08-31-2014, 01:28 PM
August 31 2014; Luke Gunnar has decided to stay in Lowell another day before leaving for his flight.
P.T. Barnum was quite right when he said that a sucker is born every minute. There's no end to the mass production of people who will be taken advantage of in this world. We pan in to the scene of a local church in the middle of downtown Lowell. A food drive is going on in one of the function rooms. The huddled masses of homeless members of society come in for their daily meal. They wait eagerly in line as food is put into their styrofoam trays and they head to their tables. At the front of the tray team is a young lady in her twenties, blonde and a smile that lit up the room, greeting every homeless person with a smile and leaving them with a 'Have a nice day'
Next please!
A man in a tatter olive green bomber jacket, black hood over his head walks up grabbing a tray, keeping his head down.
Happy Sunday! How are you today sir?
Mmrmrh-good, you?
Another day in paradise sweetie! Now lets see that tray!
The man's shaky right hand gives the tray to the the girl as she leads him down the line taking a scoop of slop from each container and placing it on his tray.
So tell me about your story hun! What's led you here?
Ermmff-drank a lot after the war..mrkme-wife died two yearsagoandsoo..m'all alone now..
Ohh how sad. Well you always have us and our Lord Almighty to look after you sweetheart!
'preciate it hunn, you-you'reverypretty.. Remind me of my wife Jane.
The girl stops with a shocked and flattered look on her face.
Aww you are so precious! And that's so sweet of you thank you! It's funny you say that actually my name middle name is Jane
She leads the man to the end of the food line and smiles handing him his tray.
What was your name hun?
Luk-..mreh fuck..Lu-cena.. My mothah was a Spanish girl
Oh what a nice name! Well it was so nice to see you. Hope to see you around here, you seem like a good man who just ran into bad luck. But don't you worry God has a bright ending planned for everyone! Have a good day Lucena!
Keeping his head down the man gives a small wave behind him and walks out the door. Once out of sight of the entrance he removes his hood to reveal himself as Luke Gunnar. He looks down at his tray takes the plastic spork given to him by the girl places it in the tray and takes a small bite. After a few chews Gunnar cringes a little yet manages to swallow. He sees a man sitting against the wall of an alley way enjoying his portion of the food given to him by the church. Luke walks over to the man crouches down and places the tray down in front of the man.
Eat up, man.
Wh-...
Luke gives a small smirk and walks away from the homeless man, Faintly behind him he hears the man say "Bless you son!" but he continues to walk without turning around. He continues to walk up the street to his apartment.
See that guy? He doesn't know who I am, didn't matter. I did what I felt I needed to do. The girl in the church? Didn't know who I was or whether or not I could afford a meal, but I managed to play her like a fiddle.*He chuckles a little* See how it easy it is Lucena? How easy it is to put on a mask, a good sob story, mix in some speech slurs. You get a sucker giving you a meal. You cheated a sucker. You say that no one knows who I am Lucena, and I find that very ironic because clearly from what you've shown, no one knows exactly who you are. Are you this Mr. Respeto you preach so much about? Who knows. Do I think you are? Nah.. and I feel bad for the MILF you managed to trick to believe that you 'changed.' You got the answers that you deserved, not the ones that you wanted. You got the truth.. Hurts doesn't it. But maybe you're immune in your own little world of lies that you choose to live in. If that fucking Doc D'Ville taught me anything about psycho-fucking-ology it's that it can be so easy to allow yourself to put on a front, preach and act good. But what's it worth at the end of it all. Warfare, what is all of this going to do for you then? See I've dealt with people like you my entire life, Lucena. There's always a point. That one point where you know you're gonna get triggered to let those evil intentions out. And I'm indifferent as to whether you fight clean or dirty. I don't intend to make this a clean fight. I don't intend to hold anything back. You wanna keep this up? Keep telling me that you're a hardworking 'sunovagun' that got where he is today, a champion, by playing by the rules? ..Okay man. I can't wait to see how long that lie lasts. I don't think it'll be too long bud. See I put everything out in the open. I don't brag about anything, I have nothing to show except the clothes on my back and the havok I can cause in the ring. I won't try to fuck you over Wednesday, because I won't have to. Your loss is gonna come naturally. My bare fists, my size 12 Docs. That's the only help I need. I hope you have an 'army' of tricks up your sleeve. Because unless you wanna be Mr. Respect-less like you claim to be, you're gonna go through all your little gags to get through me, and still not make a dent. Clean is not the way to gold.. because your blood, your pouring red blood WILL BE.. the new gold.
Fade
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