Post by m on Jan 24, 2008 22:38:34 GMT -5
Alone. He sat inside of his GCW Tower suite. With the lights turned off. Sitting in a chair, he stared blankly at the television. Only thing was, the television was not on. Was he waiting for something to happen to the television? Was he not able to find the remote? No. That wasn't it. He didn't turn it on by choice. It just happened to be in his line of vision. His chrome Desert Eagle rested in his right hand. His gold Desert Eagle rested in his left. Were they loaded? You come and find out. He sat there. Just staring at the television. Thinking. Wondering. Trying to piece together missing parts of the puzzle that keeps him in the dark. The burning feeling of pain returned. Remembering the torture he underwent before arriving here in Chicago. For some reason, he kept being told that he was dead. He was supposed to be dead. Amanda Wallace said that he was dead. She said that Candice Angel had told her that he had died in Toronto. That would also mean that Candice Angel must have believed that he was dead. That was two people. Then there was Joe Bruiser. Joe Bruiser said that he was supposed to be dead. One of his enemies, shocked to see him alive and well. For some reason, it made him think. It really made him think. Why did people believe he was dead? Why? Was it because that he really was supposed to be dead? Strange. He had been shot. And didn't die. He had been tortured. And he didn't die. He was no stranger to people wanting him dead. If you were him, you wouldn't be too surprised neither. He knew who had tried to kill him in the past. People tried to kill him. He'd live. Then he would send pay back their way. And it was over and done with.
This time? He had no clue. He had no possible way to trace this attempt to anyone. His memory? Shattered. Not completely. But there wasn't much he could gather from. Tracing back his steps in his mind. He knew he was shot. That was pretty clear. From that, it was a blur. Until he found himself in a cold, concrete room. Torture. Yeah. That wasn't a blur. He knew that. He knew that all too well. The time between the shooting and the torture... He had absolutely no clue about. Apparently it had something to do with a hospital. It had to. He had bullet scars. He had places in his skin where the bullets had been dug out his flesh and he had been sewn up. That was an obvious. If it wasn't a hospital, someone had to have done it. Possibly the one who tortured him? He could see that. That sick bastard fed off of causing pain. That guy liked it. So... He knew something happened. Something strange. It had to be a hospital. Remembering back to Bruiser's words. He said something about him laying in a bed motionless. That could have been a clue. Hospital.
This left him to questioning things. Why were people expecting him to be dead? Was it because people wanted him dead? Well, obviously since people were making attempts on his life. But who? Who was it? The possibilities are endless. The two clowns? Blaze and Psycho. Or whatever the names they were going by at the moment. Them and their identity crisis. Yeah. It was true that they hated his "family." Hell, they probably even hated him too. There was no reason not to. He had went to war against them. They had a right to be angry. But to organize a hit or make an attempt on his life? Didn't seem like they. The torture, could have been right up their alley. They were the last two he had seen in the ring before being shot. But he didn't think it was them. It couldn't be. He had a feeling in his gut that they couldn't have done such a thing.
Then, there was the snitch. Joe Bruiser. One who claimed he was supposed to be dead. He seemed to be so surprised to see him. Even with a pre-planned celebration. How did he know 187 was back yet? That was pretty suspicious. He didn't figure Bruiser was bright enough to be able to do it. Bruiser didn't have connections like that. He knew that for a fact. Unless he was working with the police. Then it was a conspiracy. Then it was a whole different story. The police wanted him dead. Could that be it? Could that be the answer? It was a stretch, but anything could be a possibility. The possibilities were endless.
Another thought popped into his mind. Where was his "family?" Where were they during this whole ordeal? Could... they have done it? It was strange to see that they had not been around. They had allowed him to be tortured. That's when the hospital comes back into play. He'd think that they would have provided some sort of security for him in his time of need. Yet, they had allowed him to be taken from the hospital and tortured. He didn't think that it could have been possible. But who knows. What reason would they have to kill someone they let get so close? Why would they kill someone they would call their "brother?" He didn't know. But it was always a possibility he could not rule out. In Compton, Bloods kill Bloods and Crips kill Crips. It was strange. But it happens. He tried to stop it. Forming peace treaties and whatnot. But that was proof that right there that "family" can kill "family." Why would they though? What reason would they have? Jealousy? Perhaps he was getting too big for the "family?" Maybe they considered him a threat. Maybe they felt threatened by his presence. He could understand Vegas being threatened. He was on the same level as Vegas. He could understand Juarez being threatened. He was on the same level as him. He couldn't see Buck doing such a thing to him. But who knows. Can't judge a book by it's cover. Kasino and Dice? Maybe they could have done it. Maybe feeling a little neglected by Vegas? Perhaps even a little replaced? It was possible. Anyone in the "family" could have done it. He didn't know. He had no clue what motive his "family" would have to kill him. But he sure wasn't going to rule it out.
Hell, he could even go so far as to suspect Candice Angel. She seemed to believe he was dead. Maybe she had some hurt feelings about losing in Toronto. He was one who fought against her. Could she have tried to murder him? It was almost the perfect crime. She had always acted so innocent around him. Why would people suspect her?
