Frenemies
Aug 14, 2021 14:40:59 GMT -5
Roy "The Sorrow" Harlowe (NJC), edwarddubin0604, and 3 more like this
Post by Eron Hunter on Aug 14, 2021 14:40:59 GMT -5
It was a hot summer night. He sat on a chair, near the small wooden table, at one corner of his motel room. There was a half-empty whiskey bottle on his left, a half-full whiskey glass on his right and the Lynx mask standing in front of him, above the table. He took a deep breath and another big sip from the bottle, ignoring the glass.
The cigarette was slowly burning. He glared at it and took a deep drag out of it. His eyes were fixated on the mask in front of him. He leaned back on the chair, throwing a look at the street from the small window on his left. Almost no people were walking on the streets, it was almost ten o clock after all. He sighed and looked at the mask again.
People. One can’t say that Eron Hunter was exactly a social person; he avoided them as much as he could. He loved his loneliness; he had found tranquility in it. In his younger years, he longed for social contact, just as every teenager does, but with each year passing by he found it more and more difficult to please the egos of people, thus he chooses loneliness.
Better alone than in Bad Company they say, and they were most probably right. He longed for calm and tranquility, but life had had its impact on him, leaving behind scars. Scars, just like the ones Keith Williams had left on him. Those scars, the physical ones, would vanish before the next dawn, he was sure of it, but the impact of William’s assault had left other scars…
…Mental ones.
His sense of security about life and people had vanished. The old, street vagabond, paranoia had flourished again, due to that attack. Eron Hunter was still the kind-hearted and honest person he used to be, before that attack took place, what had changed were some of the beliefs in him. No longer would he turn the other cheek, no longer would he be silent, and no longer would he hold back, in the face of negativity…
He would do everything in his might so that Retribution was paid in full!
A problem, though, was that Williams was never alone, he was always surrounded by those other thugs. To be able to look eye to eye with that amount of Negativity, Lynx would have to have allies of his own.
And allies he had chosen.
Jesse Jamester had his bill payment to require from the Revenenants, especially Williams.
He and Jamester had a common enemy.
Yet, doubts filed Lynx´s mind. Was Jamester the right choice, when looking for an ally? He and the Canadian Nightmare had been at each other’s throats for months, ready to put the other in a hospital bed if the situation required it.
And now, suddenly, they were the best of buddies?
The equation was not so simple.
Yet, here they were. Lynx offering to have Jamester´s back. Was that the best of choices? Was Lynx safe when turning his back to Jamester? Sure, they shook hands after their match, but is one handshake enough to forgive and forget?
Lynx didn´t know.
What he knew was that my enemy´s enemy is my ally.
That was the situation as far as the story goes.
Eron stood up and leaned against the window, looking at the stars above. Life is so complicated at times. Well, it isn´t, life is pretty simple. It is us who make It complicated. People strive to achieve things beyond their basic needs. That is the secret to human evolution too. People always strive for answers to their questions...
That was what Eron was doing, too.
He needed allies in this war against the Revenants, but was Jesse Jamester the right ally? Eron used to consider Jamester as a weak-minded person, when confronted with him, in all these moments. For six whole months, they were ready to crush each other's dreams.
Now that they had a common enemy, would the respect they had shown for each other, at the end of their match, increase, or would it decrease? Would this possible alliance strengthen the bond between Jamester and the shining side of the moon?
Eron, no, Lynx wasn´t sure about it.
All he knew was that this was a sink or swim situation, and Lynx intended to swim up.
The night was long and the thoughts many.
He would sleep an hour or two and then back to training.
But until then, he would savor each moment he could take out of that ´whiskey bottle.
The cigarette was slowly burning. He glared at it and took a deep drag out of it. His eyes were fixated on the mask in front of him. He leaned back on the chair, throwing a look at the street from the small window on his left. Almost no people were walking on the streets, it was almost ten o clock after all. He sighed and looked at the mask again.
People. One can’t say that Eron Hunter was exactly a social person; he avoided them as much as he could. He loved his loneliness; he had found tranquility in it. In his younger years, he longed for social contact, just as every teenager does, but with each year passing by he found it more and more difficult to please the egos of people, thus he chooses loneliness.
Better alone than in Bad Company they say, and they were most probably right. He longed for calm and tranquility, but life had had its impact on him, leaving behind scars. Scars, just like the ones Keith Williams had left on him. Those scars, the physical ones, would vanish before the next dawn, he was sure of it, but the impact of William’s assault had left other scars…
…Mental ones.
His sense of security about life and people had vanished. The old, street vagabond, paranoia had flourished again, due to that attack. Eron Hunter was still the kind-hearted and honest person he used to be, before that attack took place, what had changed were some of the beliefs in him. No longer would he turn the other cheek, no longer would he be silent, and no longer would he hold back, in the face of negativity…
He would do everything in his might so that Retribution was paid in full!
A problem, though, was that Williams was never alone, he was always surrounded by those other thugs. To be able to look eye to eye with that amount of Negativity, Lynx would have to have allies of his own.
And allies he had chosen.
Jesse Jamester had his bill payment to require from the Revenenants, especially Williams.
He and Jamester had a common enemy.
Yet, doubts filed Lynx´s mind. Was Jamester the right choice, when looking for an ally? He and the Canadian Nightmare had been at each other’s throats for months, ready to put the other in a hospital bed if the situation required it.
And now, suddenly, they were the best of buddies?
The equation was not so simple.
Yet, here they were. Lynx offering to have Jamester´s back. Was that the best of choices? Was Lynx safe when turning his back to Jamester? Sure, they shook hands after their match, but is one handshake enough to forgive and forget?
Lynx didn´t know.
What he knew was that my enemy´s enemy is my ally.
That was the situation as far as the story goes.
Eron stood up and leaned against the window, looking at the stars above. Life is so complicated at times. Well, it isn´t, life is pretty simple. It is us who make It complicated. People strive to achieve things beyond their basic needs. That is the secret to human evolution too. People always strive for answers to their questions...
That was what Eron was doing, too.
He needed allies in this war against the Revenants, but was Jesse Jamester the right ally? Eron used to consider Jamester as a weak-minded person, when confronted with him, in all these moments. For six whole months, they were ready to crush each other's dreams.
Now that they had a common enemy, would the respect they had shown for each other, at the end of their match, increase, or would it decrease? Would this possible alliance strengthen the bond between Jamester and the shining side of the moon?
Eron, no, Lynx wasn´t sure about it.
All he knew was that this was a sink or swim situation, and Lynx intended to swim up.
The night was long and the thoughts many.
He would sleep an hour or two and then back to training.
But until then, he would savor each moment he could take out of that ´whiskey bottle.
