Post by Ezekiel Pax on Dec 5, 2014 5:25:16 GMT -5
During Synergy After The Triple Threat
The scene opens up inside the locker room of Ezekiel Pax as he sits on a bench, cut and bruised from the brawl that happened that lead to the Triple Threat being thrown out. He sits with his head leaning back against the wall behind him. His eyes open and he rubs his eyes, shwoing obvious signs of being tired. Suddenly, the door gets blasted open and in the frame stands the one and only, Dr. Bob.
“What in the actual fuck, Relapse?” Ol’ Bob says, gripping Louis in an aggressive manner. “I thought we were making progress and then you go on and attempt to maim Turmoil with a Singapore Cane.”
Pax address Dr. Bob without even looking up.
“It’s called a Kendo Stick, dude. And it’s the name of the game around here, Doc.”
WHAM!
That’s the sound of the bat making contact with the lockers just a few inches above Zeke’s head. The sound and sense that the bat was close to his head causes Ezekiel to jump to his feet.
“Don’t you patronize me, you skeevy little stoner. Ol’ Bob could end you right here and now but I like the money these little sessions are bringing in. I’m making you an ultimatum, Relapse. If you win at Horizons, you have to quit smoking weed. Like Ol’ Bob said before, it’s not your friend. It’s fuckin’ up your progress.”
A wide-eyed look comes over the face of The Red-Eyed Wonder.
“What the fuck, dude? That’s a hell of a reward. And what if I lose?”
A smile comes over the face of Ol’ Bob as he crosses his arms across his chest.
“Then you have to quit smoking weed. Win, Lose, or Draw, Relapse. At Horizons, you’re done smoking weed. And Louis is writing this prescription from Doctor Bob. So, spark up while you can. I believe the phrase is ‘Smoke’em if you got’em’ because your New Years Resolution involves a SOBER Entertainment Professional.”
Ol’ Bob pats a stunned Ezekiel on the head before turning and leaving as the scene fades to black.
“It’s that time of the week, ladies and gents. What Doctor Bob is saying is that he wants you to cancel all your plans and hang out with your assigned partner and get together to talk about what kind of progress you folks are making since you started my program.”
Ol Bob stands in the center of his circle of ‘patients’, pacing and holding Louis in his hands.
“Visually, Ol’ Bob can see some sort of transformations amongst some of you. Coma Man actually blinks and quit walking into walls. Crying Game only goes through a half of a box of Kleenex during meetings. Sloppy Joe lost some weight. I think. Courtney Jr.. well.. Ol’ Bob said SOME of you. Anyways, times up. You don’t have to go home but Ol’ Bob says you can’t stay here.”
He waves off his merry band of dysfunction as he walks out of the circle and out of view.
Something we may not have picked up on was Klaus staring a hole through Ezekiel. As the crowd breaks up and folks go to get their jackets or purses or whatever, Zeke walks towards Klaus but Klaus turns his back to Ezekiel and heads toward his therapy buddy. Zeke sighs and rolls his eyes, turning towards Odette.
“What do you wanna do?” she says, smiling at Zeke. “Looks like something is on your mind, Z.”
Pax zips up his hoodie and brushes his hair away from his face.
“Let’s go smoke a joint. Haven’t smoked since this morning and this therapy shit is pissing me off.”
Odette wrinkles her nose.
“Let’s go get a drink. I’ve never seen you drink and I don’t feel like getting stoned right now.”
Zeke shrugs and puts his arm around Odette and they head out of the building.
And whoever decided to do anger management across the street from a bar must have a low IQ.
The twosome look both ways then cross the street, Odette opens the door to a bar called the Sidetrack but Zeke hangs back.
“Look. I’m stressin’ out really fuckin’ bad. This shit with the Drunken Buzzsaw has gotten really personal and that wasn’t my intention. I have to quit smoking after Horizons so I’m going to around back, smoke this joint and meet you inside. Alright?”
Odette gives Zeke a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips. The kiss surprises him since this kind ‘relationship’ between him, Scarlett, and Odette is a bit new to him. As she turns, he grabs her arm and pulls her into a stronger kiss. He lets her go and Odette heads inside. Pax then turns the corner and walks behind the bar, lighting up his joint. He lets out an audible sigh of relief after taking a large drag.
