Fight club: Legacy(part 2)

 
I said nothing further. I just sighed in disagreement, but I remaind silent.
Julian got up and told me to follow him, I followed him and as walking down this very dark passage, I could hear voices of men chanting 'fight' and my heart, mind and body altogether became anxious.
As walking down the stairs, Julian opened another door and took out of the stair-case, a bottle of strong Vodka.

JULIAN DURDEN

'Here, drink up...you're going to need it once you're done."

NARRATOR

'I don't drink, sorry. It's not for me, and why would I need it in the first place?"

JULIAN DURDEN

'Okay...suit yourself then. But enough with the talk, it's time. We've been waiting years for this and now our reign will go farther than what we had intended."

He opened the door, drinking continiously without stopping. All was quiet when we stepped foot inside the underground arena. Julian took off his shirt and shoes, then said facetiously...

JULIAN DURDEN

"This is Fightclub! I'm sure by now, many of you are wondering, what it is we'll do this year, after so many many years of silence. Well...since my father isn't here to mentor and lead us, I suppose I'll have to lead the fort.'

"What did you have in mind?' Asked Angel face.

As Julian stood there gushing, he said,'well...this is going to sound rather distinct coming from me, but...I was thinking, how about we take this to a whole new level? We start by inducting women, so that it doesn't look as of we're sexist men, you know how women are these days, they want to do all the shit we do; also...I've been thinking we should get the word out, tell some highschool kids that if they're interested, we suggest they join fightclub and in that way we pave the way for stronger men in the mere future. What do you think?"

Bob stepped forth and asked Julian a specific question, but he didn't respond, so Bob asked again,' are you doubting yourself Julian? It must be hard continuing in the footsteps of your old man."
Julian got upset, walked up to Bob, punched him repeatedly in his face. Julian had him on the floor, then spat in his face.'

He got up, drank more vodka. Turning around in circles, pouring Vodka over his head, licked off his blood-stained fingers and laughed.

JULIAN DURDEN

'Now...if there's anyone here tonight, among you oh so Inglorious and undeserving bastards who has something cute or smart to say...hear my words, let them speak now or forever shut the fuck up!"

Julian then rephrased one of the old rules. And in a blink of an eye, I found myself fighting one really big guy they called Paco. We fought shirtless and without any shoes, just as their rules stated. And as fighting I looked straight in the eyes of Julian and watched him smile at me. As if he had malicously planned this, so that I could look bad, or maybe I was just plain paranoid.

Paco beat my face repeatedly, bashing my head in the dirt. He then picked me from the ground up, onto his shoulders, then stretched out my body' screaming in celebration that he has defeated me, by now I was half unconscious, but I pulled myself together and wiggled myself off from his shoulders, luckily I landed on my feet then I gave him an upper-cut, then I slapped his ears with both my hands as hard as I could, but it didn't help and I tried again and again, so I attempted to try a fourth time, unfortunately I could not accomplish to restrain him and he grabbed my hands; I saw the anger in his eyes, the rage and frustration, so unpredictably he spat in my face,he laughed and in a rush he broke my nose hitting me with his forehead and as the blood dripped, I spat the blood into his face blinding him for a few minutes, that gave me some time to regain my strength and as partially bending over, I jumped on his back, gave him the sleeper hold and he slowly gave in, passing out. I was declared the winner and the next fight went on up until everyone had a chance to glorify in this moment.

JULIAN DURDEN

'You get two kinds of fighters. Those who fights for pleasure and those who fights for a purpose. Those fighting for pleasure, mostly goes after blood, but those few who fights for a purpose, “Hopes to raise an empire painted in blood; now that is art.”

The fighting then continued and when everyone was bruised. We all just sat there, planning ways to expand our movement to much broader locations. We wanted everyone to know about us, we wanted the whole world to be part of fightclub.

Julian got up from his chair, with his hair all messed up, his left eye swollen and surprisingly a tattoo of his father's face tattooed on his chest.

JULIAN DURDEN

'Some men, killed to become kings. I'm prepared to do much more. We are all destined for greatness, all chosen amongst the misfits, screw ups, losers, failures, fuck ups! Fuck it! You name it, we were it...we have suffered long enough, endured pain. We have been through all the shit and the fucken government has poluted the minds of the young boys and girls out there, everybody wants to be the same, wearing the same motherfucken clothes, fake eyes, fake boobs, fake hair, fake women, and bitch ass men. It's time we took back what is righteously ours to begin with, it's time they know not to fuck with the bull! "

All the men chanted with admiration, and he continued.

