Post by Falcon on Apr 26, 2009 0:55:21 GMT -6
Chapter 13 - Hindsight
"I've wronged a lot of people lately. Some for the right reasons, and some for reasons only I thought was right. Spike may have been a selfish prick, but he also may have changed. I don't think he did, but I should have at least given him a chance. But no, I had to remove him. Jimmy Zane was just doing his job. He didn't ask to be thrown in my way, he was just there. And I removed him. I could go on, but those are the two prime, relevant examples. But, I suppose that's why I deserved what I got."
(Falcon walks down the hall at an NCW show. He's fresh out of a match, sweaty and tired, but satisfied after a good days work. The crew is surprisingly nice, genuine smiles as opposed to the fake ones he had been seeing as of late. He stops to sign an eight by ten for a contest winner on a backstage pass, then continues on. Everything seems fine up until he turns the corner. He sees Spike Kane standing there, an angry look on his face.)
Spike: Don't blame me.
Falcon: What the hell are you talking about?
Spike: Even though it is my hand, this is all your fault.
(Spikes hand comes up, holding a pistol. Falcon takes a half step back, and his mouth opens to say something. All sound vanishes, but the smoke from the pistol says it all. The camera focus switches to first person as Falcon drops to his knees, looking at Spike. Seeing the determination on his face. Then he looks down at his hand, seeing the crimson drip from it like candle wax. A voice calls out, one simple word.)
All...
(But it's not Spikes, it belongs to Jimmy Zane, now standing over Falcon, holding the smoking gun. The bandage on his head giving full insight into his rage and frustration. Falcon looks back down at his hand. His vision blurs. So hard to breathe now. Another word, from another voice.)
Your....
(Serenitys husband. The shame etched on his face like a trip planned on a road map. Falcon never even bothered to learn his name, never bothered to ask if he was ok with her leaving, never bothered to care to ask about if they were divorcing. Never cared. One final word, and yet another voice.)
Fault...
(This time, there are three figures standing there. Angel.. Adam Knite... Philip Burns.. the last remnants of the Age of the Revolution. All three stand there, staring at him, as though he is the sole source of all of their problems, the sole cancer that they've been fighting all along. Falcon has one last thought before he falls forward and the darkness consumes him.)
Maybe.. they're right..
(Falcon wakes up from the nightmare in a cold sweat. He wipes his forhead with the back of his hand, his breath just ever so out of his reach, just a grasp away from being caught. Serenity stirs next to him, but doesn't wake up. Falcon looked down at her, slowly easing himself out of bed. Where is he going at 2 a.m. on a early Sunday morning? Where else could you go?)
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(Falcon entered the church quietly. Surprised to say the least to find four people there. The priest of course, a streetwalker using the church as a haven from something, perhaps working, and a younger man, more than likely dealing drugs in a place of relative anonimity. Falcon dipped his hand in the water, crossed himself, and wandered over toward a stained glass window that contained a picture of God and Adam touching fingers. He knelt before it, closed his eyes, and his mouth began silently spouting words. The priest, seeing this weird scene, made his way over.)
Father Malloy: Greetings young man. I am Father Malloy. Is there anything I can help you with?
Falcon: No, Father. I am simply here to confess my sins before God.
(The Priests face lights up, and he motions toward the neat row of wooden boxes used for confession.)
Malloy: Right this way then.
Falcon: What for?
Malloy: Confession, my son.
Falcon: You misunderstand. I am here to confess my sins before God. Not you.
(The Priest smiles an ever patient smile, used to dealing with irritable people.)
Malloy: That's why I am here. So that through me, you and God may converse.
Falcon: Omnipotence means he can hear me, just fine, right here. He needs to hear me admit to what I have done. You, are just here to collect the benefits.
(The Priest sighs, practially giving up. He begins to walk away, muttering almost inaudibly.)
Malloy: He who searches and finds help, but turns it away, is afraid to find the light. And thus, will wander the darkness until he changes, or it changes him.