“That’s the good shit right there. I’m not really sure I’ll be able to do without but I don’t think I really have a choice”
He leans against the dingy wall and takes another drag as the scene switches to the inside of the bar. We see Odette at the bar waiting to order a drink. For a weekday, the bar is packed but she patiently waits to get the bartenders attention. As she waits, a man walks up and stands next to her, somewhat uncomfortably close.
“What are you drinking, sweetheart?” he asks, his words slurring a bit.
Odette looks down at her hands, showing that there’s nothing there.
“Invisible beer, sweetheart.” she says with a smirk.
The ‘classy’ gentleman tries to wink but he’s a bit schmammered and it looks like a Parkinson’s flare up.
“Let me (hiccup) buy you a drink, darlin.” he says.
“I’m good. I’m here with someone. Piss off.”
In a moment of true stupidity, he smiles and slaps Odette on the ass. She recoils in shock momentarily then slaps the man across the face. And in a moment of even truer stupidity, he raises his hand like he’s about to strike Odette but his arm his hooked, elbow to elbow, out of nowhere. The man looks over his shoulder to see Zeke as the man holding him back from hitting Odette. Pax shoves the man back and stands in front of Odette.
“Let this one go, bro. It’s not worth it.” Zeke says.
The drunk guy considers his strategy as 3 men get up from their seats and stand next to him. Pax audibly sighs.
“Look. Your buddy slapped my friend here on the ass and she slapped him back. End of story. We’re going to leave and you guys can finish your night.”
He turns his back to the 4 guys so he and Odette can leave but one of the guys spits beer down his back. Pax turns back to face them and the expression of inner turmoil washes over his face. He closes his eyes, trying to keep the anger at bay, until Odette leans in and whispers into his ear.
”What are you waiting for?” she says, before kissing him on the neck and giving him a nudge forward.
An evil smirk comes over the face of Zeke and he takes a step forward.
“Look, guys.” he says, his hands up in an innocent manner.
Suddenly, he lunges forward with a headbutt that lands square on the nose of the drunk instigator. His blood covers the forehead of Pax as he collapses. The other 3 men step in to attack but the guy on Zeke’s left is treated to a quick kick to the tip of his knee cap and he’s out of the mix. The other two gang up on Zeke and throw him backwards over a pool table. The two men swarm him and start kicking on him while he’s down. Zeke covers his head with one hand and pushes up to his hands and knees with the other. One of the guys turns and grabs a pool stick. Zeke takes this opportunity to lunge his head forward into the gut of the guy without a weapon. He then throws his head upward into the face of the man as he doubles over.
Pax kicks backward, nailing the dude with the pool stick in the stomach. He grabs the guy without the weapon by the hair and slams him face first into the side of the pool table. Zeke turns his attention to the last guy standing as everyone in the bar has their attention on this impromptu scuffle. Zeke hauls off and punches the man in the face, staggering him backward. The man regains his bearings and swings the pool stick downward towards Pax but Zeke throws his elbow up above his head, splintering the pool stick. Pax throws the same elbow down, using the momentum to throw his head into the chest of man, staggering him again. He executes a front kick, knocking the man backwards into the wall. To add insult to injury, he backhands the man and the move knocks the man to the floor. Ezekiel mounts the man and holds his hair in one hand and rains punch after punch into the mans face.
We quickly lose count of the blows and Zeke only steps when someone grabs his shoulder. He turns and rears back but stops when he sees that it’s Odette. His face and arms are covered in blood and we can’t tell if it’s his or not.
“Zeke. Someone called 911. We need to get out of here.” Odette says, worry in her voice.
The look on her face shows that she may regret encouraging Zeke to engage in a fight with the other men. She guides him out by his arm as she looks back, surveying the damage as they leave the Sidetrack.
This is not a test. This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 a.m., when The Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all.
“What are we going to do?” she asks the man standing next to her.
The two of them stand in front of an apartment door with a padlock and a bright orange ‘EVICTION’ sticker on it.
“It just started and we can’t stay out here. The gun and our food are in there.” she says.