JULIAN DURDEN

'Fuck MTV! Fuck YouTube! Fuck Twitter, Facebook! Fuck the Media!!! You see men...they say serial killers and paedophiles, rapists and murders, sociopaths, are the worst of men and the world’s greatest manipulators. But so are doctors, lawyers, cops, priests, teachers and politicians, salesmen, dictators. You see these sons of bitches don't give a fuck about you, you think they care if your fucken son or daughter dies???I'm telling you today...that the whole world will forever remember us."

We all were filled with hope and courage. Determined to restore order, we masqueraded the city as Julian's father 'Tyler' wearing masks, and wearing similar clothes to what he wore. We planted bombs everywhere.

We continued the legacy.

The riot began, we took over. Joining us were the high school students, boys and girls. The future of fightclub and as we rampaged the city. We noticed a massive crowd of FBI agents blocking the road, leaving it impossible for us to escape, but Julian had guns planted everywhere, and we shot back at them; I being a cop, was confused on which side of the line I belonged, so I stayed by Julian's side. After shooting and seeing some of our men getting hurt. We retreated, and rushed back to the old house, but along the way Julian got caught and as I turned around to witness this, he told me to keep running. Instead of running to save my own life, I turned around and fought back against the cop, as fighting I slipped and fell on a brick that bruised my head.

They cuffed me and same they did with julian.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything
you say can and will be used against you in a
court of law. You have the right to an attorney
present during questioning. If you cannot afford
an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights?' Asked the officer.

We were arrested. Julian was shot in the leg and I had to go for a head scan. They drove off with us to the hospital, immediately we were taken care of, and the doctor suggested that I stay a while, along with Julian. The police officer agreed to this and waited outside. While laying there, we heard a wrecking from outside and quickly the doctor who helped us, apparently one of our fightclub members all along, had freed us and showed us an easy way out of the hospital without being caught by the cops. We thanked him, and asked him what the wrecking was, and all he said was that they created some sort of distraction to get the keys from the cops.
Julian laughed and so we ran. We head for the old house and whilst waiting for the men to arrive, we had some time to recover. Julian took out a bottle of Whisky, and poured both of us a huge glass and we celebrated our escape.

Suddenly all turns quiet. The house suddenly felt uncomfortable and Julian looked at me.

JULIAN DURDEN

'Hey Toby, I got a confession to make, it's going to make you hate me."

NARRATOR

'No it won't, were friends forever. Brothers in arms."

JULIAN DURDEN

'A while ago, I slept with your wife Catherine and I think the child she carried was mine, that's why the child didn't survive the pregnancy, because God punished us."

NARRATOR

'So you slept with Catherine? I asked shocked...

JULIAN DURDEN

'Yes dumb ass, why do you think it's called a confession? Oh! And since were confessing...you should know that Bob died a long time ago."

NARRATOR

'I'm confused...you sleep with my wife, and how can Bob be dead? And how could you do this to me, how could you sleep with Catherine?"

JULIAN DURDEN

'Why not? Your dad stole Marla from my dad, but eventually he got what he deserved and he lost Marla after he shot himself, so I think it's only fair that my actions speaks for itself, that fucking Catherine was the best thing to do!"

NARRATOR

'I thought we were like brothers, but now all I see is a coward! All I see is a manipulating bastard who only cares about himself, a lying cheat and backstabber!"

JULIAN DURDEN

'Enough with the self pitying, and start accepting that I'm better than you. You don't appreciate your life, you're an ungrateful son of a bitch not worthy of life, and boy! I tell you now...if you don't accept who and what you are, you'll never know what you're capable of, and you can't just ask questions without making an effort that you desperately need to know the answer. But you! You're like a fucken couch potato; you're too scared to embrace reality!"

NARRATOR

'You just made an enemy for yourself. "

JULIAN DURDEN

'You haven't yet defeated yourself, how do you expect to defeat me? I mean...I'm way better than you, I'm better at sex; just ask Catherine. I'm stronger, faster, more smaerter than you, and besides...I know myself. Your problem is...you fear the unknown, while it fears me. Because I'll tell you something, it fears me due to one specific reason...it doesn't get to me, like it gets to you."