Falcon: All who seek, are not lost, but may in fact, merely be searching for something that is. You'd do well to remember that. Those two over there need your help, far more than I do. How much help can you offer, when you give up so easily?
(The Priest just walks away, shaking his head. Fade to black.)
"Do I need help? Maybe. But I know who offers help, and who offers false promises. But, I didn't go down there for help. I went down there to get some things off my chest before something bad happened to me. I don't know if it worked or not, but here's hoping. (Long Pause.) Oh, I should add something about those four jerk offs. Steve, enjoy the rest of your life. But as long as you continue to try to hide what you've done, the Jayde incident is doomed to repeat itself. AJ, if somehow you manage to survive to 2010, I hope you'll realize that clinging onto the same five things are only going to get you so far. And you'll never be anything more than mediocre. James, don't try to be someone you're not. You're especially bad at it. Just be the dicky douchebag we all know and love. And when you find time, hit yourself in the face with a hammer. And MGK, whatever your actual name is, go dig a hole and then fall in it, because you're just as hopeless as everyone made you out to be."
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I've spent my time
Letting these hopeless thoughts
Run my life
Force me to hide
Just create a clue
To all your lies
I will never be the same
So just leave me down
While I seperate
I could never get anymore
With all these lies
That left me torn
It's only this way
Fallen on my own
I made this mess now it's over
It was nobodys fault
It was all my own
Everythings wasted forever
The only hand
That I know how to hold
Belongs to me
How it began
What I thought was
What became my security
I will never be the same
So just leave me down
While I seperate
I could never get anymore
With all these lies
That left me torn
It's only this way
Fallen on my own
I made this mess now it's over
It was nobodys fault
It was all my own
Everythings wasted forever
Weakness
Becomes me
My fault
Relieve me
My fear
It covered
Darkness
Escapes me
My fault
My fear
Turns it
Against me
It's only this way
Fallen on my own
I made this mess now it's over
It was nobodys fault
It was all my own
Everythings wasted forever
"I've wronged a lot of people lately. Some for the right reasons, and some for reasons only I thought was right. Spike may have been a selfish prick, but he also may have changed. I don't think he did, but I should have at least given him a chance. But no, I had to remove him. Jimmy Zane was just doing his job. He didn't ask to be thrown in my way, he was just there. And I removed him. I could go on, but those are the two prime, relevant examples. But, I suppose that's why I deserved what I got."
(Falcon walks down the hall at an NCW show. He's fresh out of a match, sweaty and tired, but satisfied after a good days work. The crew is surprisingly nice, genuine smiles as opposed to the fake ones he had been seeing as of late. He stops to sign an eight by ten for a contest winner on a backstage pass, then continues on. Everything seems fine up until he turns the corner. He sees Spike Kane standing there, an angry look on his face.)
Spike: Don't blame me.
Falcon: What the hell are you talking about?
Spike: Even though it is my hand, this is all your fault.
(Spikes hand comes up, holding a pistol. Falcon takes a half step back, and his mouth opens to say something. All sound vanishes, but the smoke from the pistol says it all. The camera focus switches to first person as Falcon drops to his knees, looking at Spike. Seeing the determination on his face. Then he looks down at his hand, seeing the crimson drip from it like candle wax. A voice calls out, one simple word.)
All...
(But it's not Spikes, it belongs to Jimmy Zane, now standing over Falcon, holding the smoking gun. The bandage on his head giving full insight into his rage and frustration. Falcon looks back down at his hand. His vision blurs. So hard to breathe now. Another word, from another voice.)
Your....
(Serenitys husband. The shame etched on his face like a trip planned on a road map. Falcon never even bothered to learn his name, never bothered to ask if he was ok with her leaving, never bothered to care to ask about if they were divorcing. Never cared. One final word, and yet another voice.)
Fault...
