Post by The New Breed Foundation on Mar 23, 2013 22:39:22 GMT -5
“What kind of chair?”
Who uses a phone number as a screen name anyway? I mean... unless it's 867-5309-E-INE. Gawd!
Mass Destruction 3 – Episode 1
Looking into the Mirror: an SSP Tale...
Friday, March 15th. Evening in Jacksonville, Florida.
Hotel Room Interior, standard and dull in every way.
Sebastian St. Paul sits at the plain wooden table in a plain wooden chair staring blankly outside through a huge window. The brown threadbare curtains are pushed to one side to let in the light of the last rays of sun as it escapes for another long deserved nap over the horizon. He is wrapped in a thick deep blue robe, and his mouth is slightly agape. Pitiful is a word that comes to mind.
“Are you sure we did the right thing, Owen?” whispers Darina, seated on the bed, on the far side of the room. “Maybe we should have left him in the hospital until the doctors could figure out how to snap him out of this?”
“Rina... you heard 'em. This is all on him. Either he wants to come out of it or he doesn't. The way I figure it, if he is going to have a chance to snap out of this before Trauma next week, he can't sit in that room and have a bunch of people poke and prod at him. He needs to be out here, with us.” he says confidently, even though his mind was a flurry of doubt. “Besides... I have a plan.” he smirks.
“Owen... I love you, but your plans are horrible. You haven't come up wit...” she begins as she looks over her shoulder across the room. Owen grabs her other shoulder and turns her to face him, abruptly interrupting her hilarious... yet condescending... remark about this time when...
“Look. Boss is down and it's just you and me now, OK? Sebastian would expect me to figure this out and get all of us out in one piece. You know he would. I'm not about to let him down. If you have any ideas at all on how to snap him out of this and fast, then let's hear it? Otherwise, the only thing I know is to surround him with familiar things. I figure we take him out in the truck and ride around like we're workin' a case, maybe even stop at some of our favorite spots to pop off some rounds...” he says excitedly sounding hopeful. “I know it's been a while since we went huntin', but maybe it'll be the thing he needs to get it together, ya' know?”
“I don't have any ideas, Owen... not for THIS. I just want to help him get better. I was just worried...” she starts to panic a bit, Owen's words a bit harsher than her fragile state was prepared for.
“Rina... look. I don't know what to do for him either. I'm scared to death he won't ever come out of it, and he'll be this way forever. I just know that Sebastian wouldn't want to be sittin' in that damned hospital with all those doctors tryin' to fix him and I'll be damned if I'm about to let him go through that.” Owen demands sadly, the anger at the situation frustrating him to no end.
“I know. I know he wouldn't. You're right... I hate it... but you're right, Owen.” she says sadly, resigned to the fact that there is so little they can do to make things better, and the time is only slipping away faster as the days wear on to Trauma 130.
“OK... so why don't you take a shower real quick and I'm going to go grab a bucket of ice. When you're done we'll get going?” Owen asks her as he heads towards the door with the plastic bucket provided in the room.
“OK, Owen. No problem. They'll see. It won't be long and Sebastian will be back to his old self again.” Darina says as Owen's hope seeps into her, his infectious emotion seemingly all that's keeping her from cracking up over the whole thing. Darina hugs Sebastian on he way towards the bathroom with a hand full of clothes and closes the door behind her after Owen makes his way outside and down the hall.
After a few moments of silence, Sebastian, who's gaze never left the beauty of the falling sun as it dipped below the horizon, now stands from his chair for the first time in two days. He moves slowly, his joints stiff and achy, but move he does... right out the hotel room door and down the hallway the other direction from where Owen moseyed on off to.
Sebastian wanders down the hall waiting to regain feeling in his legs, but unsure in his foggy state if he will know the difference if he can feel them or not. With his mind allowing his legs to help himself escape the four walls of the room he had been in for a while now, his eyes still stare off blankly as he makes good on his getaway.
The scene fades back to the room minutes later as Owen unlocks the hotel room door and goes inside. From behind the door, we can hear Owen scream out, “Sebastian! Where the hell did he go?”
The scene fades back to Sebastian as he makes his way, numbly, downstairs to the ground floor. He finds an outside door, and pushes the heavy metal-framed portal until it allows him freedom to the world. Once outside, Sebastian wanders into the night on his own with a mind lost to the universe inside himself.
