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**09-08-2017, 05:37 PM**

Chapter Three

The Origins of Kate Continued

"Mr. Cain, you sure do like talking about me considering I'm so boring. Regardless, you took much of what I said and twisted it which appears to be part of your DNA -- and that's quite alright. I realize not everyone can fully understand everything talked about. Many would just brush it off, but I'm going to help you my friend.

First, I never called you an 'animal'. We both can simply agree that humans are animals, but I separate the us-them for obvious reasons. I pointed out one minor difference -- the instinct and reactions -- but you somehow took it as I called you an animal. I'm not sure how you managed to conjure up that thought through comparisons, but it's safe to say it's part of your DNA as I mentioned ealier.

But for the sake of our back-and-forth conversation, let's say I did call you an animal which you said flattered you. One thing you did not pinpoint is which animal you think I called you, and which one would you need to be called to feel this flattery.

A lamb? A squirrel? A dolphin? Goldfish? Whale? Shark? Deer? Bear? Snake? Bitch?

Of course some are clever, even more clever than us humans but I figured I didn't need to really go there. Any person who has an education, even at elementary level, would come to the realization of that; yet, you wanted to make sure the listener knew because you're -- a less clever one?

I know you enjoyed twisting things, assuming ideas, and just lying whether it's by choice or ignorance, but --"

Ragon interrupts Ravenhill's talk by bringing up a hot cup of tea.

"Sorry about that. Where was --

Ah, twisting things and lies. From calling you an animal to me quoting a TV show -- just a side note, I quoted a movie -- I'm not sure what you're trying to accomplish by sharing these lies with everyone. I think it's probably more than a learned habit, but we'll get it nailed down as we begin deductions about who you are.

Though, I would say it's pretty simple to conclude that two things you need are money and confidence. I know, it's probably a hard pill to swallow and you wanna attack those observations with all your might, but let's don't take a blind eye's word for it.

Why would you need money?

Zombies, Apocolypse, and Future-Telling are all ways people are making money. You look at movies, television shows, books, or even some careers that deal within these ideas and gather money is being made. You seem to be all about the future-telling, which isn't the best choice to make money but to each-his-own -- especially when you've failed in that area.

Have you ever heard of the man Ronald Weinland? He believed he was apointed by God to reveal the end, or Revelation. He even wrote a book about it in 2008. He told everyone that Jesus would return on September 2011, but eventually changed it to May 2012. Once the date passed, he encouraged those following his words to be strong because the real date would in in 2013. He's just one of many who have tried to predict 'end time' events, but as we now understand -- he was wrong and lied. He did this to get money.

There are several palm readers or card readers to help predict the future of your life, and they charge money for it. The underlining idea is to get money from people when talking about the unknown.

Granted you haven't talked about the end of time, but you have tried to predict the future and have failed.

You predict you're going to hurt me.

Well, how did your prediction work for Cadryn Tiberius on May 15, 2017?

Quote:Cain's head slams off the mats on the outside of the ring as BOTH the men lie on their backs from the move! Cadryn rolls onto Cain!!

ONE!! TWO!!! THREE!!!

Winner - Cadryn Tiberius

Cadyrn beat you, and yet you said he was going to fail.

Have you ever heard of the story "The Boy Who Cried Wolf"? There's no need to really talk about it, but I'd encourage you to read it. You can make all these predictions to get that extra money, and maybe get it right one-out-of-ten times but the other nine gives you away. Eventually, no one is going to bat an eye at what you say even if it's true.

Now, let's examine the other: Why would you need confidence?

This is a bit more obvious, nevertheless we'll look.

You want me to dig up people you've defeated... (by the way, Brock Lesnar is seen on WWE television so he just simply went where the money was)

You want me to ask the "A-listers" how good you are...

You want to share a known idea you're in a group with Robbie Bourbon, and want to make sure I know he asked you to be apart of the team...

You want me to know the Universal Champion respects you...

I think we've gathered enough to understand why you deep down are in need of confidence. Perhaps you don't like who you see in the mirror every morning and just need everyone who comes in contact with you to tell you that you're...

'Good enough, Smart Enough, and Doggone it, people like me'

Now before you come back again and say I'm quoting TV Shows, let me cut off the lying real quick. The above quote is from a sketch from a TV Show titled "Saturday Night Live," however was also made into a movie so it would be quotes from both.

I'll bring that book, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, and the movie Office Space for not only your enjoyment, but to help you understand a bit more about yourself.

As far as you saying I don't like you labeling me, again a lie. I think it would be better suited to share some of your thoughts about me and respond accordingly.

Quote:You don't like me labellin' ya? Tough shit. It's really hard not to label ya, when you're such a fuckin' stereotype.

I never said I don't like you labeling me. I said people like to label because it gives them a sense of control or puts them at ease. If you want to label me, it doesn't bother me; I've been labeled before. Label me all you want, Mr. Cain, it'll just show that "OZ" never gave you a brain.

And if I'm such a stereotype, then which am I? -- Because you seem to be adding more labels to me.

Am I a character from a Stephen King novel? If so, which? There are different 'stereotypes' in each of his novels so I just want to be clear.

Am I a hipster or am I emo?

Porn stars were famous for moustaches, so am I a former porn star, hipster, emo-guy, rock band member, police officer, fireman, or a guy that simply likes to grow a moustache?

Quote:There's no fuckin' point in investin' further time in findin' out more about ya, because you're boring as fuck.

