Post by Puppet on Jul 25, 2007 14:32:33 GMT -5
Fort MacMurray grew darker, colder as night’s veil fell upon the city, draped around the town as if to definitively state to all outsiders: Leave, go. You are not welcome here. Streetlights in perfect formation cast an eerie glow on the dull, repetitive road, like the huge glowing eyes of some horrible monster. The spots untouched by the streetlamps’ glow were perhaps even worse, each a great black maw that would swallow one up the moment they left the safety of the light.It’ll
A single, massive figure gazed at a lifeless street, looking through a grimy window in a small, ordinary apartment. His more definite features were undistinguishable through the unclean glass, but he clearly disliked the place. A drooping cigarette hung from his mouth, the end flaring every time he took a breath. The man’s dark silhouette twitched as the end of the cigarette fell onto his massive, crossed arms. He flicked the butt off of his arms and continued staring suspiciously out onto the street, as if the streetlights and homes were suspect to the most heinous of crimes.
Apparently, the man had either accomplished or given up on his mission at the windowsill, turning away from it and returning to the hidden parts of his small, temporary home.
#
Staring out of a similar window, in another small neighborhood within Fort MacMurray, was Jacob Frost. His window, actually cleaned, revealed a man with a worried expression, his nails chewed to the quick, beads of sweat dripping down his face.
Jacob nervously looked over his shoulder, glancing at his younger brother, Donald “Puppet” Frost. The demented teenager was still sitting flat on the floor, still staring at his miniature deer doll as if in wordless conversation with it. Jacob had been surprised at how relatively normal he had been after his fight. But as he sat silently with his doll, the manic Frost brother donned a disturbing, excited smile that terrified Jacob.
No matter how many times he told himself that Donny had always been this insane, he couldn’t help but remember the match. Donny had decimated his foe, more like a savage animal than a human being. As he stared out to the desolate streets below, he couldn’t help but feel a little like Dr. Frankenstein. By exposing Donny to an arena where he was free to express his violent tendencies, Jacob was on a road that ended with the creation of a monster.
It was funny, really, that the only thing he was so nervous about was the fact that Donny was smiling. Usually, his face was blank, unreadable when sharing silent conversation with his doll. It was far from expressionless now, a wild grin set upon the psychotic child’s face as he stared at “Bambi”.
Jacob stared back out into the window, trying and failing to place his thoughts far away from his younger brother. He kept glancing back at the boy, hoping his expression would change, or that he would spontaneously jump into his shabby excuse for a bed, or that at least something would happen.
Nothing. Not a single movement. He just sat there, that overjoyed, satisfied, positively demented smile on his face as he gazed into his puppet’s cheap plastic eyes. God, couldn’t he at least blink?! Jacob had always had bad feelings about this wrestling thing, particularly when he’d seen Donny in that practice match... he’d looked like he was enjoying himself. And if Jacob knew anything, it was that if Donny was enjoying himself, there was something seriously wrong going on. Now, having seen Donny in a real fight, he knew that this whole idea was a horrible, horrible mistake. It didn’t even pay well, he noted. This entire thing was a bad idea.
#
Donny wondered why Jacob was so nervous. What was there to be upset about? Last night had been so much fun! It was too bad that he had to stop before the stupid man would’ve just started bleeding... but no, Jacob had to stop him!
Jacob could never make up his mind about anything; he would take Bambi then give him back, he’d tell Donny that he could hurt people and then he couldn’t. But that was just the way Jacob was, so indecisive. Donny couldn’t see why he couldn’t just let things be simple; hurting people was funny, and Donny should have Bambi. Why’d he always have to change his mind?
Tobias was nicer, though. Tobias understood Donny, listened to him. He didn’t like it when Donny hurt people, which was ridiculous, but he was really nice, so he made up for it, Donny thought. Tobias had given him Bambi, and had shown him the movie with Bambi in it... Tobias was so much nicer than Jacob.
#
Jacob slammed his fist against the window in frustration, the glass holding easily against his weak blow. It had happened again. Another one of his brilliant plans had gone up in flames, and was gonna cost him more than it’d pay. How the hell was he supposed to get out of this one? If he’d judged Ash’s character right, the man wasn’t about to let him and Donny just walk out of the OWF, no strings attached.
