Fight club: Legacy
By Damian Vincent Henry
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Fightclub: Legacy
Intro
It's kind of funny how things never turn out the way you planned it, or how you perceived it'll turn out. Eventually you turn the other cheek and call it quits. Life is one bitch that leaves even a grown man to question his own capabilities.
-Toby Freeman
I had a very distinct childhood. I grew up with the beliefs that the goosd guy always wins, but I've learnt that over the years, the bad guy is much smarter than the good guy had predicted. I took out my big cup, poured in 6 spoons of sugar and I sat down. I got up again, forgetting that I left my laptop at my home. So I took out my dad's old typewriter and sat down, started typing a few words to see if it still worked but I then realised that there was no ink. By now it was already 12am and I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. But after a while of going through my dad's closed boxes. I finally found what I was looking for and sat down, and I wrote what came from my heart. It's what I did in my spare time, hours went by and I don't know if I had fallen asleep or not, but it felt to me I had insomnia, but after 3 hours I woke up in a really uncommon manner. I found myself in my mother's garden; barefoot, I sat there in distraught.
Maybe I was sleepwalking again, but I hadn't been through something like that in years. I grew out of it. Or was it now that I was back at my parent's house?
I was a little confused, actually very scared that something like that occurred, even when I'm all grown up. I got up, wiped the dust from my pajamas, opened the door and headed straight for the shower.
A few minutes after I was done, I saw that my mother had already got up, and as usual...she was busy in the kitchen
'Good morning son, how did you sleep? I hope you had enough blankets, it was awfully cold last night." Asked mother.
I nodded my head, wasn't actually in a mood for a morning conversation. Although I knew my mother enjoyed having me spend time helping her to arrange the funeral. I'd say eversince my dad passed away, it must've been hard for her to not see him anymore. Heaven knows I've had trouble myself, coming to terms with my father's death. So whilst I was there, I did my own little investigation, with hopes to find the man responsible for my father's death. And the only lead I had, was a man no cop could find. But I was determined to make this man's life a living hell. I would avenge my father. My partner at the bereau had some very important information about the man I was looking for, but unfortunately he never came with that information. I figured he wouldn't come through; same old Matthew, eversince our senior years, he's been by my side. My best friend, and bereau partner.
' Son...I forgot to ask you, how's Catherine doing and do you have any idea, when she'll be expecting?" Asked mother.
"Anytime soon mother.' I said.
'Since we're speaking in general, I figure now is the right time to talk about this, before it's too late." Said mother.
"What are you talking about mother?' I asked curious...
"You know your dad was a real quiet man, always kept to himself, and the never spoke much, but before he died, he told me something, something which I don't wish to tell you. But I also can't keep it from you, because sooner or later you are going to find out, and I really don't want you to hate me for it.' Said mother.
"Mother, I don't have time for this! I have to find dad's killer.' I said.
"When your father was young, he did something really terrible, something he was never proud of, something he wish he could change. He was different back then, he cared less and he was consumed by bad thoughts, thoughts that left him overwhelmed and throughout all these bad sins he committed, he started a talking to himself and his life just wasn't normal.' Exclaimed mother.
I stood there in anger and frustration. I knew I had no time to listen to mother. I had to find my dad's killer. Time was at the essence and I wasn't even close to finding the killer, and as mother cried, the phone rang.
"Mother we'll talk about this later.' I said.
I picked up the telephone, and as I answered, Matthew said:
'Hey buddy, I got the information you wanted, and I know who it is, but I can't tell you. I am sorry."
NARRATOR
'Why not? You promised Matthew."
"Yes...Matthew made a promise, he kept it, but, you see...I can't allow it.' The man said.
I was angry, and I feared for Matthew's life, I didn't know what to do,and I felt hopeless. I looked at my mother, saw her crying, then I said,' Listen here! If you don't let my partner go, I assure you I'll go out of my way to have the whole bereau on your ass!"
The man laughed, and for some reason he found what I said, very amusing.
"Toby my boy...we own the law.' He said.
"I'm coming for you!' I said. He just laughed, and said,' well then...I suppose I'll need to give you a proper reason to come after me, wouldn't you agree?" ( I heard a gunshot)
"Now Matthew is officially dead thanks to you, I await your arrival Toby, don't be late.' He said.
The call ended and I grabbed my coat, along with my gun and badge.
"What did you want to tell me mother?' I asked.
She cried and said,' your father started the Fightclub. The very same fightclub you and your men are trying to end; this is for the same reason your father is dead. You see, he knew they'd come after him, so for this reason he changed his name and he married me, so that you won't be influenced by his past. And due to what he did, and what he saw his nihilistic actions had led to, he shot himself through the mouth, but he survived. Only to end up in a mental facility, that's where I met him. I took care of him, I was his nurse, and I made him again. When he finally came to his senses, he lived a normal life and we married soon thereafter. And that is when he became better, he wasn't sick anymore, and the voices were gone."
"I have to go mother.' I said , grabbing my gloves. My mother begged me not to leave, but I just wouldn't listen, I knew now, I had more reason to hunt this man down and end his reign of terror over the innocent for good.
I opened the door, walking out and I got into my car. As I drove off, I reminesced about the things my dad and I used to do together. I just couldn't believe that he was the reason for all this chaos. For the first time ever, I doubted my dad. It was by all means iniquitous that Matthew had to die for such a reason, I felt bad and mourned his death with vengeance in my heart and tears in my eyes. And I so badly wanted to believe that all this was just a misapprehension, but truth be told, I'd be lying to myself if I wanted the whole matter to be prior to my imagination, perhaps in another life...but everything felt so promiscuous.