Why couldn't he just listen to me? He knows I wouldn't tell him not to do something he felt was right unless I had a really good reason. I told him John was dangerous, and he went out there anyway. He was always doing shit his own way and getting himself into trouble. If that dumb ass would have just listen to me for a change, and waited for ME to talk to John... it would have been... I know it wouldn't have gone... Christ Charlie! Look what you went and got yourself into, boy. I can't bail you out of this one this time, son.
Sebastian makes his way down the winding driveway from the hotel out towards the road, a massive six lane expressway surrounded on all sides by strip malls and restaurants. Somewhere in his journey, he has slipped out of his deep blue robe, and now is wandering aimlessly near a busy freeway... in the dark... in a pair of gym shorts... completely whacked out of his mind.
What am I going to do about John? He'll never admit that he did it. I can't prove that he did it. There were no witnesses, and the cops said he had an alibi for the night Charles... the night he...
Sebastian finally succumbs to his emotional turmoil. After days of numbness taking over his entire being, the pain of it all begins to sink in, and SSP sits down hard on the curb at the side of the road as cars whiz by him at breakneck speeds. Moments pass as Sebastian rests his forehead on his arms stretched across his bent knees, and his shoulders begin to heave as he sobs. The tears sting his face as they roll down his cheeks and drop onto the concrete below. It is the first real feeling he has had since that morning...
I can't just go on like nothing happened. I could never live with myself if I didn't do SOMETHING... but what? What the fuck do I even begin to do about this? If I kill him, then I just go to jail, while I don't really care what happens to ME... what about Darina and Owen? What ABOUT Darina and Owen? If I don't do something before they get the bright idea to go ask John some more questions... he could kill them too!
Frantically, his mind races through his options as he sits on the side of the road, oblivious to the world around him. Suddenly, as if possessed, Sebastian shoots to his feet and starts pacing the road side as a car swerves away from him, afraid he might jump out into the street. The car blares his horn at SSP, but he is lost to his own world of plot twists and treachery and continues to pace on, deaf to the drivers' ire. As he wanders back and forth, lost in his own bubble of emotions and grief, he plays scenarios over and over in his mind, trying to figure out the right one so he decide this thing once and for all.
I need to find Victor. Victor can tell me where John has been hiding out so I can just go confront him about it myself.
As this thought crosses his mind, a car horn shakes him from his dreamlike state back into reality. As he paced by the roadside, considering is courses of action, he had inadvertently marched himself right into the highway. As soon as his foot hit the pavement, the cars horn started to blare and the tires squealed their fury as the driver tries to stop too short and swerves into the next lane. Traffic reacts wildly as cars and trucks change direction swiftly, attempting to avoid the rest of the disaster just waiting to happen. Sebastian jumps, falling backwards over the curb as he screams at the traffic.
“OK... I get it. I understand. I told you the same thing Charlie and you didn't listen to me either. Look where it got you. You're right, I need to play this whole thing smart...I need to build the case.” Sebastian says out loud, the first words in days to pass his lips. He looks up into the sky as the cars pass quickly, traffic finally back to normal on the busy road.
“I can't let myself get caught up in the mess of it all and wind up in jail over you, can I? I can't help either of us if I am behind bars. The first thing I have to do is find the copy of the files you pulled off of the XWF Mainframe for John. I know that you hid them somewhere, I just have to be smart enough to figure out where...” he says to himself contemplating the mystery before him as he watches the traffic pass by him by once more.
The lights flash by so fast. They remind me of you... the brightest little bulb I have ever seen. Now... all I have to remember you by is when I close my eyes and I can see that lingering reminder... that image of things you remember but haven't seen in a long time... the fuzzy noises and faint whiffs of smells that bring me back to a time when you were still right here. I'm going to miss you Charlie. I promise you I'm going to make it right. I'm going to figure this all out and I swear to you son... I'm going to make you proud of me the way I was always proud of you. I love you Charles. I wish my son would have been half the man you turned out to be, and I'm glad you stole my truck. Goodbye my friend. This world is a dimmer place for it's loss but now, I can see Heaven shines like a Beacon.
Tears streak down his face unchecked. They flow freely and he is proud of them. The tears of grief for a man who had such a profound effect on his life were not tears of shame. They were a badge of honor, earned by loving someone as deeply as he had come to love the man he thought of as a son. He would be mourned and he would be missed, but most of all, there would be hell to pay.
We see Darina and Owen running towards Sebastian in a panic as the scene begins to grow farther and farther away. The three embrace lovingly, joy and hope for the future full in their hearts in the wake of their tragic loss as the scene fades to black.