“You’ve gone and fucked yourself again, Frost,” Jacob muttered to himself, sorely missing the warm comfort of alcohol. While he missed it like hell, at least he’d been able to quit the stuff. God only knew what would happen if he got drunk with Donny on his hands.
“Jacob?”
Jacob practically had a heart attack and tripped over a nearby chair. He fell to the floor and hit his elbow on the rock-hard floor of his apartment, trying to catch himself. He got to his feet and gingerly touched his elbow, flinching at the pain.
“Sweet mother of God, don’t sneak up on me like that,” he muttered, cradling his elbow. He looked at Donny to see that Bambi was dangling at his side in his left hand, the manic, exhilarated look on his face replaced with a curious one. He was a little relieved, seeing that Donny seemed to be back to normal. Well, normal for him. “What is it?”
It’ll “Where’s Tobias?” he asked, his air of curious innocence making him seem remarkably like a little kid.
Tobias... Jacob had hoped never to hear that damn name again. That bastard with a Jesus complex had left them and their mother to become some damn cop. Donny should’ve been Tobias’ responsibility, but no, he had to go off and play hero and leave psycho-boy on Jacob’s hands.
“No idea. Why do you want to know where that bastard is?” Jacob replied coldly, unable to keep the bitter hatred out of his voice.
Donny didn’t respond. He just plopped back down on the floor and resumed staring at the doll, fascinated by that which wasn’t there. Well, at least he’d stopped making that damn creepy smile.
#
A man so large that it seemed almost ridiculous prowled about his small, poorly maintained and seldom lit apartment, irritated at his complete lack of progress with his current mission. Try as he might, he couldn’t find a trace of Jacob and Donald Frost... which was ludicrous, as the latter of the two was a psychopath whose presence one would think would not go unnoticed. But maybe Fort Mac had plenty of mental cases? He hadn’t been there very long, so he had no idea either way.
The people at the local psych ward hadn’t known who he was talking about when he asked about Donald Frost, either, which meant that either Jacob was doing a surprisingly good job at keeping Donny under wraps, or he’d cut a deal with some sort of devil. He’d thought that it’d be easy enough to find the Frost brothers, when he’d managed to trace them to some place in Canada. But somehow they’d been able to stay out of all public record, and had ducked around all of the means at his disposal to find them.
“I swear... I’m going to find you, Jacob.”
A single, massive figure gazed at a lifeless street, looking through a grimy window in a small, ordinary apartment. His more definite features were undistinguishable through the unclean glass, but he clearly disliked the place. A drooping cigarette hung from his mouth, the end flaring every time he took a breath. The man’s dark silhouette twitched as the end of the cigarette fell onto his massive, crossed arms. He flicked the butt off of his arms and continued staring suspiciously out onto the street, as if the streetlights and homes were suspect to the most heinous of crimes.
Apparently, the man had either accomplished or given up on his mission at the windowsill, turning away from it and returning to the hidden parts of his small, temporary home.
#
Staring out of a similar window, in another small neighborhood within Fort MacMurray, was Jacob Frost. His window, actually cleaned, revealed a man with a worried expression, his nails chewed to the quick, beads of sweat dripping down his face.
Jacob nervously looked over his shoulder, glancing at his younger brother, Donald “Puppet” Frost. The demented teenager was still sitting flat on the floor, still staring at his miniature deer doll as if in wordless conversation with it. Jacob had been surprised at how relatively normal he had been after his fight. But as he sat silently with his doll, the manic Frost brother donned a disturbing, excited smile that terrified Jacob.
No matter how many times he told himself that Donny had always been this insane, he couldn’t help but remember the match. Donny had decimated his foe, more like a savage animal than a human being. As he stared out to the desolate streets below, he couldn’t help but feel a little like Dr. Frankenstein. By exposing Donny to an arena where he was free to express his violent tendencies, Jacob was on a road that ended with the creation of a monster.
It was funny, really, that the only thing he was so nervous about was the fact that Donny was smiling. Usually, his face was blank, unreadable when sharing silent conversation with his doll. It was far from expressionless now, a wild grin set upon the psychotic child’s face as he stared at “Bambi”.
