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JACK · **11-05-2014, 10:35 PM**

People choose who to trust in this world based on which people treated them the best.

Do they pick the ones that they've been with their whole lives?

Do they pick the people that taught them the way they should run their lives?

Or do they work on their own because they don't trust anyone in this world anymore?

In terms of this federation, people warm up to whoever offers the biggest reward.

The people offering the biggest reward in this company is a faction that exists only to harm everyone, including themselves.

If the induction of the angriest dwarf in the world is any indication, it's clear that they give a fuck.

They give a lot of fucks about what the Hidden Order is capable of.

Speaking of Frodo, he's booked in a match against me and Kessler.

He made fun of the choice of our anonymity and the fact that we keep throwing out the name of our faction and our motives.

He isn't the first, and he most certainly isn't the last man to point it out.

However, many of the insults he threw out at us felt very insincere, as if he was reading from a script his stable mates wrote for him.

Bounded by the shackles of your new friendship, I see?

No matter, once we finish with our match and the men without an agenda attempt to attack us yet again, you'll find out just what you've signed up for.

It'll be a war between everyone in the federation, and you just might end up becoming another casualty in the pig's games.

You signed up for this fate, and now you're just another mindless drone being controlled with the strings of your "friends".

Are you happy with the fate you've chosen?

What about Kessler?

Is he going to be just another victim in the rivalry that was set up between all of us?

Or will he also choose sides in this game of war?

Wherever his priorities lie, he'll just be a bystander for the bigger fight.

Forgive us for what we must do, Steven.

Melissa Porter is seen grading a test to hand back to her elementary school students. Many of the grades on the papers are highly marked and have smiley face stamps next to their grade. The words "Good Job!" are printed down below the amount of questions they got right. She has a smile on her face, knowing that what she's teaching to her kids is sticking with them. She feels like she just can't wait to brag about it to her fellow teachers and tell them how proud she is of her students and of her own abilities to teach kids. However, that's not the only reason why she's smiling. Recently, she got a call from her husband saying that he's coming home from Afghanistan tonight. She can hardly contain her excitement as she marks wrong answers as correct.

There's a knock on the door, causing her to drop everything to look over at her front door. She squeals in delight as she rushes over to the front door in her bathrobe, expecting to meet her man in uniform. However, when she opens the door, she is greeted by a completely different man in uniform sporting a sullen look on his face. He's holding his hat to his chest out of sorrow towards Melissa. Her happy demeanor suddenly drops as soon as she sees him like this.

Pvt. ???: Are you Mrs. Porter?

Unable to say anything, Melissa just nods to the soldier. In turn, the man places a hand on her shoulder and exhales softly.

Pvt. ???: I'm Private Quimby, and I came by to inform you that...

Quimby is holding back his tears.

Pvt. Quimby: Your husband...had a heart attack on the airplane taking him home. He was rushed to the hospital at the nearest landing strip, but the doctors couldn't help him. I'm so sorry.

Melissa is immobile for a few seconds before breaking down in sobs right in front of the soldier who broke the news for her. Quimby gives her a hug to help her calm down, which doesn't help at all. The scene fades to a time card.

One week later...

Melissa is wandering around her city streets in New Jersey, where douchebags with fake tans and obnoxiously short shorts are free to roam around without repercussions. She has her face buried in her jacket as she travels along the sidewalk. Passersby are giving her rather strange looks, not understanding why she isn't enjoying a day in New Jersey. A couple of teenagers bump into her forcefully. The two teenage bitches turn around and shove her again, acting like she's the one at fault.

Bitch 1: Yo, gurl, did you jus' bump into us like you own dis street?

Bitch 2: Oooh, I think she thinks she owns dis street.

Bitch 1: She don't own dis street!

Bitch 2: She don't own nothin'!

Bitch 1: Why don't we teach dis bimbo what is really hers?

Bitch 2: Hell yeah! Let's fucking do it!

The two drag the poor teacher to an alleyway and bitch slap her when they're out of view. The teacher falls on her ass to the ground below, which is covered with litter and mud. The two grab her purse and look through it's contents. Not wanting them to steal anything, she stands up and tries to take her purse back from the two bimbos. However, one of the broads shoves her back down to the ground with force. One of them pulls out some lip gloss and laughs aloud.

Bitch 1: Gurl, look at dis, sheit. What kind of ho' would walk around wearing dis stuff on her lips?

Bitch 2: I'd say someone lookin' for a new man.

Bitch 1: You think a dumb bitch like her could get any kind o' man?

Bitch 2: Da ugliest man in da wurld would turn her down!

Bitch 1: Oh snap, gurlfriend!

The two girls laugh at the teacher and search through her purse once more, throwing the lip gloss into one of the many puddles on her floor. They then pull out an iPhone and search through her pictures.

Bitch 1: Oh, sheit, she does have a man!

Bitch 2: Mhm, and he's supa uglay.

Bitch 1: You got dat right gurlfriend. Ah mean, lookat 'im! He looks like Liam Neeson on crack.

Bitch 2: Could'nta said it betta myself.

They pocket her iPhone, making her stand up and go after them again. The second girl pushes her down to the floor again and slaps her. The first girl continues to search through her purse before pulling out $500 of her wallet.

Bitch 2: Man, Ah don't think dat she deserves da clothes she's wearin'.

Bitch 1: Uh-uh. Dey look so gross on her.

Bitch 2: How's 'bout we tear 'em offa 'er and let 'er walk 'round in da street naked?

Bitch 1: Oooh, dat's a great idea. I'm gonna go for her top. Whatchu goin' for?

Bitch 2: I'm goin' for her stills.

The two women advance towards the panicked woman slowly, eyeing all of the clothes that the teacher is wearing. The poor woman is backing away from the two teens until she hits a fence, blocking her off from any and all possible escape. Just when it looks like they are about to lunge at her, they both fall down to the ground face first, leaving blood to flow from their necks. She's still huddled against the fence, unaware that both of them are dead.

Jack: I've not only done a favor for you, but I've done it for the entire state of New Jersey. I'm sure they're tired of people like those two represent them.

The teacher turns her head and sees a bandaged hand extended towards her, offering to help her up. She takes it and she rises to her feet, looking at the mummy straight in the eye.

Jack: Why don't you follow me? There are a ton of people who have been in your situation, if not worse. I'm sure we can get you fixed up from there.

The strange bandaged man begins to walk off, leaving the teacher to make up her mind about what she'll do next. He manages to get a foot away from her before she decides to follow him.

Jack: What is your name, mind I ask?

There is a brief moment of silence before she answers his question.

Melissa: My name is Melissa Porter.

With that, the scene fades out.

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