But none of that even compared to the pain he felt in his chest when he watched Erica Martinez and whatever was inhabiting her beat Michelle within an inch of her life.
Sean was mobile now, pacing back and forth in his room, his knee was still ensconced in a brace but more for precautionary purposes than anything else. His phone was pinned to his ear as he yelled to Wisdom half a world away.
”What the f*** is going on, Wisdom?! Where’s the security?! Where is Sensei? Where’s Hans?! F***ing do something!
”Sean…I don’t know….calm down… .let me handle this!”
”You f***ing better because if you don’t? I will!”
Sean swiftly and emphatically hung up before letting out a blood-curdling roar. Tears were streaming down his face. He grabbed the TV and smashed it across the floor. His hands went to his, mopping his face. Sean tried to regain his composure but the feeling of helplessness, rage, worry and everything else in between were all vying for superiority in the control room of his mind. He brought his phone app, quickly accessing the HWA portal and put it into recording mode.
”Erica…DreamMaster, whatever the f*** you are. You just made the biggest f***ing mistake of your life when you did what you did to Michelle. You are nothing but a coward and I will not rest until I am looking over your lifeless form as your dim, uncomprehending eyes stare back up at me. You see, my rehab has been coming along a lot better than you and everyone else has been led to believe. This brace here?”
Sean lowers his phone to show his strapped up knee and he puts his phone down, the camera showing everything happening from up above as Sean angrily unfastens the velcro straps and throws the brace aside. He picks his phone back, bringing himself back into focus.
”I don’t need it anymore. I’m fighting fit and before anything to do with Ring Master happens, I’m coming for you, Erica. And not just for blood or vengeance or revenge. I’m coming for your f***ing soul. And don’t mistake this as me being some knight in shining armour coming to Michelle’s rescue because a knight in shining armour is a man who’s never had his metal tested. And mine has all the bumps and bloodstains of a man who has been through more than your pitiful mind can possibly fathom.
But when I’m done making you and DreamMaster beg for what you’ve done to Michelle, you won’t get a warrior’s death like in the tales told by Homer. See, in those stories, the ceremonial thing to do was to have the bodies of the dead burned. Two coins would be placed upon their eyes for Sherron, the Ferryman… a toll for passage across the River Styx to guide the soul to the underworld.
But when I’m done with you… I will not have your body burned, Erica. I will not give you that honour. Instead of coins, the maggots will feed on your eyes. The worms will crawl through your lungs. The rain will fall on your rotting skin until nothing is left of you but bones.
This isn’t the goody-two-shoes Sean Parker you’re listening to anymore. This isn’t the man who even walked through hellfire to punish Fallen for what he did. This isn’t the 16-year-old kid who chased after a dream. That kid, that man he grew into? He’s dead and buried. This guy you’re looking at? He’s the Sky Assassin and he’s coming to cut your f***ing head off.”
Sean seethed as he finished speaking. He could feel his chest heaving, his blood boiling so much he could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
”And as for everyone else who just sat back and watched?! You all make me sick. Maniac? What the hell did you do but piss yourself like a coward too afraid to get your hands dirty for a change. Sons of Anarchy? Too little too late! Even you, Wolfy… all too caught up in whatever bullshit has been going on. You all watched whilst that demon c**t of a woman brutalised Michelle. F** all of you. F*** every single one of you!”
Sean hit record and immediately started looking up the contact information for Gary and Leslie Learner as the scene faded to black.
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