Who uses a phone number as a screen name anyway? I mean... unless it's 867-5309-E-INE. Gawd!
Mass Destruction 3 – Episode 1
Looking into the Mirror: an SSP Tale...
Friday, March 15th. Evening in Jacksonville, Florida.
Hotel Room Interior, standard and dull in every way.
Sebastian St. Paul sits at the plain wooden table in a plain wooden chair staring blankly outside through a huge window. The brown threadbare curtains are pushed to one side to let in the light of the last rays of sun as it escapes for another long deserved nap over the horizon. He is wrapped in a thick deep blue robe, and his mouth is slightly agape. Pitiful is a word that comes to mind.
“Are you sure we did the right thing, Owen?” whispers Darina, seated on the bed, on the far side of the room. “Maybe we should have left him in the hospital until the doctors could figure out how to snap him out of this?”
“Rina... you heard 'em. This is all on him. Either he wants to come out of it or he doesn't. The way I figure it, if he is going to have a chance to snap out of this before Trauma next week, he can't sit in that room and have a bunch of people poke and prod at him. He needs to be out here, with us.” he says confidently, even though his mind was a flurry of doubt. “Besides... I have a plan.” he smirks.
“Owen... I love you, but your plans are horrible. You haven't come up wit...” she begins as she looks over her shoulder across the room. Owen grabs her other shoulder and turns her to face him, abruptly interrupting her hilarious... yet condescending... remark about this time when...
“Look. Boss is down and it's just you and me now, OK? Sebastian would expect me to figure this out and get all of us out in one piece. You know he would. I'm not about to let him down. If you have any ideas at all on how to snap him out of this and fast, then let's hear it? Otherwise, the only thing I know is to surround him with familiar things. I figure we take him out in the truck and ride around like we're workin' a case, maybe even stop at some of our favorite spots to pop off some rounds...” he says excitedly sounding hopeful. “I know it's been a while since we went huntin', but maybe it'll be the thing he needs to get it together, ya' know?”
“I don't have any ideas, Owen... not for THIS. I just want to help him get better. I was just worried...” she starts to panic a bit, Owen's words a bit harsher than her fragile state was prepared for.
“Rina... look. I don't know what to do for him either. I'm scared to death he won't ever come out of it, and he'll be this way forever. I just know that Sebastian wouldn't want to be sittin' in that damned hospital with all those doctors tryin' to fix him and I'll be damned if I'm about to let him go through that.” Owen demands sadly, the anger at the situation frustrating him to no end.
“I know. I know he wouldn't. You're right... I hate it... but you're right, Owen.” she says sadly, resigned to the fact that there is so little they can do to make things better, and the time is only slipping away faster as the days wear on to Trauma 130.
“OK... so why don't you take a shower real quick and I'm going to go grab a bucket of ice. When you're done we'll get going?” Owen asks her as he heads towards the door with the plastic bucket provided in the room.
“OK, Owen. No problem. They'll see. It won't be long and Sebastian will be back to his old self again.” Darina says as Owen's hope seeps into her, his infectious emotion seemingly all that's keeping her from cracking up over the whole thing. Darina hugs Sebastian on he way towards the bathroom with a hand full of clothes and closes the door behind her after Owen makes his way outside and down the hall.
After a few moments of silence, Sebastian, who's gaze never left the beauty of the falling sun as it dipped below the horizon, now stands from his chair for the first time in two days. He moves slowly, his joints stiff and achy, but move he does... right out the hotel room door and down the hallway the other direction from where Owen moseyed on off to.
Sebastian wanders down the hall waiting to regain feeling in his legs, but unsure in his foggy state if he will know the difference if he can feel them or not. With his mind allowing his legs to help himself escape the four walls of the room he had been in for a while now, his eyes still stare off blankly as he makes good on his getaway.
The scene fades back to the room minutes later as Owen unlocks the hotel room door and goes inside. From behind the door, we can hear Owen scream out, “Sebastian! Where the hell did he go?”
The scene fades back to Sebastian as he makes his way, numbly, downstairs to the ground floor. He finds an outside door, and pushes the heavy metal-framed portal until it allows him freedom to the world. Once outside, Sebastian wanders into the night on his own with a mind lost to the universe inside himself.
