Post by Henry Spearman on Jun 3, 2016 12:27:50 GMT -5
Henry walked slowly down the hallway towards the cafeteria. He dreaded going to lunch these days. All he wanted was to sit in peace and eat his lunch but it was never that way. Henry longed for a friend, just one person to sit next to him and talk about wrestling but no one ever came.
Henry didn’t really understand why. He tried to be a good person. He was friendly, he used to be outgoing, he was always willing to give something a try and yet no one seemed to care. No one seemed to want to give him a chance to show them.
The cafeteria was packed to the max when Henry finally trudged in. Henry was in the eighth grade now but wouldn’t dare sit at that table, especially if he planned on actually being able to eat his lunch. He walked past the table of 13-14 year olds and headed towards the sixth grade table. He could hear his classmates laughing behind him as he passed them.
Sitting down Henry opened his lunch bag and pulled out a Ham and Cheese Sandwich on rye bread. He had taken the same exact thing for lunch every day since Kindergarten. He didn’t really mind. Henry knew his mom didn’t have much money and he liked ham and cheese so he didn’t complain.
As he started eating he happened to glance up from the table and was surprised to see his mom in the hallway. She smiled at him and waved him over. Henry stood up and walked out to greet her.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” He said. Slightly embarrassed that she had obviously seen him sitting with the younger kids.
If she noticed, she chose not to ask why. Besides, it wasn’t a secret that her son wasn’t exactly the most popular. He thought she didn’t notice the bruises or the bloodstains on his shirt but she did. He would always make up some excuse when she asked him about it. Henrys mother had spoken to the principal on multiple occasions but she was always told that boys will be boys.
“I had an early lunch break at work. I thought you might like this” His mother said as she pulled a bag of McDonalds from her purse and handed it to him.
Henry couldn’t have been happier. He NEVER got treats like this at school. He hugged his mom
“Thanks mom, You’re the best!”
I know, Nnow go eat. I have to get back to work She told him with a great smile on her face.
Henry ran back into the cafeteria with the bag of food and set it down in front of him. He threw his sandwich in the garbage and looked inside the bag. A Big Mac. There were no fries but Henry didn’t mind. He knew if his mother could have afforded the full meal she would have gotten it for him. He was just thankful that she went out of her way for him.
Henry was so happy about the burger that he had forgotten all about the fact that he was pretty much sitting alone until he felt the presence of another person standing in front of him. He glanced up to find Tyler O’Connell staring back at him.
Tyler was the Quarterback of the Manassas Park Cougars, the towns football team. He was going to be playing Varsity next year when they got to high school, at least that’s what everyone said.
Tyler looked down at Henry and smiled. Henry knew something was up.
“…..Hey Tyler” He said warily
“Oh hi Henry. Whatcha got there? A little bit of McDonalds? That was awfully nice of your mom. I guess shes as beautiful on the inside as she is on the out.”
Henry could feel all the 8th graders looking on and laughing from their table
“Say….I like Big Macs. Mind if I take a bite?” Tyler said as he reached down and grabbed the burger form in front of henry.
He took a big bite and then placed the burger back down in front of Henry.
“Mmmm, that’s good. Its missing one thing though” He said with a mouth full of food
Tyler leaned back in and pulled the top bun off the burger. He opened his mouth and let the half chewed food that he had just been eating fall back down onto the rest of Henrys lunch. He placed the top bun back and smiled at henry
Now It's perfect He said as he walked away
Henry felt crushed. He looked down in disgust at the mess of chewed food in front of him. Finally he wrapped it up, walked slowly to the trash can and threw it away.
Henry didn’t know what he was angrier about. The fact that he would now go hungry for the rest of the day, the fact that
Tyler had commented about his Moms good looks, the fact that his mom spent what little money she had on him and Tyler had ruined it or most of all, the fact that he had done nothing about it. Henry sat there in a daze for the rest of lunch and the rest of the day.
At 5:30 that afternoon Henry was at home watching TV when his mom came through the door singing. She popped her head in the room and asked henry how lunch was today. Henry lied and said it was good but his mother noticed. Henry was never a very good liar.
“What happened today? You didn’t like it? Did they put the Sauce on it? I know you hate that sauce, I told them not to”
No, Its nothing mom, really.
She was persistent though
No, really. Tell me, it wasnt good?
