大作(Epic)

[cVc™]

大作(Epic)

Louisville, Kentucky
Airport
1/15/2016
8:21 A.M.



The small Louisville airport is bustling this time of day. Chance Von Crank and Pixie Paradoxx walk towards the front. They caught the noon flight from Charlotte. The pair walk through the airport attempting in vain to not be recognized. Pixie ducks into a side bathroom suddenly while Crank screams his displeasure at her. Pixie hurries through the bathroom towards an empty stall with one hand covering her mouth. She makes it through the small stall door just before she pukes all over the toilet and floor. Pixie unloads on the toilet in a petrified daze. She wipes her mouth off and gasps, “Morning Sickness. Oh no.”

Pixie stands up quickly then stumbles towards the bathroom sink. She snatches her makeup bag from her small teddy bear backpack. Pixie uses a small wipe to clean off the makeup that ran down her face. She wipes it up and then quickly hurries to reapply new makeup before Chance gets angry. Paradoxx finds herself scared to death at the possibility of being pregnant again. “Chance won’t let you keep it. Just run.,” she mutters softly to herself.

After she reapplies her lip gloss she tosses her hair then reassures herself quietly in the mirror that she is not pregnant. “Everything is fine”. Chance beats on the door finally. Pixie blows herself a kiss in the mirror then rushes towards the exit.

“What took so long?” Chance asks as Pixie exits the bathroom.

“I’ve been holding that in since North Carolina. I had to pee real bad.” she replies softly.

Chance looks at her with real suspicion. She finally locks eyes with him to reassure him she’s telling the truth.

“Pix, how are we going to get to Harlan without a car?”

Pixie and cVc walk out the airports front door after the brief detour. They end up outside looking at a big parking lot with cars everywhere. Pixie takes hold of Chance’s hand before she answers his question.

“We aren’t going to Harlan. We have to see a special lady to straighten you out.”

Crank wrinkles the lines in his forehead with disapproval. “A special lady? You are one stupid bitch. We need to get back to North Carolina! Pix, how in the hell are we going to see any lady, let alone a special anyone without a ride?”

Pixie turns to Chance with a huge smile across her face. She reaches up and nudges Chance’s bandaged broken nose. He winces from the sharp pain but inevitably smiles back at Pixie.

“We got a ride… Look there she is now.”

Chance slowly turns to look in the direction Pixie is pointing. cVc finally notices his transgendered father standing alongside an electric car. Crank is now in complete shock. Hank Von Crank waves them over but Chance stands froze. Hank now has real implants but still has the adam’s apple. The sunlight shines through the sundress exposing a distinct outline of male genitals. Pixie stands froze beside Chance, now too scared to move. She has reason to be scared. Crank has not seen his father in person since he was 7 years old.

“Why would you do this? WHY!?” cVc screams wildly at Pixie.

Crank reluctantly walks towards the prius and Hank Von Crank. Pixie sighs with real relief. She smiles then takes off after Chance. Hank strong arms the bags quickly into the trunk while Chance just shakes his head in complete disgust. They all pile into the prius and Hank starts the car. Crank just leans against the passenger side window facing completely away from the driver. Chance looks out the window and just allows his mind to wonder. The loss he suffered mere days ago is still fresh in his mind. Being a loser and the sudden appearance by Hank Von Crank causes Chance to drift away. He goes way back in his mind to the worse day of his life. December 15th, 1992. cVc was just seven years old...





December 15th, 1992
Hensley Trailer Park
Harlan County, KY
7:21 P.M





The poorest trailer park in all of Kentucky in 1992 was without a doubt, Hensley Trailer Park. All the trailers were numbered back then and trailer number seven is where a future wrestling star resided. The Von Crank’s lived in trailer number seven back then. This evening a young Chance Von Crank sits in his bedroom. The mullet back then was epic. A short rat tail ran off the back of it to ensure a complete party in the back.

“Is it workin’ yet?”, a young lady screams from just outside cVc’s bedroom window.

Chance’s sister is outside the trailer working on a large satellite. She desperately tries to pick up the wrestling show at the Harlan armory. Chance watches the snowy tv inside his bedroom waiting patiently.

“Not yet, sis! Keep turning that damned thing!” Chance screams toward the bedroom window.

A “Kamikaze Wasabi” poster hangs above the ripped mattress where Chance sleeps. Wasabi is currently the most popular sumo wrestler in all of Kentucky. He is also Chance’s favorite wrestler. cVc’s sister pushes and pulls on the big satellite. Finally Chance can see the wrestling show just slightly.

“Almost there, Char!” Chance barks at the window.

