Post by Steve Thunder on Jul 4, 2011 13:16:10 GMT -5
A Voice in my Head.
Escaping; Looking for a better Place. As I remember it, it hurts and it pains me to imagine that I left a bleeding man to die on the floor of his own house. It pains me even further knowing that the man was my own Father. The man that I once aspired to become, the man that took care of our family in his own little way, even through the beatings.
As much as I cursed and hated my father I would have never wished death upon him. I would never have even imagined killing him, and now I had done more than just imagine, I had made that a reality, I had killed my father. I had killed him, not on any day but on a day in which my girlfriend was in my bedroom, waiting for me to come back, and like my father... I never came back... I never went back. How did I reunite with Carmen in the future only to separate once again?
That’s a story for another Time.
The ever screaming question that flows through my mind each day is this: If I hadn’t done it on that day, how long would it have been until I did it anyway? Not too long, in my eyes. Even though my father put me through hell, and brought me back with Satan on my shoulder, I still loved him and I wouldn’t have ever killed him. Fighting was all we ever did but when a fight escalates to that, you know it’s bad. When I hit my father I knew things would only get worse but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine it getting THAT bad, maybe a couple of cuts but not a death. Maybe a few more beatings for me, but not the death of my father.
I am no killer.
Or am I? I don’t believe that an accidental murder of a man who has tried to kill you all of your life is really something that justifies you as a killer, do you? If it wasn’t him then it would have been me, that’s how I have learnt to look at the situation. If I hadn’t hit my father in the way I did then he would have gotten to his feet and beat me so badly that it would have been me who was dead. I just consider myself lucky that he didn’t get up and end up killing Carmen, that’s something he was more capable of.
Notice WAS, he's gone now.
When I grabbed the keys to the Porsche and ran outside, and got in the car I never thought it would still be haunting me. When I saw the blood begin to flow from his wound I never thought I would still imagine the blood was on my hands.
But I do.
When I drove down that highway, and I wondered what was going to happen to me, I questioned the fact that the Police might come for me because I was as good as a stone cold killer. I had killed and I ran from the consequences, not very manly.
But VERY Smart.
From the point in which my fist connected with my fathers temple I knew that I had gained a power I never had before, I could retaliate and as much as it had taken for me to do so... I knew I could and now I could more easily. I wouldn’t let anybody punish me the way my father had done for seventeen years and in respect I wouldn’t punish anybody that way either.
I know what you’re thinking; how is becoming a wrestler going to assist you in not punishing others? Simple. I don’t do it for amusement and I don’t do it for no reason, I do it because they are able to fight back... It’s what I do for a living.
It’s my Life.
The beatings I take every day in the ring are nothing on the beatings my father used to give to me. My father was aiming to kill me; my opponents only ever aim to beat me, to earn a victory over a big name... Well... a name at least.
Highways don’t Judge you...
People Judge you...
I Judge you...
The Scene Finally Opens.
The scene is of a long and narrow sandy, dusty and dirty road. It’s near to the desert areas as the cactus green shines evidently from the sides of the road. In the distance through the waves of heat we see a black car speeding our way, it’s at least a mile away but the gleam of the car can be seen a mile off as the saying goes. The sand is distorting our view further as we begin to pan the area.
We look around.
We see that the area is very deserted, there is no sign of life, in fact it seems that the only remnants of life are the many Cactus and the car in the distance, however mistakes have been made before. The rocks that cover the ground in the larger section of desert to the side of the road are immense in size and touching the sand would burn your hand, the heat is so intense. After getting a feel for our surroundings…
Fade to black.
Shoot back up.
We are once again looking at the roads as we see that same black car getting very close, and as we presumed it is indeed the black Porsche of Steve Thunder, or should we say his father? The Porsche begins to pull into the side of the road and as it does it halts and the engine is cut off. The car remains still as the hot vapours from the engine come out and make the car seem to be rippling.
Obviously inside the car it must be Thunder but as the door wildly swings open on the drivers side of the car, nobody steps out. Thunder is usually fast to leave a car but this time, or at that age he wasn’t, he didn’t get out of the car, nobody did.
After a few moments waiting a foot steps from inside the car and as it hits the ground the dust from the sand flies around everywhere and then the other foot comes from the car and more dust flies.
Finally it settles.
As the dust settles, Thunder stands up from the car leaving the door open. He begins to pace frantically on the same little area of sand as he wipes sweat from his brow. As he wipes the sweat, he covers his eyes with his hands and wipes what could be tears from his eyes. Thunder then looks down on his fist.
He sees the chain.
Thunder begins to unroll the chain from around his fist, and as he does he sees some little drips of blood on the chain and remembering that the chain caused this mess, he thinks in the smartest way he possibly can as he throws the chain to the center of the desert like area, and then spins around kicking the floor.