He steps back a few feet and kicks the door with all his might but the frame doesn’t even budge.
“Fuck!” he says, collapsing with his back to the door.
She heads towards the stairs, not getting his attention beforehand. He hears her footsteps and looks up.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to find the landlord. See if he can let us in and we can pay the back rent once it’s over.”
“With what money? We had to use two months of rent to get the gun and now it’s locked inside the apartment we’re being evicted from.”
“It’s worth a shot.”
She opens the door and is suddenly blasted backward across the hall. The wound in her stomach is a given that she’s no longer amongst the living.
He gets back to his feet with a look of terror on his face as a figure walks through the door she just tried to exit through. The figure wears a black ski mask and a bulletproof vest with black jeans.
“Rents due, mother fucker!” the figure says, aiming the shotgun in his hands at the man. The figure loads another round into the chamber and let’s it rip at the man as the scene goes to static.
The static fades and we open up to the living room in a very extravagant house. Everything is covered in plastic and in the middle sits a lone chair, also covered in plastic. To the side is a desk with 4 axes lined up on top of it. The light in the room gleams off the blades of the axes as voices can be heard entering the room, shortly followed by people.
“I can’t do it. I won’t do it.” says the younger man who entered first but is followed quickly by a younger girl, an older woman, and an older man.
“Quit being such a pussy!” the younger girl says.
“Language, young lady!” the older woman says and we assume she’s the mother. “We’ve been waiting for this for a year. We paid good money for that man to come here and he’s aware of what’s going to happen. The alarm sounded so let’s do this before dinner gets cold.”
“It’s barbaric and I won’t do it.” the younger boy says. “You can do it without me.”
“The hell we will,” interjects the older man. “We do this as a family or not at all. There’s nothing wrong with unleashing your inner aggression. That is what tonight is all about. Now, go pick up your axe so we’re ready when our guest arrives.”
The young man crosses his arms over his chest in protest. Suddenly, his eyes go wide and he falls to his knees. As he falls, we see the younger girl standing behind him and one of the axes sitting squarely in his back.
At first, the parents recoil in terror until the boy begins to stir. The parents and the girl look at each other before they grab the remaining axes and surround the boy. All 3 raise their axes as the scene gets invaded by static again.
The scene re-opens with a guy sitting in front of a laptop with a few friends standing around him.
“Yo. Some sick fuck is live-feeding tonight through a wired up Go-Pro, son.” the enthusiastic young man says, his eyes not leaving the screen as the action unfolds.
The view then switches from behind the shoulder of the young man to the view of the Go-Pro. It almost looks like a real life video game. We see the hands of the individual, a blood-stained machete in one hand and a claw hammer in the other. The machete is sheathed as he walks down the street. He looks back over his shoulder and we see a crumpled body laying in the middle of the sidewalk. The man continues down till he gets to the corner of a building and he slowly peaks around the edge and spots 3 men attacking someone or something in the street.
A low chuckle is heard as he rounds the corner of the building and runs head on at the three. He jumps into the air and hits what is known as the ‘Jackass Dropkick’ on the one in the center. Both feet connect to the front of the attackers face and he’s sent ass over teakettle across the ground. The man turns onto his stomach and gets back to his feet while looking at the other attackers. He unsheathes the machete and another low chuckle is heard.
Attacker 1 immediately tosses whatever weapon he had to the ground and takes off running. Attacker 2 calls his friend a bitch and stays strong, facing our unknown guy. Attacker 2 adjusts the grip on the crowbar he has and lunges at Unknown Guy. UG dodges and the machete makes a sickening sound as it’s plunged into the back of Attacker 2. As Attacker 2 falls to his knees, UG removes the hat that was on the head of his victim before bringing the hammer down on the top of his victim’s head.
Unknown Guy turns toward the initial guy he took down and sees that he’s knocked unconscious. He looks around and heads towards a door leading to an apartment complex. He tries the door but it appears to be locked. No problem. He hits the glass once with the claw hammer and the window inside the door shatters into piece.
“Ah. Figured it’d be bullet proof considering the time of year.” Unknown Guy says but his voice is distorted and robotic sounding.