She continues to push and pull. Chance suddenly screams, “WHOA!”. Char smiles briefly happy to make her brothers day. She then goes back to playing with her dolls in the yard. The commentators talk about the upcoming match as Chance nods at his Wasabi poster, confirming he will get to watch. Chance has dirt and grit all over his face. Charlene nor Chance have been bathed since the last Child Services visit. Chance watches the screen waiting to see his favorite wrestler or maybe even his dad. cVc’s father wrestles on the same channel. Chance wants to be a wrestler too but not like Hank Von Crank. He puts on a dress and wig then pretends to be female. All the trailer park kids pick on Chance and Charlene because of it. Hank has never made much money portraying his alter ego, sEizure.

“Oh No.” whimpers Chance.

Hank begins his match on the snowy screen. The outlines of the wrestlers can be made out but that's about it. Chance watches on as his father is beaten up by a much larger wrestler. Four minutes into the matchup, Hank fakes a seizure in the middle of the ring. The referee calls for the bell as Chance is flushed with shame. “Next up Santa Wasabi” the old television screams.

“That’s so rad! Wasabi is gonna be Santa this year.”

Chance’s belly suddenly begins to growl. It has been two days since he’s eaten. He watches on as they loop the shot of his father faking a seizure. sEizure later attempts to hug Santa Wasabi but is pushed aside and shunned. The shame is all too real for cVc. It causes him to nab his small bible from a milk crate he uses as a nightstand. He holds it close and gets down on both knees. The seven year old begins to pray while holding his bible close to his chest…

“God… Can you hear me? I sure hope so. Is there anyway you could get my daddy to stop being a sissy? The trailer park kids just don’t understand that he’s sick in the head. I wish you could send Wasabi over here to kick all their asses. Just one time. I beg him daily to quit acting a like fool but he won’t. I wish you could wake up mommy too. She sleeps all the time after she takes her pills. Now she has to shoot them in her arm because she’s so sick. Please help her so she can cook for us again. I love my mommy. Daddy promised he was going to bring me a Kamikaze Wasabi autograph. Please don’t let him forget. Amen.”

Chance stands back up. The clothes he's wearing are all dirty as is he. He holds the bible close as he walks out of his room and into the small living room. The carpet is really dirty from the coal stove that heats the little trailer. Becky Von Crank is laid out across the couch. She is passed out with her arm still tied off. She dropped the needle in the floor after she got off. Chance walks over to her just missing the needle that is stuck in the carpet. He pokes her arm with a small extended index finger.

“Mommy… Mom! Mommy!”

Becky doesn’t move much at first. He continues to poke her until she wakes up in a rage.

“WHAT!” Becky screams at cVc.

Chance holds his head down after her reaction. He speaks softly as possible to avoid another wild scream.

“I am so hungry. Can you please fix me something to eat?”

Pure rage suddenly consumes her slim pale face. “No!” Becky yelps. She then slaps Chance across the face as hard as she can. The huge shot sends him down to the dirty carpet. He grabs his foot after hitting the floor because he got stuck with the needle. He pulls it out slowly while grimacing slightly. He is very careful to not make any noise to further enrage his mother. The bruise across his little face already begins to show. Chance slowly stands up and heads back for his room, still hungry and now limping.

“I know you will try hard for me, God.” Chance softly whispers to himself.

Chance realizes immediately that he missed the end of the wrestling show. He then hears a loud truck coming up the gravel road outside. Young cVc races outside limping the entire way. Chance rushes to see if God has made his daddy a man again. He limps down the front steps then waits in the yard. Chance grins from ear to ear eagerly anticipating his answered prayer to pull into the gravel driveway. The truck pulls up and Chance notices almost immediately that his hero is driving it. cVc now knows God has answered his prayers. God has sent his hero to protect he and Charlene. Kamikazee Wasabi is still wearing a santa hat and jacket. The sumo wrestler sticks out like a sore thumb in the small mazda pickup that has a major exhaust issue. Hank Von Crank piles out of the passenger side still wearing a wig and dress. Chance sighs in disgust. Hank runs past him quickly then begins screaming as soon as he enters the trailer.

“I’m leaving you, Bitch! Have fun raising those two “losers” with a two hundred dollar a day habit.”

Chance is confused by the entire scene. Wasabi walks right past him. Hank Von Crank then comes back to the front door holding two suitcases. He reaches them down to Wasabi. Hank then calls Kamikazee over to catch him. “The concrete block steps are hard on these heels”, he claims. Hank jumps and Wasabi catches him. He then cradles Hank close. They embrace and share a deep kiss. The entire trailer park begins to come apart after this. Little Chance can only hit both knees completely consumed with shame. He can only look on while Hank and Wasabi dash for the little mazda with the suitcases.