Thunder speaks after a little more kicking.
Steve Thunder: What have I done?! How could I?! I killed him... I fucking killed him! How is this possible?! Why me?!
I have never been so angry with myself, I have never had that much frustration towards myself. I was alone in the desert and I was alone in the world... I had lost everything with one punch... In less than the three seconds it takes to win a match I had killed my own father, I had killed the only person who was still in my life, good or bad, besides Carmen who I lost at the same time!
Thunder falls forward in a heap and rests his head on the roof of the Porsche.
As he leans against the Porsche he begins to murmur a few words.
Steve Thunder: Why does this all happen to me... today. I was gonna get laid... I was gonna go out for the day... I had no plans in my diary for killing my father and losing my girlfriend...
Thunder lets out a huff and a puff of complaint and anger.
Steve Thunder: He could have died anytime... Did it have to be by my hands?!
He slowly raised his head and span around, he cursed a little at the sky, perhaps towards God and then span back around kicking the car with all his force and as he did his foot bounced back and he started to act like there was no pain... but then…
Steve Thunder: MOTHER FUCKER!
He snapped his arm down and grabbed his right foot, as it must have been pulsating. Thunder began to hop around on one foot, then mustering his courage he put the foot down slowly and limped to the Porsche sitting in the drivers seat with his legs still hanging out.
Steve Thunder: ... Oh... what... a... day...
Thunder lay back, almost in a sulk and as he did he shot back up and held his back... The gearstick had dug in to him.
He sat with an angered look crossing his face in realisation that today was not destined to be his day, he was indeed meant to have the worst day ever. Knowing that, Thunder slid backwards over the gearstick and sat with his back against the passengers door and his legs across the drivers seat.
He began to bang his head against the window thinking of what he could possibly do to get himself of the ditch he had already managed to dig for himself. Closing his eyes and resting his head, he hadn’t had sleep the night before because of his father banging the door.
Sleep Deprivation was finally kicking in, I figured it was time to rest and let all this pass me by. Closing my eyes want a smart idea though, every time I did it I saw an image of my father falling to the ground, and I saw him getting up and killing me. I knew it wasn’t real but fear is a complicated thing to comprehend sometimes. I managed to keep my eyes closed as I thought of all the good times myself and Carmen had together, and in doing so I reminded myself of the fact that I just lost her.
Thunders eyes remained closed but as they did, little tears began to flow from under his eyes lids, as he rested his head in his hands, and began to tap his feet against the seat of the car.
He put his fingers to his eyes and squeezed the tears out and dried his eyes after that.
Realising that he was on his own out here and nobody could see him so he shouldn’t be embarrassed, the seventeen year old Thunder began to cry.
He stayed perfectly still and cried, he didn’t make noise, he stopped the tapping with his feet, he just sat there with his head in his hands.
I never imagined pain like I was feeling, I never imagined that I could lose Carmen and I certainly never imagined that I could be capable of killing my own father. The car I was sitting in was my fathers car, well I guess it was mine at the time but it reminded me of everything I had done, the smell of cannabis that coated the seats and remained in the air of the car reminded me of my fathers drug ties, and just how much danger I was potentially now in.
He took a deep breath, and then raised his head from his hands. Thunder was no longer showing his emotions. As he raised his head, he snapped it to the side as he hears Police sirens in the background.
Steve Thunder: What the?! No!
Thunder didn’t have any time to think; he just jumped back into the drivers seat and sped away as the Police were just coming up on where he originally was. They followed him onwards.
Have you ever had the feeling that it’s your time to die... I got that feeling there. I thought it was time to die, because one thing for sure if they were here for me then I wasn’t giving up without a fight and that would get me in more trouble than I would be in already. When they were following me my heart was racing. For every rev of the engine my heart beat twice... For every turn of the wheel my fear grew... My concern was certainly showing.
He looked behind him and he could see that the Police Woman was waving him into the side of the road, and as Thunder was ready to fight he thought to pull over, woman or not at this time, and try making it a lot less of a bad situation that it already was. As he pulled over the Police Officer got out of the car.
Steve Thunder: Breathe. Be calm. She doesn’t know anything. It’s going to be okay!
He wound down his window as the Police Officer reached the car.
Police Woman: Good Afternoon, Sir.
Steve Thunder: ... Afternoon Officer...
Police Woman: Do you know why I pulled you over?
Thunder lowered his head, only wondering why, and hoping why not.
Police Woman: Well?
Steve Thunder: Er... Not a clue... Why don’t you tell me.
Police Woman: This is no time for jokes, Sir.
Thunder looked up at the woman, who stood about five feet four inches tall and was as hot as hell.