He puts away the machete and reaches in to unlock the door. After entering the building, he looks around since some places like these have security on their payroll but that doesn’t seem to be the case at this moment in time. He heads for the stairs as he begins to whistle, obviously having too much fun with this. Rounding the first floor, he opens the door and looks down the hallway. No signs of life or entertainment. He continues up the stairs and opens the door to the second floor but still no signs of life or fun. One more floor to check. He pokes the door open with the machete and peeks his head in. As the door opens all the way, he sees a door at the end of the hall quickly shut.
“We have a winner!” Unknown Guy yells and from our first person perspective, we can see him start to jog then break into a full sprint towards the door. He sheathes both weapons and seems to be mumbling something but it can’t be picked up on the camera. As he gets closer, the only sound that can be picked up is his heavy footsteps and then silence as he launches into the air, feet first. The door gives way and splinters are sent flying. A shrill scream is heard as UG looks around.
“The call is coming.. from inside the house!” he says, in a mocking tone.
He walks through the house and as he turns down the hallway, he’s knocked back by someone tackling him and punches are rained down upon his face. The hits jar the camera and we can’t get a good look at the man. The attacker begins choking Unknown Guy but suddenly screams out in pain. He pulls his hand back and we can see a small knife stabbed into his wrist. UG takes the opportunity to hit the attacker in the throat and then he gets back to his feet. He unsheathes the machete and plants it firmly into the chest of the attacker and we here a ‘schink’ sound as it digs into the floor underneath the attacker.
Unknown Guy catches his breath and heads down the hallway. He opens a bedroom door and looks around in the closet but finds no one. He checks another bedroom but no luck. He then heads toward the bathroom. We can hear a long exhale escape his mouth as he opens the door. We can immediately hear someone hyper-ventilating behind the shower curtain. Unknown Guy unsheathes the hammer and taps it on the wall right outside the shower.
“Please!” the woman begs, “Don’t do this. This isn’t necessary. I still l---”
She is cut off by Unknown Guy bringing the hammer down onto her through the curtain. The curtain is ripped off it’s hooks and red begins to stain it. He brings down the hammer a few more times and then stops. We can hear him breathing heavily before bringing down one final blow from the hammer. He drops the weapon on the crumpled pile underneath the curtain before turning toward the sink and we can see his reflection in the mirror as he removes his gloves from his hands. He tosses the gloves into the shower. We can’t see his face because, like most people involved in The Purge, he is wearing a mask. He looks sideways at the mirror and uses his index finger to wipe blood from his mask. He then uses the same finger to write a single word on the mirror.
He woke up with a start and immediately threw the mask from it’s usually spot on the night stand near his bed. He had kept a close hold on it but kept his obsession from most people. The hardest part of staying at Scarlett’s apartment was knowing that the mask was nowhere near him. His new relationship with her was going well but he wasn’t ready to tell her about the mask.
And now the vivid dreams had gotten worse. He rubs his eyes and stares at the mask. He hadn’t even told Doctor Bob about the mask. Maybe now was the time. He reached into the the drawer of his night stand and pulls out a joint. He goes to light it but hesitates. His eyes focus on the cuts and bruises covering his hands from the incident the other night. He exhales sharply before throwing the pipe towards where the mask was laying. Instead, he picks up the phone and dials a number but closes the phone.
“Fuck. This is getting out of hand. I just wanted my name on the marquee and now there’s blood all over my hands. Literally and figuratively. I just wanted to scratch my name into the books as the longest Drunken Buzzsaw Championship in history. But now it’s so much more than that. Horizons is my time, dammit. And some drunken dude isn’t going to change that. I had some respect for you because you’ve held that title and you’ve been a fighting champion but you want to hold a grudge over a mistake? And act like some tough guy because I went to your clubhouse?”
Zeke scratches at his chin and brushes the hair from his face.
“This was only business, Buzzsaw. I told you that. And people make mistakes. And your mistake, bro, will be letting this get personal.”
Pax gets out of his bed and picks up the joint he threw.
“This might come off as cheesy and cliche, bro, but I will light you up at Horizons. Just like this joint.”
He lights the joint, takes a long drag and slowly exhales the smoke as the scene once again fades out.
