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BrianLance · **02-09-2016, 05:48 PM**

The scene opens to show an old run down small two-story house. The sun shines through the bare trees that completely surround the house. The windows of the house have been busted out and the front door lies on the ground by where it once hung. The wind blows and brown leaves begin to swirl and spin along the ground in front of the camera. The sounds of dry leaves being crushed under foot is heard just off camera.

After a few steps Brian Lance walks out in front of the camera. He is wearing a long black duster coat and a black and brown hiking pack on his back. Brian stops in front of the house and stares quickly for a moment before walking up to the open doorway. Brian slides the pack off his back and sets it down next to the door on the ground before walking in. Brian steps into the abandoned home as the camera follows.

The room just inside the doorway is in extreme distress with pieces of broken furniture scattered about and the walls has various sized holes in them with some sections completely ripped down. A set of stairs leading up to the second floor are on the far side of the room next to another doorway. Brian stops in the middle of the room and takes in the sight of the room then begins to speak.

B: I can't believe it's been over twenty years since we walked away from this house of horrors, Seth. Time has not been kind to this place has it?

Brian walks over to what appears to be the burnt wooden frame of a handmade couch. The frame is charred black as well as the hard wood floor around it. Brian grins slightly as he stares at the couch and begins to reminisce as the scene fades...
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The scene opens back up to show a young Brian Lance about the age of sixteen sitting on a hand-made wooden couch in the previous room. The room is modestly decorated with a large multicolored oval area rug in the middle of the room covering most of the beautiful Oak floor. Brian's arms are behind him and pulled through an opening in the back of the couch. His hands are bound by a thick hemp rope. Brian sits motionless as you faintly hear the yelling of two men coming from the upstairs and the sounds of dishes and pans being moved about from the other room just past the stairs.

After a few moments a pale white woman wearing a modest handmade faded pink dress with long blonde hair walks from the room past the stairs. She pauses briefly and stares up the stairs. She shakes her head slightly from side to side before continuing over to Brian. The woman looks down at Brian with a loving smile then reaches her right hand out and places it on top of Brian's head. Brian winces slightly but remains quiet.

W: Brian my son when will you and your brother learn not to piss off your father? We have both told the two of you to stay away from town and stay on our land multiple times. Now when your father is done with Daulton you're next. Now you need to understand this is for your own good and we love you Brian. You have to understand if those townsfolk sees or hears you talking with Seth they will come up here and split our family up. They will take you away and lock you up in some hospital.

The yelling from upstairs quits and the house falls silent after a few moments. The sounds of a door opening and slamming shut is heard followed by the sounds of heavy boots starting to walk down the stairs. The scene jumps back to Brian standing before the burnt couch in the run down house. He rubs his eyes and turns from the couch.

B: That was a crazy night. Dad beat the fuck out of me that night. He left me so battered after that beating I thought I was goin to die. I spent most of that night laying in bed coughing up blood but there was a good thing to come out of that night. That night you came to my side Seth and told me I would never feel such pain again. You stayed there all night with me telling me I would be ok and that the worst is over.

Brian begins to slowly walk towards the stairs and pauses at the bottom.

B: That night changed the whole dynamic of the way I lived life. The actions of the following day ripped the family apart. When I watched Daulton disappear into the woods that night I knew he wasn't goin to be back and part off me was happy thinking that half of my bane was gone. Little did I know it was just the beginning of something worst.The following years are a blur of mental health doctors and hospitals. It bugs the crap out of me that I can't really remember much more than a handful of things from my youth but I guess it's for the better.

Brian starts to walk up the stairs as the camera follows. Brian turns to his left at the top of the stair case and stops as he stares at a closed undamaged door at the end of a short hallway. The second floor of the house appears to be in good order compared to the lower level. The hallway has no holes in the dirty walls and the dusty oak floor shows some large boot prints as sun shines across it from an open doorway on the right side of the hall.

