Post by Cory Steel on Jan 25, 2016 20:51:57 GMT -5
Wish you were here
Collision Course '15 and the days that followed...
"Jesus it's hot back here," Judge moaned clutching at his chest and wiping sweat from abov his brow. Victor was beside the big man checking his pulse, "You feeling ok Judge? That pulse of yours is kicking."
Jury sat down across from his brother with concern etched on his face, "Yeah and you are as pale as the moon brother."
"Ah its adrenaline left over from that match," Judge tries to sound cool but he grunts out in pain, "We were so fucking close! But we left it all out there didn't we?"
Jury just grunted, "We did and we are from finished with them. They need to be knocked down a peg."
Judge stands up patting his brother on the soulder, "Soon bubby soon, you did great tonight."
Judge walks away towards the shower but stops, "Damn it is hotter than Hell in here!"
Without another word and one step Judge hits the ground hard. Victor is quick to Judge's side and Jury yells loudly, "Medic I need a medic in here now!"
....
The casket was solid black with gray fading out the edges. Jury sat in a chair at the head of the casket in his black suit, head down, and a bottle of Jack in one hand. Judge's passing was so quick and unexpected but the pain reflected from this loss weighed heavily on Jury when he saw the twins Judge left behind.
They played at his feet, but their emotions were light and joy was was absent in them both. Gracie looks up at Jury tears lining the bottom of her eyes, "Why can't daddy come back? Its been to long already."
Jury couldn't hold it back amy longer and tears burst from his eyes as well. He pulls them both into his arms and they all three sob loudly alone in the funeral parlor.
...
"So where are you going now?" Amanda asked as Jury packed his brothers bikes saddle bags. He only shrugged, "No clue but I got to clear my head and figure this out. I can't fill the void of this for you, the girls, or even me."
"He loved you," Amanda said rubbing Jury's back, "Just be safe ok. Those girls are going to need their Uncle Cory."
Jury gave his best smile and kisses Amanda on the forehead before mounting the bike, "I'll be back as soon as I can."
Firing the bike up Jury puts on his deceased brothers riding glasses and pulls away. Amanda remains watching him go when Victor joins her, "Where is he off too?"
"Said he needed to clear his head," she talked with a quivering lip and tears fresh from her already red swollen eyes pour down, "Think he'll be ok?"
"I've seen that boy bounce back from everything, from his lowest he always pulls back," Victors voice cracks a little but he puts a arm of comfort around Amanda's shoulder, "But this I don't know if he will."
WISH YOU WERE HERE
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.[/b]
The ride had helped a little, the thick blackness was just fog now in Jury's head, and the fog was only questions that could ever be answered. God had once been their ally and now Jury found himself asking day in and day out, why? Why now? Why Judge? Was their a reason? Had Judge used God's word for wrongness? Was he smited for that? Taken from his daughters and brother as a reminder that even those who preach the good word can be taken without warning?
Hope felt dead. Jury felt his heart was empty and cold. So far he'd only reconnected with Julie and his own daughter, now 2 and joyful. It'd been a lot of work to gain her trust but Jury couldn't go on in life without trying to be there for them after this big life lesson handed down from the big man.
The headstone was a beautiful black marble one with a picture of a rare time when Judge was only happiness and not bitter hate for the sinning of man kind. PCW management had help pay for it and their flowers of black roses were the only decorations left behind. Jury stood at the foot his hands in his hoodie pocket fighting for heat in the numbing cold of winter. His thought train was interrupted by a black car pulling up, Detective Dre. The big man lumbers slowly out of the car pulling his black trench coat around him giving a respectful nod, "Mr. Steel."
"Detective Dre," he extended his hand and they shook, "So how goes the investigation?"
"I don't want to coat anything in sugar but Nathan is clean," Dre stands beside Jury lighting a cigarette, "Your brothers heart attack was a mixture of stress and pain killers. Whatever was in those pins that Nathan poked your brother with wasn't the cause."
Jury was silent for the longest time shuffling from foot to foot, "Ok. Thank you Dre but I'll handle things from here on out."
"Look don't seek trouble when their is none friend," Dres tone was serious, "Don't bring troublr to yourself that you don't need because I will do my job friend."
Jury looks up at Dre with a straight face, "I have a job myself to do but don't worry I won't bring trouble that ain't been brought already."
Without another word Jury walks away towards his bike. Revenge? Was that what he was feeling? Jury couldn't feel right now but it felt like the best place to start.
The ride back to the Compound settled him down. Inside he found Amanda with the kids sitting at the club table as they played around her but when she saw him she rushed from her seat and into his arms, "Where have you been?"