For a boring individual, you sure are enjoying dissecting my words and talking about me a lot.

Quote:I KNOW you love dealin' in facts

No shit. I told you I did.

Quote:I look at ya, and I see a guy just desperate to be noticed

Says a guy who wants me to search out everyone who he's faced -- those he's beaten and those who defeated him -- to prove how good he is...

Now it's time to talk about Miss Shanks and Mr. Cain's 'proof' or 'facts' on what I'm doing to her. But why take my word for it?

Ravenhill tips his hat and makes his way downstairs to where Kate is located. He opens the door and takes a deep sigh while placing his palm over his mouth. The bed where Kate Shanks was lying is now empty.

"RAGON! RAGON!"

Ragon hears the echo of Ravenhill's yell throughout the house. He quickly runs and follows the voice to a frustrated boss. Ravehill simply opens the door and motions his arm to show Kate is missing.

"But sir, you know where she is."

Ravehill gives a very short laugh, then leaves Ragon and moves upstairs to another room. Kate is sitting in a blue recliner reading a book, with a sandwich and cup of fruit sitting on a table beside her. He makes his way towards her and pulls up a stool to sit.

"Did you know you're semi famous among some? They've heard all about my preying on you and other women."

A confused look comes across her face as Ravenhill goes on to explain what Mr. Jack Cain has said about him, and her.

"Would you care to tell them all about the monster I'm portraying?"

"Everything? The truth?"

"Please."

She takes a deep breath and lays the book down. Ravehill grabs her hand as a sign of comfort. "I spent several years in prison. I know I don't look the part but it's true. I was a thief -- a very good one. I was only caught once, and it was buy a police officer who ended up my future fiance'. I don't really believe in love-at-first-sight but it kind of was. He arrested me but never took me in; instead we talked in the police car and we clicked. We had so much in common and I found myself being transparent with him, even admitting to crimes I've committed in the past but was never found out.

Eventually we went our separate ways and I went back to stealing. I found a great job with great people, but deep down I just had to take. I knew how to fly a plane and got my pilot license, which is another story, and took me around the world. Six months later, I received an anonymous phone call -- from my ex fiance', I know his voice too well -- saying I had several warrants for my arrest and he had been trying to steer the scent off of my whereabouts. He told me I had a short amount of time to go somewhere else and lay low for a while, so I flew to seek out a new home. I came across this place and it looked abandoned, and it just looked perfect. I just needed to make sure no one lived there so I did some research and came up with some interesting details regarding this place -- and Ravenhill.

Ravenhill had been absent from --"

"They're not interested in my story, Kate. Just yours..."

"Well, okay. I remember very little about my visit. They showed me videos to help fill in the missing pieces. I landed, broke a few windows to see if anyone came out, and helped myself to the top for a look and fell. I woke up strapped to a bed and thought they were going to kill me, or rape me. I was scared. After I talked to them, I figured they were probably holding me until the police arrived.

The days went by and -- well, they gave me food, clothing, let me watch television...

What I didn't tell them until a few days ago was that the reason me and Billy broke off our engagement was -- I was in stage 3 cancer. We both decided to move on, and I figured why not steal until I die. Who gives a shit about a thief with cancer? Apparently, Ravenhill found out based on lab results they were doing and -- well --
I'm cured. He kept me in bed and tied down because the treatments he was giving me was helping me."

"I want you to look at this, please."

He lets Kate view Jack Cain's remarks about him and his treatment of herself. After watching it all, he allows her to respond.

"It's pieces of shit like you that would rather lock me up in prison, sit in a comfortable chair and watch me die while drinking a coke instead of helping. You fucks think you know so much about people or the world that if you don't understand it, "fuck 'em." Well fuck you. I don't know you, and to be honest I don't want to know you. You sit there and try to be this man who enjoys violence, then condones a man you know nothing about for helping rehabilitate someone.

I'M PROOF I don't want to leave this place.

There's a world beyond this place where your best friend will fuck you over with a big grin on his face just to get ahead. Then there's this place where I found redemption, a safe haven, a place of chance and hope. Fuck you for saying all your bullshit to a man you've never met.

And who cares if he told me he was dead?

Some people talk in metaphors you dumb fuck. Maybe he's talking about something he's decided it's not meant to be known yet. You ever think of that? Of course not, because you're this violent angry man who would probably betray me if we were stealing together as long as you got freedom.

Yes, I was trespassing.

Yes, I destroyed part of his property.

Yes, I should be in prison.

If tying me up and dosing me with medicine would cure my cancer, then I'd let him do it again and again and again.

You want to say he's not a doctor? At least he's doing more with medicine than the bastards who went to school for all that shit, and can't cure me.

As she continues on her rant, Ravenhill seems to be somewhere else in thought. He pays no attention to what Kate is saying for the most part because he knows the story already. Once she is finished, she notices he hasn't blinked for some time. She waves her hand in front of his face but gets no reaction. A few mentions of his name under her breath to wake him up, but again no response. Once her blood pressure settles back in the normal range, she picks her book back up.

It wasn't long after that Ravenhill kisses her hand, and leaves her with a smile.

"I'm not here to boast, but since you are so eager to find out the facts and try to paint me as this monster with your lies, then I had no choice. That, my friend, are the facts. While I don't need money or confidence, nor do I need to talk about the possibilities that may occur in our fight coming up, I can tell you to go ahead and bring your calibre. You may find out who dead I really am. "

He smiles and walks upstairs while whistling.

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