Post by Sami Hazard on Jul 13, 2008 21:36:14 GMT -5
Spider steps out of a white beat up onto some grass truck in a black suit, his hair tied back, and a cleanly shaven face.
He starts walking in an empty field of grass, very slowly. He has a face as hard as stone.
He approaches a few grave stones. He walks past one row, two rows, three rows, they get smaller as he goes back. Until he reaches a row that the stones are so small, they don't come out of the ground. He walks a few more rows. He walks into the row and knees down to look at the stone. He brushes off some grass. It reads
Spider reached into his pocket. He pulls out a picture of Ashley, his girlfriend and former manager. He put it on the headstone very slowly and carefully. He reached in again and pulled out a blank piece of paper about 3x3. He pulled out a pen and began to write.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you
I never treated you like you deserve
Our last few days were our worst
I hope one day I will join you
-M.
Spider slowly gets up and turns around. He double takes for a few seconds. But, then turns around and then walks away. As he walks back towards his car, the picture and piece of paper he left on the head stone start to slowly blow away. He keeps walking, he reaches the empty field of grass again. He stopped to look back at the stone, it was too far to see anything, he turned around and started back to his car. Once he finally reached the car, he went around to the drivers' side and started the car. He started driving and released a high sigh. He drove for a few minutes until the car reached a stop and pulled over. He got out of the car and walked into the building.
He sat in a folding chair next to another folding chair. A moment later a bald man with tattoos all over his body. He took a seat next to Spider
Man: Sooo, What's it gonna be big guy?
Spider: swallows for a few seconds... the letters A, B and S and the inside of my left wrist.
Spider give him his wrist and rolls up the sleeve of his suit showing other tattoos but, the inside of his wrist was empty, the artist applied the ink and took out the needle
Man: Are you sure?
Spider (hoarsly): Yeah
He turned on the needle and started going at it Spider, showing no emotion.
Once he was done Spider pulled some cash out his pocket and handed it to the guy and walked out without a word
He walked into the car again and started driving.
ing, ing, ing Hostile came on
Spider: crap!!!
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone
Spider: What!
Spider: Ok
Spider: Yeah
Spider: What?!?!
Spider: I'm wrestling a chick!?!?
Spider: What the , dude.
Spider: K, bye.
Spider: Motheringpieceofcrap!!!!
Spider angrily drove back to his "home" and pulled into his "driveway" which was more cracked than an old ladies' face
He got out of the car, opened his front door and walked in. He walked into is room and got undressed out of his suit and into his boxers he threw his suit towards the laundry basket but, he missed. He untied his hair and walked towards his dresser. He pulled out an inside out Anthrax shirt and put it on as it is.
He walked down to the kitchen table where there was a pad of paper. He pulled it towards him and picked up a pen off the floor. He started writing.
Things Ashley said not to do
- Stop Wrestling
- Change my personality (yeah, because it's sooo good)
- Get a tattoo of her?
- cut my hair (and if I did, grow a beard to make up for it until it grows bakc)
Spider tore the sheet off the pad and walked towards the fridge, he opened it, and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels, he then grabbed a piece of tape and pinned up the sheet he wrote on
He starts walking in an empty field of grass, very slowly. He has a face as hard as stone.
He approaches a few grave stones. He walks past one row, two rows, three rows, they get smaller as he goes back. Until he reaches a row that the stones are so small, they don't come out of the ground. He walks a few more rows. He walks into the row and knees down to look at the stone. He brushes off some grass. It reads
ABS
1985 - 2008
1985 - 2008
Spider reached into his pocket. He pulls out a picture of Ashley, his girlfriend and former manager. He put it on the headstone very slowly and carefully. He reached in again and pulled out a blank piece of paper about 3x3. He pulled out a pen and began to write.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you
I never treated you like you deserve
Our last few days were our worst
I hope one day I will join you
-M.
Spider slowly gets up and turns around. He double takes for a few seconds. But, then turns around and then walks away. As he walks back towards his car, the picture and piece of paper he left on the head stone start to slowly blow away. He keeps walking, he reaches the empty field of grass again. He stopped to look back at the stone, it was too far to see anything, he turned around and started back to his car. Once he finally reached the car, he went around to the drivers' side and started the car. He started driving and released a high sigh. He drove for a few minutes until the car reached a stop and pulled over. He got out of the car and walked into the building.
He sat in a folding chair next to another folding chair. A moment later a bald man with tattoos all over his body. He took a seat next to Spider
Man: Sooo, What's it gonna be big guy?
Spider: swallows for a few seconds... the letters A, B and S and the inside of my left wrist.
Spider give him his wrist and rolls up the sleeve of his suit showing other tattoos but, the inside of his wrist was empty, the artist applied the ink and took out the needle
Man: Are you sure?
Spider (hoarsly): Yeah
He turned on the needle and started going at it Spider, showing no emotion.
Once he was done Spider pulled some cash out his pocket and handed it to the guy and walked out without a word
He walked into the car again and started driving.
ing, ing, ing Hostile came on
Spider: crap!!!
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone
Spider: What!
Spider: Ok
Spider: Yeah
Spider: What?!?!
Spider: I'm wrestling a chick!?!?
Spider: What the , dude.
Spider: K, bye.
Spider: Motheringpieceofcrap!!!!
Spider angrily drove back to his "home" and pulled into his "driveway" which was more cracked than an old ladies' face
He got out of the car, opened his front door and walked in. He walked into is room and got undressed out of his suit and into his boxers he threw his suit towards the laundry basket but, he missed. He untied his hair and walked towards his dresser. He pulled out an inside out Anthrax shirt and put it on as it is.
He walked down to the kitchen table where there was a pad of paper. He pulled it towards him and picked up a pen off the floor. He started writing.
Things Ashley said not to do
- Stop Wrestling
- Change my personality (yeah, because it's sooo good)
- cut my hair (and if I did, grow a beard to make up for it until it grows bakc)
Spider tore the sheet off the pad and walked towards the fridge, he opened it, and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels, he then grabbed a piece of tape and pinned up the sheet he wrote on