Henry realized that if he didn’t tell her what happened she would think that it was her fault. He couldn’t bring himself to do that to her so he told her what happened
Tyler spit on it. I didnt get to eat it
The look on his mother’s face said it all. She was angry of course. She had spent money she didn’t really have to see her son happy but she also hurt for her son. She never understood why he couldn’t make friends and she was just as lost as he was when he asked her why no one liked him.
Come on. Come with me
She went upstairs and pulled out her jar of coins. She counted five dollars in quarters.
"Lets go get that burger" She said
Oh mom, no its ok. I ate something when I got home
"Dont backtalk me" she said playfully
Henry followed her out to the car and they hit the McDonalds drive through. She pulled the car around to a parking spot and took out the single big mac she had bought. She handed it to henry and smiled.
Henry opened it up and was about to bite into it. He stopped and broke it in half, handing half to his mother.
"Thats ok babe, you can have it all" She said
"No I want to split it" He replied
She took half the burger from him and he sat back with his head against the seat and took a bite
“Mom………Thank you for being my friend” He said as he fought back tears
She didnt know how to respond to that
“I will always be your friend Henry. Through everything. I will always be there for you.” She said
She looked at Henry as he stared out the windshield eating his Burger.
He was crying……
And she cried too…….
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An alarm clock obnoxiously cuts into the silence as the scene opens up into a dark bedroom. A ray of sunlight sneaks into the room past the shades that are draped across the window. A pair of feet hit the floor as the pile of blankets on the bed stir to life.
Neforian rubs the sleep out of his eyes and stands up. The clock says 7AM and he groans as he shuffles to the stairs and into the living room. As the camera pans out we are able to see a glimpse of the place Neforian calls home. The walls are painted a pretty light blue and paintings hag from the walls. Photos sit on end tables around the living room. Neforians feet move heavily over the hardwood floors as he props himself down on the couch and turns the TV on. Surprisingly, this home looks relatively normal.
As the TV comes to life, Neforian stands up and brews a pot of coffee. He changes the channel from the island in the kitchen and leans on the granite countertop while he waits for the pot to brew. His hair is ruffled and there is sleep in his eyes, yet he maintains an oddly attractive look. His expression is cold yet neutral.
Neforian pulls the pot of coffee off and pours himself a cup. He pops an eggo waffle into the toaster and moves back into the living room for a better view of the TV. The news is on.
“Police are investigating the death of a man found in the woods behind a local bar this morning. Indications show that the man had been tied to a tree and stabbed. Police are not releasing the name of the victim until his family has been notified. So far officials say they have no leads and no suspects but are hoping security footage from the bars CCTV will provide some sort of lead”
Neforian stares at the screen blankly as his waffle pops in the kitchen
"Fucking animals" he said to himself as he walked into the kitchen
Covering the plate in syrup, Neforian walked back and sat on the couch.
Flipping to ESPN Neforian takes a bite of his waffle
“Johnny Manziel has been booked and posted bond in a domestic violence case, one day before the former Cleveland Browns quarterback faces his first court hearing.”
Neforian shakes his head and turns the TV off
Some fucking role model"
Neforian finishes his breakfast and licks the plate clean. He stands up and places the plate in the sink. He speaks to himself as if in a conversation with someone else.
“One day, the world will come to see the travesty that is human societal norms. Theft, rape, murder, all seen as normal through the eyes of society. Illegal, sure, but essentially normal and expected.”
“The problem here is that eventually justice is served; it always is. Eventually luck runs out and all the evil you have committed and allowed others to commit will catch up to you. When that day comes, when your judgement day arrives, there will be nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no option to fight. You will face the music. You will face me”
“Last week at Slam I did what I said I was going to do. I picked apart both Bad News Benson and Night Rider and I stood victorious in the center of the ring with the television title draped over my shoulder”
Neforian turns and walks back into the living room. He opens up a beautiful Mahogany china closet and inside the camera focuses on the TV title belt.
“This belt is the first major step in the deliverance of my message. This belt is the first time that all eyes will be on me when I speak. This belt signifies that a change is nearing. This belt signifies……..Hope”
Neforian looks admiringly at the gold plates on the belt. The lighting in the room reflects beautifully off the center plate.
“Hope for who though? Certainly not for the kind of people who are regularly profiled on our news sources. Not even for those who produce the garbage media that glorifies the dredges of society and portrays these villains in exactly the manner they wish to be portrayed and yet when asked what they think of what happened everyone acts disgusted.”