The scene opens up inside the locker room of Ezekiel Pax as he sits on a bench, cut and bruised from the brawl that happened that lead to the Triple Threat being thrown out. He sits with his head leaning back against the wall behind him. His eyes open and he rubs his eyes, shwoing obvious signs of being tired. Suddenly, the door gets blasted open and in the frame stands the one and only, Dr. Bob.
“What in the actual fuck, Relapse?” Ol’ Bob says, gripping Louis in an aggressive manner. “I thought we were making progress and then you go on and attempt to maim Turmoil with a Singapore Cane.”
Pax address Dr. Bob without even looking up.
“It’s called a Kendo Stick, dude. And it’s the name of the game around here, Doc.”
WHAM!
That’s the sound of the bat making contact with the lockers just a few inches above Zeke’s head. The sound and sense that the bat was close to his head causes Ezekiel to jump to his feet.
“Don’t you patronize me, you skeevy little stoner. Ol’ Bob could end you right here and now but I like the money these little sessions are bringing in. I’m making you an ultimatum, Relapse. If you win at Horizons, you have to quit smoking weed. Like Ol’ Bob said before, it’s not your friend. It’s fuckin’ up your progress.”
A wide-eyed look comes over the face of The Red-Eyed Wonder.
“What the fuck, dude? That’s a hell of a reward. And what if I lose?”
A smile comes over the face of Ol’ Bob as he crosses his arms across his chest.
“Then you have to quit smoking weed. Win, Lose, or Draw, Relapse. At Horizons, you’re done smoking weed. And Louis is writing this prescription from Doctor Bob. So, spark up while you can. I believe the phrase is ‘Smoke’em if you got’em’ because your New Years Resolution involves a SOBER Entertainment Professional.”
Ol’ Bob pats a stunned Ezekiel on the head before turning and leaving as the scene fades to black.
“It’s that time of the week, ladies and gents. What Doctor Bob is saying is that he wants you to cancel all your plans and hang out with your assigned partner and get together to talk about what kind of progress you folks are making since you started my program.”
Ol Bob stands in the center of his circle of ‘patients’, pacing and holding Louis in his hands.
“Visually, Ol’ Bob can see some sort of transformations amongst some of you. Coma Man actually blinks and quit walking into walls. Crying Game only goes through a half of a box of Kleenex during meetings. Sloppy Joe lost some weight. I think. Courtney Jr.. well.. Ol’ Bob said SOME of you. Anyways, times up. You don’t have to go home but Ol’ Bob says you can’t stay here.”
He waves off his merry band of dysfunction as he walks out of the circle and out of view.
Something we may not have picked up on was Klaus staring a hole through Ezekiel. As the crowd breaks up and folks go to get their jackets or purses or whatever, Zeke walks towards Klaus but Klaus turns his back to Ezekiel and heads toward his therapy buddy. Zeke sighs and rolls his eyes, turning towards Odette.
“What do you wanna do?” she says, smiling at Zeke. “Looks like something is on your mind, Z.”
Pax zips up his hoodie and brushes his hair away from his face.
“Let’s go smoke a joint. Haven’t smoked since this morning and this therapy shit is pissing me off.”
Odette wrinkles her nose.
“Let’s go get a drink. I’ve never seen you drink and I don’t feel like getting stoned right now.”
Zeke shrugs and puts his arm around Odette and they head out of the building.
And whoever decided to do anger management across the street from a bar must have a low IQ.
The twosome look both ways then cross the street, Odette opens the door to a bar called the Sidetrack but Zeke hangs back.
“Look. I’m stressin’ out really fuckin’ bad. This shit with the Drunken Buzzsaw has gotten really personal and that wasn’t my intention. I have to quit smoking after Horizons so I’m going to around back, smoke this joint and meet you inside. Alright?”
Odette gives Zeke a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips. The kiss surprises him since this kind ‘relationship’ between him, Scarlett, and Odette is a bit new to him. As she turns, he grabs her arm and pulls her into a stronger kiss. He lets her go and Odette heads inside. Pax then turns the corner and walks behind the bar, lighting up his joint. He lets out an audible sigh of relief after taking a large drag.
