Post by Laz on May 24, 2006 21:44:52 GMT -5
The room was empty with the exception of Laz and a few chairs around the huge room. He was dressed in his Class A uniform as he sat looking over the empty room. Tonight was his presentation to the brass over a questionably new warfare technique that he had been considering for quite some time.
The look on his face showed that it did not go well. However, it was not the end of the world. All he was trying to do was make the world a better place and advance the warfare department single handedly changing the face of war. Most of the brass shared in his ideas that men shouldn’t have to die in war if they don’t have too. Meaning remote controlled warfare would be the new stage of war.
It was not as much of a thought as it was an idea. Thousands of men throughout history have died for thoughts and wars have been born through ideas. It is not just the idea though, it’s the idea backed with the beliefs that make men fight like animals. After all the perfect animal to look at is the wolf. Wolves throughout the ages have been considerably known for their blood shed and their bloodthirsty ways. Why should he deny the inner animal?
He held his head in his hands as he sat there alone. The image of a robot on the screen seemed to tower over him. The door opened and Angel walked in. She walked over to him in her BDU and sat beside him.
Laz: What are you doing? You’re not supposed to be here.
Angel: Can’t I check up on a potential lover?
Laz: Angel, I have to tell you something, we can’t be. There can never be an us. We are too different and you are… well you have your whole life in front of you. Now just go and forget about me.
Angel: How can I forget about you when I see you every day?
Laz: Should I give you to another company?
Angel: Don’t bother.
She walks out as Laz picks up his bottle of water and takes a gulp. After he gets everything put away, he walks out of the room and into his living room. He sits in a big red velvet chair and looks up at the trophies on the mantle over the fireplace. Beside these trophies was a photo of him and a few of his army friends. He took a drink from a bottle of bud that he had sitting on the table beside the chair.
Laz: All things come and go in life just as the birds come in for the spring and summer and leave in the end of fall. What that must be like… Great I think. Although I’ve never been one to run, it would be nice to have a place to run too. Through everything, I have always been someone to run to, to cry on. Even the strongest person in the world, in my eyes, has run to me. I have seen them at their best and worst. Now I must say I miss it. Not because I helped them or felt needed around them, but because I loved them. Maybe I still do or maybe it’s the beer talking. In any case, I am here and I know she isn’t far but she’s farther now than she has ever been from me and she is just a few houses down.
He sits back in his chair and sighs as he takes another drink from the bottle. The moon seems to shine in through the window and make a cross on the floor in front of him. As he thinks back to many years ago.
The air hangs still as he heard grunting and crying in the other room. The feeling of helplessness comes flooding back as he is pushed and shoved finally dragged off into the room and sat in a chair where he was strapped down. The screams sounded familiar as she screamed out for him not to talk and more lashes were heard against her skin as she screamed out with pain. She was back in the dark he couldn’t see her at all just the outline of her body hanging off the ground and he could see almost every lash as it hit against her.
Man: You will tell us what we need to know Captain or else the pretty woman will cease to be so. Now what are the plans?
Laz: (smiling) To make radioactive pop-tarts and give them to the children of your country.
Man: Fine then, maybe you will talk if you could see what is happening because of you.
The woman is taken down off the hook and shoved in front of him. Her uniform is tattered and torn and he could feel the pulling in his heart as he looked down at her. It was as if his heart sank lower than ever in his chest. For the life of him, he couldn’t see her face. The struck her right in front of him and she cried out as she hit the floor hard. He tried to break free from the chair and one strap gave way as he punched the man that struck her. As quickly as he broke free, he was strapped down again and she was tied in front of him on her knees looking up at him. His memory wouldn’t let him see her face but he remembered those blue tear filled eyes for an instant as she looked up at him.
Everyone knows that the way to get a man to talk is through the woman he loves. Apparently, he loved her. As he thought harder, he still couldn’t make out her face. They beat her in front of him causing him to fight everything in him to keep from talking. For the first time in his life, he knew what his father meant. “Love is weakness”
Thunder crashes and lightening flashes across the sky and he looks out the window for a moment. He wipes a tear away as it trickled down his face. For an instant, he felt empty inside and nothing could fill the void. He finished his bottle of beer and sat it on the table reaching in the fridge beside the table and grabbing another. As he took a big drink from the bottle, he thought back to hearing shell casings hitting against the ground and the loud thundering boom of rifles and pistols being shot. His heart, as he remembered, was beating fast and hard almost as if it was trying to break through his chest. With a push, he pushed her to safety and then as he watched himself fall he slammed the bottle against the table hard.
Laz: This is a man’s game and there is no room for the weak. If you are weak, stay away and do not step into the squared circle with me because it will be the death of you. Ready or not the war will wage on and I will see the end. Who is more hardcore, if not me? If any of you have half the balls that you all claim to have, other than you Prez cause if you had balls it would scare me. Nevertheless, if any one else, other than our lovely president, has the balls to climb into the ring with the most hardcore man in wrestling entertainment, I’ll see you there.