It was going to be dark soon and I had to find a place to stay for the night, I went on my cellphone to search for a map, and the map showed there was a motel in the next town, about 7 hours to where I was headed, so I quickly rushed to the next town, and I booked in, paid in cash for one night. I went straight to the bathroom, and just forgot about all the unwanted memories. I didn't stay long in the bathroom, then I found myself in bed; television wasn't working, so I went through leads on how to catch this guy, and for that entire night, I didn't sleep at all. I worked straight through the night, trying to come up with some masterplan as to how I'll catch these people.
Morning came, I walked over to the coffee shop, bought me a strong cup of coffee, and sat down for a few minutes. Nodded my head in disbelief, and as I sighed, this waitress walked my way, touching my shouIder, taming me with words that everything was going to be okay; I got up, gave her a tip; I know it wasn't necessary, but I felt she needed the money, then quickly rushed to my car, went on to drive to the next town, and whilst driving, I noticed a catholic church. I went inside, realising there was no one there, I got down on my knees, praying to God for some guidance and protection. Later after I thanked him, something within me said words in a rage, I was so filled with anger that I argued with God.
"How could you allow this to happen? You let my dad die, and now I'm headed for what I believe will be the end of me! I don't have any leads and my bestfriend and bereau partner got killed because of my dad's doings, I don't know what to do!' I said.
I walked out, still angry, got into my car and as I drove, a call came through to my cellphone, but it was from Matthew's phone. I answered and it again was that same man, saying,' Toby, Toby, Toby...you're in for one big surprise, you're going to like it, trust me."
"You know what I'm going to do to you when I get hold of you? You're a dead man!' I said.
I said nothing.
I was so determined and filled with ideas, as to how I'd kill them.
I was not myself, and I had nothing but hatred towards these men.
I sat in my car and immediately I phoned my mother, and asked her what my dad's real name was and she said,' his name was Jack."
I then noticed an old apartment that looked as if it would give in any minute, decided to go inside and there these old men stood. I looked at then and they looked at me.
"Who killed my father?' I asked.
They just laughed, then the one fat man said,' well...it all depends on who your father was and if he has lost everything, because only if you've lost everything, are you willing and capable to do anything."
Next thing I know, I found myself surrounded by hundreds of men and all of them chanted the same phrase over and over again,' first rule about Fightclub, no one talks about Fightclub!"
I pulled out my gun, and they moved aside. Although I attempted to shoot them, I chose not to, and I just wanted to make a clean ruin for it. As heading for my car, a man hit me right on my forehead and grabbed hold of my gun and shot me at the back of my neck.
I thought I was dying, I really thought my time has finally come, but I was wrong...
My time had just begun.
I was dying. I could feel the life vanishing from my numb body. I could hear the old men ordering the others to carry me down to the basement. They picked me up, and carried me all the way to the basement. There I met her, this blonde haired girl. She quickly took out the bullet and wrapped my head with bandage.
Then one of the old men said,' put him in a cell. We'll need to break him, just as his father had requested."
It was raining. And I was in cell, all locked up. 5 months went by, started suffering from insomnia and eversince the shot to my head I started getting nightmares. Everything just felt so different. Whilst in my cell, they sent a man to question me, or as I liked to say,'interrogate.'
UNKNOWN MAN
"The old men you met, are some of your father's old fightclub buddies. I can't remember all their names, but I do know...among them were that fat slob called Bob, then there was Ricky, Steph, Angel face, oh! And me.'
NARRATOR
"Who are you? Why am I here?'
UNKNOWN MAN
'Who I am...is a question you shouldn't ask, because it's an answer you're not ready for oh Toby boy."
NARRATOR
What is your name!" I asked irritated...
UNKNOWN MAN
Oh! My name (laughter) why didn't you ask so in the first place? It's Julian Durden. Happy now?"
NARRATOR
"What do you want with me?'
Julian looked so thick-skinned and filled with sorrow in his eyes. But there was also something else I saw, something that I think was not at all soundly but I could feel the tension. Or perhaps I was hallucinating. From the way he dressed, to the way he spoke, nothing about him at all seemed hallow, but the man was more nefarious and that just nauseated me that these men treated me like an idiot. This effect made my emotions more fiery and It felt to me as if the whole world were against me. And that just. And his presence just made me nervous as hell.
JULIAN DURDEN
'Hey! Where's your head at? You're over-thinking it Toby."
NARRATOR
'What are you talking about? I'm not over-thinking anything."
JULIAN DURDEN
'You're trying to avenge your old man's death, and upon that...you're actually doubting whether you're doing the right thing or not. Lastly...you're observing me, well...at least you're trying; but, take my advice: ' you'll never know yourself, if you're continue to read people for the rest of your life."
NARRATOR
'What do you mean?"
JULIAN DURDEN
'Firstly...you're a people's pleaser, scondly...you're an overthinker, and thirdly...you're a bitch."
NARRATOR
'Now you wait a minute pal! You don't know me at all, you don't get to tell me what I should do and how I should live my life!"
JULIAN DURDEN
'But you're wrong Toby...I know you better than you know yourself, you're dependant on others, your entire life' you've been spoonfed, a little mommy's boy...you're a good specimen of these God damn low life liberals you hear of these days. Infecting people's minds with all this fortune cookie bullshit! Jesus! Christ!!! God damn hypocrites! All of them! You know why people don't like liberals? If liberals was so fucken smart, why do they lose so God damn always?"
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