He replies.
Steve Thunder: Sorry, Officer.
Police Woman: I pulled you over because you were going thirty over the speed limit back there.
Steve Thunder: A SPEEDING TICKET?! Is that all?! Okay so just give it to me and I will pay it…
The Police Woman seems angry but pulls out a ticket and fills it out and hands it to him.
Police Woman: Sign there and that will be fifty dollars please.
Steve Thunder: Erm... Yeah sure, okay. Here take the money, can I go now?
Police Woman: Yes you can... Don’t do it again...
He wound his window up and sped away from the Officer covering her in dust as he tried to get away fast enough that he wouldn’t become that worried again.
I got a slap on the wrist?! Don’t do it again?! Is that all she had to say, yes! I was amazed at the time but I never thought to laugh, I just thought about getting the hell out of there as fast as I could before she heard of a murder and a Black Porsche and got me again. Worry was all I could feel, I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t see straight. I felt like I had been drinking WAY too much, even though I knew I hadn’t even had a drink... I wasn’t my father.
As he continued down the road, he was constantly looking behind him to clarify that there was nobody following him.
After a few more minutes of driving, Thunder got off the dusty tracks and was on a road with only one house, it must have been worth millions. Acres of land and trees all around, not to mention security was all over the place.
He drove up to the house and got out of his car, immediately he was greeted by a Security Guard.
Security Guard: Sorry Sir, this is private property owned by Chris Spencer...
Steve Thunder: I'm his son... Stephen Spencer.
Security Guard: I am afraid I have to ask you for identification... Young Stephen Spencer hasn’t been here since he was eleven years old... I don’t remember his face... I need to see Identification.
Steve Thunder: Isn’t the car enough?!
Security Guard: Sorry Sir, but no it isn’t... There are a lot of Black Porsches that visit this house... Now, do you have identification?
Steve Thunder: Where is the garage? I will prove I am Stephen Spencer there... You need a special horn formation to enter it, right? Only Spencer's know it...
Security Guard: The garage is just around the side of the house, if you get inside that then I will consider that identification.
Thunder swallowed hard, remembering that he hadn’t heard the horn formation in years.
Even though he knew the formation, he was so tense that he thought he may get it wrong. As the Security Guard watched him drive to the side of the house he gave a little grin, as all Thunder could do was slowly take the corner and hope for the best.
He parked in front of the garage door, and began to beep his horn.
The garage slowly opened.
Relief - what a relief. As I drove toward the garage I dipped, due to the fact that the garage was an underground hide out for my fathers drugs and his sales went on there. I finally felt safe from everything.
Thunder drove into the garage, it dipped into an underground cave almost, and as he got inside the garage door closed and he stopped the car at the top of the dip so that he could walk down the rest of the way to ensure there was nobody else there.
Steve Thunder: Come on Steve... There is nobody here but you...
He walked on and looked from the bottom of the dip onwards, to his surprise there were actually two other people there. Two well-built men with all black suits on, they looked to be wearing what the security guard at the gates was wearing.
Thunder hid behind a crate of what we will presume is drugs, he whispered to himself in panic.
Steve Thunder: Who are they?!
He breathed out, letting out some tension as it was rapidly building up inside his head. Fear was showing again in his face and expression. He once again spoke to himself.
Steve Thunder: Only one way to find out... come on.
He stood up from behind the crate, and the two men still had their backs to him.
Steve Thunder: Who are you?!
The two shot their heads round; looking dead at Thunder.
Man #1: WHO THE HELL?! WE are employees of Chris Spencer... Who the hell are you, kid?!
Thunder went in to a state of shock, he froze, his jaw was probably touching the ground by now. He just killed their employer, and if they knew about it they'd be pretty pissed right about now.
I couldn’t possibly say I was Stephen Spencer, the son of the man I just killed and their employer... Imagine what would happen to me. As much as I didn’t want to say that’s who I was, I had no alternative... If I was an intruder then I would be killed... As his son I stood more of a chance of survival, even if it was marginal.
Thunder stood deadly still as the two men looked at him, waiting for a response.
I was trying to talk but nothing would come out, I was thinking before I spoke and I kept forgetting to actually speak after thought. Dogs can smell fear, and I think these guys were dogs.
Man #2: WELL?! Don’t make us wait, kid. We hate to wait; we will come over there and beat it out of you if we have to. Now, kid, who the hell are you?
I finally mustered up the courage to just reply with what I thought would be the best response at the time, and would keep me out of the biggest beating.
Thunder looked at the two men and after swallowing hard he spoke.
Steve Thunder: I... I am Stephen Spencer, the son of Chris Spencer...
Man #1: What?! You can’t be Stephen Spencer... Stephen Spencer died years ago... HOW DARE YOU TAKE HIS NAME!
