Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 13:50:58 GMT -5
No sooner was his match over, he left the ring and went directly to his truck. No interview, no curtain call, nothing. All of that paled in comparison to what he had in his truck. His father had arrived earlier babbling about people out to get him and everyone else in the family. Deuce thought it was some psycho-babble bullshit he picked up during his time in prison. Or perhaps his old man had pissed off the wrong people, and now those bad people are now trying to pick up their markers in blood rather than money. Either way, he needed answers.
Mod got into the cab, and looked inside of the trunk he normally reserved for his clothes to see if his old man was in there. He was, and he was still out like the fat girl in dodgeball. Satisfied, he shut the trunk and locked it back up again. He settled into his seat and turned the key, and all the heating vents kick on and the glow plugs start warming up. After a few moments, he presses a button and the Volvo fires up. The vents are now kicking out some serious heat, and Deuce reaches into his cooler, pulling out a bottle of water. He drains the bottle with the squeeze of his hand, tossing the crushed bottle behind him before putting the truck in gear. He rolls out of the Staples Center, leaving the broken body of raYne behind as he does...
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Several minutes later, the truck pulls up to a Wyndham. He turns off the engine, but leaves the generator going as he opens up the trunk. His father was still unconscious, but after a few shakes and a splash of water on his face, his old man was awake once again. Immediately, the old man starts to struggle, until he realizes that he is not restrained in any way. He looks at Deuce, and says...
Old Man: Where are we?
Mod: We're still in LA, but in the truck. So who the fuck is after us?
Old Man: Hunters. They're after you and me. They're probably going to get your brother in prison, if they haven't done so already.
Mod: First of all, what are these Hunters you're talking about. And why the fuck would they be after us?
The old man falls silent, but Deuce still looks at him awaiting answers. Deuce then says...
Mod: Look, you can sit there all night, because now I have all night. But you're going to tell me why you almost ruined my night after coming to the arena and talking like a mad man. And how the fuck did you get here out of thin air?
Old Man: Look, it's a long story...
Mod: And like I said, I've got all night.
Old Man: Alrighty then... Well, for me, it started before I was even born. Hell, we can go back and say it started when the world was created...
And at this point, the old man recites how the Earth was formed, and during the formation of the Earth, how not only humans, but other species of intelligent humanoids were formed. As they battled for supremacy, some were wiped from the planet entirely, while others became monstrous figures known in story books, such as the more common vampires, werewolves, ghosts, shifters, demons, angels, and fallen gods. Mod listens, though he finds all of this preposterous.
The old man continues, stating that Homo sapiens manage to win as the dominant species. While the weakest of all the races physically, they proved to have a spirit and intelligence about them that allows them to overcome the monsters that plagued the Earth during its infancy. However, remnants of these monsters survived these early wars, and went underground in the process. During this time, other species that were not eliminated, but rather helped the Homo sapiens win, became revered, forming the concept of Gods. At first, these gods gained power through the favor of humans, being waited on hand and foot in return for their wisdom in certain aspects of life, whether that wisdom was on the subject of war, birth, death, or even planting crops. Eventually, these "living Gods" passed on, but their wisdom, through spoken or written word, was passed down by those closest to his followers. As a result of literally hundreds to thousands of followers, these individuals were not allowed to pass on to the Otherworld, instead forever being attached to Earth as spirits. These spirits would sometimes find those of like intelligence and physical stature and latch on, later creating the foundation for Prophets. Some of these Prophets eventually attained Godhood in time, while others are forever attached to the Gods that they represented during their lifetime.
However, it was in the nature of the Gods, both while alive and in the Afterlife to constantly war with each other. In some cases, such as the Titans and the Olympians, they fought for supremacy over the entire population they represented. In this case, the people turned their back on the Titans, who had began to view their followers in contempt. The Olympians were able to defeat the Titans through this favor, as Zeus struck down each and every single Titan...
...or so he and everyone else thought.
Just like the creatures named before, the surviving remnants went underground to further avoid extermination. These Titans made the choice to become mortal once again, and used what last amount of deity power they had to make it so. They became mortal, took on husbands and wives, and procreated to continue the survival of this line.
However, as with any other monster, they were fiercely hunted with the purpose of exterminating the line. This was dictated by the Olympian gods to prevent a possible uprising. The Titans, after all, were divine creatures capable of doing real harm to these Gods. The Olympians gave these human Hunters the knowledge to topple these living Titans, though later on in time, this same information was used to topple the Olympians...
Mod: This is all interesting, but what the fuck does this all have to do with us getting hunted?
Old Man: (sigh) What I'm saying is that you are one of these creatures. You are a descendant of Titans.
Mod: Yeah, okay. That's just silly. So what are you? A living God? Or was that Mom? I mean, can Gods get cancer?
Old Man: None of the above. Your Mom and I are not your real parents. We were forced to kill them years ago.