“There is no hope in me for these people. There is no hope for the individuals who wish to drag society down into the depths of hell. There is no hope for those people who sweep that awfulness under the rug. There is no hope for those who report on what an animal the school shooter is but not on the savagery that pushed that animal over the edge. These are the hopeless. These are the damned. These are the ones who will find me waiting for them in the darkness. These are the Night Riders of the world.”
Neforian gently removes the title belt from the closet and closes the door. He holds it to his face, smelling the leather backing of the strap. He presses the cool metal to his face and smiles.
“The man they call Night Rider is riding straight towards me this week. He will find me unafraid at the end of the line. His final stop on the road to destruction. The lifestyle he lives has damned him to stand in front of me in a one on one match up. He will be the first man to face his judgement at my hands. He will be the first true message that is sent to the world that I am not to be toyed with. I am not a man of words, I am a man of action. I do not speak in metaphors, I speak in truths. I do not stand before you as a messenger from heaven, I stand before you as a messenger from hell. I am here to deliver those who have earned their spot there. I am here to set things the way they should be. My mission starts with Night Rider.”
Neforian runs his hand along the belt.
“But this is more than a mission for me now. It is more than a message. I hold this belt in my hands and I realize that it is truly the first thing I have ever called my own. This belt is the only thing that I can hold and say I have truly earned.”
“I hold this belt as a symbol of all the blood and tears that has been my life. This belt on my shoulder is a beacon of hope to all those like me. To all those boys who never fit in. To everyone who was told they couldn’t participate. To everyone who was different and excluded. This belt is theirs. It stands as a measure of hope AGAINST people like NightRider”
Neforian looks into the camera and a flash of fire runs through his eyes
“NightRider will come full speed this week, He always does. He will stand across the ring from me with his eye on this prize but he will be unable to attain it. He will be unable to topple me and he will fall before in defeat.”
“Night Rider, you want this belt because it is a prize to you. You want this belt because you want to prove that you are more than just a tag team specialist. You want this belt for yourself.”
“I hold this belt for everyone who was just like me. When you step into the ring with me this Sunday you will feel the awesome power that resonates from my soul. You will feel the force of thousands upon thousands of people who have been beaten down and stepped on their entire lives. As my reign goes longer and my tenure in the WCF increases, my message will only become louder. My message will only resonate more with the masses that people like you have spit on. I will draw strength from them. I will show them, I will show you, and I will show the world that we are not weak.”
“This weak, the journey into darkness begins for you…………”
The camera fades to black as Neforian stares into the camera.
Henry didn’t really understand why. He tried to be a good person. He was friendly, he used to be outgoing, he was always willing to give something a try and yet no one seemed to care. No one seemed to want to give him a chance to show them.
The cafeteria was packed to the max when Henry finally trudged in. Henry was in the eighth grade now but wouldn’t dare sit at that table, especially if he planned on actually being able to eat his lunch. He walked past the table of 13-14 year olds and headed towards the sixth grade table. He could hear his classmates laughing behind him as he passed them.
Sitting down Henry opened his lunch bag and pulled out a Ham and Cheese Sandwich on rye bread. He had taken the same exact thing for lunch every day since Kindergarten. He didn’t really mind. Henry knew his mom didn’t have much money and he liked ham and cheese so he didn’t complain.
As he started eating he happened to glance up from the table and was surprised to see his mom in the hallway. She smiled at him and waved him over. Henry stood up and walked out to greet her.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” He said. Slightly embarrassed that she had obviously seen him sitting with the younger kids.
If she noticed, she chose not to ask why. Besides, it wasn’t a secret that her son wasn’t exactly the most popular. He thought she didn’t notice the bruises or the bloodstains on his shirt but she did. He would always make up some excuse when she asked him about it. Henrys mother had spoken to the principal on multiple occasions but she was always told that boys will be boys.
“I had an early lunch break at work. I thought you might like this” His mother said as she pulled a bag of McDonalds from her purse and handed it to him.
Henry couldn’t have been happier. He NEVER got treats like this at school. He hugged his mom
“Thanks mom, You’re the best!”
I know, Nnow go eat. I have to get back to work She told him with a great smile on her face.
Henry ran back into the cafeteria with the bag of food and set it down in front of him. He threw his sandwich in the garbage and looked inside the bag. A Big Mac. There were no fries but Henry didn’t mind. He knew if his mother could have afforded the full meal she would have gotten it for him. He was just thankful that she went out of her way for him.
Henry was so happy about the burger that he had forgotten all about the fact that he was pretty much sitting alone until he felt the presence of another person standing in front of him. He glanced up to find Tyler O’Connell staring back at him.