Jacob stared back out into the window, trying and failing to place his thoughts far away from his younger brother. He kept glancing back at the boy, hoping his expression would change, or that he would spontaneously jump into his shabby excuse for a bed, or that at least something would happen.
Nothing. Not a single movement. He just sat there, that overjoyed, satisfied, positively demented smile on his face as he gazed into his puppet’s cheap plastic eyes. God, couldn’t he at least blink?! Jacob had always had bad feelings about this wrestling thing, particularly when he’d seen Donny in that practice match... he’d looked like he was enjoying himself. And if Jacob knew anything, it was that if Donny was enjoying himself, there was something seriously wrong going on. Now, having seen Donny in a real fight, he knew that this whole idea was a horrible, horrible mistake. It didn’t even pay well, he noted. This entire thing was a bad idea.
#
Donny wondered why Jacob was so nervous. What was there to be upset about? Last night had been so much fun! It was too bad that he had to stop before the stupid man would’ve just started bleeding... but no, Jacob had to stop him!
Jacob could never make up his mind about anything; he would take Bambi then give him back, he’d tell Donny that he could hurt people and then he couldn’t. But that was just the way Jacob was, so indecisive. Donny couldn’t see why he couldn’t just let things be simple; hurting people was funny, and Donny should have Bambi. Why’d he always have to change his mind?
Tobias was nicer, though. Tobias understood Donny, listened to him. He didn’t like it when Donny hurt people, which was ridiculous, but he was really nice, so he made up for it, Donny thought. Tobias had given him Bambi, and had shown him the movie with Bambi in it... Tobias was so much nicer than Jacob.
#
Jacob slammed his fist against the window in frustration, the glass holding easily against his weak blow. It had happened again. Another one of his brilliant plans had gone up in flames, and was gonna cost him more than it’d pay. How the hell was he supposed to get out of this one? If he’d judged Ash’s character right, the man wasn’t about to let him and Donny just walk out of the OWF, no strings attached.
“You’ve gone and fucked yourself again, Frost,” Jacob muttered to himself, sorely missing the warm comfort of alcohol. While he missed it like hell, at least he’d been able to quit the stuff. God only knew what would happen if he got drunk with Donny on his hands.
“Jacob?”
Jacob practically had a heart attack and tripped over a nearby chair. He fell to the floor and hit his elbow on the rock-hard floor of his apartment, trying to catch himself. He got to his feet and gingerly touched his elbow, flinching at the pain.
“Sweet mother of God, don’t sneak up on me like that,” he muttered, cradling his elbow. He looked at Donny to see that Bambi was dangling at his side in his left hand, the manic, exhilarated look on his face replaced with a curious one. He was a little relieved, seeing that Donny seemed to be back to normal. Well, normal for him. “What is it?”
It’ll “Where’s Tobias?” he asked, his air of curious innocence making him seem remarkably like a little kid.
Tobias... Jacob had hoped never to hear that damn name again. That bastard with a Jesus complex had left them and their mother to become some damn cop. Donny should’ve been Tobias’ responsibility, but no, he had to go off and play hero and leave psycho-boy on Jacob’s hands.
“No idea. Why do you want to know where that bastard is?” Jacob replied coldly, unable to keep the bitter hatred out of his voice.
Donny didn’t respond. He just plopped back down on the floor and resumed staring at the doll, fascinated by that which wasn’t there. Well, at least he’d stopped making that damn creepy smile.
#
A man so large that it seemed almost ridiculous prowled about his small, poorly maintained and seldom lit apartment, irritated at his complete lack of progress with his current mission. Try as he might, he couldn’t find a trace of Jacob and Donald Frost... which was ludicrous, as the latter of the two was a psychopath whose presence one would think would not go unnoticed. But maybe Fort Mac had plenty of mental cases? He hadn’t been there very long, so he had no idea either way.
The people at the local psych ward hadn’t known who he was talking about when he asked about Donald Frost, either, which meant that either Jacob was doing a surprisingly good job at keeping Donny under wraps, or he’d cut a deal with some sort of devil. He’d thought that it’d be easy enough to find the Frost brothers, when he’d managed to trace them to some place in Canada. But somehow they’d been able to stay out of all public record, and had ducked around all of the means at his disposal to find them.
“I swear... I’m going to find you, Jacob.”