“That’s the good shit right there. I’m not really sure I’ll be able to do without but I don’t think I really have a choice”
He leans against the dingy wall and takes another drag as the scene switches to the inside of the bar. We see Odette at the bar waiting to order a drink. For a weekday, the bar is packed but she patiently waits to get the bartenders attention. As she waits, a man walks up and stands next to her, somewhat uncomfortably close.
“What are you drinking, sweetheart?” he asks, his words slurring a bit.
Odette looks down at her hands, showing that there’s nothing there.
“Invisible beer, sweetheart.” she says with a smirk.
The ‘classy’ gentleman tries to wink but he’s a bit schmammered and it looks like a Parkinson’s flare up.
“Let me (hiccup) buy you a drink, darlin.” he says.
“I’m good. I’m here with someone. Piss off.”
In a moment of true stupidity, he smiles and slaps Odette on the ass. She recoils in shock momentarily then slaps the man across the face. And in a moment of even truer stupidity, he raises his hand like he’s about to strike Odette but his arm his hooked, elbow to elbow, out of nowhere. The man looks over his shoulder to see Zeke as the man holding him back from hitting Odette. Pax shoves the man back and stands in front of Odette.
“Let this one go, bro. It’s not worth it.” Zeke says.
The drunk guy considers his strategy as 3 men get up from their seats and stand next to him. Pax audibly sighs.
“Look. Your buddy slapped my friend here on the ass and she slapped him back. End of story. We’re going to leave and you guys can finish your night.”
He turns his back to the 4 guys so he and Odette can leave but one of the guys spits beer down his back. Pax turns back to face them and the expression of inner turmoil washes over his face. He closes his eyes, trying to keep the anger at bay, until Odette leans in and whispers into his ear.
”What are you waiting for?” she says, before kissing him on the neck and giving him a nudge forward.
An evil smirk comes over the face of Zeke and he takes a step forward.
“Look, guys.” he says, his hands up in an innocent manner.
Suddenly, he lunges forward with a headbutt that lands square on the nose of the drunk instigator. His blood covers the forehead of Pax as he collapses. The other 3 men step in to attack but the guy on Zeke’s left is treated to a quick kick to the tip of his knee cap and he’s out of the mix. The other two gang up on Zeke and throw him backwards over a pool table. The two men swarm him and start kicking on him while he’s down. Zeke covers his head with one hand and pushes up to his hands and knees with the other. One of the guys turns and grabs a pool stick. Zeke takes this opportunity to lunge his head forward into the gut of the guy without a weapon. He then throws his head upward into the face of the man as he doubles over.
Pax kicks backward, nailing the dude with the pool stick in the stomach. He grabs the guy without the weapon by the hair and slams him face first into the side of the pool table. Zeke turns his attention to the last guy standing as everyone in the bar has their attention on this impromptu scuffle. Zeke hauls off and punches the man in the face, staggering him backward. The man regains his bearings and swings the pool stick downward towards Pax but Zeke throws his elbow up above his head, splintering the pool stick. Pax throws the same elbow down, using the momentum to throw his head into the chest of man, staggering him again. He executes a front kick, knocking the man backwards into the wall. To add insult to injury, he backhands the man and the move knocks the man to the floor. Ezekiel mounts the man and holds his hair in one hand and rains punch after punch into the mans face.
We quickly lose count of the blows and Zeke only steps when someone grabs his shoulder. He turns and rears back but stops when he sees that it’s Odette. His face and arms are covered in blood and we can’t tell if it’s his or not.
“Zeke. Someone called 911. We need to get out of here.” Odette says, worry in her voice.
The look on her face shows that she may regret encouraging Zeke to engage in a fight with the other men. She guides him out by his arm as she looks back, surveying the damage as they leave the Sidetrack.
This is not a test. This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 a.m., when The Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all.
“What are we going to do?” she asks the man standing next to her.
The two of them stand in front of an apartment door with a padlock and a bright orange ‘EVICTION’ sticker on it.
“It just started and we can’t stay out here. The gun and our food are in there.” she says.
He steps back a few feet and kicks the door with all his might but the frame doesn’t even budge.