Steve Thunder: WHAT?! I am alive and right here… I am telling you I am Stephen Spencer.
Man #2: No you’re not... Chris was heartbroken over the loss why would he lie to us?
Steve Thunder: I was dead to him...
Thunder looked at the ground... And then back up at the two men who were walking towards him.
Man #2: Its not gonna work, kid. Leave now or we will force you to leave.
Oh I wasn’t going anywhere, this was my house... This is my house. My father may have told them I was dead, but I find it highly ironic that he was the one who was dead now, not me...
Man #1: WE SAID.... LEAVE!
Thunder cuts the man off.
Steve Thunder: No... This is MY House!
Man #2: Well then…
The two men begin to walk towards him as he begins to walk backwards.
I was about to get my ass kicked worse than I had ever had my ass kicked before.
Steve Thunder: Now... Guys, come on. We don’t have to fight I am just a kid... I am just your bosses kid
Man #1: Wait! What if he is telling the truth?
Steve Thunder: Yeah... Yeah what if I am... Which I am...
Thunder laughed, trying to cover the fear that was really beginning to build now.
Steve Thunder: . . . . . . . .
Man #2: Well that means Chris lied, but he must have had reason... And then we'd be fired...
Thunder could see his plan working... He was convincing them slowly.
Man #2: But what if he is lying... Chris wouldn’t be too happy.
Thunder looked on, praying for the answer he needed.
Man #1: So we are running a risk here, no matter what!
I did not need to hear that... I wasn’t ready for a two man ass kicking yet!
Thunder looked at the two men with worry flowing through his veins.
Steve Thunder: Well guys what do ya...
He backs into the Porsche and a potential corner.
Steve Thunder: ... say...
Man #1: Sorry, kid. We can’t run that kind of risk...
Steve Thunder: What risk?!
The two men looked at each other.
Couldn’t they run the risk of me being his son...? Or of me not being his son...? Security Guards make no sense, all I know is that I was getting so worried that my whole body started shaking.
The two men looked back at him.
Man #1: GET HIM!
Thunder widened his eyes and ducked the first blow off the men.
Steve Thunder: WAIT! Can’t we just talk about this?!
He stepped backwards as the two men turned back to face him.
Steve Thunder: Lets just talk!
Thunder was forced again to duck as both men’s fists came flying towards his face.
Steve Thunder: I see my father taught you!
Man #2: SHUT UP AND FIGHT!
Steve Thunder: WHAT?!
As the two men came at him, Thunder dropped into the splits and punched both guys in the nuts and then clasped his legs together which simultaneously swept their legs from under them.
They got up straight away as did he.
Man #2: I wanted children, asshole!
Steve Thunder: THEN STOP FIGHTING ME!
Man #2: They aint everything...
Thunder stands there as the two men once again come at him, the first man connects with a right to his head and then steps behind him and hold him for the other man to hit.
Steve Thunder: Argh.. Get off me!
The Man talks in between punches.
Man #1: This... is... for... Chris... YEAH!
Thunder spat out as the fifth punch connected.
As the man raised his fist to swing at Thunders head, Thunder raised his foot forwards and kicked the man between the legs, as he did, the man went down. He then swung his leg backwards and connected with the other man between the legs.
With both men down, Thunder stood regaining his breath.
Steve Thunder: I don’t feel like talking anymore!
Thunder stands and swings his right leg with all his might and connects with the side of the first mans head, then spins around connecting with a right foot to the other mans head.
Steve Thunder: … Wow…
As he stands in amazement of his own ability, the two men begin to gradually get up.
Thunder takes a step backwards and bumps into a stand, as he turns around he sees it’s his fathers martial arts weaponry... he grabs the nun-chucks.
As Thunder holds the nun-chucks the first man runs at him but he lowers his body and hits the man in the knee with the nun-chuck, he then stands up and swings over the first mans head and connects with the jaw of the other man, sending him down. Thunder then swings down on the back of the first mans head with the nun-chucks and as he is going down Thunder swings back around and hits him square in the face with the nun-chucks.
Steve Thunder: . . . . . . . .
Thunder stands speechless, looking down on the two men who are holding their injuries, and trying to shield their manly crying.
How did I suddenly pick up those skills, I was seventeen, I have never seen a seventeen year old beat down on two fully grown Security Guards... When did I become the exception?!
Thunder looked down on the two men, with the nun-chucks still in his hand. He took a step back as the two men began to get to their feet.
Once the two men were on their feet, Thunder was again ready to fight and as he raised the nun-chucks the men began backing away. They pointed their fingers at him to show they would get him for this, and as they walked away and out of the garage, Thunder dropped the nun-chucks and looked down on his hands.