Tyler was the Quarterback of the Manassas Park Cougars, the towns football team. He was going to be playing Varsity next year when they got to high school, at least that’s what everyone said.
Tyler looked down at Henry and smiled. Henry knew something was up.
“…..Hey Tyler” He said warily
“Oh hi Henry. Whatcha got there? A little bit of McDonalds? That was awfully nice of your mom. I guess shes as beautiful on the inside as she is on the out.”
Henry could feel all the 8th graders looking on and laughing from their table
“Say….I like Big Macs. Mind if I take a bite?” Tyler said as he reached down and grabbed the burger form in front of henry.
He took a big bite and then placed the burger back down in front of Henry.
“Mmmm, that’s good. Its missing one thing though” He said with a mouth full of food
Tyler leaned back in and pulled the top bun off the burger. He opened his mouth and let the half chewed food that he had just been eating fall back down onto the rest of Henrys lunch. He placed the top bun back and smiled at henry
Now It's perfect He said as he walked away
Henry felt crushed. He looked down in disgust at the mess of chewed food in front of him. Finally he wrapped it up, walked slowly to the trash can and threw it away.
Henry didn’t know what he was angrier about. The fact that he would now go hungry for the rest of the day, the fact that
Tyler had commented about his Moms good looks, the fact that his mom spent what little money she had on him and Tyler had ruined it or most of all, the fact that he had done nothing about it. Henry sat there in a daze for the rest of lunch and the rest of the day.
At 5:30 that afternoon Henry was at home watching TV when his mom came through the door singing. She popped her head in the room and asked henry how lunch was today. Henry lied and said it was good but his mother noticed. Henry was never a very good liar.
“What happened today? You didn’t like it? Did they put the Sauce on it? I know you hate that sauce, I told them not to”
No, Its nothing mom, really.
She was persistent though
No, really. Tell me, it wasnt good?
Henry realized that if he didn’t tell her what happened she would think that it was her fault. He couldn’t bring himself to do that to her so he told her what happened
Tyler spit on it. I didnt get to eat it
The look on his mother’s face said it all. She was angry of course. She had spent money she didn’t really have to see her son happy but she also hurt for her son. She never understood why he couldn’t make friends and she was just as lost as he was when he asked her why no one liked him.
Come on. Come with me
She went upstairs and pulled out her jar of coins. She counted five dollars in quarters.
"Lets go get that burger" She said
Oh mom, no its ok. I ate something when I got home
"Dont backtalk me" she said playfully
Henry followed her out to the car and they hit the McDonalds drive through. She pulled the car around to a parking spot and took out the single big mac she had bought. She handed it to henry and smiled.
Henry opened it up and was about to bite into it. He stopped and broke it in half, handing half to his mother.
"Thats ok babe, you can have it all" She said
"No I want to split it" He replied
She took half the burger from him and he sat back with his head against the seat and took a bite
“Mom………Thank you for being my friend” He said as he fought back tears
She didnt know how to respond to that
“I will always be your friend Henry. Through everything. I will always be there for you.” She said
She looked at Henry as he stared out the windshield eating his Burger.
He was crying……
And she cried too…….
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An alarm clock obnoxiously cuts into the silence as the scene opens up into a dark bedroom. A ray of sunlight sneaks into the room past the shades that are draped across the window. A pair of feet hit the floor as the pile of blankets on the bed stir to life.
Neforian rubs the sleep out of his eyes and stands up. The clock says 7AM and he groans as he shuffles to the stairs and into the living room. As the camera pans out we are able to see a glimpse of the place Neforian calls home. The walls are painted a pretty light blue and paintings hag from the walls. Photos sit on end tables around the living room. Neforians feet move heavily over the hardwood floors as he props himself down on the couch and turns the TV on. Surprisingly, this home looks relatively normal.
As the TV comes to life, Neforian stands up and brews a pot of coffee. He changes the channel from the island in the kitchen and leans on the granite countertop while he waits for the pot to brew. His hair is ruffled and there is sleep in his eyes, yet he maintains an oddly attractive look. His expression is cold yet neutral.
Neforian pulls the pot of coffee off and pours himself a cup. He pops an eggo waffle into the toaster and moves back into the living room for a better view of the TV. The news is on.