Mod: ...
Old Man: Your Mom and I were Hunters. Well, not so much Hunters, but we provided assistance in the form of vehicles and knowledge of mythical creatures.
Mod: Okay, so what happened to Mom and Lars?
Old Man: Mom died of cancer. And Lars was killed with a silver bullet. He was a shapechanger.
Mod: So are Mats and Sean so-called "creatures" as well?
Old Man: Mats is. Lars and Mats are brothers we found during a raid. We took them in after killing a shapechanger that was robbing several stores and banks in Dearborn. Sean is our only blood child, and that was a shot in the dark. We were told that we could never have children. Well, the whole Agent Orange thing, and Mom had a few issues as well.
Mod: So what were my parents doing?
Old Man: They were eating people in an effort to regain divine power.
Mod: Gross! Seriously?
Old Man: Well, we took you in, and boy you were a handful! You destroyed most of our furniture the first month we had you! One time...
Mod: Get to the part where we're being hunted.
Old Man: Right. Well, when we took all of you in, we did it in secrecy under the guise of legal adoption. None of our fellow Hunters caught wind of this until after your Mom died. In some misguided attempt to throw off any potential hunters in your lives, she put out a "Do Not Touch" list on the three of you. Of course, little known to us, Lars was knocking off stores in the same fashion that his parents were. Mats was jacking cars and running chop shops. You were the only one that was leading a normal life.
However, not all the Hunters got the memo, or they did, and decided that you're dangerous enough to warrant killing, anyways. After all, not all Hunters are friendly with each other.
Mod: So being a Titan, is that the reason why I'm the size I am? With acromegaly and all of that?
Old Man: Your father had it, but your mom didn't, even though she was quite large in her own right. It must be a hit or miss thing.
Mod: Now what about reactions? Most people see me and...
Old Man: Well, that's just about anybody that's tall and imposing. Even if you weren't a Titan but you were this size, I'm sure you'd still draw the looks.
Mod: So what about those times I was attacked?
Old Man: You were shot with a silver bullet, but most people don't know how to take down a Titan. The knife was the same thing. But most of that information came from myself and your mom, in an effort to protect you. The real way to take down a Titan is with...
Mod: I know how. I found out when I was in college. Doing security, I had to do a few classes on some of the weapons. Most people my size, a taser doesn't affect them, but I dropped like a stone at the low setting.
Old Man: Wow! Hey, earlier before...
Mod: That's why I lost it earlier. I know already just what it does to me.
Old Man: I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Even if I did hit you with it, in hindsight, how the fuck was I going to get you out of the building? With a forklift?
Both of them have a chuckle at the situation, but the conversation turns to a more serious note, as Mod says...
Mod: So what do we do about Mats? And the Hunters?
Old Man: Mats is on his own. He broke the code and is now fair game. You, however...
Mod: Well, after this last Pay Per View, I'm known. It would be kind of dumb to come after me. Hunter or not, they are not going to get away with what everyone else on the planet would see as murder. I think we stick to the road and this wrestling. And maybe we can start hunting.
The old man scoffs at the suggestion, saying...
Old Man: I'm getting too old for this shit. And you? They'd see for miles away.
Mod: What about Sean?
Old Man: No! Absofuckinglutely not! I got dragged into this whole hunting business after Vietnam by my old man, and I'll be damned if I subject ANY of my sons to it. Hell, I don't even want to hear out of you anymore business about hunting.
Mod: But we've got to get this heat off of us somehow. What better way than to take out some bad guys to give us some credibility?
Old Man: I see your point, but I'm pushing 70 and not getting any younger. You are the size of a house, and any monster worth their salt will know you for what you are. Sean is out of the question. Do not bring him up ever again.
Mod: Well, what about someone sympathetic to our cause and a little younger?
Old Man: Look, I've been blacklisted. Most credible hunters would kill me just as fast as you. They called our house "The Monster Factory" for crying out loud.
Mod: Well, we've got to do something! Sitting around for some half-assed Audie Murphy wannabe to off us is not my idea of a good time. Can we at least start arming ourselves? Get some garlic and cloves for the vampires, and some silver bullets for the wolves?
The old man chuckles at this, but says...
Old Man: I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get ourselves some protection. But garlic cloves? What are you hunting? Pizza?
Mod: Its not like I've ever hunted anything before. You're the expert on all this shit.
Old Man: Well, I'll learn you on how to protect yourself, but not under any circumstance do you go after these monsters. You understand?
Mod nodded his head, but lets face it, you think Mod is going to sit down on something like this?
He supposedly played at being the hero in WCF. The fans have spoken on that matter. But this was the chance to be a "real" hero. To take out all those things that go bump in the night! And in the process, they can lose all of this bad press they got from the Hunter community. Mod had already had two attempts on his life and didn't even know it, he was not going to be caught unaware ever again.
