? Eventually they came to their senses, and let me see him. I broke down and told him how I was proud of him, that I’d always been proud of him. How it wasn’t easy being the only one saved. Survivors guilt can be worse than the wound. I told him that a lot of us, you and Kal especially, have been strong for so long we forgot what it’s like to be weak. I haven’t. I also told him that he wasn’t what he thought he was. He was so much more. That he might feel like a dirty puddle on the ground, but in reality, he was a river. Rivers take their time to get where they’re going, and sometimes they can stop for long periods of time before moving what was in their way. But rivers are stronger than people give them credit for, and it takes a lot more than people realize to shut them down. I told him he wasn’t a river. He was my river. And I was prouder of him than ever.”
Vin took a sip of coffee, and processed what she had said. But as things tend to go with anyone named ‘Wolf’, she wasn’t quite done.
“And then he got out of rehab. And he was around for two years, all the while still with the Fury woman, married or not, and then...he vanished. On her, on us. Because of you.”
Vin smiled, and replied. “It was nice you said those things.”
“I can’t turn my back on him, Vin. I know you want us to. I can’t say I blame you. But I can’t do it.”
“I don’t want anyone to turn their back. I should’ve seen it coming. He didn’t want me around. He made it abundantly clear. He wants his moment. I was in the way of that. But you don’t get to him me with a fucking shovel and not get come uppance. I don’t care how much you’re mad at me.”
“Vin. If you ask me. You got off light.”
A man suddenly steps up to the table, and points to Vincent, a smile from one ear to the other.
“Holy fuckballs, you’re the phreeq!” he exclaims, excited. “No shit. First your brother and now you. Unreal!”
“You’ve met my brother, have you?” Vin says, malice undertoning his every word.
“Yea, I work security for the (REDACTED). We almost had to arrest him after his little stunt.” The man says, his face still split by joy.
“Stunt?”
“Dude, the window washer lift? You don’t know? You guys don’t talk?”
“Not lately. Washer lift?”
We switch to a view from a rooftop security camera. Down below we can see a group of men getting ready to embark on their window washing for the day. When from out of frame, Xavier rushes in and jumps onto the lift, and shoots it up to the second to last floor from the top. As the lift sways due to the speed in which it stopped, he pulls a hammer from his pocket and shatters the glass. Stepping into the hole he’s created. The video then pauses, and we pan away, revealing a small telivsion flat screen tv that sits on the desk of one Johnny ‘Middle name is probably elizabeth’ Stylez. Stylez points to the screen and shurgs.
“What the fuq!? You don’t got a celly?”
“She wasn’t answering.”
“Patience isn’t your thing, still.”
“Want. Take. Have.”
“Feel ya. But this could’ve been bad. Lucky no one pressing charges.”
“I’ve got a good lawyer.”
“Yea? You hit his brother with a shovel. Might’ve HAD a good lawyer.”
“Nah, Still. Anyway, what’s the deal? Why am I not fighting Vin this week?”
“WOAH! Hold your horses. No need to bleed the moment. Come off looking like a two pump chump. Let’s build some drama. Make it special.”
“Not a bad idea. You know what's a good idea? Beating the rat to death with a stick before it gets in the walls.”
“X. Trust m-...” Johnny stops speaking as X gives him a look as if to ask if he’s serious. “Beli-” X tilts his head a bit more, questioning silently even harder. “Ok. So here’s the thing. We’ve had our ups and downs, but I don’t wanna see your ass in a jumpsuit over this chick. She’s good people, no doubt. But is she worth bracelets?”
Xavier sighed. He’d forgotten about Johnny’s penchant for slang and such. It was as if he was talking to someone actively using an urban dictionary.
“This ain’t business, so it ain’t your business. It’s fine. Now let's talk about how you’re facing my brother and his friend with my wife, while I’m sitting on the sidelines after getting fucked last week.”
“Dude, you had that shit in the bag. Not my fault you let twin peaks fuck you up.”
“...twin peaks?”
“Vin’s weird as shit. That show was weird as shit.”
“Fair. I still have an issue with you sticking my wife in against him. Especially after last week.”
