He had become content with the American Dream. The home, the career, the family, his defiance, his blasphemy had all consumed him for far longer than it should have, but he realized that perhaps it was the natural course to take for a man as weak as he once was. How many in this world would reject him now? Did it even matter? Finally the animal had been released, the demon unshackled from the thick chains of burden that held him down for so long. He wasn't such a creature who knew not what it was to love and protect, in fact it was this very ability that took him so long to learn and master. He never knew just how important it was to have such a feeling, but then the unthinkable happened…he helped create life, he actually gave his heart over to a woman who he did not look at as just another piece of meat. In the process of this great transformation he would also grew weak and watered down. He would become so diluted he could no longer recognize the thing he saw before him in the mirror. He had become so blinded, misguided. How could he have forgotten what he had originally been created for? Perhaps what was even more disturbing for the great legend was to stare in the face of a simple question; how could he have forgotten about "him"? How could he have defied “him”? How could he have dared to rise against “him”? He who was a mentor, a father, a brother, a best friend, his lord and master. The very thought of a normal life sickened him, and that's exactly what he had before it was stripped of him in the cruelest manner possible. That woman, his wife…her mind shattered beyond repair. The boy, his son…………salvageable.
He needed what was given to him by his creator. The long overdue wakeup call is exactly what he needed. How many people out there actually gave a shit about him? In his darkest hour, in the most desperate moments of his life he turned to Butch Parker, he turned to Buff Bridges, he turned to social media and the fan. Who would make the effort, any effort beyond a miserable voicemail to reach him? The answer was quite simple "no one." The fans loved him sure but it was only for what he could do for them today, it was never about what he had done for them yesterday. What about the boys in the back? Did they ever truly respect him and acknowledge him as the greatest of all time? Another simple answer to a simple question "No." He didn't know what sickened him more…the thought of a normal life or having to play nice with a man he had never liked from the very beginning. How convenient was it that the very ones he once hated, but grew to greatly respect and even call friends would show their faces when the time had arrived for the rebirth of the greatest legend that ever lived? It felt like the biggest spit in the face he had ever received, but it was the resurfaced memories of the past that managed to keep this sour taste in his mouth. Those memories he held almost as close to his heart as he held the creator himself. All of the things he did to inflict the deepest of wounds to the weak willed bastard who was so called him a friend. The violation of Wisdom, the desecration of her beloved owl, the destructive attempts on his life and limb. The pure hatred that throbbed through his body was just like the very blood that pumped through his penis for his lover. The sensation of it all was just as deep and as intense.
This dark snake like road was just like his life, the layout of the road represented his nature to the fullest. It was unpredictable, treacherous, and very dangerous. The very things he coveted and always utilized while in his true nature of existence. Who was foolish enough to dare stand in the circle of fire with him? Could Butch Parker really be that brave? Every story needed a villain and who better to play the part? It was known on a global scale by now that Senester could not be defeated but there were many who didn't believe the same could be said about another. So many plans and so much time to ensure each one of them gets played to its fullest. This road trip was about more than a joyride, with all things that the true Michael Dredge did it was for a reason and tonight's real purpose was to acquire hired muscle to insure protection from all those who would wish to do him harm. The anticipation of nearly arriving at the meeting point made his heart flutter with excitement. Within no time he spots the land marker where he begins to downshift his gears, there the side road was that lead out into the middle of nowhere, where it was guaranteed no disturbances would interrupt the very important conversation that would soon take place. When he turns off into the road, he coast down it very slowly just keeping the bike at 20 mph. He looks from side to side on both of the fields on either side of him for any sign of anything out of the ordinary before returning his eyes to the road straight ahead. A little ways down the road he spotted the limo pulled off on the side of the road where a mysterious man in a business suit stood. Dredge pulls his bike right up behind the limo before putting the kick stand out and leaving the bike to idle, the two men walk towards one another and embrace in a hand shake before Dredge takes his helmet off to reveal his cold deathly gaze.
(Mysterious Man): It's finally nice to see the man who has been nothing more than a mysterious illusion for so long.
Dredge's malicious eyes tell the story of just how brainwashed and far-gone he has become.
(Dredge): The time had finally presented itself for me to step from the shadows so that the wheel of destruction would finally begin turning.
(Mysterious Man): Do you really want him released? Does he truly mean that much to you?
Dredge has a somewhat surprised but amused look on his face
(Dredge): Do you really think I care about him? Is that why you think I want him out? There is only one man that I care about and it is definitely not the monster I want to release. This creature upon being free will only live for one purpose and that is to serve us.
(Mysterious Man): It will not be easy securing his release.
Dredge amused look turns quickly sour
(Dredge): I don't care how easy or hard it will be, do what I have hired you to do nothing more, nothing less. When you agreed to do business with me you knew the risk you were taking with dealing with me if you failed …so I suggest you don't fail and accomplish what it is I want. Unless…unless that is you want this escalated to Senester’s attention.
(Mysterious Man): No…No!!...That won’t be necessary… It will be done just as you commanded.
(Dredge): Very good, the rest of the money will be delivered to you upon your completion of the task.
Dredge turns to head back to his bike but the mysterious man stops him with a question.
(Mysterious Man): I had hoped you would stay longer, I was wondering about Mr. Wilkinson?
Dredge slowly turns to face him with a boyish grin
(Dredge): Is it really necessary to try and dig up old skeletons from the closet?
(Dredge): You loved him like a brother but now he seems nothing more than a foot note to you. How does that work?
(Dredge): He served his purpose nothing more, the whole friendship between he and I was a well thought out plan put together by Senester to help guide me through the path he wanted me to go down. I guess you could say everything that you know or think you know about Mr. Wilkinson and myself was one big lie, it was never real.
Dredge shakes his head at the very memory of poor, pitiful, Talon Wilkinson… his voice dripping with disgust.
(Dredge): Who other than an uneducated, grammar impaired, fool would want to be friends with someone as worthless as he?
(Dredge): Was that a shot at....
Dredge cuts him off by putting his finger to his lips……… sarcasm weighing heavy in his voice.
(Dredge): Careful now… we wouldn't want to go pointing fingers now would we? Let's just pretend this conversation never happened because it really holds no value much like the ones we are speaking about.
Dredge turns back around before placing the helmet back on his head and mounting his bike he then calls out to the stranger.
(Dredge): Remember don't fail us or there will be repercussions!
Dredge revs the engine before spinning out and hauling ass back down the path from which he came.
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