"I met with Dre to see where they were on the investigation," he hugged her back but what happened next caught him off guard when Amanda pulled him in kissing him. It wasn't just a kiss it had passion behind it, she traced his jaw line back into his hair, and she pulled him closer in as if trying to merge them together as one. Jury returned it only for a second before pushing her back, "What that hell?"
Amanda had guilt in her eyes and mass confusion, "Oh God I don't know! I'm sorry girls come on."
The girls followed Amanda out leaving Jury alone with his confusion and burning anger. Why did she do that? Was it grieving?
"Everything ok Jury?" Victor came in looking back out at Amanda who had clearly left crying. Jury shrugged, "I honestly don't fucking know."
They both sat down at the table but Victor grabs a bottle of Jack and two glasses, "So I heard you're going back?"
Jury pours himself a full glass and downs it before pouring them both one, "Yup seems like that's the plan."
"You ready?" Victor asks sipping his Jack.
"I guess as much as one can," Jury sips and shrugs, "They don't care if I do or don't supposedly our religious heretic has put a few burns on asses that be. One's dead and one feels dead inside."
"I'm sorry Cory," Vctors voice cracks and he puts a hand in Jury's, "This pain you have I can't heal it. The loss, the void, and sorrow of you and those girls is pitiful to watch but your brother would want you to carry on. Protect and be there for those girls. Get in that ring anf be that fiery sword your brother was arming you with."
"I want Nathan," Jury sounded cold but honest, "I want his fucking heaf on a pike! He isn't of this world and will escape his due justice unless I get my hands around his throat."
"You'll have to build back up to that," Victor refills both their glasses, "PCW isn't going to give him to you and he isn't going to waltz into your hands either. Take your time and let that dish get cold brother."
"I know," Jury sounded defeated but with a plan, "But I want him to suffer in other ways before I finish him off. I have ways of doing that too. Starting with his little buddy Q."
"Indeed, that is who your return match is with?" Victor sounded intrigued.
"It is and I'm going to hurt him," Jury chuckles, "wait not hurt. I am going to destroy him and lay him at the feet of Nathan. I am going to destroy his world and when he's ready to submit..."
Jury simply made a cut throat taunt, "I'll lob his fucking head back to Narinia."
Victor sits back in his chair raising his glass, "Wish he was here to watch!"
"Aman," Jury replied and they clashed their glasses.
Collision Course '15 and the days that followed...
"Jesus it's hot back here," Judge moaned clutching at his chest and wiping sweat from abov his brow. Victor was beside the big man checking his pulse, "You feeling ok Judge? That pulse of yours is kicking."
Jury sat down across from his brother with concern etched on his face, "Yeah and you are as pale as the moon brother."
"Ah its adrenaline left over from that match," Judge tries to sound cool but he grunts out in pain, "We were so fucking close! But we left it all out there didn't we?"
Jury just grunted, "We did and we are from finished with them. They need to be knocked down a peg."
Judge stands up patting his brother on the soulder, "Soon bubby soon, you did great tonight."
Judge walks away towards the shower but stops, "Damn it is hotter than Hell in here!"
Without another word and one step Judge hits the ground hard. Victor is quick to Judge's side and Jury yells loudly, "Medic I need a medic in here now!"
....
The casket was solid black with gray fading out the edges. Jury sat in a chair at the head of the casket in his black suit, head down, and a bottle of Jack in one hand. Judge's passing was so quick and unexpected but the pain reflected from this loss weighed heavily on Jury when he saw the twins Judge left behind.
They played at his feet, but their emotions were light and joy was was absent in them both. Gracie looks up at Jury tears lining the bottom of her eyes, "Why can't daddy come back? Its been to long already."
Jury couldn't hold it back amy longer and tears burst from his eyes as well. He pulls them both into his arms and they all three sob loudly alone in the funeral parlor.
...
"So where are you going now?" Amanda asked as Jury packed his brothers bikes saddle bags. He only shrugged, "No clue but I got to clear my head and figure this out. I can't fill the void of this for you, the girls, or even me."
"He loved you," Amanda said rubbing Jury's back, "Just be safe ok. Those girls are going to need their Uncle Cory."
Jury gave his best smile and kisses Amanda on the forehead before mounting the bike, "I'll be back as soon as I can."
Firing the bike up Jury puts on his deceased brothers riding glasses and pulls away. Amanda remains watching him go when Victor joins her, "Where is he off too?"
"Said he needed to clear his head," she talked with a quivering lip and tears fresh from her already red swollen eyes pour down, "Think he'll be ok?"