“Police are investigating the death of a man found in the woods behind a local bar this morning. Indications show that the man had been tied to a tree and stabbed. Police are not releasing the name of the victim until his family has been notified. So far officials say they have no leads and no suspects but are hoping security footage from the bars CCTV will provide some sort of lead”
Neforian stares at the screen blankly as his waffle pops in the kitchen
"Fucking animals" he said to himself as he walked into the kitchen
Covering the plate in syrup, Neforian walked back and sat on the couch.
Flipping to ESPN Neforian takes a bite of his waffle
“Johnny Manziel has been booked and posted bond in a domestic violence case, one day before the former Cleveland Browns quarterback faces his first court hearing.”
Neforian shakes his head and turns the TV off
Some fucking role model"
Neforian finishes his breakfast and licks the plate clean. He stands up and places the plate in the sink. He speaks to himself as if in a conversation with someone else.
“One day, the world will come to see the travesty that is human societal norms. Theft, rape, murder, all seen as normal through the eyes of society. Illegal, sure, but essentially normal and expected.”
“The problem here is that eventually justice is served; it always is. Eventually luck runs out and all the evil you have committed and allowed others to commit will catch up to you. When that day comes, when your judgement day arrives, there will be nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no option to fight. You will face the music. You will face me”
“Last week at Slam I did what I said I was going to do. I picked apart both Bad News Benson and Night Rider and I stood victorious in the center of the ring with the television title draped over my shoulder”
Neforian turns and walks back into the living room. He opens up a beautiful Mahogany china closet and inside the camera focuses on the TV title belt.
“This belt is the first major step in the deliverance of my message. This belt is the first time that all eyes will be on me when I speak. This belt signifies that a change is nearing. This belt signifies……..Hope”
Neforian looks admiringly at the gold plates on the belt. The lighting in the room reflects beautifully off the center plate.
“Hope for who though? Certainly not for the kind of people who are regularly profiled on our news sources. Not even for those who produce the garbage media that glorifies the dredges of society and portrays these villains in exactly the manner they wish to be portrayed and yet when asked what they think of what happened everyone acts disgusted.”
“There is no hope in me for these people. There is no hope for the individuals who wish to drag society down into the depths of hell. There is no hope for those people who sweep that awfulness under the rug. There is no hope for those who report on what an animal the school shooter is but not on the savagery that pushed that animal over the edge. These are the hopeless. These are the damned. These are the ones who will find me waiting for them in the darkness. These are the Night Riders of the world.”
Neforian gently removes the title belt from the closet and closes the door. He holds it to his face, smelling the leather backing of the strap. He presses the cool metal to his face and smiles.
“The man they call Night Rider is riding straight towards me this week. He will find me unafraid at the end of the line. His final stop on the road to destruction. The lifestyle he lives has damned him to stand in front of me in a one on one match up. He will be the first man to face his judgement at my hands. He will be the first true message that is sent to the world that I am not to be toyed with. I am not a man of words, I am a man of action. I do not speak in metaphors, I speak in truths. I do not stand before you as a messenger from heaven, I stand before you as a messenger from hell. I am here to deliver those who have earned their spot there. I am here to set things the way they should be. My mission starts with Night Rider.”
Neforian runs his hand along the belt.
“But this is more than a mission for me now. It is more than a message. I hold this belt in my hands and I realize that it is truly the first thing I have ever called my own. This belt is the only thing that I can hold and say I have truly earned.”
“I hold this belt as a symbol of all the blood and tears that has been my life. This belt on my shoulder is a beacon of hope to all those like me. To all those boys who never fit in. To everyone who was told they couldn’t participate. To everyone who was different and excluded. This belt is theirs. It stands as a measure of hope AGAINST people like NightRider”
Neforian looks into the camera and a flash of fire runs through his eyes
“NightRider will come full speed this week, He always does. He will stand across the ring from me with his eye on this prize but he will be unable to attain it. He will be unable to topple me and he will fall before in defeat.”
“Night Rider, you want this belt because it is a prize to you. You want this belt because you want to prove that you are more than just a tag team specialist. You want this belt for yourself.”
“I hold this belt for everyone who was just like me. When you step into the ring with me this Sunday you will feel the awesome power that resonates from my soul. You will feel the force of thousands upon thousands of people who have been beaten down and stepped on their entire lives. As my reign goes longer and my tenure in the WCF increases, my message will only become louder. My message will only resonate more with the masses that people like you have spit on. I will draw strength from them. I will show them, I will show you, and I will show the world that we are not weak.”
“This weak, the journey into darkness begins for you…………”
The camera fades to black as Neforian stares into the camera.