“Bro, Mind games. He can’t get to you, so he’s gotta try to work it out via her. But at the same time, He’s gotta have a semi at the thought of getting his hands on me. It’s gonna play. It’s gonna play huge.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re keeping me out of this match for a different reason?”
“Like?”
“Like knowing that Driggs is gonna show the fuck up, and you need me to head him off.”
“Well, If I could think that far ahead, I wouldn’t be paying you. I’d just keep the money.”
“Yea, Well try not to piss him off anymore than you already have.”
“Are you afraid of him? Is the big bad wolf really afraid?”
“Let me tell you something about Wolves, John. You wanna avoid one? You need luck. Every time you cross a wolf, you need luck. Every single time. But a wolf. A Wolf doesn’t need luck to find you. It just needs time.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“I’m not smart enough to explain. If I was, I’d be sitting in your chair.”
Xavier stands up, and heads over to the mini-bar. He admires the crystal containers for a second, seeing that they’re custom with some of the foulest language spelt out in the most expensive glass. He pours himself a tall glass of a very dark brown liquid, and gulps half of it without trying.
“He’s not back here by coincidence. Riggs is as egotistical as it gets. If it isn’t about him, he makes it about him. It’s why I only fucked his princess rather than marry her. I refused to be under his thumb for the rest of my life, tight pussy or not.”
“She looks like she’s got a good one.”
“Sweet as peaches, bruv. Point being tho, Is that his protege is out. His daughter is in, and his best friend has returned to active duty. Now, the guy who fucked his daughter, and betrayed his best friend, is working with a man that he has actively despised for years. And you know what? No one was saying his name at all. These are a lot of reasons for Damon Havok Riggs to tear a fucking hole through each and every one of us. Do us a favor. Give him no more. Am I scared of him!? Are you stupid enough not to be!?”
Xavier downed the rest of the drink and placed the glass upside down on the mini-bars polished black wood surface. And pointed to the door. As he stepped through, Johnny blurted. “Fine! I’ll leave it alone!” Xavier turned back and looked at Johnny again, a smile from ear to ear.
“Good. Because I won’t.”
Johnny laughed maniacly as Xavier vanished down the hall, and into the void of non-existence. We zoom into the shadows and emerge on the black shirt of one Vincent ‘black’ Wolf. He’s standing outside the building we saw him at earlier, looking up at the window they’ve just watched Xavier break and climb into.
“You think she’ll talk?” Vin asks, his eyes squinting due to a light mist falling from the sky.
“She’s at least gonna listen.” Sarah responds, not squinting due to the glasses resting comfortably on her nose.
Walking up to the front door, Vincent rings several buttons, and when someone asnwers, he simply says ‘its me’ and the door buzzes. Security lesson 101, always ask who ‘me’ is. Stepping into the elevator, Sarah laughs and Vincent winks as the door slides open and the metal box rises. Stepping out into the hallway, they are greated by Le’andra, who stands arms crossed and angrily. Vin goes to speak, but he is cut off as The Femme De Fury steps past him and addresses Sarah instead.
“You have a lot of nerve coming here. You are the one who took him from me. You are the one who put the wedge that has seperated us for years. And now, you want to break into my home? For what? If you want a fight, I have one for you. But if you want a word with me, I have but two. Fuck. Off.”
“Wait. Why is it my fault? What did I do?”
“Because out of all those who would lose it all, he was the one with the least. And for that, I blame you all. Now get out of my home, before I send you out the way he last came in.”
“...through your vagina?” Vincent said, a smile from ear to ear.
Sarah and Vin stepped back onto the elevator, and Le’andra watched as the lowered away from her home. Pulling her cellphone from back pocket, she dialed a number and waited for a response. Suddenly a voice answers, but not one she recognizes.
“Xavier’s phone. He can’t speak right now, as he’s being detained for drunk driving. Who may I ask is calling?”
“This is his wife, Le’andra. Who is this?”
“This is John Rancor. I’m the agent arresting your husband. Maybe call one of your many lawyers, see if they want to earn their thousands.”
The phone goes dead, and Le’andra rushes to the window, and kicks the piece of plywood off. Looking down at the street level, she calls out to Sarah and Vin, who look up confused. ‘Some Sack” Vin questions, and looks to his sister. ‘Come back’ Sarah clarifies, and rushes to the front door of the building. As Sarah and Vin are buzzed in, we are faded out, and return to the darkness from which we came.
