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FREAK

He isn't a freak, he isn't the freak...
He is FREAK

The camera fades in on a two story home, in what appears to be a quiet sub division. Brown roof, red shutters, tan siding, white Dodge truck in the drive way, nothing out of the ordinary. But the same can't be said for what is inside...

The camera slowly focuses in on the back of a man, short black hair, seated at a desk, in an office. The camera pans around the room to show a couple family photos adorning the walls. As the camera shifts some sports memorabilia is seen. A Cleveland Indians pennant, a New York Jets football helmet on top of a filing cabinet, and a few trophies on a half occupied book case.

The camera shifts back on the man, who is reading an article on his laptop. The camera focuses in on the computer. The man is looking at a job posting on CraigsList. As he scrolls down, the man lets out a sigh, and he slouches down in his chair. The man closes the CraigsList page.

The man stares at the blank computer for minutes, motionless. Engrosed in what appears to be nothing. The man turns his head and peers out a window. The left side of his face shows an early 30 something man. Brown eyes, black eyebrows, a three day beard. The simple definition of a normal looking man.

His glance turns back to the computer. He begins typing, and soon after Bleacher Report's homepage appears on the screen. The man clicks a few links, and stops. The man's head turns again to the window. Then quickly back to the screen. He clicks one more link as the camera again focuses in on the computer screen. An article titled " Where are they now",10 Superstars who just disappeared". Under the headline a photo is shown of a wrestler in a ring sporting a white wife beater and black jean shorts. Black and green smeared paint covers most of his face. A spiked lip ring, a couple eyebrow rings, and multiple earings glimmer in the spotlight of the photo.

The man seems mesmerized by the words, the picture, that is on his normal lap top computer, in his normal little ofice, in his normal home...

After moments spent in a trance like state, the man closes the page out, and quickly shuts the lap top. He slides the chair back and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his iphone. He searches through his phone, and puts the phone to his ear. After a few seconds the man states in a deep, yet soothing voice, as the camera fades to black.

"Are you ready?"