“Wait.” whimpers Chance

Most of the men from the trailer park begin to throw anything at the new couple. A wrench hits Wasabi in the back of the head. Then a small vanity mirror smashes against Hank’s back. Hank doesn’t even say goodbye to Chance or Charlene before his daring escape. Kamikazee starts the truck and the couple pull away fast, slinging gravels every which way. A couple of rednecks chase the two down the gravel road screaming homophobic slurs at them. Back in the front yard of the Crank’s trailer, the kids of the trailer park have begun throwing gravels and dog feces at Chance. “Your daddy is a queer and so are you!”, screams one kid. A “Loser!” chant breaks out amongst the children. Still in shock, Chance doesn’t even attempt to dodge the stuff being thrown at him now. He drops the small bible after losing his religion and hero simultaneously. A tear streams down his face just before a well thrown gravel knocks him out cold.






Johnson County, Kentucky
Butcher Hollow Road
1/15/2016
10:47 A.M.(Couple Hours Later)




Drops of rain from a morning shower begin to hit the windshield. Hank turns on the wipers to combat the rain. This causes Chance to snap out of it. For the last two hours he has been consumed with horrible memories resurfacing in daydream form. Piecing together the pieces is painful but he shakes it off. cVc finally turns to face Hank, “Why are we going to see this lady?”

“She will help you, Chance. I found Pixie on facebook and we both agreed this was best for you.” Hank answers.

cVc appears confused by his father's answer. “Gone for twenty four years then poof, comes back?” Chance mumbles. Hank turns off the main highway and onto Butcher Hollow Road. “What about my next opponent? I don’t need this dick and pony show to beat him.” cVc stammers.

“A sumo wrestler? Really? You need to ask why?” Hank replies.

Chance sits back in his seat as they pass the famous Loretta Lynn’s childhood farm. cVc seems annoyed by the entire situation. They drive along the dirt road until they top a hill. At the top sits a small trailer with an outhouse. The outhouse sits 90 feet from the little trailer but a rope runs from it to the small outhouse, essentially connecting the two.

“What in the hell is this place to suppose to be?” cVc asks.

“This is where the world famous, Kentucky ShitHouse Oracle lives.” Hank responds.

Chance is furious after this revelation. A old woman walks out onto the small porch connected to the front of the trailer. cVc notices her bulging eyes almost immediately. “What is wrong with her eyes?” Chance asks. “She is blind and can’t help it. Don’t give her shit about it!” Pixie screams from the backseat. Crank turns to stare down Paradoxx for the snarky comment.

The old woman walks down the steps, slowly using the handrail as a guide. They stop the car just in front of the small trailer. The woman walks up the car. She rests one hand against the door then extends her other palm out at Hank. He reaches around realizing he has no pockets in the sundress. Hank then looks to Crank to pay the old woman. “She will need fifty.”

“Fine!” screams Chance.

Chance searches the pockets of his suit for money. He locates a few hundreds and a couple fifties. cVc is careful to hand over a $50 and not a $100. Hank hands the money over after cVc coughs it up. “Follow Me” she exclaims.

All three of them step out of the prius. The Oracle pockets the money then heads directly for the rope. She nabs it up, then uses it as a guide. The three follow her but just a miss a huge pit bull tied to a transmission. The dog was hidden behind the large mack transmission the entire time. The dog pulls on the chain but the transmission holds him just feet away from the four. Pixie walks back up the bank to to steer clear of the mean dog. Hank Von Crank halts his progress half way down the hill. He watches on as Chance continues following the old woman towards the outhouse. The woman’s eyes are milky white, void of any life. The Oracle grabs the handle of the door to swing it open. She then closes the door behind her quickly. “Do I wait out here?!?” cVc asks.

“YES! It only takes a couple minutes for the future to come. Be patient and I will tell you what it is you came here for.” She replies.

Crank stands just outside the door while the other two wait on the hill to watch. Inside the outhouse, the old woman pours out a puddle of gasoline. The little red jug was already in there ready to go. She sits the jug down then takes a seat on the home made toilet seat. The fumes from the gas begin to hit her. She breathes them in willingly. Suddenly she begins to trip, unknown to anyone outside of the outhouse. The old woman pulls herself up by the inside door handle to open the door quickly. Her eyes bulge out at Crank and a bit of slobber stains her chin as she peeks out.

“Chance Von Crank. You are a real devil. Most men who visit The Butcher Holler Oracle are not like you… I can see your past and it's littered with unspeakable acts. You have wreaked havoc upon anyone unlucky enough to come into contact with you. You lose once and now feel disconnected? Ha.” The Old Woman laughs.