The voice over comes to a close, and the void gives way to the light, and we are presented with the interior of a car. Seated in the driver's seat is Sarah Wolf, with her younger brother Vincent in the passenger side. The raido off, and all conversation being non-existent, the cars only noise is that of the engine and the world passing by outside. As they both stare out the windshield, the voice over continues.
“Los Angeles John Stylez.’ A constant in this business of ours, and proof that talent isn’t a requirement, and staying power is. You attach yourself to other more powerful beings in the hope that you’ll be raised up to a position you could never obtain honestly. I’d call you a lamprey, but my brother is no shark. He isn’t even a Wolf. He’s a Limpet, and you’re a fucking scale worm. Living beneath his skin, helping him stay safe from much larger predators. You’re a fucking insect, and worse yet, you’re a co-dependant one. If you were a fucking dung beetle, that would make sense, because you’re obsessed with shit, whether it’s starting it or talking it, but them mothers are tough, and you...you’re a bitch made pussyquif.”
“The bugs I’m comparing you to, John, mainly inhabit deep waters. And like a man standing on the shore, I can’t even see you. Trust, I will dive deep down to your level in order to reach you, and to squash you, like the...well, you get it.”
“VIN!” Sarah says, breaking the silence. “Wake up, we’re here.”
Vin and Sarah exit the car, which we see is a BMW M3 E46, a car as rare as the talent its transporting. Only one of 10 made to compete with Ferrari and Porsch for racing. Sarah currently owns 2. Standing outside a large building, the two of them take a deep breath, and prepare themselves for what’s about to happen. Sarah reaches to push a button, and Vin grabs her wrist, softly, as he knows better.
“You want that hand’be a stump?” She barks as soon as he grasps her.
“You gotta tell me something...Before we do any of this...What’d you say to him? The night at the rehab.”
“Vin. This really isn’t the time.”
“No, it really is. This isn’t the X we knew. The old X, he loved this family more than anything. He damn near died to be a part of us. Now he turns on us to join Stylez. Doesn’t make sense.”
“Vin. He didn’t turn on us. He turned on you.”
“He has to know that there would be ramifications though. That we all wouldn’t just be ok about it.”
“What doesn’t add up for you? Where’s the disconnect? You kicked him out of his home, Vin. He had nothing left to lose, so he went out and did what people with nothing left to lose tend to do. Whatever they want.” Sarah paused. “You see this difference, but you’re the one who caused it.”
“...We’re here for a reason. Because this woman is important to him. We wanna know what she knows. She’s my enemy and we’re still here looking for her help to heal our pack. I need to know...I need to know why this woman is so important to him, yet he left her because of you.” Vins eyes grew large. “What did you say?”
“I’m not saying it here. Come on. Let’s get a cup.”
Walking out of frame, we see Sarah and Vin seated in a small diner. A pot of coffee between them. Sarah takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, as the past rushes to the forefront of her mind.
“It was a rainy night. I remember that because the car closest to the exit was a covertible that had a leak, and I didn’t want to switch. I had gotten a call from one of X’s buddies. We’d fucked around a few years earlier, and he felt I should know. X had showed up to one of his old haunts, went into the backroom with grocery bag full of coke, and came out in a rage. He’d thrown a coffee table out a window. He’d kicked a hole in a wall, and was covered from forehead to chin in cocaine. He’d called his girlfriend, Le’andra, to come and get him. He was going to rehab.”
Sarah took a sip of the coffee, and looked up at her brother, who was hanging on her every word, and every pause.
