Post by 'The Franchise' SM Raye on Jun 20, 2013 18:18:43 GMT -4
Disclaimer: This is the other side of things since we have seen Isabella, Kazue, and Pyro's sides of this story... I think with what is going on to show the more sensitive side of Sebastian "SM" Raye... Now the only way I can do this is a little different than how he normally talks and usually is only when he is alone so I hope you guys and girls enjoy this... And remember this is a rare view of THE FRANCHISE.
The video that has been delivered plays on the television, the dim lights there-in are the only things lighting the room as we find someone sitting on the couch. There is a bottle of Jack in one hand and a cigarette in the other. A lonely tear drop trails down their cheek as the person watches the video. The all powerful Courier of Controversy seems very down and almost out. He reaches out with the remote and shuts down every piece of equipment with on press of a button. Those baby blue optics of his are incased in a sea of red, from either lack of sleep, crying, or maybe both. He slowly picks himself off of the couch.
"Funny isn't it... How one man's trash is another man's treasure... How one person can give you the world and another can bring it crumbling down..."
He stops talking for a moment and lays his head against a door frame. It is painfully obvious he has not shaved or anything for at least a couple days. He places his hand on the wall and stays there for a moment, silent as if in shock or deep thought.
"I once called Pyro a mirror image of me... I once thought of myself as the most despicable person ever... I once thought I had every thing in mind... That I had the advantage tactfully..."
Another tear begins to fall and his bottom lip quivers a little bit.
"Funny thing about wars... Nothing is sacred... In something that starts with two people... A lot more usually suffer... I should have taken that into consideration, but I didn't... I was blinded by my pride... I was blinded by my self-worth..."
The One Man Militia slams his fist into the wall once.
"I refuse... I refuse to give up..."
He does it again.
"I refuse to lay down and die... My wife has been gone for the last couple of days after seeing that video... My kids were taken because some cracked out JAPANESE prostitute decided her husband couldn't handle things on his own... You see I admit I messed up... I thought of this as all fun and games... I thought of this as nothing more than cheap parlour tricks... You know what I have done some terrible things in my time... Maybe this is what I have reaped for the sins I have sewn... But the punishment should be mine NOT my kids... I am the one who made the bed it should be ME lying in it..."
His balled up fist lays against the wall.
"I'm the guilty one... I'm the guilty one... And I'm guilty as charged... I'm the one they wanted... I am the one everyone wants to take down and it is my own fault... It's my fault... That I am wanted... Wanted... Dead or alive..."
He slams his first into the wall a few more times as if he is counting for some reason. The Mouthpiece of the Masses begins to sing softly.
"It's all the same... Only the names were changed... Everyday... It seems we're wasting away..."
He turns around and leans back into the wall.
"Another place... Where the faces are so cold... I'd drive night... Just to get back home..."
The One Man Militia pushes himself from his support.
"I'm cowboy... On steel horse I ride... I wanted... Dead or Alive... Wanted... Dead or aliiiiiiiivvvvveee..."
He walks through the room he is in, running his fingers over different items that bring back memories of better and worse times. He slowly makes his way through the house in the same fashion, heading toward his and Isa's bedroom. He stops in front of a closet and throws it open, randomly tossing out clothes as he continues the song.
"Sometimes I sleep... Sometimes it's not for days... And the people I meet... Always go their separate ways..."
He finds another bottle of Jack and pours it onto the floor.
"Sometimes you tell the day... By the bottle that you drink... And sometimes when you're aloooone... All you do is think..."
The Franchise rips off the shirt he is wearing and turns toward a denim one that appears to have had it's sleeves ripped off. He runs his fingers over it.
"I'm a cowboy... On steel horse I ride... I wanted... WANTED! Dead or alive..."
He tears the shirt from the hanger and throws it on. It has patches on it, one of which reads 'Honorary Member of LAX'. He walks out of the room and heads into what appears to be a bathroom, showing the back of the shirt with an emblem that reads 'SOA' before kicking the door shut behind him.
"I walk these streets... A loaded six string on my back..."
The door opens and he walks out wearing a pair of leather pants as well as the shirt from earlier. His eyes are determined again as he grabs a gym bag by the door.
"I play for keeps, cuz I might not make it back..."
He hurryingly stuffs clothes into the bag before heading into the room he started in.
"I been everywhere... Still I'm standing taaaall... I've seen a million faces..."
He turns the television back on and it shows a camera panning over a crowd at either a rock concert or a wrestling show.
"And I rocked them all..."
He makes his way into a garage and stands before an object under a tarp. There is at least a year's worth of dirt on the torn covering and he tosses it away to reveal a motorcycle. He runs his fingers over it for a moment.
"I'm cowboy... On a steel horse I ride... I'm waaannnnted... Dead or alive... I'm a cowboy... I have the night on my side... And I'm waaannnteeed..."
He pulls a set of keys from a hook before sticking them into the ignition of the bike.
"AND I RIIIIIDE!"
He revs the motor and the old girl purrs like a kitten.
"Dead or alive... AND I STILL DRIVE! I still drive..."
He revs it again.
"Dead or alive..."
He slowly puts on a helmet.
"Dead or alive... Dead or aliiiiivvve... Dead or alive... Dead or aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive..."
He kicks the vehicle into gear and takes off.
EOT