NARRATOR

'You don't get it! You slept with my wife, you killed my son! It's because of you, everything is your fault! I don't want to hear anythinf further, just go!This is the end of us! The end of PROJECT MAYHEM!!!"

JULIAN DURDEN

'You're bluffing, don't lie to yourself and tell me that you don't wish to see the reign of those greedy motherfuckers come to an end!Project Mayhem is the beginning of a revolution!"

NARRATOR

'Screw you! Screw Project Mayhem! This is the end!

JULIAN DURDEN

'What you should actually say to yourself and what I think might help you is...repeat after me and confess to yourself saying:

'I am Jack's little seed,
I am Jack's thoughts,
I am Jack's wrath,
I am Jack's voice,
his mentallity,
his ears and his eyes.
I'm the blood in his veins and the rage in his soul."

I said nothing further.
Suddenly the door opened and the men walked in. They could see we had an argument, and things weren't going too good for Project Mayhem, or for Fight club.
Julian and I no longer communicated, he practically took over after our little argument. And those two weeks felt like two years. As it went by, he came to me and asked for my help. At first I ignored him, but then again I agreed to help them, since they pleaded and insisted I join them; Julian promised me that after this last act, he'll personally cancel Project Mayhem.

We had to wait for a phonecall from some lady, and as soon as the call came through we got ready to head out to the city and this time we had black ski masks on our faces so that nobody would recognize us. We ran through the streets of the city butt naked, and we didn't care who saw us. But the police showed up and chased us. So while trying to get away, the police caught me and I saw Julian from afar, hoping he'd help me instead he left me there; and the police threw me in the back of the van, and whilst driving me to the police station, I told them everything. I spoke about Project Mayhem, fightclub, the fact that I was an FBI agent.

The officer then silenced me, and said,' Sir, Sir! Which part of 'you have the right to remain silent' didn't you understand?"

NARRATOR

'But I'm telling you the truth officer."

"I get that sir, but at the moment I'm just trying to do my job and get your naked ass out of my vehicle.' Said the officer.

I remained silent once again. And this time I spoke not a word, so whilst driving I noticed they stop in front of a mental ward, and immediately I pleaded with them, not to send me to that place, but the other was very persistent, and I continued trying to convince the officer reconsider handing me over to those evil scientists.
Then the officer pulled over, opening the door then took off the cuffs from my hands and allowed me to go, then said,' Next time...I don't want to see you again, and by the way, you were the only seen on the CCTVfootage running naked."

I walked with this blanket all the way to a rehabilitation facility. And booked myself in for exhaustion.

They gave me clothes. They were really friendly, and showed me to my room. The minute the door closed, a man appeared in my room.

NARRATOR

'Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Tyler Durden.' He said.

NARRATOR

"Why do you look so young?shouldn't you be old like the others?' I asked distraughtly...

TYLER DURDEN

'Because you wanted me to be young Jack. You made me appear in the form of my 'so to say' son. You're finally in control, you just needed some clarity Jack, you needed proof that you really were Jack's wrath. So do yourself a favor and get out of this place, it's killing you Jack."

And for some reason I listened to him. I left immediately. I went home and when I got there, a call came through. I answered the telephone, only to hear the voice of my wife telling me that our baby died. I felt so depressed and heavily burdened. I was innerly drained, as if I hit rock bottom and my walls came tumbling down.
Tyler appeared next to me, telling me that he'll never leave me, that he's forever with me; there'd be no running anymore. I closed my eyes, imagining that he'll be gone the minute I'd open them; when I opened my eyes and found myself in front of an old typewriter and cold cup of coffee in a locked room with no windows. I then stacked the finished work neatly next to the typewriter, got out of the chair, pushing it underneath the table and left the room closing the door behind me. As I walked down the stairs, I smiled. For some reason I didn't know why, and as walking down the hallway I paused, turning left and sat down at the doorstep, staring the open sky. I then noticed the sign of the place I walked out of, was actually a mental ward.

Suddenly the nurse came running towards me, saying,' Jack! What are you doing outside???come...it's time to take your medicine."

I got up. She held my hand, and as I turned I saw Juian staring at me from afar, smiling.

He walked away and I never saw him ever again.

The End.