Another step to cover up the flaws I see in myself. A man must cure the disease he created in himself before he can help to cure everyone else. A man worst enemy lies deep within himself. Fear eats at that disease and latches on to it, before you know it there is nothing you can do and you are overcome. The disease has become you, and you are left looking around for help.
It is a dark, dreary, rainy, night, and Damien is seen sitting in front of a grave stone letting the rain pour down on his head. After a few minutes a black pickup truck is seen stopping behind him. A man dressed in all black is seen getting out of the truck. He walks up behind Damien who just sits there staring at the grave. Minutes that seem like hours pass and as a clap of lightning illuminates the sky the man leans down and puts his hand on Damien’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry son.”
Damien stands up from the grave and looks at his father, who was gracious enough to sober up for the occasion.
“Dad, I’m sorry too, I‘m sorry it‘s not me laying in that grave. Brian had everything going for him and a great future. The only thing I will amount to is working to pay of the debts you and mom created.”
Through the rain a tear is seen running down Damien’s father’s face.
“Why are you here Dad?”
His father ashamed looks up at his teenage son.
“Damien I know what I have done, I know the life I created for you is one that is horrible, you are a better man than I am because if I was in your shoes I would have already killed myself.”
Damien shakes his head.
“See Dad that is where we are different, that is the easy way out, what would Tammi do? How would Uncle Evan make it through a time like this. I’m 15 years old Dad. I shouldn’t have to do deal with the shit I do, but I handle it the best way I know how, I don’t run, shit I’m afraid every time I open my eyes in the morning but I get up any way because I know there are a few that count on me. Now if you will excuse me I think I need some time to be alone, besides it’s around 2:30, isn’t there some bar you can be shutting down?”
With that Damien turns his back and kneels back down in front of his slain cousins grave. Damien’s father begins to walk away, as he reaches the cab that brought Damien there he reaches into his coat pocket and takes something out. He hands it to the cabdriver and says:
“Could you please hand this to my son?”
The cabby nods his head and his father gets into his truck. He sits there for a minute and watches his son. He then steps on the gas pedal and exit’s the graveyard without Damien looking twice. Damien finishes up and heads back to the cab.
“Your dad left this for you.”
The cab driver hands the letter to Damien. Damien opens the letter and reads what it has to say.
“I’m not a good man, nor am I a good father. I am doing ruining your life, and Tammi’s life. I never expected, or imagined it would end like this. My advice to you son is make something of your life. Do what you need to follow your dreams. Never end up like me, never end up a pathetic excuse for a man. When you get a chance check your bank account I put twenty thousand dollars in there. I also left a note for your uncle. Son I hope some where in your life you find it in your heard to forgive me.”
A tear runs down Damien’s face.
“Where to kid?”
Damien looks at the clock which reads 2:37, and says.
“I would like to go home please.”
The cab driver nods and Damien wipes the tear from his eye. He opens his eyes to find himself sitting in his dark living room holding a wedding picture of his father and mother. He stands up from the couch and walks over to the mantle and puts the picture down on it.
“Maybe some day Dad, but not yet.”
Damien makes his way to the kitchen and hops up on his counter top. The moon peers in through and near by window and Damien looks up at it.
“In just 24 hours, I again go through another therapy session., this time with Lion being the one accompanying me. I wish not to hurt your pride Lion but that is something I can not guarantee, because you see I think you are the first person that I will step into the ring with that I do not respect, and that does not bode well for you my friend. This will be my forth match in SFT and week after week I grow more confident that I belong here. In my short time here I have been 2 former World Champions and a legend of this place and you know what that signifies? Absolutely nothing, the only thing people remember is what have you done for me lately? I walked into New Beginnings not sure what to expect, and during my grueling war with Nex Angelus, and Jonathan Templeton, I found a part of myself I thought I had lost. My killer instinct. When I had my hand raised and I looked back over the carnage I left laying I felt a sense of accomplishment, and come Slaughter I anticipate having that feeling once again.”
Damien gets up from the counter and walks around to the television. Instead of turning it on he shuts his eyes.
“Lion in just a few short hours television sets across the country are going to tune in to SFT television and watch me completely physically and mentally dismantle you. Lion, when I step foot through the ropes of an SFT ring the person standing across from me is my pain killer, and I can’t wait for you to ease my pain. I’ll see you in the ring on Slaughter Lion.”
Damien pauses.
“Slaughter, umm, kind of ironic.”
With that being said Damien turns and walks out of the kitchen and back towards his bedroom, and that is how the camera fades to black.