“I knew which one he’d go to. It was the one with the most privacy. So I raced there. I raced there and when I got there I saw her sitting in her car. I wanted to curse her out, as if it was her fault. But I didn’t. I knew who I was mad at. I ran into the building and almost got arrested. They didn’t want me to see him, but good luck getting me to leave someplace I wanna be, right? Eventually they came to their senses, and let me see him. I broke down and told him how I was proud of him, that I’d always been proud of him. How it wasn’t easy being the only one saved. Survivors guilt can be worse than the wound. I told him that a lot of us, you and Kal especially, have been strong for so long we forgot what it’s like to be weak. I haven’t. I also told him that he wasn’t what he thought he was. He was so much more. That he might feel like a dirty puddle on the ground, but in reality, he was a river. Rivers take their time to get where they’re going, and sometimes they can stop for long periods of time before moving what was in their way. But rivers are stronger than people give them credit for, and it takes a lot more than people realize to shut them down. I told him he wasn’t a river. He was my river. And I was prouder of him than ever.”
Vin took a sip of coffee, and processed what she had said. But as things tend to go with anyone named ‘Wolf’, she wasn’t quite done.
“And then he got out of rehab. And he was around for two years, all the while still with the Fury woman, married or not, and then...he vanished. On her, on us. Because of you.”
Vin smiled, and replied. “It was nice you said those things.”
“I can’t turn my back on him, Vin. I know you want us to. I can’t say I blame you. But I can’t do it.”
“I don’t want anyone to turn their back. I should’ve seen it coming. He didn’t want me around. He made it abundantly clear. He wants his moment. I was in the way of that. But you don’t get to him me with a fucking shovel and not get come uppance. I don’t care how much you’re mad at me.”
“Vin. If you ask me. You got off light.”
A man suddenly steps up to the table, and points to Vincent, a smile from one ear to the other.
“Holy fuckballs, you’re the phreeq!” he exclaims, excited. “No shit. First your brother and now you. Unreal!”
“You’ve met my brother, have you?” Vin says, malice undertoning his every word.
“Yea, I work security for the (REDACTED). We almost had to arrest him after his little stunt.” The man says, his face still split by joy.
“Stunt?”
“Dude, the window washer lift? You don’t know? You guys don’t talk?”
“Not lately. Washer lift?”
We switch to a view from a rooftop security camera. Down below we can see a group of men getting ready to embark on their window washing for the day. When from out of frame, Xavier rushes in and jumps onto the lift, and shoots it up to the second to last floor from the top. As the lift sways due to the speed in which it stopped, he pulls a hammer from his pocket and shatters the glass. Stepping into the hole he’s created. The video then pauses, and we pan away, revealing a small telivsion flat screen tv that sits on the desk of one Johnny ‘Middle name is probably elizabeth’ Stylez. Stylez points to the screen and shurgs.
“What the fuq!? You don’t got a celly?”
“She wasn’t answering.”
“Patience isn’t your thing, still.”
“Want. Take. Have.”
“Feel ya. But this could’ve been bad. Lucky no one pressing charges.”
“I’ve got a good lawyer.”
“Yea? You hit his brother with a shovel. Might’ve HAD a good lawyer.”
“Nah, Still. Anyway, what’s the deal? Why am I not fighting Vin this week?”
“WOAH! Hold your horses. No need to bleed the moment. Come off looking like a two pump chump. Let’s build some drama. Make it special.”
“Not a bad idea. You know what's a good idea? Beating the rat to death with a stick before it gets in the walls.”
“X. Trust m-...” Johnny stops speaking as X gives him a look as if to ask if he’s serious. “Beli-” X tilts his head a bit more, questioning silently even harder. “Ok. So here’s the thing. We’ve had our ups and downs, but I don’t wanna see your ass in a jumpsuit over this chick. She’s good people, no doubt. But is she worth bracelets?”
Xavier sighed. He’d forgotten about Johnny’s penchant for slang and such. It was as if he was talking to someone actively using an urban dictionary.
“This ain’t business, so it ain’t your business. It’s fine. Now let's talk about how you’re facing my brother and his friend with my wife, while I’m sitting on the sidelines after getting fucked last week.”
“Dude, you had that shit in the bag. Not my fault you let twin peaks fuck you up.”
“...twin peaks?”
“Vin’s weird as shit. That show was weird as shit.”
“Fair. I still have an issue with you sticking my wife in against him. Especially after last week.”
“Bro, Mind games. He can’t get to you, so he’s gotta try to work it out via her. But at the same time, He’s gotta have a semi at the thought of getting his hands on me. It’s gonna play. It’s gonna play huge.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re keeping me out of this match for a different reason?”