Fade to Black.
Escaping; Looking for a better Place. As I remember it, it hurts and it pains me to imagine that I left a bleeding man to die on the floor of his own house. It pains me even further knowing that the man was my own Father. The man that I once aspired to become, the man that took care of our family in his own little way, even through the beatings.
As much as I cursed and hated my father I would have never wished death upon him. I would never have even imagined killing him, and now I had done more than just imagine, I had made that a reality, I had killed my father. I had killed him, not on any day but on a day in which my girlfriend was in my bedroom, waiting for me to come back, and like my father... I never came back... I never went back. How did I reunite with Carmen in the future only to separate once again?
That’s a story for another Time.
The ever screaming question that flows through my mind each day is this: If I hadn’t done it on that day, how long would it have been until I did it anyway? Not too long, in my eyes. Even though my father put me through hell, and brought me back with Satan on my shoulder, I still loved him and I wouldn’t have ever killed him. Fighting was all we ever did but when a fight escalates to that, you know it’s bad. When I hit my father I knew things would only get worse but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine it getting THAT bad, maybe a couple of cuts but not a death. Maybe a few more beatings for me, but not the death of my father.
I am no killer.
Or am I? I don’t believe that an accidental murder of a man who has tried to kill you all of your life is really something that justifies you as a killer, do you? If it wasn’t him then it would have been me, that’s how I have learnt to look at the situation. If I hadn’t hit my father in the way I did then he would have gotten to his feet and beat me so badly that it would have been me who was dead. I just consider myself lucky that he didn’t get up and end up killing Carmen, that’s something he was more capable of.
Notice WAS, he's gone now.
When I grabbed the keys to the Porsche and ran outside, and got in the car I never thought it would still be haunting me. When I saw the blood begin to flow from his wound I never thought I would still imagine the blood was on my hands.
But I do.
When I drove down that highway, and I wondered what was going to happen to me, I questioned the fact that the Police might come for me because I was as good as a stone cold killer. I had killed and I ran from the consequences, not very manly.
But VERY Smart.
From the point in which my fist connected with my fathers temple I knew that I had gained a power I never had before, I could retaliate and as much as it had taken for me to do so... I knew I could and now I could more easily. I wouldn’t let anybody punish me the way my father had done for seventeen years and in respect I wouldn’t punish anybody that way either.
I know what you’re thinking; how is becoming a wrestler going to assist you in not punishing others? Simple. I don’t do it for amusement and I don’t do it for no reason, I do it because they are able to fight back... It’s what I do for a living.
It’s my Life.
The beatings I take every day in the ring are nothing on the beatings my father used to give to me. My father was aiming to kill me; my opponents only ever aim to beat me, to earn a victory over a big name... Well... a name at least.
Highways don’t Judge you...
People Judge you...
I Judge you...
.:: My Past – The Childhood – Part II ::.
The Scene Finally Opens.
The scene is of a long and narrow sandy, dusty and dirty road. It’s near to the desert areas as the cactus green shines evidently from the sides of the road. In the distance through the waves of heat we see a black car speeding our way, it’s at least a mile away but the gleam of the car can be seen a mile off as the saying goes. The sand is distorting our view further as we begin to pan the area.
We look around.
We see that the area is very deserted, there is no sign of life, in fact it seems that the only remnants of life are the many Cactus and the car in the distance, however mistakes have been made before. The rocks that cover the ground in the larger section of desert to the side of the road are immense in size and touching the sand would burn your hand, the heat is so intense. After getting a feel for our surroundings…
Fade to black.
Shoot back up.
We are once again looking at the roads as we see that same black car getting very close, and as we presumed it is indeed the black Porsche of Steve Thunder, or should we say his father? The Porsche begins to pull into the side of the road and as it does it halts and the engine is cut off. The car remains still as the hot vapours from the engine come out and make the car seem to be rippling.
Obviously inside the car it must be Thunder but as the door wildly swings open on the drivers side of the car, nobody steps out. Thunder is usually fast to leave a car but this time, or at that age he wasn’t, he didn’t get out of the car, nobody did.
After a few moments waiting a foot steps from inside the car and as it hits the ground the dust from the sand flies around everywhere and then the other foot comes from the car and more dust flies.
Finally it settles.
As the dust settles, Thunder stands up from the car leaving the door open. He begins to pace frantically on the same little area of sand as he wipes sweat from his brow. As he wipes the sweat, he covers his eyes with his hands and wipes what could be tears from his eyes. Thunder then looks down on his fist.
He sees the chain.
Thunder begins to unroll the chain from around his fist, and as he does he sees some little drips of blood on the chain and remembering that the chain caused this mess, he thinks in the smartest way he possibly can as he throws the chain to the center of the desert like area, and then spins around kicking the floor.
