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Luke Gunnar · **09-09-2014, 09:56 PM**

The streets of Lowell are where our story takes place tonight, To some it's a lovely display of scenery, For some it's a death trap. Luke Gunnar is found sitting on a small brick wall ledge outside of a local community college staring out into the murky Merrimack River. Even through the thick swampy water he can pin point every bike he's had thrown in there by the city gang as a teenager. A small pinging sound chimes from Gunnar's left pocket and he reaches for his phone, checks the screen noticing he has a call.

INCOMING CALL FROM: Brittany <3

Luke roll his eyes at the sight knowing his girlfriend was the one to put in the heart next to her name. He put his phone to his ear.

Y'ello.

Heyy. Did you make it to your train?

Missed it by a minute.

Aww, are you gonna be coming home?

Ehh, I'm fucking exhausted I figured I'd just take a walk around 'till the next one comes

Oh.. okay. Are you okay?

Still got a pulse, why?

I'm just worried, I can be worried right?

I've seen all this town has had to offer me at this hour. I'll be fine.

Okay.. I was watching the news and saw that Blizzard guy was showing his dick around to people with some projector.

Money's like a penis and he just wants to wave both around I guess

Yeah, I just thought it was disgusting, women don't deserve to be made to see that while they're walking around. And the shit he was saying about feminists? How can he even call himself a good person.

Luke clears his throat and hucks a loogie into the river.

That sounded attractive

Did I ever tell you the story about a girl I knew from our highschool when I was a teen?

..Nnno?

Well I had just gotten out of school and was walking towards the next town to go to work at the warehouse. Some college kids came up to me and started tell me "Hey man we saw you and your girl outside the highschool. You got a bombshell of a girl right there, treat her right." I said thanks and kept walking because my supervisor was gonna kick my ass if I was late. I keep walking and see the same kids, in a red car driving past me and they pull up to this girl that was in one of my classes. They talk to her for a bit, she seems disgusted, takes a few steps back. One of their big black sweaty hands from the passenger seat grabs her arm before she can walk away. Her head hit the top of the car door. He and his buddies all step out, one of them pushed her against a chain link fence, slapped her across the face and then started lifting up her shirt.

Oh my god..

Yeah.. I didn't care about work at this point. I sprinted up to the tallest of the three guys and tackled him to the sidewalk and started giving lefts and rights. His friends tried to pull me off him but I got lucky and swung my hand back and clocked one of them in the nose. I stood up and left the tallest one laying there with blood coming out of his mouth. The other kid I hit was bending over the hood of his car. The last one ran off in the other direction. I took the head of the kid bending over and slammed it into the hood a few times and told him if I ever saw him or his friends anywhere near a girl I'd fucking kill them. I went to the girl who had a few scratches on her face and her shirt half ripped. I was gonna be late for work anyway so I skipped and helped her back home and explained what happened to her parents. Gave her the kid's plate numbers. I think those kids got arrested.

I would never expect you to tell that story, but that's something very good and brave you did for that girl.

Well it made me really angry because not even 20 minutes before they were telling me to treat you right, as if they knew exactly how to be a gentlemen and protect a girl. They didn't. They lied. They didn't practice what they preached. That's my issue with Blizzard. He has this idea that I'm some nobody because he's this rich ass yuppie superhero piece of shit and you and I are just getting by. He has no idea about what being an honestly good person is. Good people don't talk about doing good, they practice it. It's all about what you do when no body is watching. You're right. I've never told that story to anyone. I don't talk about what I do. I just do it because I know it's the right and just thing to do and I want nothing in return. Blizzard wants everything in return. He's another guy that thinks he deserves everything and that he's entitled to do these vulgar acts of sexual harassment because he fed a few kids in Africa. I bet he didn't even do that and just went through some charity to fly him out for a photo opt with some starving kids. Fucking slack-tivist is what he is. He's a cheat and a punk. This is why I live the way I do. I don't need anything except for you and my job to pay bills and I'm happy, if I do some good, thats wicked cool. I wouldn't let anything like money get to my head and turn me into another taker. Another con-man. I'm open about everything in my life, you know that Brittany. I lay out the truth, in person, in the home and in the ring. Wednesday I'm going to hold nothing back from Blizzard. I won't go on a limb and say I'm going to beat him for all of women and men he's harrassed sexually mentally or physically. That'd be arrogant. But he's gotten my anger to such a point that he needs to be put in his place, and he will... anyway. I'm gonna walk back to Kennedy. I'll text you okay?

Sure thing babe, be safe!

Go to bed, don't you worry about me okay? G'night

Luke puts his phone back in his pocket and rather than walk back to the station he continues to stare off into the river thinking about his match and the anger he'll get to unleash on his oppenent.

Fade

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