The scene fades to black as he takes another drink from his bottle.
END
The look on his face showed that it did not go well. However, it was not the end of the world. All he was trying to do was make the world a better place and advance the warfare department single handedly changing the face of war. Most of the brass shared in his ideas that men shouldn’t have to die in war if they don’t have too. Meaning remote controlled warfare would be the new stage of war.
It was not as much of a thought as it was an idea. Thousands of men throughout history have died for thoughts and wars have been born through ideas. It is not just the idea though, it’s the idea backed with the beliefs that make men fight like animals. After all the perfect animal to look at is the wolf. Wolves throughout the ages have been considerably known for their blood shed and their bloodthirsty ways. Why should he deny the inner animal?
He held his head in his hands as he sat there alone. The image of a robot on the screen seemed to tower over him. The door opened and Angel walked in. She walked over to him in her BDU and sat beside him.
Laz: What are you doing? You’re not supposed to be here.
Angel: Can’t I check up on a potential lover?
Laz: Angel, I have to tell you something, we can’t be. There can never be an us. We are too different and you are… well you have your whole life in front of you. Now just go and forget about me.
Angel: How can I forget about you when I see you every day?
Laz: Should I give you to another company?
Angel: Don’t bother.
She walks out as Laz picks up his bottle of water and takes a gulp. After he gets everything put away, he walks out of the room and into his living room. He sits in a big red velvet chair and looks up at the trophies on the mantle over the fireplace. Beside these trophies was a photo of him and a few of his army friends. He took a drink from a bottle of bud that he had sitting on the table beside the chair.
Laz: All things come and go in life just as the birds come in for the spring and summer and leave in the end of fall. What that must be like… Great I think. Although I’ve never been one to run, it would be nice to have a place to run too. Through everything, I have always been someone to run to, to cry on. Even the strongest person in the world, in my eyes, has run to me. I have seen them at their best and worst. Now I must say I miss it. Not because I helped them or felt needed around them, but because I loved them. Maybe I still do or maybe it’s the beer talking. In any case, I am here and I know she isn’t far but she’s farther now than she has ever been from me and she is just a few houses down.
He sits back in his chair and sighs as he takes another drink from the bottle. The moon seems to shine in through the window and make a cross on the floor in front of him. As he thinks back to many years ago.
The air hangs still as he heard grunting and crying in the other room. The feeling of helplessness comes flooding back as he is pushed and shoved finally dragged off into the room and sat in a chair where he was strapped down. The screams sounded familiar as she screamed out for him not to talk and more lashes were heard against her skin as she screamed out with pain. She was back in the dark he couldn’t see her at all just the outline of her body hanging off the ground and he could see almost every lash as it hit against her.
Man: You will tell us what we need to know Captain or else the pretty woman will cease to be so. Now what are the plans?
Laz: (smiling) To make radioactive pop-tarts and give them to the children of your country.
Man: Fine then, maybe you will talk if you could see what is happening because of you.
The woman is taken down off the hook and shoved in front of him. Her uniform is tattered and torn and he could feel the pulling in his heart as he looked down at her. It was as if his heart sank lower than ever in his chest. For the life of him, he couldn’t see her face. The struck her right in front of him and she cried out as she hit the floor hard. He tried to break free from the chair and one strap gave way as he punched the man that struck her. As quickly as he broke free, he was strapped down again and she was tied in front of him on her knees looking up at him. His memory wouldn’t let him see her face but he remembered those blue tear filled eyes for an instant as she looked up at him.
Everyone knows that the way to get a man to talk is through the woman he loves. Apparently, he loved her. As he thought harder, he still couldn’t make out her face. They beat her in front of him causing him to fight everything in him to keep from talking. For the first time in his life, he knew what his father meant. “Love is weakness”
Thunder crashes and lightening flashes across the sky and he looks out the window for a moment. He wipes a tear away as it trickled down his face. For an instant, he felt empty inside and nothing could fill the void. He finished his bottle of beer and sat it on the table reaching in the fridge beside the table and grabbing another. As he took a big drink from the bottle, he thought back to hearing shell casings hitting against the ground and the loud thundering boom of rifles and pistols being shot. His heart, as he remembered, was beating fast and hard almost as if it was trying to break through his chest. With a push, he pushed her to safety and then as he watched himself fall he slammed the bottle against the table hard.
Laz: This is a man’s game and there is no room for the weak. If you are weak, stay away and do not step into the squared circle with me because it will be the death of you. Ready or not the war will wage on and I will see the end. Who is more hardcore, if not me? If any of you have half the balls that you all claim to have, other than you Prez cause if you had balls it would scare me. Nevertheless, if any one else, other than our lovely president, has the balls to climb into the ring with the most hardcore man in wrestling entertainment, I’ll see you there.
The scene fades to black as he takes another drink from his bottle.
END