Post by Dean Harper on Jun 19, 2024 16:17:56 GMT
The camera comes on to Dean standing at the rusted gates of an abandoned amusement park, its once vibrant colors now faded and peeling. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the dilapidated rides swaying in the wind. The park had been closed for decades, shrouded in mystery and rumors of hauntings.
âYou want to know what I enjoy? Sure, winning is nice. I love winning, Iâd be a liar if I said I didnât. But I enjoy the chance to get some fresh meat every once in a while. Thatâs something I missed from being a World Champion. People have a lot of opinions on how I got there, sure. But once you get to the top of the mountain people forget just how you just have to sit there and watch other people have fun. I love fighting week after week. Thatâs why I love Heir to the throne. Weekly fights. Itâs perfection. A real chance to just unleash the monster without having to wait too long for the next meal.â Dean pushed the gate open, its hinges groaning in protest. As he stepped inside, the atmosphere seemed to shift. âI live to fight and I fight to live.â
âApril and I arenât besties by any measure. But sheâs growing on me like a fungus. It almost reminds me of better times. What it felt like to have someone on your side and at your back. Plus sheâs pulling her weight. Sheâs more than able to seal the deal if I need her to. And thatâs all that matters, isnât it? Here we are tied for the top points. I could almost say Iâm proud. If I was more trusting Iâd say some things about trust and family. But Iâve been burned too often to be that trusting again. We make a decent team. And this week we are fighting one of her stable members, so excuse me if Iâm hesitant to assume she might not try to fuck me over.â He made his way through the overgrown paths, passing by a carousel with motionless horses, their eyes seeming to follow him. âI remember the conflict of being in a tournament against someone you considered closer than family, deeper than blood. Let this be a first lesson, the little sister of my little sister, theyâll grind you under boot for their advancement. Every. Time. The only person you can trust is yourself. But if youâre too conflicted Iâll handle the weight, itâs why Iâm here, isnât it?â
Damien wanted to see Disneyland and Dean would never deny his son anything he wanted. Heâd sent an invite to Brooklyn and April. An olive branch. He needed April to keep her mind on them being a team and ignore the urge to pick Vivienneâs happiness over their chance at winning. Disneyland had been a big field trip for The Pack once, a risk of nostalgia but one he was willing to take.
âGoing to Disneyland with Brooklyn and April,â Dean mentioned casually to Warren as his husband walked out of the shower to see Damien and Dean getting their stuff together. âYou can come if you want.â
âWhat do you think buddy?â Warren asked Damien. âWould you like me to come?â
âDad says you and Auntie Brooklyn donât like each other. If you want to come Iâd be happy but I donât want you to be sad.â Damien smiled at Warren, Dean winced at Damien calling Brooklyn âAuntieâ, worried itâd be a fight.
âBrooklyn doesnât know me,â Warren said softly, âI wouldnât be going for her.â
âDo you want to come?â Damien asked hopeful tone as he looked at Warren. âItâll be fun.â
âSure,â Warren ruffled Damienâs hair.
Dean smiled, sending a quick text letting Brooklyn know Warren was coming too. This had a chance to go badly...but hopefully Warren could keep it together for Dean's sake at least.
âDrunken gods of slaughter, know Iâve always been your favorite son. And you keep giving me such nice gifts.â
The funhouse loomed ahead, its entrance a grotesque clown face frozen in a maniacal grin.