Thunder speaks after a little more kicking.
Steve Thunder: What have I done?! How could I?! I killed him... I fucking killed him! How is this possible?! Why me?!
I have never been so angry with myself, I have never had that much frustration towards myself. I was alone in the desert and I was alone in the world... I had lost everything with one punch... In less than the three seconds it takes to win a match I had killed my own father, I had killed the only person who was still in my life, good or bad, besides Carmen who I lost at the same time!
Thunder falls forward in a heap and rests his head on the roof of the Porsche.
As he leans against the Porsche he begins to murmur a few words.
Steve Thunder: Why does this all happen to me... today. I was gonna get laid... I was gonna go out for the day... I had no plans in my diary for killing my father and losing my girlfriend...
Thunder lets out a huff and a puff of complaint and anger.
Steve Thunder: He could have died anytime... Did it have to be by my hands?!
He slowly raised his head and span around, he cursed a little at the sky, perhaps towards God and then span back around kicking the car with all his force and as he did his foot bounced back and he started to act like there was no pain... but then…
Steve Thunder: MOTHER FUCKER!
He snapped his arm down and grabbed his right foot, as it must have been pulsating. Thunder began to hop around on one foot, then mustering his courage he put the foot down slowly and limped to the Porsche sitting in the drivers seat with his legs still hanging out.
Steve Thunder: ... Oh... what... a... day...
Thunder lay back, almost in a sulk and as he did he shot back up and held his back... The gearstick had dug in to him.
He sat with an angered look crossing his face in realisation that today was not destined to be his day, he was indeed meant to have the worst day ever. Knowing that, Thunder slid backwards over the gearstick and sat with his back against the passengers door and his legs across the drivers seat.
He began to bang his head against the window thinking of what he could possibly do to get himself of the ditch he had already managed to dig for himself. Closing his eyes and resting his head, he hadn’t had sleep the night before because of his father banging the door.
Sleep Deprivation was finally kicking in, I figured it was time to rest and let all this pass me by. Closing my eyes want a smart idea though, every time I did it I saw an image of my father falling to the ground, and I saw him getting up and killing me. I knew it wasn’t real but fear is a complicated thing to comprehend sometimes. I managed to keep my eyes closed as I thought of all the good times myself and Carmen had together, and in doing so I reminded myself of the fact that I just lost her.
Thunders eyes remained closed but as they did, little tears began to flow from under his eyes lids, as he rested his head in his hands, and began to tap his feet against the seat of the car.
He put his fingers to his eyes and squeezed the tears out and dried his eyes after that.
Realising that he was on his own out here and nobody could see him so he shouldn’t be embarrassed, the seventeen year old Thunder began to cry.
He stayed perfectly still and cried, he didn’t make noise, he stopped the tapping with his feet, he just sat there with his head in his hands.
I never imagined pain like I was feeling, I never imagined that I could lose Carmen and I certainly never imagined that I could be capable of killing my own father. The car I was sitting in was my fathers car, well I guess it was mine at the time but it reminded me of everything I had done, the smell of cannabis that coated the seats and remained in the air of the car reminded me of my fathers drug ties, and just how much danger I was potentially now in.
He took a deep breath, and then raised his head from his hands. Thunder was no longer showing his emotions. As he raised his head, he snapped it to the side as he hears Police sirens in the background.
Steve Thunder: What the?! No!
Thunder didn’t have any time to think; he just jumped back into the drivers seat and sped away as the Police were just coming up on where he originally was. They followed him onwards.
Have you ever had the feeling that it’s your time to die... I got that feeling there. I thought it was time to die, because one thing for sure if they were here for me then I wasn’t giving up without a fight and that would get me in more trouble than I would be in already. When they were following me my heart was racing. For every rev of the engine my heart beat twice... For every turn of the wheel my fear grew... My concern was certainly showing.
He looked behind him and he could see that the Police Woman was waving him into the side of the road, and as Thunder was ready to fight he thought to pull over, woman or not at this time, and try making it a lot less of a bad situation that it already was. As he pulled over the Police Officer got out of the car.
Steve Thunder: Breathe. Be calm. She doesn’t know anything. It’s going to be okay!
He wound down his window as the Police Officer reached the car.
Police Woman: Good Afternoon, Sir.
Steve Thunder: ... Afternoon Officer...
Police Woman: Do you know why I pulled you over?
Thunder lowered his head, only wondering why, and hoping why not.
Police Woman: Well?
Steve Thunder: Er... Not a clue... Why don’t you tell me.
Police Woman: This is no time for jokes, Sir.
Thunder looked up at the woman, who stood about five feet four inches tall and was as hot as hell.
He replies.