Why couldn't he just listen to me? He knows I wouldn't tell him not to do something he felt was right unless I had a really good reason. I told him John was dangerous, and he went out there anyway. He was always doing shit his own way and getting himself into trouble. If that dumb ass would have just listen to me for a change, and waited for ME to talk to John... it would have been... I know it wouldn't have gone... Christ Charlie! Look what you went and got yourself into, boy. I can't bail you out of this one this time, son.
Sebastian makes his way down the winding driveway from the hotel out towards the road, a massive six lane expressway surrounded on all sides by strip malls and restaurants. Somewhere in his journey, he has slipped out of his deep blue robe, and now is wandering aimlessly near a busy freeway... in the dark... in a pair of gym shorts... completely whacked out of his mind.
What am I going to do about John? He'll never admit that he did it. I can't prove that he did it. There were no witnesses, and the cops said he had an alibi for the night Charles... the night he...
Sebastian finally succumbs to his emotional turmoil. After days of numbness taking over his entire being, the pain of it all begins to sink in, and SSP sits down hard on the curb at the side of the road as cars whiz by him at breakneck speeds. Moments pass as Sebastian rests his forehead on his arms stretched across his bent knees, and his shoulders begin to heave as he sobs. The tears sting his face as they roll down his cheeks and drop onto the concrete below. It is the first real feeling he has had since that morning...
I can't just go on like nothing happened. I could never live with myself if I didn't do SOMETHING... but what? What the fuck do I even begin to do about this? If I kill him, then I just go to jail, while I don't really care what happens to ME... what about Darina and Owen? What ABOUT Darina and Owen? If I don't do something before they get the bright idea to go ask John some more questions... he could kill them too!
Frantically, his mind races through his options as he sits on the side of the road, oblivious to the world around him. Suddenly, as if possessed, Sebastian shoots to his feet and starts pacing the road side as a car swerves away from him, afraid he might jump out into the street. The car blares his horn at SSP, but he is lost to his own world of plot twists and treachery and continues to pace on, deaf to the drivers' ire. As he wanders back and forth, lost in his own bubble of emotions and grief, he plays scenarios over and over in his mind, trying to figure out the right one so he decide this thing once and for all.
I need to find Victor. Victor can tell me where John has been hiding out so I can just go confront him about it myself.
As this thought crosses his mind, a car horn shakes him from his dreamlike state back into reality. As he paced by the roadside, considering is courses of action, he had inadvertently marched himself right into the highway. As soon as his foot hit the pavement, the cars horn started to blare and the tires squealed their fury as the driver tries to stop too short and swerves into the next lane. Traffic reacts wildly as cars and trucks change direction swiftly, attempting to avoid the rest of the disaster just waiting to happen. Sebastian jumps, falling backwards over the curb as he screams at the traffic.
“OK... I get it. I understand. I told you the same thing Charlie and you didn't listen to me either. Look where it got you. You're right, I need to play this whole thing smart...I need to build the case.” Sebastian says out loud, the first words in days to pass his lips. He looks up into the sky as the cars pass quickly, traffic finally back to normal on the busy road.
“I can't let myself get caught up in the mess of it all and wind up in jail over you, can I? I can't help either of us if I am behind bars. The first thing I have to do is find the copy of the files you pulled off of the XWF Mainframe for John. I know that you hid them somewhere, I just have to be smart enough to figure out where...” he says to himself contemplating the mystery before him as he watches the traffic pass by him by once more.
The lights flash by so fast. They remind me of you... the brightest little bulb I have ever seen. Now... all I have to remember you by is when I close my eyes and I can see that lingering reminder... that image of things you remember but haven't seen in a long time... the fuzzy noises and faint whiffs of smells that bring me back to a time when you were still right here. I'm going to miss you Charlie. I promise you I'm going to make it right. I'm going to figure this all out and I swear to you son... I'm going to make you proud of me the way I was always proud of you. I love you Charles. I wish my son would have been half the man you turned out to be, and I'm glad you stole my truck. Goodbye my friend. This world is a dimmer place for it's loss but now, I can see Heaven shines like a Beacon.
Tears streak down his face unchecked. They flow freely and he is proud of them. The tears of grief for a man who had such a profound effect on his life were not tears of shame. They were a badge of honor, earned by loving someone as deeply as he had come to love the man he thought of as a son. He would be mourned and he would be missed, but most of all, there would be hell to pay.
We see Darina and Owen running towards Sebastian in a panic as the scene begins to grow farther and farther away. The three embrace lovingly, joy and hope for the future full in their hearts in the wake of their tragic loss as the scene fades to black.