“Like?”
“Like knowing that Driggs is gonna show the fuck up, and you need me to head him off.”
“Well, If I could think that far ahead, I wouldn’t be paying you. I’d just keep the money.”
“Yea, Well try not to piss him off anymore than you already have.”
“Are you afraid of him? Is the big bad wolf really afraid?”
“Let me tell you something about Wolves, John. You wanna avoid one? You need luck. Every time you cross a wolf, you need luck. Every single time. But a wolf. A Wolf doesn’t need luck to find you. It just needs time.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“I’m not smart enough to explain. If I was, I’d be sitting in your chair.”
Xavier stands up, and heads over to the mini-bar. He admires the crystal containers for a second, seeing that they’re custom with some of the foulest language spelt out in the most expensive glass. He pours himself a tall glass of a very dark brown liquid, and gulps half of it without trying.
“He’s not back here by coincidence. Riggs is as egotistical as it gets. If it isn’t about him, he makes it about him. It’s why I only fucked his princess rather than marry her. I refused to be under his thumb for the rest of my life, tight pussy or not.”
“She looks like she’s got a good one.”
“Sweet as peaches, bruv. Point being tho, Is that his protege is out. His daughter is in, and his best friend has returned to active duty. Now, the guy who fucked his daughter, and betrayed his best friend, is working with a man that he has actively despised for years. And you know what? No one was saying his name at all. These are a lot of reasons for Damon Havok Riggs to tear a fucking hole through each and every one of us. Do us a favor. Give him no more. Am I scared of him!? Are you stupid enough not to be!?”
Xavier downed the rest of the drink and placed the glass upside down on the mini-bars polished black wood surface. And pointed to the door. As he stepped through, Johnny blurted. “Fine! I’ll leave it alone!” Xavier turned back and looked at Johnny again, a smile from ear to ear.
“Good. Because I won’t.”
Johnny laughed maniacly as Xavier vanished down the hall, and into the void of non-existence. We zoom into the shadows and emerge on the black shirt of one Vincent ‘black’ Wolf. He’s standing outside the building we saw him at earlier, looking up at the window they’ve just watched Xavier break and climb into.
“You think she’ll talk?” Vin asks, his eyes squinting due to a light mist falling from the sky.
“She’s at least gonna listen.” Sarah responds, not squinting due to the glasses resting comfortably on her nose.
Walking up to the front door, Vincent rings several buttons, and when someone asnwers, he simply says ‘its me’ and the door buzzes. Security lesson 101, always ask who ‘me’ is. Stepping into the elevator, Sarah laughs and Vincent winks as the door slides open and the metal box rises. Stepping out into the hallway, they are greated by Le’andra, who stands arms crossed and angrily. Vin goes to speak, but he is cut off as The Femme De Fury steps past him and addresses Sarah instead.
“You have a lot of nerve coming here. You are the one who took him from me. You are the one who put the wedge that has seperated us for years. And now, you want to break into my home? For what? If you want a fight, I have one for you. But if you want a word with me, I have but two. Fuck. Off.”
“Wait. Why is it my fault? What did I do?”
“Because out of all those who would lose it all, he was the one with the least. And for that, I blame you all. Now get out of my home, before I send you out the way he last came in.”
“...through your vagina?” Vincent said, a smile from ear to ear.
Sarah and Vin stepped back onto the elevator, and Le’andra watched as the lowered away from her home. Pulling her cellphone from back pocket, she dialed a number and waited for a response. Suddenly a voice answers, but not one she recognizes.
“Xavier’s phone. He can’t speak right now, as he’s being detained for drunk driving. Who may I ask is calling?”
“This is his wife, Le’andra. Who is this?”
“This is John Rancor. I’m the agent arresting your husband. Maybe call one of your many lawyers, see if they want to earn their thousands.”
The phone goes dead, and Le’andra rushes to the window, and kicks the piece of plywood off. Looking down at the street level, she calls out to Sarah and Vin, who look up confused. ‘Some Sack” Vin questions, and looks to his sister. ‘Come back’ Sarah clarifies, and rushes to the front door of the building. As Sarah and Vin are buzzed in, we are faded out, and return to the darkness from which we came.