Steve Thunder: Sorry, Officer.
Police Woman: I pulled you over because you were going thirty over the speed limit back there.
Steve Thunder: A SPEEDING TICKET?! Is that all?! Okay so just give it to me and I will pay it…
The Police Woman seems angry but pulls out a ticket and fills it out and hands it to him.
Police Woman: Sign there and that will be fifty dollars please.
Steve Thunder: Erm... Yeah sure, okay. Here take the money, can I go now?
Police Woman: Yes you can... Don’t do it again...
He wound his window up and sped away from the Officer covering her in dust as he tried to get away fast enough that he wouldn’t become that worried again.
I got a slap on the wrist?! Don’t do it again?! Is that all she had to say, yes! I was amazed at the time but I never thought to laugh, I just thought about getting the hell out of there as fast as I could before she heard of a murder and a Black Porsche and got me again. Worry was all I could feel, I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t see straight. I felt like I had been drinking WAY too much, even though I knew I hadn’t even had a drink... I wasn’t my father.
As he continued down the road, he was constantly looking behind him to clarify that there was nobody following him.
After a few more minutes of driving, Thunder got off the dusty tracks and was on a road with only one house, it must have been worth millions. Acres of land and trees all around, not to mention security was all over the place.
He drove up to the house and got out of his car, immediately he was greeted by a Security Guard.
Security Guard: Sorry Sir, this is private property owned by Chris Spencer...
Steve Thunder: I'm his son... Stephen Spencer.
Security Guard: I am afraid I have to ask you for identification... Young Stephen Spencer hasn’t been here since he was eleven years old... I don’t remember his face... I need to see Identification.
Steve Thunder: Isn’t the car enough?!
Security Guard: Sorry Sir, but no it isn’t... There are a lot of Black Porsches that visit this house... Now, do you have identification?
Steve Thunder: Where is the garage? I will prove I am Stephen Spencer there... You need a special horn formation to enter it, right? Only Spencer's know it...
Security Guard: The garage is just around the side of the house, if you get inside that then I will consider that identification.
Thunder swallowed hard, remembering that he hadn’t heard the horn formation in years.
Even though he knew the formation, he was so tense that he thought he may get it wrong. As the Security Guard watched him drive to the side of the house he gave a little grin, as all Thunder could do was slowly take the corner and hope for the best.
He parked in front of the garage door, and began to beep his horn.
The garage slowly opened.
Relief - what a relief. As I drove toward the garage I dipped, due to the fact that the garage was an underground hide out for my fathers drugs and his sales went on there. I finally felt safe from everything.
Thunder drove into the garage, it dipped into an underground cave almost, and as he got inside the garage door closed and he stopped the car at the top of the dip so that he could walk down the rest of the way to ensure there was nobody else there.
Steve Thunder: Come on Steve... There is nobody here but you...
He walked on and looked from the bottom of the dip onwards, to his surprise there were actually two other people there. Two well-built men with all black suits on, they looked to be wearing what the security guard at the gates was wearing.
Thunder hid behind a crate of what we will presume is drugs, he whispered to himself in panic.
Steve Thunder: Who are they?!
He breathed out, letting out some tension as it was rapidly building up inside his head. Fear was showing again in his face and expression. He once again spoke to himself.
Steve Thunder: Only one way to find out... come on.
He stood up from behind the crate, and the two men still had their backs to him.
Steve Thunder: Who are you?!
The two shot their heads round; looking dead at Thunder.
Man #1: WHO THE HELL?! WE are employees of Chris Spencer... Who the hell are you, kid?!
Thunder went in to a state of shock, he froze, his jaw was probably touching the ground by now. He just killed their employer, and if they knew about it they'd be pretty pissed right about now.
I couldn’t possibly say I was Stephen Spencer, the son of the man I just killed and their employer... Imagine what would happen to me. As much as I didn’t want to say that’s who I was, I had no alternative... If I was an intruder then I would be killed... As his son I stood more of a chance of survival, even if it was marginal.
Thunder stood deadly still as the two men looked at him, waiting for a response.
I was trying to talk but nothing would come out, I was thinking before I spoke and I kept forgetting to actually speak after thought. Dogs can smell fear, and I think these guys were dogs.
Man #2: WELL?! Don’t make us wait, kid. We hate to wait; we will come over there and beat it out of you if we have to. Now, kid, who the hell are you?
I finally mustered up the courage to just reply with what I thought would be the best response at the time, and would keep me out of the biggest beating.
Thunder looked at the two men and after swallowing hard he spoke.
Steve Thunder: I... I am Stephen Spencer, the son of Chris Spencer...
Man #1: What?! You can’t be Stephen Spencer... Stephen Spencer died years ago... HOW DARE YOU TAKE HIS NAME!