âHey Starlight, long time no spoon. By the time we see each other in the ring, youâll have sealed the deal, huh? The third time is the charm. Lots of people have been shit-talking your choice of men but hey, I get it. You like danger. You like a man that can make you feel protected and would kill for you. Do you tend to be too trusting and overlook more red flags than anyone I know, besides myself? Sure. There was a time when we were almost friends, almost. I could pretend that I donât remember the time when your man didnât drag my unconscious body and hide me at your house for a couple of weeks before Caleb and Warren put the screws to him to get me back to The compound. I could pretend we didnât spend months after being roomies at the compound too, I know you better than a lot of your besties. People think the turn to Rowanâs Murder was a shocking reveal. But I saw you. I know you. Hell, I was on the other side of the wall from your bedroom for a while. I know how much the rage and the madness is in your bones. April might be your sister in the faction but you want gold more than friendship. April is gonna learn that this week too. Itâs a pity we canât dance. Iâm sure we could make some really beautiful pain together. But another time. Iâm sure thereâll be time for The Murder to be done with my assistance to April and youâll want payment for all my past sins. I look forward to it, Viv.â
Inside, the mirrors were cracked and distorted, reflecting twisted versions of himself. The floorboards creaked under his weight, and he could hear faint whispers echoing through the halls. âWhich brings me to the big man himself. Hi, You donât know me. But if I understand things right youâre the one who trained Warren, right? You got him all ready to try and take the world title. Iâve been watching your work. Top-tier stuff. Pity about your personality of course, but Iâve already been warned not to flirt with you. Youâve got the fragile masculinity that would beat a f*g like me to death behind a bar and say it was for your safety, right? Donât worry, youâre not my type. Sure, youâre cruel and violent enough. But The whole Alpha male traditional gender roles thing is only hot in high school. Sure, Warrenâs got a little of your issues but it comes off a lot less impactful when youâve seen him in thigh-high white leather boots. Fashion has never been my loverâs area.â Dean walks out of the funhouse to into a large room, its centerpiece a massive, rusted Ferris wheel. The structure groaned as it slowly began to turn, powered by an unseen force.
âTruth is you donât scare me, big man. Sure, you hit hard. Sure you got starlight on a leash, and sure youâre practically bosom buddies with my husband. You might even think you know me. You might think you can come and break the cockholster I call a mouth. But youâre all for show. All the macho masculine energy is bullshit? Itâs a cover. You might be stronger than me. Bigger than me. But I survived a childhood of getting those beatings from men just like you. You donât scare me. Iâve met hundreds of men like you in my small town growing up. Hundreds. You are all the same. Itâs funny that dinosaurs like you still exist in this world. Only a matter of time before Vivienne finally does something you donât like and you finally become the man you tell yourself youâre not? How long until you put your hands on your kids because one of them isnât manly enough or heaven forbid gay? You tell yourself youâre different, but we both know youâre not. The only reason you tolerate Warren is because he tries so hard to be the nice kind of gay who keeps it subtle. Iâm not self-hating enough. Iâm everything you hate. Iâm too fucking queer and the fact I do better at this sport than you ever could fucking pisses you off. So consider this a chance to try and smear the queer, big man. And when I win I want you to really savor that I did it despite being who and what I am.â
âYou want to know what I enjoy? Sure, winning is nice. I love winning, Iâd be a liar if I said I didnât. But I enjoy the chance to get some fresh meat every once in a while. Thatâs something I missed from being a World Champion. People have a lot of opinions on how I got there, sure. But once you get to the top of the mountain people forget just how you just have to sit there and watch other people have fun. I love fighting week after week. Thatâs why I love Heir to the throne. Weekly fights. Itâs perfection. A real chance to just unleash the monster without having to wait too long for the next meal.â Dean pushed the gate open, its hinges groaning in protest. As he stepped inside, the atmosphere seemed to shift. âI live to fight and I fight to live.â
âApril and I arenât besties by any measure. But sheâs growing on me like a fungus. It almost reminds me of better times. What it felt like to have someone on your side and at your back. Plus sheâs pulling her weight. Sheâs more than able to seal the deal if I need her to. And thatâs all that matters, isnât it? Here we are tied for the top points. I could almost say Iâm proud. If I was more trusting Iâd say some things about trust and family. But Iâve been burned too often to be that trusting again. We make a decent team. And this week we are fighting one of her stable members, so excuse me if Iâm hesitant to assume she might not try to fuck me over.â He made his way through the overgrown paths, passing by a carousel with motionless horses, their eyes seeming to follow him. âI remember the conflict of being in a tournament against someone you considered closer than family, deeper than blood. Let this be a first lesson, the little sister of my little sister, theyâll grind you under boot for their advancement. Every. Time. The only person you can trust is yourself. But if youâre too conflicted Iâll handle the weight, itâs why Iâm here, isnât it?â
Damien wanted to see Disneyland and Dean would never deny his son anything he wanted. Heâd sent an invite to Brooklyn and April. An olive branch. He needed April to keep her mind on them being a team and ignore the urge to pick Vivienneâs happiness over their chance at winning. Disneyland had been a big field trip for The Pack once, a risk of nostalgia but one he was willing to take.