“Fuck!” he says, collapsing with his back to the door.
She heads towards the stairs, not getting his attention beforehand. He hears her footsteps and looks up.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to find the landlord. See if he can let us in and we can pay the back rent once it’s over.”
“With what money? We had to use two months of rent to get the gun and now it’s locked inside the apartment we’re being evicted from.”
“It’s worth a shot.”
She opens the door and is suddenly blasted backward across the hall. The wound in her stomach is a given that she’s no longer amongst the living.
He gets back to his feet with a look of terror on his face as a figure walks through the door she just tried to exit through. The figure wears a black ski mask and a bulletproof vest with black jeans.
“Rents due, mother fucker!” the figure says, aiming the shotgun in his hands at the man. The figure loads another round into the chamber and let’s it rip at the man as the scene goes to static.
The static fades and we open up to the living room in a very extravagant house. Everything is covered in plastic and in the middle sits a lone chair, also covered in plastic. To the side is a desk with 4 axes lined up on top of it. The light in the room gleams off the blades of the axes as voices can be heard entering the room, shortly followed by people.
“I can’t do it. I won’t do it.” says the younger man who entered first but is followed quickly by a younger girl, an older woman, and an older man.
“Quit being such a pussy!” the younger girl says.
“Language, young lady!” the older woman says and we assume she’s the mother. “We’ve been waiting for this for a year. We paid good money for that man to come here and he’s aware of what’s going to happen. The alarm sounded so let’s do this before dinner gets cold.”
“It’s barbaric and I won’t do it.” the younger boy says. “You can do it without me.”
“The hell we will,” interjects the older man. “We do this as a family or not at all. There’s nothing wrong with unleashing your inner aggression. That is what tonight is all about. Now, go pick up your axe so we’re ready when our guest arrives.”
The young man crosses his arms over his chest in protest. Suddenly, his eyes go wide and he falls to his knees. As he falls, we see the younger girl standing behind him and one of the axes sitting squarely in his back.
At first, the parents recoil in terror until the boy begins to stir. The parents and the girl look at each other before they grab the remaining axes and surround the boy. All 3 raise their axes as the scene gets invaded by static again.
The scene re-opens with a guy sitting in front of a laptop with a few friends standing around him.
“Yo. Some sick fuck is live-feeding tonight through a wired up Go-Pro, son.” the enthusiastic young man says, his eyes not leaving the screen as the action unfolds.
The view then switches from behind the shoulder of the young man to the view of the Go-Pro. It almost looks like a real life video game. We see the hands of the individual, a blood-stained machete in one hand and a claw hammer in the other. The machete is sheathed as he walks down the street. He looks back over his shoulder and we see a crumpled body laying in the middle of the sidewalk. The man continues down till he gets to the corner of a building and he slowly peaks around the edge and spots 3 men attacking someone or something in the street.
A low chuckle is heard as he rounds the corner of the building and runs head on at the three. He jumps into the air and hits what is known as the ‘Jackass Dropkick’ on the one in the center. Both feet connect to the front of the attackers face and he’s sent ass over teakettle across the ground. The man turns onto his stomach and gets back to his feet while looking at the other attackers. He unsheathes the machete and another low chuckle is heard.
Attacker 1 immediately tosses whatever weapon he had to the ground and takes off running. Attacker 2 calls his friend a bitch and stays strong, facing our unknown guy. Attacker 2 adjusts the grip on the crowbar he has and lunges at Unknown Guy. UG dodges and the machete makes a sickening sound as it’s plunged into the back of Attacker 2. As Attacker 2 falls to his knees, UG removes the hat that was on the head of his victim before bringing the hammer down on the top of his victim’s head.
Unknown Guy turns toward the initial guy he took down and sees that he’s knocked unconscious. He looks around and heads towards a door leading to an apartment complex. He tries the door but it appears to be locked. No problem. He hits the glass once with the claw hammer and the window inside the door shatters into piece.
“Ah. Figured it’d be bullet proof considering the time of year.” Unknown Guy says but his voice is distorted and robotic sounding.