Steve Thunder: WHAT?! I am alive and right here… I am telling you I am Stephen Spencer.
Man #2: No you’re not... Chris was heartbroken over the loss why would he lie to us?
Steve Thunder: I was dead to him...
Thunder looked at the ground... And then back up at the two men who were walking towards him.
Man #2: Its not gonna work, kid. Leave now or we will force you to leave.
Oh I wasn’t going anywhere, this was my house... This is my house. My father may have told them I was dead, but I find it highly ironic that he was the one who was dead now, not me...
Man #1: WE SAID.... LEAVE!
Thunder cuts the man off.
Steve Thunder: No... This is MY House!
Man #2: Well then…
The two men begin to walk towards him as he begins to walk backwards.
I was about to get my ass kicked worse than I had ever had my ass kicked before.
Steve Thunder: Now... Guys, come on. We don’t have to fight I am just a kid... I am just your bosses kid
Man #1: Wait! What if he is telling the truth?
Steve Thunder: Yeah... Yeah what if I am... Which I am...
Thunder laughed, trying to cover the fear that was really beginning to build now.
Steve Thunder: . . . . . . . .
Man #2: Well that means Chris lied, but he must have had reason... And then we'd be fired...
Thunder could see his plan working... He was convincing them slowly.
Man #2: But what if he is lying... Chris wouldn’t be too happy.
Thunder looked on, praying for the answer he needed.
Man #1: So we are running a risk here, no matter what!
I did not need to hear that... I wasn’t ready for a two man ass kicking yet!
Thunder looked at the two men with worry flowing through his veins.
Steve Thunder: Well guys what do ya...
He backs into the Porsche and a potential corner.
Steve Thunder: ... say...
Man #1: Sorry, kid. We can’t run that kind of risk...
Steve Thunder: What risk?!
The two men looked at each other.
Couldn’t they run the risk of me being his son...? Or of me not being his son...? Security Guards make no sense, all I know is that I was getting so worried that my whole body started shaking.
The two men looked back at him.
Man #1: GET HIM!
Thunder widened his eyes and ducked the first blow off the men.
Steve Thunder: WAIT! Can’t we just talk about this?!
He stepped backwards as the two men turned back to face him.
Steve Thunder: Lets just talk!
Thunder was forced again to duck as both men’s fists came flying towards his face.
Steve Thunder: I see my father taught you!
Man #2: SHUT UP AND FIGHT!
Steve Thunder: WHAT?!
As the two men came at him, Thunder dropped into the splits and punched both guys in the nuts and then clasped his legs together which simultaneously swept their legs from under them.
They got up straight away as did he.
Man #2: I wanted children, asshole!
Steve Thunder: THEN STOP FIGHTING ME!
Man #2: They aint everything...
Thunder stands there as the two men once again come at him, the first man connects with a right to his head and then steps behind him and hold him for the other man to hit.
Steve Thunder: Argh.. Get off me!
The Man talks in between punches.
Man #1: This... is... for... Chris... YEAH!
Thunder spat out as the fifth punch connected.
As the man raised his fist to swing at Thunders head, Thunder raised his foot forwards and kicked the man between the legs, as he did, the man went down. He then swung his leg backwards and connected with the other man between the legs.
With both men down, Thunder stood regaining his breath.
Steve Thunder: I don’t feel like talking anymore!
Thunder stands and swings his right leg with all his might and connects with the side of the first mans head, then spins around connecting with a right foot to the other mans head.
Steve Thunder: … Wow…
As he stands in amazement of his own ability, the two men begin to gradually get up.
Thunder takes a step backwards and bumps into a stand, as he turns around he sees it’s his fathers martial arts weaponry... he grabs the nun-chucks.
As Thunder holds the nun-chucks the first man runs at him but he lowers his body and hits the man in the knee with the nun-chuck, he then stands up and swings over the first mans head and connects with the jaw of the other man, sending him down. Thunder then swings down on the back of the first mans head with the nun-chucks and as he is going down Thunder swings back around and hits him square in the face with the nun-chucks.
Steve Thunder: . . . . . . . .
Thunder stands speechless, looking down on the two men who are holding their injuries, and trying to shield their manly crying.
How did I suddenly pick up those skills, I was seventeen, I have never seen a seventeen year old beat down on two fully grown Security Guards... When did I become the exception?!
Thunder looked down on the two men, with the nun-chucks still in his hand. He took a step back as the two men began to get to their feet.
Once the two men were on their feet, Thunder was again ready to fight and as he raised the nun-chucks the men began backing away. They pointed their fingers at him to show they would get him for this, and as they walked away and out of the garage, Thunder dropped the nun-chucks and looked down on his hands.
Fade to Black.