Frustration built up. He didn't know who to trust. He didn't know who to point the finger at. Like mentioned earlier, the possibilities were endless. He had made a lot of enemies in his life. And when I say alot.... I mean... ALOT of enemies. His grip on his pistols grew tighter. He was caught slipping last time. He was not going to let it happen again. He was going to be ready. Let them try to kill him again. See if they don't find themselves with a new third eye.
Paranoia....
By definition....
They say it's a tendency on the part of an individual or group toward excessive or irrational suspiciousness and distrustfulness of others.....
Could you say that Tha Infamous 187 was paranoid?
You be the judge....
This time? He had no clue. He had no possible way to trace this attempt to anyone. His memory? Shattered. Not completely. But there wasn't much he could gather from. Tracing back his steps in his mind. He knew he was shot. That was pretty clear. From that, it was a blur. Until he found himself in a cold, concrete room. Torture. Yeah. That wasn't a blur. He knew that. He knew that all too well. The time between the shooting and the torture... He had absolutely no clue about. Apparently it had something to do with a hospital. It had to. He had bullet scars. He had places in his skin where the bullets had been dug out his flesh and he had been sewn up. That was an obvious. If it wasn't a hospital, someone had to have done it. Possibly the one who tortured him? He could see that. That sick bastard fed off of causing pain. That guy liked it. So... He knew something happened. Something strange. It had to be a hospital. Remembering back to Bruiser's words. He said something about him laying in a bed motionless. That could have been a clue. Hospital.
This left him to questioning things. Why were people expecting him to be dead? Was it because people wanted him dead? Well, obviously since people were making attempts on his life. But who? Who was it? The possibilities are endless. The two clowns? Blaze and Psycho. Or whatever the names they were going by at the moment. Them and their identity crisis. Yeah. It was true that they hated his "family." Hell, they probably even hated him too. There was no reason not to. He had went to war against them. They had a right to be angry. But to organize a hit or make an attempt on his life? Didn't seem like they. The torture, could have been right up their alley. They were the last two he had seen in the ring before being shot. But he didn't think it was them. It couldn't be. He had a feeling in his gut that they couldn't have done such a thing.
Then, there was the snitch. Joe Bruiser. One who claimed he was supposed to be dead. He seemed to be so surprised to see him. Even with a pre-planned celebration. How did he know 187 was back yet? That was pretty suspicious. He didn't figure Bruiser was bright enough to be able to do it. Bruiser didn't have connections like that. He knew that for a fact. Unless he was working with the police. Then it was a conspiracy. Then it was a whole different story. The police wanted him dead. Could that be it? Could that be the answer? It was a stretch, but anything could be a possibility. The possibilities were endless.
Another thought popped into his mind. Where was his "family?" Where were they during this whole ordeal? Could... they have done it? It was strange to see that they had not been around. They had allowed him to be tortured. That's when the hospital comes back into play. He'd think that they would have provided some sort of security for him in his time of need. Yet, they had allowed him to be taken from the hospital and tortured. He didn't think that it could have been possible. But who knows. What reason would they have to kill someone they let get so close? Why would they kill someone they would call their "brother?" He didn't know. But it was always a possibility he could not rule out. In Compton, Bloods kill Bloods and Crips kill Crips. It was strange. But it happens. He tried to stop it. Forming peace treaties and whatnot. But that was proof that right there that "family" can kill "family." Why would they though? What reason would they have? Jealousy? Perhaps he was getting too big for the "family?" Maybe they considered him a threat. Maybe they felt threatened by his presence. He could understand Vegas being threatened. He was on the same level as Vegas. He could understand Juarez being threatened. He was on the same level as him. He couldn't see Buck doing such a thing to him. But who knows. Can't judge a book by it's cover. Kasino and Dice? Maybe they could have done it. Maybe feeling a little neglected by Vegas? Perhaps even a little replaced? It was possible. Anyone in the "family" could have done it. He didn't know. He had no clue what motive his "family" would have to kill him. But he sure wasn't going to rule it out.
Hell, he could even go so far as to suspect Candice Angel. She seemed to believe he was dead. Maybe she had some hurt feelings about losing in Toronto. He was one who fought against her. Could she have tried to murder him? It was almost the perfect crime. She had always acted so innocent around him. Why would people suspect her?
Frustration built up. He didn't know who to trust. He didn't know who to point the finger at. Like mentioned earlier, the possibilities were endless. He had made a lot of enemies in his life. And when I say alot.... I mean... ALOT of enemies. His grip on his pistols grew tighter. He was caught slipping last time. He was not going to let it happen again. He was going to be ready. Let them try to kill him again. See if they don't find themselves with a new third eye.
Paranoia....
By definition....
They say it's a tendency on the part of an individual or group toward excessive or irrational suspiciousness and distrustfulness of others.....
Could you say that Tha Infamous 187 was paranoid?
You be the judge....