Post by King Vegas on Oct 28, 2007 20:14:49 GMT -4
The Toronto Skyline...His eyes readily danced over the sights and sounds of the breathtaking scenery before him.
How many times had he viewed the marvelous spectacle before him?...How many times had he found himself here, in this precise same predicament?...Countless it seems. Yet this time would prove to be more...Crucial to prior events, current ones as well as future instances.
He stood nearly motionless, staring out into the massive space in front of him, his thought process pondering the events of the forthcoming evening that he knew would occurring. Events that he knew for quite some time would come to fruition...His breathing patterns were slowly paced as he gazed out into the visual from behind the cover of his trademark darkly tinted glasses. The occasional shift in line of vision his only movement for what seemed like an eternity...His facial expression suggested that perhaps the man who would be King was seemingly reveling in the landscape of the beautiful city before him...As if...It would be his final time doing so...
Perhaps that was in fact truth...The attacks had caused for their numbers to dwindle sporadically over the course of the month long period prior to this single moment in time. Mr. Taylor...Lay motionless and void of response in a hospital bed less than 50 miles from the Tower he stood atop of...Taken down by a flurry of unforgiving gun fire some weeks ago...Miss Williams, an unfortunate victim of being guilty by association had also suffered the same fate, although surviving in good health for the most part...Damian...Silvia...The boys Joey & Chri$ forced to succumb to a fiery fate it seemed...The big man. The single individual who had watched his back for years upon years, more so than any other...Subjected to an explosion that was mere seconds away from claiming his very life...Just as one had done for his long time associate Mr. Gunns...One of the many women whom had given their all to him time and time again, Destiny...Suffering a horrible and almost fatal fate as well...Dice and Laura?...Gone...Taking the wise route as their brother Buck did, and leaving, apparently and decisively deciding against any further "casualties" in this impromptu war...
His head slowly lowered towards the metropolis below him...His hands finding their way to the edge of the structure he stood tall upon...Staring down...His thoughts almost submerged within the abyss that was this entire ordeal...His friends...His cohorts...His brothers...His sisters...His family...They were all gone now it seemed...At least it seemed such on the surface...He now stood alone...Alone, and surprising to him, not a single attack attempted upon his person during the entire tumultuous time period in question. He wondered...Pondered heavily as to a reason why such an approach would be taken...It was once said by one of his many "enemies", that "...To kill a snake...One must FIRST...Sever the head from the body"...And ideal...A theory greatly expressed through the years it seemed...One he in fact believed in as well...Yet the individual(s) whom had sought this partly unexpected war with his brethren seemed to be indulging in an alternate ideology. Was he the real focus of the attacks? Merely a tool in the decimation and destruction of perhaps the most dominant and prominent stable this industry had ever seen?...Was HE the real target, only given those additional days of good health and life in exchange for having to succumb to the fate of witnessing those he held dearest to him...Fall...One...By one...?
The truth of the entire ordeal...Perhaps would never truly be realized by him...Nor his fallen comrades or those whom had wisely fled the battlefield this time around...Highly doubtful at this point he thought as his head tilted slightly, his gaze fixated on the sky above as a long and deep sigh escaped his lips before the inevitable...And even more so, expected sound finally...Caught his ears...Almost instantly a head nod ensued as if agreeing to the forthcoming dialog...As well as the impending "confrontation" he knew would soon come to fruition...
His hand slowly lowered to the phone laying motionless, seemingly calling out to him to discover the genuine truth surrounding the events his brethren had endured as of late...His empty gaze remained intensely fixated on the device for a few seconds before his fingers found themselves wrapped around it, raising it from it's dormant stage, as his thumb found it's way to the required button to begin the much awaited conversation...Seconds later the device was only inches away from his ear, his eyes slowly closing as his words began...
What took you so long?...I was beginning to feel a bit neglected...
How many times had he viewed the marvelous spectacle before him?...How many times had he found himself here, in this precise same predicament?...Countless it seems. Yet this time would prove to be more...Crucial to prior events, current ones as well as future instances.
He stood nearly motionless, staring out into the massive space in front of him, his thought process pondering the events of the forthcoming evening that he knew would occurring. Events that he knew for quite some time would come to fruition...His breathing patterns were slowly paced as he gazed out into the visual from behind the cover of his trademark darkly tinted glasses. The occasional shift in line of vision his only movement for what seemed like an eternity...His facial expression suggested that perhaps the man who would be King was seemingly reveling in the landscape of the beautiful city before him...As if...It would be his final time doing so...
Perhaps that was in fact truth...The attacks had caused for their numbers to dwindle sporadically over the course of the month long period prior to this single moment in time. Mr. Taylor...Lay motionless and void of response in a hospital bed less than 50 miles from the Tower he stood atop of...Taken down by a flurry of unforgiving gun fire some weeks ago...Miss Williams, an unfortunate victim of being guilty by association had also suffered the same fate, although surviving in good health for the most part...Damian...Silvia...The boys Joey & Chri$ forced to succumb to a fiery fate it seemed...The big man. The single individual who had watched his back for years upon years, more so than any other...Subjected to an explosion that was mere seconds away from claiming his very life...Just as one had done for his long time associate Mr. Gunns...One of the many women whom had given their all to him time and time again, Destiny...Suffering a horrible and almost fatal fate as well...Dice and Laura?...Gone...Taking the wise route as their brother Buck did, and leaving, apparently and decisively deciding against any further "casualties" in this impromptu war...
His head slowly lowered towards the metropolis below him...His hands finding their way to the edge of the structure he stood tall upon...Staring down...His thoughts almost submerged within the abyss that was this entire ordeal...His friends...His cohorts...His brothers...His sisters...His family...They were all gone now it seemed...At least it seemed such on the surface...He now stood alone...Alone, and surprising to him, not a single attack attempted upon his person during the entire tumultuous time period in question. He wondered...Pondered heavily as to a reason why such an approach would be taken...It was once said by one of his many "enemies", that "...To kill a snake...One must FIRST...Sever the head from the body"...And ideal...A theory greatly expressed through the years it seemed...One he in fact believed in as well...Yet the individual(s) whom had sought this partly unexpected war with his brethren seemed to be indulging in an alternate ideology. Was he the real focus of the attacks? Merely a tool in the decimation and destruction of perhaps the most dominant and prominent stable this industry had ever seen?...Was HE the real target, only given those additional days of good health and life in exchange for having to succumb to the fate of witnessing those he held dearest to him...Fall...One...By one...?
The truth of the entire ordeal...Perhaps would never truly be realized by him...Nor his fallen comrades or those whom had wisely fled the battlefield this time around...Highly doubtful at this point he thought as his head tilted slightly, his gaze fixated on the sky above as a long and deep sigh escaped his lips before the inevitable...And even more so, expected sound finally...Caught his ears...Almost instantly a head nod ensued as if agreeing to the forthcoming dialog...As well as the impending "confrontation" he knew would soon come to fruition...
His hand slowly lowered to the phone laying motionless, seemingly calling out to him to discover the genuine truth surrounding the events his brethren had endured as of late...His empty gaze remained intensely fixated on the device for a few seconds before his fingers found themselves wrapped around it, raising it from it's dormant stage, as his thumb found it's way to the required button to begin the much awaited conversation...Seconds later the device was only inches away from his ear, his eyes slowly closing as his words began...
What took you so long?...I was beginning to feel a bit neglected...