He puts away the machete and reaches in to unlock the door. After entering the building, he looks around since some places like these have security on their payroll but that doesn’t seem to be the case at this moment in time. He heads for the stairs as he begins to whistle, obviously having too much fun with this. Rounding the first floor, he opens the door and looks down the hallway. No signs of life or entertainment. He continues up the stairs and opens the door to the second floor but still no signs of life or fun. One more floor to check. He pokes the door open with the machete and peeks his head in. As the door opens all the way, he sees a door at the end of the hall quickly shut.
“We have a winner!” Unknown Guy yells and from our first person perspective, we can see him start to jog then break into a full sprint towards the door. He sheathes both weapons and seems to be mumbling something but it can’t be picked up on the camera. As he gets closer, the only sound that can be picked up is his heavy footsteps and then silence as he launches into the air, feet first. The door gives way and splinters are sent flying. A shrill scream is heard as UG looks around.
“The call is coming.. from inside the house!” he says, in a mocking tone.
He walks through the house and as he turns down the hallway, he’s knocked back by someone tackling him and punches are rained down upon his face. The hits jar the camera and we can’t get a good look at the man. The attacker begins choking Unknown Guy but suddenly screams out in pain. He pulls his hand back and we can see a small knife stabbed into his wrist. UG takes the opportunity to hit the attacker in the throat and then he gets back to his feet. He unsheathes the machete and plants it firmly into the chest of the attacker and we here a ‘schink’ sound as it digs into the floor underneath the attacker.
Unknown Guy catches his breath and heads down the hallway. He opens a bedroom door and looks around in the closet but finds no one. He checks another bedroom but no luck. He then heads toward the bathroom. We can hear a long exhale escape his mouth as he opens the door. We can immediately hear someone hyper-ventilating behind the shower curtain. Unknown Guy unsheathes the hammer and taps it on the wall right outside the shower.
“Please!” the woman begs, “Don’t do this. This isn’t necessary. I still l---”
She is cut off by Unknown Guy bringing the hammer down onto her through the curtain. The curtain is ripped off it’s hooks and red begins to stain it. He brings down the hammer a few more times and then stops. We can hear him breathing heavily before bringing down one final blow from the hammer. He drops the weapon on the crumpled pile underneath the curtain before turning toward the sink and we can see his reflection in the mirror as he removes his gloves from his hands. He tosses the gloves into the shower. We can’t see his face because, like most people involved in The Purge, he is wearing a mask. He looks sideways at the mirror and uses his index finger to wipe blood from his mask. He then uses the same finger to write a single word on the mirror.
SCARLETT
He woke up with a start and immediately threw the mask from it’s usually spot on the night stand near his bed. He had kept a close hold on it but kept his obsession from most people. The hardest part of staying at Scarlett’s apartment was knowing that the mask was nowhere near him. His new relationship with her was going well but he wasn’t ready to tell her about the mask.
And now the vivid dreams had gotten worse. He rubs his eyes and stares at the mask. He hadn’t even told Doctor Bob about the mask. Maybe now was the time. He reached into the the drawer of his night stand and pulls out a joint. He goes to light it but hesitates. His eyes focus on the cuts and bruises covering his hands from the incident the other night. He exhales sharply before throwing the pipe towards where the mask was laying. Instead, he picks up the phone and dials a number but closes the phone.
“Fuck. This is getting out of hand. I just wanted my name on the marquee and now there’s blood all over my hands. Literally and figuratively. I just wanted to scratch my name into the books as the longest Drunken Buzzsaw Championship in history. But now it’s so much more than that. Horizons is my time, dammit. And some drunken dude isn’t going to change that. I had some respect for you because you’ve held that title and you’ve been a fighting champion but you want to hold a grudge over a mistake? And act like some tough guy because I went to your clubhouse?”
Zeke scratches at his chin and brushes the hair from his face.
“This was only business, Buzzsaw. I told you that. And people make mistakes. And your mistake, bro, will be letting this get personal.”
Pax gets out of his bed and picks up the joint he threw.
“This might come off as cheesy and cliche, bro, but I will light you up at Horizons. Just like this joint.”
He lights the joint, takes a long drag and slowly exhales the smoke as the scene once again fades out.
LOVE A GOOD OL FASHIONED BAR FIGHT!