(This time, there are three figures standing there. Angel.. Adam Knite... Philip Burns.. the last remnants of the Age of the Revolution. All three stand there, staring at him, as though he is the sole source of all of their problems, the sole cancer that they've been fighting all along. Falcon has one last thought before he falls forward and the darkness consumes him.)
Maybe.. they're right..
(Falcon wakes up from the nightmare in a cold sweat. He wipes his forhead with the back of his hand, his breath just ever so out of his reach, just a grasp away from being caught. Serenity stirs next to him, but doesn't wake up. Falcon looked down at her, slowly easing himself out of bed. Where is he going at 2 a.m. on a early Sunday morning? Where else could you go?)
-----------------------------
(Falcon entered the church quietly. Surprised to say the least to find four people there. The priest of course, a streetwalker using the church as a haven from something, perhaps working, and a younger man, more than likely dealing drugs in a place of relative anonimity. Falcon dipped his hand in the water, crossed himself, and wandered over toward a stained glass window that contained a picture of God and Adam touching fingers. He knelt before it, closed his eyes, and his mouth began silently spouting words. The priest, seeing this weird scene, made his way over.)
Father Malloy: Greetings young man. I am Father Malloy. Is there anything I can help you with?
Falcon: No, Father. I am simply here to confess my sins before God.
(The Priests face lights up, and he motions toward the neat row of wooden boxes used for confession.)
Malloy: Right this way then.
Falcon: What for?
Malloy: Confession, my son.
Falcon: You misunderstand. I am here to confess my sins before God. Not you.
(The Priest smiles an ever patient smile, used to dealing with irritable people.)
Malloy: That's why I am here. So that through me, you and God may converse.
Falcon: Omnipotence means he can hear me, just fine, right here. He needs to hear me admit to what I have done. You, are just here to collect the benefits.
(The Priest sighs, practially giving up. He begins to walk away, muttering almost inaudibly.)
Malloy: He who searches and finds help, but turns it away, is afraid to find the light. And thus, will wander the darkness until he changes, or it changes him.
Falcon: All who seek, are not lost, but may in fact, merely be searching for something that is. You'd do well to remember that. Those two over there need your help, far more than I do. How much help can you offer, when you give up so easily?
(The Priest just walks away, shaking his head. Fade to black.)
"Do I need help? Maybe. But I know who offers help, and who offers false promises. But, I didn't go down there for help. I went down there to get some things off my chest before something bad happened to me. I don't know if it worked or not, but here's hoping. (Long Pause.) Oh, I should add something about those four jerk offs. Steve, enjoy the rest of your life. But as long as you continue to try to hide what you've done, the Jayde incident is doomed to repeat itself. AJ, if somehow you manage to survive to 2010, I hope you'll realize that clinging onto the same five things are only going to get you so far. And you'll never be anything more than mediocre. James, don't try to be someone you're not. You're especially bad at it. Just be the dicky douchebag we all know and love. And when you find time, hit yourself in the face with a hammer. And MGK, whatever your actual name is, go dig a hole and then fall in it, because you're just as hopeless as everyone made you out to be."
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I've spent my time
Letting these hopeless thoughts
Run my life
Force me to hide
Just create a clue
To all your lies
I will never be the same
So just leave me down
While I seperate
I could never get anymore
With all these lies
That left me torn
It's only this way
Fallen on my own
I made this mess now it's over
It was nobodys fault
It was all my own
Everythings wasted forever
The only hand
That I know how to hold
Belongs to me
How it began
What I thought was
What became my security
I will never be the same
So just leave me down
While I seperate
I could never get anymore
With all these lies
That left me torn
It's only this way
Fallen on my own
I made this mess now it's over
It was nobodys fault
It was all my own
Everythings wasted forever
Weakness
Becomes me
My fault
Relieve me
My fear
It covered
Darkness
Escapes me
My fault
My fear
Turns it
Against me
It's only this way
Fallen on my own
I made this mess now it's over
It was nobodys fault
It was all my own
Everythings wasted forever