B: Looks like we might not be alone in here Seth. Hey Seth are you even listening? You ain't said a damn word since we got here.

S: Brian something's not right. We need to take care of what you need to do and get outta here.

B: What is it?

S: I don't know. It just don't feel friendly and it really doesn't want you her....

Seth's voice cuts off in mid word as Brian now stands before the door.Brian suddenly let's out a loud groan and grabs the sides of his head with both hands. He collapses against the wall and struggles to speak....

B: What the fuck? Seth what's goin on?

Brian slides down the wall to the floor and let's out another scream before passing out. The scene jumps to show Brian standing alone surround by total darkness except for one bright light that shines down on him from above.

B: Hello?

Brian says as he slowly turns around. Suddenly three dark figures rush from the darkness towards Brian catching him off guard. Brian falls to the ground after a short struggle. The figures quickly grab hold of Brian and pin him to the floor. Brian struggles as an unfamiliar voice is heard..

V: Brian I'm disappointed in you. I gave you another chance at glory and you want to piss it away. I gave you the chance to return to society and wrestle again. Yet here you are looking for Daulton. This obsession stops NOW! He is just another voice remember? Leave the past buried Brian. Your opponents are picking you apart and tarnishing your name more and more every day. Remember your therapy Brian!

The figures disappear as quickly as they appeared leaving Brian alone again. Brian gathers himself then stands up.

B: Remember my therapy? Who the fuck are you to be telling me anything!

Brian screams back into the darkness as he looks around waiting for another attack.

B: OK so the mighty therapist thinks I'm paying too much attention to Daulton and not enough on my opponents?..... Is that it?..... You honestly think I need to worry bout these lackeys? These fools are doin everything I thought they would...Well except Wolf that was a surprise. The guy actually is showing some brains. I mean it's great that he knows better than to step into my playground. He obviously knows that deep down he doesn't have the nuts to beat me at my own game and ultimately would just end his career before it starts. He thinks by keeping this as originally booked it levels the field but all it does is gives me more access to the tools of my trade. The Sheep can say what he wants but I know the truth that he is trying so hard to hide.

Then there is double W and by that I mean Whigger Wish. He's trying to talk shit from some ghetto ass wanna be Sesame Street shit. Shit man I would have rather heard him rap then see him hanging out with Oscar the ghetto grouch and doo doo bitch. Either way it's hard to take him serious when it comes to getting in the ring with me when I see him trying shit like that.

All three of my opponents will wish they had agreed to my match because either way there can only be one left in the end and THAT'S ME! You and everyone else thinks I'm ignoring my match for some feudal quest. This is where everyone is wrong! My drive to gain control only leads me to being stronger. For every person I beat and add to my list only takes me one step closer to finding my truth. Warfare I will add three more names to the list of sacrifices. Soon I will have collected enough to begin the next step of my goal. It grows closer and closer with every match and has nothing to do with your fucking therapy!

Suddenly Brian is blindsided by a figure that looks like Daulton Lance. The impact knocks the two of them out of the light and into the darkness. A bright yellow flash temporarily blinds the camera and the scene jump to a shot of a small graveyard with three crude sandstone tombstones. The first two show heavy signs of weathering and the names and dates can not be seen. The third is a new stone with fresh carvings in it and it reads...

" Find Me".

The camera zooms out revealing a fresh pile of loose dirt in front of the headstone. The camera continues to zoom out farther revealing the run down house of the Lance homestead in the background. A dark figure is seen standing in the upstairs window.

Suddenly the muffled screaming of Brian is heard as the pile of dirt begins to shake and move. After a few seconds a hand busts out of the pile. After a few more seconds of struggling Brian manages to pull himself out of the dirt. He stands up and looks around with a confused look. He sees the headstone and stares at it quietly before looking back at the house. Brian slowly walks into the woods and off camera while never looking away from the house. The scene fades to black as the figure moves away from the window and out of sight.

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