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JackCain Offline
Fighting to the last man



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Teens, some men, few kids

(booed by casual fans; hurts people; often angry)


#1
08-24-2017, 12:23 PM

Jack Cain sits in an courtroom. It's like it's been abandoned with casenotes and papers scattered on defence and prosecution desks, and chairs haphazardly shoved into place. A pair of spectacles sits alone on the Judge's seat.

Cain is in the dock, dressed in prison fatigues. He bears the scars of all-too-recent fighting.


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Kinda remembered it being bigger than this.

This was me - oh, five or six years ago. Fresh outta the marines. Lookin' for trouble.

And this courtroom? It wasn't full - but it wasn't like this - this is just how I remember it.

People - criminals - like to remember their court appearances as bein' like a show on Broadway. Lots'a lights, cameras, press, people hangin' on their every word, and them bein' the star of the show.

And all these big high profile trials you get these days - they're all like that.

But mine? Nah, just a judge, a shit prosecutor and a shit defence attorney.

All I'd done was go and bash some guy in the face in a bar because he told Karen she was hot.

I didn't like that, so I walked right over to him and splattered his nose across his cheeks.

Found out later he'd had to have his entire face rebuilt cos of what I did.

So I got arrested, and I was locked up, and then ended up here.

And no one gave a shit.

Karen sat in the public gallery. She was uspportive. She stared at me and smiled.

But the cracks were showin'.

I knew then that this was a life I wasn't gonna be able to walk away from, and it was gonna cost me everythin' I held dear.

Yet I still went ahead with it anyway.

And look at me now.


Cain laughs to himself as he leans back in his seat.

Wouldn't they all be proud?

Mom? Dad? Karen? Look at me! Jack's a bona fide nutjob now. He's made it - he's been tried!


The smile disappears from his lips.

I knew then, that my life wasn't gonna pan out the way I planned.

I knew, at that point, I was gonna be something that people wouldn't be proud of, or want to be around.

But the thing was, whatever choices I made - I knew I was free to make them.

And if people hated me for it, if people stopped lovin' me for it, then I didn't care, because havin' the freedom to do just that is why I did it.

Liberty is important.

So when I look at you, Madison, Engineer, I see some... twisted fuckin' mockery of what freedom actually is.

This flag behind me? It used to mean somethin'. Used be important. Used to be about what it meant to understand and know the value of life and the importance of democracy.

When I was in the Corps, you fought for this flag because it represented why you were fightin'. It meant that you were proud of your country.

But then you see guys makin' decisions that cost people's lives. You see people sendin' men off to die in the name of "freedom".

And you realise what a fuckin' joke it all is.

You sit in a courtroom, and get tried under the flag - and the country that gave you the freedom to do what's right, uses its laws to take away your freedom.

Funny that, ain't it?

And you trot out that "America First" shit and claim it's all in the name of freedom?

Don't make me fuckin' laugh.

This country has always been a beacon to the world for liberty and justice. That's why we keep our borders open. But we're also a beacon for another kind of people.

People like you.

The ones who exploit fear, who exploit a demoralised people who want an out for what they think is there lack of freedom.

So people like you and your fuckin' boss wrap themselves in a flag, and shout the loudest, and talk about buildin' walls, protectin' civil rights, standin' up for "freedom".

When all you really want is for people to agree with ya, to make ya feel better about your shitty little lives.

We've relied on the law to protect us from you.

But, sometimes, that's not enough.

Do we need more law, less freedom? Do we cross out parts of the Constitution to suit what we think is right?

No.

The answer is that each one of us is responsible to everyone else To stop people like you. Like your Madison, from turnin' this fuckin' country into a revolutionist loony bin.

Not one of us can afford to turn a blind eye.

If no one stands up to you, a cancer grows. By ignorance, we allow disease to spread.

This is where it's gotta stop.

And I will make it stop.

You wanna know what depressin' is? You wanna understand what it means to have no fuckin' joy in your life? You think that shovin' your cock in some plastic porno bitch is joy?

What a fuckin' sap you really are.

You wanna know why I am the way I am?

Cos I see people like you and your cunt boss. Stupid fucks who hurt people because some manipulative skirt tells ya too. Some fuckin' idiot who spends his evenin's wonderin' why there's white stuff comin' out of his dick when he;s given a copy of Playboy.

And then there's your boss. The schemin' fuckin' suit who controls idiots like you to do their dirty work, and you're just too fuckin' braindead to see it, or do anythin' about it.

YOU make me mad, and when I'm mad, I'm stronger, better, faster, and more fuckin' violent than you could ever hope to be - so you bet your fuckin' deluded ass I wanna stay mad.

You just want people to care about ya? Boo-fuckin-hoo. The REAL difference between you and me is that I've accepted that life if shit. You;re just clingin' on to the hope that someone will come and whisk you all away from this and make it all better.

No one give a shit. No one cares. And the sooner you realise that Madison slut is sendin' you down a road you never needed to take in the first place, the sooner you'll understand what real freedom is.

What liberty is.

Grade-A American ain't about bein' part of your skewed fuckin' pant-wettin', jingoistic Kindergarten - so I respectfully decline your offer of joinin' up.

I work for me. The Motherfuckers wanna get in each other's faces? Fine. I'm a free agent anyway - just helpin' a guy out. I gotta choice to make while Raven and Bourbon are kickin' the shit outta each other, because I'm the Kingmaker. Which one of them do I keep faith with? Which one do I side with?

Or maybe I just do what I've always done, and be on my side.

Either way, you ain't gotta worry about me killin' myself Engy.

Cos I then I wouldn't have the freedom to turn you into a fuckin' bloodstain on the floor.

After all...


Cain gets out of the dock, and walks to the door exiting the courtroom.

I'm a free man...



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