âGoing to Disneyland with Brooklyn and April,â Dean mentioned casually to Warren as his husband walked out of the shower to see Damien and Dean getting their stuff together. âYou can come if you want.â
âWhat do you think buddy?â Warren asked Damien. âWould you like me to come?â
âDad says you and Auntie Brooklyn donât like each other. If you want to come Iâd be happy but I donât want you to be sad.â Damien smiled at Warren, Dean winced at Damien calling Brooklyn âAuntieâ, worried itâd be a fight.
âBrooklyn doesnât know me,â Warren said softly, âI wouldnât be going for her.â
âDo you want to come?â Damien asked hopeful tone as he looked at Warren. âItâll be fun.â
âSure,â Warren ruffled Damienâs hair.
Dean smiled, sending a quick text letting Brooklyn know Warren was coming too. This had a chance to go badly...but hopefully Warren could keep it together for Dean's sake at least.
âDrunken gods of slaughter, know Iâve always been your favorite son. And you keep giving me such nice gifts.â
The funhouse loomed ahead, its entrance a grotesque clown face frozen in a maniacal grin.
âHey Starlight, long time no spoon. By the time we see each other in the ring, youâll have sealed the deal, huh? The third time is the charm. Lots of people have been shit-talking your choice of men but hey, I get it. You like danger. You like a man that can make you feel protected and would kill for you. Do you tend to be too trusting and overlook more red flags than anyone I know, besides myself? Sure. There was a time when we were almost friends, almost. I could pretend that I donât remember the time when your man didnât drag my unconscious body and hide me at your house for a couple of weeks before Caleb and Warren put the screws to him to get me back to The compound. I could pretend we didnât spend months after being roomies at the compound too, I know you better than a lot of your besties. People think the turn to Rowanâs Murder was a shocking reveal. But I saw you. I know you. Hell, I was on the other side of the wall from your bedroom for a while. I know how much the rage and the madness is in your bones. April might be your sister in the faction but you want gold more than friendship. April is gonna learn that this week too. Itâs a pity we canât dance. Iâm sure we could make some really beautiful pain together. But another time. Iâm sure thereâll be time for The Murder to be done with my assistance to April and youâll want payment for all my past sins. I look forward to it, Viv.â
Inside, the mirrors were cracked and distorted, reflecting twisted versions of himself. The floorboards creaked under his weight, and he could hear faint whispers echoing through the halls. âWhich brings me to the big man himself. Hi, You donât know me. But if I understand things right youâre the one who trained Warren, right? You got him all ready to try and take the world title. Iâve been watching your work. Top-tier stuff. Pity about your personality of course, but Iâve already been warned not to flirt with you. Youâve got the fragile masculinity that would beat a f*g like me to death behind a bar and say it was for your safety, right? Donât worry, youâre not my type. Sure, youâre cruel and violent enough. But The whole Alpha male traditional gender roles thing is only hot in high school. Sure, Warrenâs got a little of your issues but it comes off a lot less impactful when youâve seen him in thigh-high white leather boots. Fashion has never been my loverâs area.â Dean walks out of the funhouse to into a large room, its centerpiece a massive, rusted Ferris wheel. The structure groaned as it slowly began to turn, powered by an unseen force.
âTruth is you donât scare me, big man. Sure, you hit hard. Sure you got starlight on a leash, and sure youâre practically bosom buddies with my husband. You might even think you know me. You might think you can come and break the cockholster I call a mouth. But youâre all for show. All the macho masculine energy is bullshit? Itâs a cover. You might be stronger than me. Bigger than me. But I survived a childhood of getting those beatings from men just like you. You donât scare me. Iâve met hundreds of men like you in my small town growing up. Hundreds. You are all the same. Itâs funny that dinosaurs like you still exist in this world. Only a matter of time before Vivienne finally does something you donât like and you finally become the man you tell yourself youâre not? How long until you put your hands on your kids because one of them isnât manly enough or heaven forbid gay? You tell yourself youâre different, but we both know youâre not. The only reason you tolerate Warren is because he tries so hard to be the nice kind of gay who keeps it subtle. Iâm not self-hating enough. Iâm everything you hate. Iâm too fucking queer and the fact I do better at this sport than you ever could fucking pisses you off. So consider this a chance to try and smear the queer, big man. And when I win I want you to really savor that I did it despite being who and what I am.â