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JACK · (09-26-2014)

What would you fight for when given an opportunity?

Fame?

Money?

Happiness?

Commendable answers, but none of them will mean anything when or if you die on the battlefield.

We only fight for one main reason.

Not for the thrill of it.

Not for the rewards we might earn from it.

Not even because we find good feelings out of it.

We fight for payback.

Not just against random assholes that beat you on the streets, but we also fight against the corporations that damn people all across the world.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is what we fight for.

A lone high school student is walking home from a tutoring session that took longer than expected. He is carrying his trigonometry book under his arm and has one sole backpack strap on the same arm he is carrying his textbook with. He looks exhausted as he continues to walk home, which is a small beige house on the corner of his street. The house looks like it has seen better days when it was first built. He hesitates as he approaches the house, as if he knows something rather horrible is going to happen once he enters his own house. For a brief moment, it looks like he's going to run right past his house and run into someone else's for shelter. However, he takes a deep breath in and out before approaching the doorstep. He pulls out the keys with his free hand and unlocks the door. A dog can be heard barking from the other side, excited to see that his owner has returned. He opens the door, allowing the small dalmatian to jump up on his leg and lick his free hand. The student pets the dog and steps inside the home, fear overcomes him.

???: There you are!

The student hears his dad walking down the stairs, his words slurring as he stumbles along. The kid is mortified as he gets closer, bottle of whiskey in hand. He is completely shitfaced when he gets downstairs, not at all happy when the father sees that his kid has been out after five.

???: Where the fuck have you been!? Were you 'anging out with yur

friends again? I already told you to stay the hell away from 'em!

???: No, Dad, I was at-

???: Caleb, I don't wanna hear your shitty excuses! I want you ta stop hangin' out with those stupid gay friends o' yurs. I knew I raised ya better than to hang around those people!

Caleb: No, dad, you aren't listening to-

Caleb's Dad: I am listnin' to ya and I say that ya should stop hangin' out with those disgustin' fags of yours. I don't want those fags bein' around my flesh and blood.

Caleb is a little angry at this point.

Caleb: Dad, shut up! I was at tutoring the entire afternoon for help with my trigonometry homework, you should know that! I fucking called you earlier today about it and you said it was fine!

His father's mouth is agape. After what feels like an eternity, he smashes the empty bottle over his son's head, knocking him to the floor with authority. Caleb, scared of what his dad might do next, starts to back against a wall to prevent any further damage. That, however, only succeeds in having his dad kick him square in the abdomen, forcing him to hold his gut in pain. Tears are starting to fall down his face.

Caleb's Dad: I'm glad to know that your mother's dead. That way, I won't getten trouble for what Imma bout to do to ya.

The father begins to loosen his belt, as if he's planning to do something incredibly dirty.

Caleb's Dad: If ya wanna hang out with those goddamn fags so much, I hafta show ya what yer getten yerself into.

He pulls out his belt and lets his rather baggy pants fall to the ground. As it turns out, he isn't wearing any underpants, so he lets his member hang out in the breeze. Obviously, this is covered in a black box, because nobody wants to see some guy's schlong on television. Caleb looks up and sees the massive box and begins to sob amazingly loud. His father walks over to him and punches him square in the jaw, trying to get him to be quiet before whatever heinous act takes place in this very room.

Caleb's Dad: Shaddup. Ya wanted dis after all.

Caleb's dad walks up towards his son with malicious intent. However, the video keeps distorting with every step he takes. Eventually, it becomes so bad that whatever should be appearing on the screen looks like a gigantic blob of nothing screaming in agony while moaning and occasionally telling itself to shut up,

. This goes on for an uncomfortable minute before cutting to a different scene with the son in his room holding his ass tightly while rolled up in a fetal position. Tears are streaming down his face as shower water can be heard in the other room. His eyes are closed tightly as he waits for his dad to finish up with washing the shame off of him.

A few minutes pass as Caleb's father dries himself off and wraps a towel around his waist for decency. He takes a long look at himself in the mirror, checking if he managed to wake himself up from whatever trip he was on. He then splashes some cold water on his face to wake himself up from the hangover a little faster.

Caleb's Dad: Pull yourself together, Martin, that

son of yours deserved it and you know it. He can't be hanging around people like those tight panted kids in gym class all the damn time. You raised your kid better than that and you know it!

He dries himself off with a little hand towel on the side rack before leaving the room. Once he opens the door, a bandaged man is on the other side with a large knife in hand. Martin is horrified as the mummy raises the knife toward his heart. He backs up and slips in the shower, hitting his head on the wall doing so. He holds his head in pain, leaving his chest wide open for Jack to stab him with.

Jack: All for the Hidden Order.

We hear a loud scream as the camera cuts back to Caleb's bedroom, who jumps from the sound of his father screaming in gut wrenching agony. He stands up from his bed and walks towards the bathroom on the first floor. Coincidentally, that's the exact floor his bedroom is on with the bathroom just down the hallway. When he opens the door, he sees that the dalmatian is barking in the direction of the bathroom, where the window is left open. He heads towards that direction with his dog. When he enters the room, he finds his dad dead in the shower, a big stab wound in the central chest cavity. Caleb is astonished and traumatized from the sight as he looks dead center at his father's wide open eyes and large, open mouth. The dalmatian approaches the corpse of his father, sniffing it and nudging it, as if trying to get him to wake up. It's from this action that he realizes the bloody note left on his dad's stomach, which he picks up and reads aloud.

Caleb: "The Hidden Order beckons you for your presence."? Who are the Hidden Order?

He observes the scene one more time before feeling sick to his stomach. He decides that if he wants to know who exactly the Hidden Order really are, he'll have to find them for himself. He whistles for his dog for a walk as he leaves the house to start the search. After doing so, the scene fades out slowly. However, we hear a small child's voice speak to the people outside of the already broken fourth wall.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle shells and silver bells,
And all the pretty people in a row.

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