Chance is shocked by her statement. She sits back down on the toilet and shuts the door back. cVc is confused and turns towards Hank and Pixie.

“Who does this bitch think she is?” cVc asks.

Pixie takes off down the hill towards Chance. She passes Hank and successfully dodges the dog completely. She pulls her new Nixon mask over her head, then answers Chance. “She’s like the oracle at delphi, sugar.”

“You know I don’t listen to rap, Pix. This bitch is a fraud.” he exclaims. Pixie snickers at Chance’s lack of knowledge on Greek mythology. Meanwhile the oracle remains on the toilet still hidden within the outhouse. The fumes stir again in the confined space. She pushes the door open again to talk to Chance.

“You do not fear the next challenge you will face. You fear the nostalgic stench of regret that lingers all around you. It was caused by a traumatic event in your life. Chance, you fear that this new promotion you signed with will put you in a box. The real rooted fear is that proverbial box. You always rebel against the walls of that box. This time you should stand in the center of it. You need a proper place to conjure up your own brand of wicked. After you acquire a proper platform you will be able to precise your aim to project that wicked at the masses. This man you face next is good and believes in values. Ones you never had the luxury of acquiring. The grit that molded you into a living devil is all you will need to put any man down. You run away from the very things that have caused you to be a success. You need to embrace that molested sadness from which you came.”

The oracle shuts the door again. She breaths in heavy to regain her ability again. Chance waits at the door patiently. He is now interested in what the woman has to say. She emerges again, this time slobbering a tad.

“Wasabi is the one who let you down but your father is the one who left you. Hank is the only demon that you need to slay now since your mother overdosed. The homophobia is just one side effect of the suffering he caused you. That pain is deep and consumes you like a fire burning hot. White hot. Embrace it, then project it.” The Oracle says.

She then reaches out unexpectedly to touch Pixie’s belly. Chance looks away then towards his father. He can see the demon the old woman just spoke of. It all suddenly clicks for cVc. The old woman shocks Pixie by rubbing her belly again. “You are with child.” The Oracle exclaims.

Chance turns back around quickly after hearing this. He notices the old woman has her hand on Pixie’s belly. He flies into a rage then begins walking back up the hill. The dog tied to the transmission begins to bark wildly at him. Pixie slaps the old woman’s hand away and chases after Chance. The old woman grabs her arm. She pulls Pixie back towards her. “He won’t let you keep it, you know? You need to run before he makes you kill it in a clinic.” the old woman says.

“Let me go, Bitch!” Pixie screams. She rips her arm out of the old woman’s grip. Chance stops mid way up the hill to confront Hank.

“Why did you do all of this, dad?” Chance asks Hank. Hank Von Crank looks down at his high heels to avoid eye contact before responding. “I wanted to reconnect with my son before I have to go.”

Chance circles around his father, looking him up and down. “Where exactly are you going, DAD?” cVc asks.

“I don’t have long to live. I have AIDs now and will be lucky to live two months. I had to reconnect with you because Charlene disappeared three years ago. I don’t have long left.” Hank replies.

Chance takes the shock of his sister’s possible demise with a grain of salt before he replies.

“Good. I hope it’s painful and takes you slow. Everytime you hurt or feel death coming please remember this moment. You deserve this. All those nights Charlene and I nearly starved, where were you? Gone with a gay sumo wrestler. I’m going to hurt this guy I face next. I will paint that mat with his blood because of what you did.”

Chance pushes Hank out of his way then heads for the rental car. Pixie takes off running after Chance. He gets to the car door but before he pulls the handle, he looks back at Pixie.

“Stop! You can’t leave me!” she screams.

Pixie slowly pulls her new mask off her face. The makeup she reapplied earlier has now ran all down her face. She continues to openly weep as cVc projects his wicked towards her.

“Get rid of that thing inside of you.” Chance exclaims. He then points at her belly. She hits both knees to beg. Chance ignores the gesture and continues.

“If you want cVc in your life you will kill that thing at a proper “cheap” clinic.” cVc yells.

Crank pulls the door handle to pop the door open. Pixie and Hank watch Chance start the car. He then begins to back it up to turn it around. He wheels the car in reverse then forward. He turns it around to face the way the three came in before. Pixie rushes over to his door as cVc attempts to drive past.

“Please take me with you… I know I could help you too! PLEASE CHANCE DON’T LEAVE ME!”

Chance shakes his head then pushes the gas pedal to the floor. He slings gravels causing Pixie to lose her grip on the door handle. She gives up the chase and falls back down to her knees. Hank is just across the dirt road across from her doing the exact same. Chance drives off towards North Carolina.

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