"I've seen that boy bounce back from everything, from his lowest he always pulls back," Victors voice cracks a little but he puts a arm of comfort around Amanda's shoulder, "But this I don't know if he will."
WISH YOU WERE HERE
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.[/b]
The ride had helped a little, the thick blackness was just fog now in Jury's head, and the fog was only questions that could ever be answered. God had once been their ally and now Jury found himself asking day in and day out, why? Why now? Why Judge? Was their a reason? Had Judge used God's word for wrongness? Was he smited for that? Taken from his daughters and brother as a reminder that even those who preach the good word can be taken without warning?
Hope felt dead. Jury felt his heart was empty and cold. So far he'd only reconnected with Julie and his own daughter, now 2 and joyful. It'd been a lot of work to gain her trust but Jury couldn't go on in life without trying to be there for them after this big life lesson handed down from the big man.
The headstone was a beautiful black marble one with a picture of a rare time when Judge was only happiness and not bitter hate for the sinning of man kind. PCW management had help pay for it and their flowers of black roses were the only decorations left behind. Jury stood at the foot his hands in his hoodie pocket fighting for heat in the numbing cold of winter. His thought train was interrupted by a black car pulling up, Detective Dre. The big man lumbers slowly out of the car pulling his black trench coat around him giving a respectful nod, "Mr. Steel."
"Detective Dre," he extended his hand and they shook, "So how goes the investigation?"
"I don't want to coat anything in sugar but Nathan is clean," Dre stands beside Jury lighting a cigarette, "Your brothers heart attack was a mixture of stress and pain killers. Whatever was in those pins that Nathan poked your brother with wasn't the cause."
Jury was silent for the longest time shuffling from foot to foot, "Ok. Thank you Dre but I'll handle things from here on out."
"Look don't seek trouble when their is none friend," Dres tone was serious, "Don't bring troublr to yourself that you don't need because I will do my job friend."
Jury looks up at Dre with a straight face, "I have a job myself to do but don't worry I won't bring trouble that ain't been brought already."
Without another word Jury walks away towards his bike. Revenge? Was that what he was feeling? Jury couldn't feel right now but it felt like the best place to start.
The ride back to the Compound settled him down. Inside he found Amanda with the kids sitting at the club table as they played around her but when she saw him she rushed from her seat and into his arms, "Where have you been?"
"I met with Dre to see where they were on the investigation," he hugged her back but what happened next caught him off guard when Amanda pulled him in kissing him. It wasn't just a kiss it had passion behind it, she traced his jaw line back into his hair, and she pulled him closer in as if trying to merge them together as one. Jury returned it only for a second before pushing her back, "What that hell?"
Amanda had guilt in her eyes and mass confusion, "Oh God I don't know! I'm sorry girls come on."
The girls followed Amanda out leaving Jury alone with his confusion and burning anger. Why did she do that? Was it grieving?
"Everything ok Jury?" Victor came in looking back out at Amanda who had clearly left crying. Jury shrugged, "I honestly don't fucking know."
They both sat down at the table but Victor grabs a bottle of Jack and two glasses, "So I heard you're going back?"
Jury pours himself a full glass and downs it before pouring them both one, "Yup seems like that's the plan."
"You ready?" Victor asks sipping his Jack.
"I guess as much as one can," Jury sips and shrugs, "They don't care if I do or don't supposedly our religious heretic has put a few burns on asses that be. One's dead and one feels dead inside."
"I'm sorry Cory," Vctors voice cracks and he puts a hand in Jury's, "This pain you have I can't heal it. The loss, the void, and sorrow of you and those girls is pitiful to watch but your brother would want you to carry on. Protect and be there for those girls. Get in that ring anf be that fiery sword your brother was arming you with."
"I want Nathan," Jury sounded cold but honest, "I want his fucking heaf on a pike! He isn't of this world and will escape his due justice unless I get my hands around his throat."
"You'll have to build back up to that," Victor refills both their glasses, "PCW isn't going to give him to you and he isn't going to waltz into your hands either. Take your time and let that dish get cold brother."
"I know," Jury sounded defeated but with a plan, "But I want him to suffer in other ways before I finish him off. I have ways of doing that too. Starting with his little buddy Q."
"Indeed, that is who your return match is with?" Victor sounded intrigued.
"It is and I'm going to hurt him," Jury chuckles, "wait not hurt. I am going to destroy him and lay him at the feet of Nathan. I am going to destroy his world and when he's ready to submit..."
Jury simply made a cut throat taunt, "I'll lob his fucking head back to Narinia."
Victor sits back in his chair raising his glass, "Wish he was here to watch!"
"Aman," Jury replied and they clashed their glasses.